#jean kirstein fic

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

PLEASE write about Jean seeing you for the first time in four years 😭. Like you got taken by Reiner or something and when they attacked you went and found him. PLEASE THIS WOULD BE SO COOL!!

at last

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.2k +

tw: kidnapping, cursing, angst,

a/n: wow! this is a lil emotional! i hope you love it like i do. also, this isn't proof read.

it'd been four years. it'd been four whole years since you felt the company of your comrades, no, your friends. the day you were taken still burned sharply in the back of your mind, replaying on an endless loop, constantly reminding you of the last day you were happy. there was no forgetting the devastated looks, their faces twisting and contorting with fear. the sounds of their panicked shouts fading into the distance. the most haunting thing of all your brain tortured you with was the feeling of jean's fingertips slipping away from yours.

things like that weren't so easily forgotten, especially from the confinement of your cell. at the end of the day, you were grateful. you were grateful to still have your life, no matter how miserable it might have been. the cell you stayed in was dim, cold and all too quiet. it was the perfect breeding ground for your trauma, festering day and night. of course, there was a time you weren't as grateful; you'd rather have died then reside in marley for whatever time you might have had left. you were angry. you were angry at reiner, at marley, at the scouts for not being successful in their attempts to rescue you. there was fear residing there, too. were your friends alive? where was eren? did they know what you knew? did they know about the cruelty of the world?

eventually, reiner became somebody different. you no longer saw him as the traitor as he once was. you grew to understand him, your resentment eventually fading away. he'd come down most days and visit you. he taught you a lot of things about marley and about paradis. reiner would tell you about the world away from your cell, about things that were happening outside.

the day came where reiner told you that willy tybur, an eldian noble, was going to declare war on your homeland. he seemed remorseful to be telling you this. you screamed at him, begging him to interfere all while reminding him he was once a soldier, too. he ignored your pleas and left you a pacing mess in your cell.

not long after reiner's disappearance, a blond male soldier stopped by your cell. the soldier said nothing as he fumbled around in his pockets before pulling out a set of keys. he unlocked the door as you asked a thousand questions, raising your voice with each word. he said nothing. like reiner, he left without a word.

the sound of eren's titan echoed through the air, shaking the ceiling and causing bits of rock to fall. you thought you were hallucinating, your brain playing another sick trick on you. you heard it again with booms following right behind it. praying on the chance it was real, that eren was really here, your legs took off, your calves burning with each swift movement.

above ground was a nightmare coming to life. the sky was dark. there were no stars to see, the only light from the raging fires. the attack titan's silhouette was visible, muscles rippling as he pounded another titan. there were so many emotions running through the track of your mind but there was one thought that stood out apart from the rest.

if eren was here, were the scouts here too?

then, you heard it. the unmistakable sound of odm gear being launched through the air. anxiety brewed deep within you, letting you know this might be your one chance to go home, begging you to not let it slip away the way jean had let you. tilting your head up to the sky, you saw them. the scouts, in a different uniform than you remembered, were zipping through the air with utter grace. they were angels compared to the relentless war behind them. you wanted to cheer; your saviors were here, at last. you opened your mouth, filling your diaphragm with all the air it would let you and you screamed. you screamed as loud as you could.

"help! it's me, (y/n)!" it was the only thing that came to your mind. you thought your efforts were useless, barely being able to hear yourself over the screams of men, women, and children. the fight between of titans covering up your futile attempts at a rescue. you were about to yell again when you felt an arm snake around you.

the air was cold, an unwelcoming breeze, as you flew through the air with an unknown liberator. your eyes closed as the harsh wind hit them. you'd long forgotten what it was like to be a scout. once being able to zip effortlessly through your environment, you found yourself taken back. the arm on your waist was warm and you reveled in the heat, despite the chilled air around you.

your flight came to an end and only then did you open your eyes. with wide eyes, you blinked, taking in your surroundings. you were on a rooftop now. you centered your eyes in front of you.

"(y/n?)" his voice is choked, barely getting through your name.

jean kirstein.

tears brimming in your eyes like a dam threatening to break, you had let out a guttural cry. the next word out of your mouth was much softer than the sound you'd just made. "jean." you whisper. jean didn't move as water collected in his eyes, spilling over and running down his face. "jean." he nodded his head, at a loss of words. his mouth opened but only the sound of war was heard. jean shook his head and lunged forward, engulfing you in an embrace you thought you'd never feel again.

jean's shoulders were shaking with sobs and the battle behind was long forgotten. jean was no longer a soldier; he was healing. the wounds you'd left had never closed. they were deep gashes all over his body, aching to feel you, to hear you at any given moment. with a single embrace, he felt them closing.

his palm cradled the back of your head, the other wrapped around the entirety of your back. there was nothing said here as you two breathed each other in, finding the love that was once lost with each breath. jean's voice was quiet in your ears.

"i'm sorry," his breath was warm as it poured over the side of your neck. "i'm sorry." jean repeated.

you found it within you to pull away from his arms. you could see him now. you could really see him now. you could see how the four years had hardened him. the only thing that was the same was his eyes. it was the same way he had looked at you back then. his eyebrows twitch with concern, awaiting your next word, scanning your face for a hint.

your mouth fell open, desperately begging you to say something, to say anything at all. the sound of your cry was barely heard over the explosions of thunderspears; your tongue failing you with words once again.

"i know, baby."

you rushed forward, meeting him once again in an embrace. your head became wet with his tears as yours dampened his neck. jean's arms tightened as he let out a shaky breath. "i'm here, baby. you're here with me, at last."

my jean fic 🤍

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[cptnleviackerman]

"Am I your lockscreen?"

jean kirstein x gn reader

content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k

"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"

Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him. 

The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner. 

"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!" 

Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings. 

The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court. 

"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."

You scoff, trying your best to ignore him. 

His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth. 

"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."

And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps. 

You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering. 

"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing." 

His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—" 

Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.

“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.

ShitShitShit

Jean grimaces. 

Act dumb.

“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”

Not that dumb.

You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes. 

"And you're sure about that, huh?" 

"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…" 

You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head. 

"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"

Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly. 

God. That was a mess.

“Jean?”

He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.

“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly. 

You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him. 

“Jean, would you please look at me?”

He doesn't.

“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”

You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.

“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.” 

Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt. 

“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”

Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.

“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.” 

You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.

“Why didn't you want me to know?”

“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.

You shake your head.

“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”

“Okay.” Jean smiles.

“Just promise me one thing—”

“Anything.”

“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”

Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.

Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.

Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.

“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”

Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”

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[coloredsolos]

Do you have any jean/reader fic recs? Thank youuuu

yes yes yes!! i’ll categorize them because I’m not sure exactly what you’re looking for!! (all of the fics will be on ao3 and yes, all of them have smut hehe) if you know any other jean/reader fics please let me know!! i’m starving here!! also these are all 1+ chapter fics!!

MODERN AU

Respectfully, an Absolute Mess by Ercthesloth

this one right here. i laughed, cried and wanted to choke the reader at certain points. it is so incredible. this is a modern au that is not completed. please make sure you read the tags and warnings because this has some heavy topics!! also, the final pairing is still up for debate I believe (it’s a jean/reader and eren/reader fic, they both want the reader but reader is very torn)

Ice Cream, You Scream by LilacMochi

i loveee this one, I can’t wait for my updates because fuckboy jean has my entire heart! reader and jean both work at ice cream parlor, jean is an absolute fuckboy but he can’t seem to understand why he has such a soft sport for the reader? this isn’t completed and has relatively slow updates but god it’s so good.

The Boys at Work by spiteless

(also @/spiteless-xo on tumblr!! i didn’t know if she wanted to be tagged but she posts on tumblr too!! I read her stuff religiously. she has some fic recs as well)

read up to current spot in a NIGHT! I could not put it down. another jean/reader and eren/reader, but jean is readers best friend and tries to warn the reader to stay away from fuckboy eren… but does the reader ever listen? also love the fact this one is a modern workplace au (is that what it’s called?) like it’s AFTER college (with some flashbacks of course) but I love love love it

HISTORICAL (?) AU

Summer by ratboiradio

also @/ratboiradio in tumblr! I had no clue gracie had a tumblr and nearly fell to the ground when I saw they did!!

I love me a period piece and this one… I have no words. jean/reader fic that has everything you could possibly need (aka jean and cats!) also did not know I needed french speaking jean until I read this… be warned this also gets a little heavy at some parts, so just make sure you read the tags/ warnings!!

I will also be starting on a modern au fic soon! this of course will be a jean/reader fic… are we surprised. anyways I will be posting on ao3, however I will also make sure to post the link to it somewhere on my page! I hope these fic recs help!! pls send me some if you know any good ones!!

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[weeabooofficial]

Eren Yeager and his Immaculate Ability to be a Nuisance. -J.K. [18+]

Tags: smut, closet sex, cockblocking, Eren should be a warning on his own, dirty talk, language, modern au

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Hi, hello. I'm not fucking dead like y'all thought. 2023 threw me for a loop with my writing, and then I had every intention of posting this for my birthday, back in July (If that tells you how long I have had this sitting in my docs). And then I wanted to post this in celebration of the finale of AoT coming out...

and then I fucking hated how it ended and had a four hour long rant over it.

So here we are in 2024, and I am finally posting this. Big thanks to my bff (best fishy friend) @offendedfishnoises for helping me with this all those months ago.

Eren Yeager must have thought he was a fucking genius, a comedic genius. Why else would he keep pulling the same bullshit over and over? 

It all started when you first met Jean, your friend was throwing a party at her apartment and you decided to go. The two of you met, and hit it off really well. So well in fact, that you and Jean were officially dating by the end of the month. 

Everyone seemed happy for you, everyone but one person. 

That person just so happened to be, Eren fucking Yeager. 

You and Eren had been friends for years, since you were children. It was only a matter of time before he took you getting into a relationship with the person he loved to annoy most, personally. To you, Eren took everything personally but that was just the way he seemed. 

Eren cared for you, he really did. Growing up together, as close as friends could be, he just wanted you to be taken care of. 

However, it wasn’t his fault that his favorite pastime was pissing Jean off to no end. 

You didn’t notice what he was doing at first, it being the occasional interruption while you were having a moment with your boyfriend, but it only escalated from there. 

It was Sasha’s annual Christmas Party, everyone in your friend group was invited and then some; to include you and Jean. The snow was falling, and the two of you were curled up together on the couch in front of the warm fire. 

Jean’s hand rested on your thigh, just wanting to keep you close. Your head was on his shoulder, inhaling his warm, musky scent that made your nerves tingle. 

You didn’t even get five minutes alone together before Eren came in with a plate filled with sweets and squeezed himself in between the two of you on the couch. 

This was fine, you told yourself. Eren was always like this, but that was before it got worse. 

By the end of the night, not only was Eren between you; but Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Annie, Berdtholdt, everyone you knew was squished between you and Jean, forcing you on opposite ends of the couch with the arms digging into your side as they chatted away. 

Jean shot you a look from the other side of the room, a sorrowful smile on his face. It wasn’t like you could actually do anything to stop all of them from sitting between you, but you knew exactly what they were doing. 

Eren was making it his life’s mission to make sure you and Jean didn’t have a moment alone together, and you didn’t realize how bad it would get until it was too late. 

No matter where you were, at work, the store, even at your apartment, every time you and Jean tried to do more than share a kiss, Eren was there butting his way in. 

Of course, Jean was angry and rightfully so. All he wanted to do was share a moment alone with you, and he was starting to get desperate. 

“Babe, this is getting fucking ridiculous. He is your friend. Stop him.” 

You stopped folding the shirt in your hands and gave Jean a look, “You’re friends with him too dumbass, besides what makes you think he will listen to me?” 

Putting the shirt he had in the stack, Jean shrugged. “I dunno, I thought you would maybe scare the shit out of him like you do everyone else.” 

“I do not–” 

“Connie and Sasha refused to talk to you for the first week you scared them so bad.” 

You gave Jean an unimpressed look. “That’s because I told them to stay out of my pantry, it’s not a free for all.” 

A grin found its way on Jean’s face. “But you’ll let me into your pantry,” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he waggled his eyebrows giving you that look. 

Before he got any further, you shoved his head away with your palm on his face. “Any chance you had getting laid tonight, ended with that comment.” 

Jean looked at you with a pout on his lips, “Aw come on babe, you know you can’t resist me.” 

“I can and will,” you hummed, continuing to fold the clothes. 

You loved Eren, you really did. Even when he was being a little shit, you cared for him like a brother.

But that love was dwindling, and it was dwindling fast. 

There was only so much you could take, between your job at the office and Jean’s at the family company, you almost never saw each other. That left no time to talk, not time together and no time for romance. 

And with Eren making his presence known every single fucking time you were close to doing anything, your patience was wearing thin. 

Jean was just as desperate as you were, so when you showed up one day with lunch wearing a tight little skirt and killer heels to match, Jean all but dragged you to the closest closet and locked the door. 

His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds as he bunched the bottom of your skirt towards your hips. 

Jean’s touch on your thighs was like fire, with weeks of denial igniting it within you. Prying your mouth open with his own, Jean slotted his hips between yours as he swallowed each little sound you made. 

“Fuck–” you gasped against his lips, feeling his cock grind against your heat through his pants. The rough material adding friction to the area which desperately needed attention. 

“Jean please–” you begged, hands gripping the back of his shirt pulling at the material as if it was personally offending you. 

With a hand still holding you against the wall, Jean made quick work of undoing the belt of his pants before popping the button and pulling the zipper. 

“Hold on baby, I’ll take care of you.” Shoving his pants down just enough, his cock sprung out of his pants slapping against the skin of your thigh. Jean moved the string of your thong aside and swiped his fingers through your folds. 

A gasp tore through you, your body jolting in his hold. 

“Fuck–” he choked, feeling your slick pool between your thighs. “This pussy is already so wet for me, you that desperate for my cock?” 

His breath fanned over your face as you ground your hips against his hands, pulling at the hairs on the nape of his neck as he thrusted two digits into your cunt. 

“Jean–Jean please!” you begged, looking up at him with those pleading eyes that had him so weak, he’d do whatever you wanted. 

Banging his fist against the wall, Jean couldn’t ignore the doe-eyed look you had. So sweet, so innocent, when he knew you were anything but in the privacy of your own home. 

Jean knew the way you looked when you were bent over, taking his cock round after round begging him for more; to fill you with his hot cum to the point it spilled out around his shaft. Jean knew the way you looked, when you were on your knees sucking his cock like it was your day job. The way your pretty lashes fluttered up at him as you made sinful movements with that devilish tongue of yours that had him bucking his hips making you gag around him. 

It was the same way you were looking at him, and he had barely touched you. 

Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, Jean thought of making you wait this long again if it got you looking like this for him once more. 

Using his hips, and other hand, Jean hoisted you higher up his hips before thrusting into you. The sounds you made made his head spin, fuck you sounded to pretty too. Biting his fist that was against the wall, Jean held in his moans as he watched you absolutely lose it finally being able to feel him this deeply within you. 

You paid no mind to the uncomfortable feeling of your skirt pressing against your stomach as you began to rock your hips, wordlessly trying to convince him to go deeper. 

“Fuck–, missed this pussy so bad.” his breath tingled against your ear, wracking your body in shudders as he continued to thrust his hips, stretching you to take his cock.

Your moans filled the closet, the soft grunts Jean made in your ear as he fucked you for the first time in what felt like forever. Hands grabbing at whatever you could reach, you pulled his lips down to yours, senses filled with the smell of his cologne and the taste of his morning coffee on his tongue as it bullied its way into your mouth, laying his claim on you. 

Jean’s hand moved from your waist, to the button up blouse you were wearing. “Wanna see these pretty tits baby–” he gasped between kisses. “Wanna hold them, play with them, squeeze them. You’d like that, yeah?” 

All you could manage was a nod as Jean ripped the buttons of your blouse open, a few popping off and landing on the floor. Neither of you cared, as he hastily pulled your bra down your shoulders and chest until he could grasp your tits in his hands. 

The sounds from the hall outside were drowned out by the blood pumping in your ears, not caring one bit who heard Jean fucking you senseless in a tiny closet. The two of you were so lost in the feeling of each other's bodies, you didn’t notice the lock get picked with the handle slowly turning before you were blinded by light coming in from the hall. 

Jean quickly used his body to cover yours, keeping your dignity intact not caring about his one bit. 

Over his shoulder, you saw the face of Eren Fucking Yeager and the slight smirk in his face when he realized what he caught the two of you doing. 

“I was wondering where–” 

“Get the fuck out Yeager,” Jean hissed, grateful that his arms were filled with you so he couldn’t turn around and knock his teeth in. 

“Oh come on, Jean. You don’t want to share?” 

That was your last straw. 

“Eren, get lost or I will rip your dick off and feed it to the dogs.” 

You watched the expression on his face morph from his usual cocky confidence, to a flicker of fear. It was a far-fetched threat, sure, but with the death glare you were giving him, Eren wasn’t sure if you were serious or not. 

And he didn’t want to find out. 

Clearing his throat, Eren suddenly looked away before shutting the closet. “Carry on,” before you heard it lock once again. 

Only taking a few seconds to recover, Jean readjusted his grip on you before looking down at you with a grin. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think with the way your pussy tightened around my dick that you actually liked getting caught.” 

Immediately, your face got hot. Shaking your head, you opened your mouth to respond before it was cut off with Jean grabbing your jaw at an angle that kept your mouth open. 

“Don’t bother lying baby, I know you liked it.” 

Your eyes widened at the look on his face, squirming under his heated gaze. “No I–” 

“Maybe I should fuck you in my office next time,” he hummed. Within moments, Jean pulled out of you before flipping your body around and thrusting into you from behind. “Bend you over the desk, taking you like this for hours as everyone around us hears how well you take my cock, hm?” 

Bracing yourself on the wall, you couldn’t ignore the way your walls fluttered around his dick when he said those words. 

Jean chuckled, wrapping his arms around you pressing his hips into your ass as he fondled your tits. Enjoying the little gasp you let out feeling him tug on your nipples, you arched into his touch feeling a hand travel up your chest and throat before forcing two of his fingers in your mouth. 

“Maybe, I could have you suck me off with this pretty little tongue of yours.” Your mouth was forced open, his fingers pressing down on your tongue refusing to let your moans be softened. Jean wanted to hear every sound you made, as he speared you open on his dick. 

The moans you let out had Jean cursing, his hips stuttering as he got close to the edge. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Sucking me off under my desk as you hump my foot, desperate for me to touch you?” 

You tried pleading with him, your orgasm so close now that you were incoherent. A couple more thrusts of his hips as you choking out his name as your orgasm washed over you in a violent wave of ecstasy, coating his dick in the creamy white substance. 

“Fuck, baby. Just a little more and I’ll fill you so full, it’ll drip down your legs.” 

The debauched moan you let out was drowned out by Jean’s grunts and growls as he kept pistoning his hips against yours, before he came with a loud cry, burying himself to the hilt making sure you took every drop of his seed. 

As the room quieted down, you heard his breaths in your ear as Jean pressed kisses to your shoulder. 

“You–,” he panted, “You are so fucking amazing baby.” 

You were at a loss for words, nothing on your mind but how good it felt to be filled by Jean. Tilting your face to look at him, Jean smiled down at you while his bangs hung in his face. “I love you so fucking much,” 

Smiling against his lips, you hummed in agreement. “I love you, too.”

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[missmeinyourbones]

jean kirstein x reader (NSFW 18+)

afab!reader, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, baby) oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, stomach bulge, size kink, creampie, not proofread lol, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. 

Jean is a gentleman—in all definitions of the word.

He always puts your pleasure above his, constantly so delicate and courteous when it comes to your preferences. He’s in tune with your moans and whimpers. He knows which shallowed breaths mean more and which mean too much. He knows your ins and outs, like the back of his hand—always doing his best to make sure his girl feels good.

Maybe that’s how you found yourself sprawled across his bed, back flat against his mattress as he leaves terribly tempting kisses on every inch of your body.

His kisses flutter down your abdomen, and each one feels like a tiny little spark against your skin as he slowly inches further down towards your heat. 

“Jean,” you breathlessly pant, trying to express your gratitude to him through quickened sighs, “You don’t have to.”

While your words are shy and gracious, the sensitive reaction your body has to his hot breath hitting your clothed cunt is a clear indicator that you want nothing more than for him to completely devour you. 

He smiles to himself at your kindness, always thinking of him and putting him first. If his mouth wasn't already watering with desire and his head wasn’t enthusiastically dipping in between your legs, he’d kiss you. 

His head barely comes up, as he makes eye contact with you from between your thighs, silently demanding you to look at him. Hear his words and listen to what they mean. 

“I want to,” he assures you, placing a tiny peck to your clothed clit that has your back arching and hips bucking into his nose. 

He laughs at your eagerness, so cute and all for him.

He removes your damp panties and practically moans at the string of slick that collects and webs from where it’s attached to your cunt. He allows a slender finger to collect its sweetness and bring it up to his mouth, wanting to forever savor your alluring taste on his tongue.

Just as you’re about to whine and tell him to stop teasing, you feel his tongue flat against your core, licking a hefty swipe before his thumb finds your pounding clit.

“Pretty girl,” he practically moans into your pussy, sending vibrations into your bones as you try (but fail) to quiet the babbling cries coming from your throat. 

Jean sees you holding back and does his very best not to audibly tsk at your selflessness. He wants to hear you, all of you. He wants you loud and pretty and messy, all at his hand—or rather his mouth. 

He sucks on your clit a little harsher, allowing your cries to break through your swollen and bitten lips.

“My pretty girl,” he clarifies, and suddenly you're seconds away from reaching your high. 

“Jean, m’close,” you warn him through breathless cries as you feel your stomach burn with release. He smiles into your pussy, and the feeling of his teeth gently grazing your clit is enough to send you over the edge.

“Atta girl,” Jean praises as you cum on his tongue, lapping your essence like a starved man, “Feel good for me.”

When your mind somewhat clears and your body tries to recollect its strength, Jean kisses up your body with purpose. Sweet pecks dancing on your abdomen, chest, shoulder, neck, then jaw. When he reaches your lips and you let a soft please bury into his mouth, the fire in his stomach is reignited once more.

He slightly pulls himself off of you, supporting his body weight with his forearm on the headrest of the bed as he removes his boxers, freeing his pretty pink cock to the heavy atmosphere of the room.

His size shocks you every time, always staying the same but somehow still rendering you speechless and a bit worried that it won’t even fit. Jean sees your eyes gloss over with the odd combination of lust and worry, and his hands immediately finds your cheeks, locking you into a kiss full of tongue and passion. 

“Talk to me,” he commands, having sensed your slight anxiety. He knows what you’ll say, what you’ll always say, but he still finds himself asking. Needing to hear your voice and express your concerns, as they go straight to his heart and his ego every single time. 

A bit embarrassed as usual, you barely utter against his lips, “S’too big, Jean. Won’t fit.”

“But we always make it fit. You always take it so good, yeah?”

His words go right to your core and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Jean sees the intoxicating effect that his praise has on your body—and like the addict he is, he wants another hit.

He brings the tip of his cock to lightly, barely slide between your folds. He smears the precum oozing from it all over your puckering hole as you writhe against the sheets.

“Like the good girl you are. For me, right?”

You moan crudely, and whether it’s from the sensation of his dick between your folds or the praise of his words, Jean doesn’t know.

He aligns himself with your entrance, watching your face morph with oohs and aahs as he teases, “How about the tip? Just the tip, baby, promise it’ll feel good.”

You nod out of pure muscle memory and he slightly thrusts into you, your body contorting at the stinging pleasure. He feels giant—bullying your tiny pussy with the stretch of his girth. You find it hard to collect yourself as your chest heaves and mouth goes dry.

“You-” the words fall as short as your breaths, trying to open your eyes through clenched teeth as you adjust to his size prodding at your hole, “You said jus’ the tip.”

Jean crawls closer to you, cradling your head in his hands as he coaxes your neck to look down to where the two of you connect. You open your eyes and see the tip of his thick and girthy cock between your folds, almost slipping out from how soaked you are. He smirks against your skin as he watches you come to the realization. It is just the tip. 

You moan lewdly at the sight of him slightly pulling out, his fat tip covered in strings of slick as he pushes it back into your heat. Your head rolls back at the stretch that somehow walks the tightrope of being far too much for you to handle, as well as not nearly enough to satisfy you. 

“Not enough for you?” Jean’s saccharine voice nearly groans as he pushes a few more inches in deviously slow.

“What about half? C’mon baby, just a few more inches,” he begs, hands and lips all over you as he works his way in and out of your sweet cunt, slowly inching deeper with each thrust as you acclimate to his size. 

“C-can’t, I can’t. S’too much, I-”

“Hey,” his calloused hand on your jaw pulls you out of your lust-clouded brain as much as it possibly can. He holds your face until you open your eyes and stare back at him, his pretty hazel eyes dripping with adoration as he watches your chest heave and your face contort with pleasure and pain. 

“Breathe with me,” he commands, almost like a reminder, as you inhale deeply through your nose and attempt to let your body relax into his grip. His cock now pulsing so deeply inside of you feels like a natural piece of you. The burning and stretching slowly subsides as Jean hears your tiny whimpers at his lack of movement—his signal to do something, anything, to make his baby feel good.

He slowly but surely begins to rock his hips into you, the veins of his cock dragging along the inside of your gummy walls so deliciously. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, hearing your moans increase in volume and need, “Such a good girl, always so good f’me.”

Again, Jean’s hand finds your neck and gently forces it to look at where his cock relentlessly abuses your tight hole. You crane you head down to see the mess he’s making of you and it’s embarrassingly obscene. 

His giant cock pulling and pushing in and out of you, disappearing into the warmth of your cunt with loud and lewd schlick sounds. You feel a mixture of your juices running down your thigh and into the back of your knee as Jean continues to fuck you senseless. You see the creamy ring of cum forming at the base of his cock and your cheeks flush red. 

“Look at you, fuck, look at you takin’ all of me,” he praises as his hand presses flat against your tummy, feeling himself thrust in and out of your smaller body. 

You throw your head back in overstimulation at the sudden pressure, but Jean pulls it right back with a heated kiss filled with spit and tongue. 

“You feel me, here?” he coos and presses harsher onto the soft spot of your stomach pouch and it’s all too much. You can’t think or see straight, you're not even sure if you’re still breathing. You're just taking what he gives you, letting him love you with his cock as he feverishly aims to turn your mind to mush while pleasing you. 

“D-deep,” is all you can whimper out as he relentlessly fucks himself into you.

He groans loudly at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as the familiar coil in your stomach continues to burn brighter. You feel your second orgasm of the night threatening to spill over into your entire frame as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again. 

“Fuck m’cumming, Jean,” you squeal out, follow by a senseless string of babbles thanking him, his name leaving your lips like a hushed prayer. You repeat it until it doesn’t even sound like a real word anymore as he continues you pump himself into you, letting you ride out your high that’s shortly followed by his own. 

“I know, baby, I feel you,” he holds your body as it spasms in his grip, ropes of his cum painting your walls white as it spurts periodically into your weeping cunt, “I got you, show me how good you feel.” 

Your vision fades to black as your whole body tenses through your orgasm. After a few moments, your frame stills—suddenly exhausted and inebriated at the pleasure it just endured.

Jean lightly collapses on top of you, allowing himself to remain inside of you as he softens. He experimentally rolls his hips, which results in an immediate yelp from you and a plea of it being too sensitive. He laughs as he settles down next to you. 

“See,” his gleams with pride as his lips find your temple quickly.

“You take it every time,” he praises, giant hands rubbing your stomach as he catches his own breath, leaving tiny kisses all over your shoulder, down your arm to your hand.

He kisses each knuckle, each fingertip, before he finally finds your lips once more, “Have a little more faith in yourself, yeah?” 

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[everythingseasoning]

AOT Scouts as your bf/gf pt. 1 (Requested)

NOTE: I’m redoing this post so that it’s better quality :) and adding in more characters for the head canons. Revised post will be out on ?Saturday? as a new post.

*Characters are 18+, content is SFW

Eren (the scout)

The early stage of your relationship with Eren: 

Somebody once said, “A cheetah doesn’t change its spots overnight.” Meaning that a person can’t so quickly change their nature.

The same goes for Eren Jaeger: No matter how many times you try to lecture him about his habit of impulsively risking his life during missions, he can’t help but accidentally come close to dying again on the very next mission. 

(Luckily, he has Mikasa to cover him, and Armin to form smart battle strategies that put him in less danger).

—It’s not that Eren doesn’t value your opinion, it’s just that he’s naturally a reckless spirit. Eren immediately does whatever his heart screams is the right thing to do. He doesn’t use his head, but he uses his entire steely will and incredible power, to save dying comrades and complete mission goals. 

In the heat of battle, Eren has to either abandon the idea of you, OR the idea of giving in to the titans, and let unjust deaths occur. He often chooses to abandon the former.. you…

... Still, everytime he returns from those missions (after a close brush with death), he hugs you guiltily, and you can just *tell* what he’s trying to communicate to you: I’m sorry. I love you. I had to do it. 

After just a year with you:

Eren has fallen deeply, deeply in love with you. (I mean, this dude falls fast, and hard, like a bowling ball crashing through an old wooden floor ok– he is DEVOTED to you, you can’t shake him off, he’s a barnacle—)

Once upon a time, Eren only had one goal that consumed his mind: kill all titans. Then he met you. Eren needs to kill all titans, and stay alive so he can spend time with you, being with you whenever and wherever you want to go. You’re the f*cking love of his life. 

So now he has two goals; Eren promised himself he’d do whatever he could to not only save fellow soldiers, but to also actively try to stay alive for you, for his future with you. This means that Eren absolutely cannot let himself die, that he must devise strategies in battle that allow him to keep himself alive while saving the most people… 

Eren literally took lessons from Armin on “Quick Thinking” (Lessons summarized: When confronted with a problem, look at the issue, and then at resources around you that you can use, and try to find a solution using those resources), and another lesson from Armin, on “Devising Quick Strategies in the Midst of Battle.” 

 …Though Eren would’ve let himself die a year ago if it meant he helped the Scouts— it’s a different story now. Eren can’t ever fully shake the hold you have on him— the love he has for you— the promise on his tongue that he swore to you in the middle of the night after you woke up screaming from a nightmare, sobbing because you “really saw him die.”

So Now, when Eren is out on missions, he is focused on the chaos and action happening around him at any moment— but in any second that he isn’t in imminent action, he sees your face in his mind. And he remembers all over again what he is fighting for: your safety. He unlocked a level of protective desire unlike anything seen before. 

Fluff fluff fluff:

1) You’re there, waiting at the gate everytime Eren returns from a mission. You literally have a f*cking meltdown when you spot him— the stress and fear melting your legs into jelly as you sink into the ground— and Eren has made it a point to get off his horse and run to catch you before you fall, wailing on the ground. 

2) Eren will hold you as you cry, kind of half teasing you like, “It’s like you’re the one who went out on the mission, not me.”

3) Sorry to say that you now have a name for yourself in town, too, and everybody knows you as “Eren’s sweet (crybaby) girlfriend” – Because of this you often get free snacks and gifts whenever you walk around the market whenever the scouts are out on mission—

4) When you and Eren arrive home, you’ll have stopped being uber emotional, but now it’s Eren’s turn to brood: he usually showers before sitting on the couch and staring at the table with dull, empty eyes, and you have to walk him through the trauma and loss he just endured… Because honestly, talking is a great medication… 

5) Eren will always feel better after talking with you. It’s like a rush of warmth flows from his heart, gushing throughout his body, and he grabs you, pulling you flush to his chest, eyes scrunched shut as he tells you how much you mean to him.

6) —He’s also secretly so relieved you aren’t in danger. He’s happy you aren’t a scout— because you keep him sane in this cruel world—

7) You will then show Eren the snacks you’ve accumulated while he was away that day, and he’ll just insist on f*cking feeding you like you’re a little bird or something. But he looks so happy so you just go with it.

At sundown, you two will take remaining snacks and a blanket, go to an open field, and eat together while watching the sunset. You two will usually talk about whatever hobby you’ve picked up, and Eren will build off your excitement and ideas; i.e. if you’re talking about a book you read on animal biology, you’ll be talking about how whales once had hip bones because they descended from a four-legged animal— and Eren will say, “Imagine riding a whale on the ocean!” “Eren we’d get salt water sprayed all over us, they have a blowhole!” “But just imagine it!” “...That’d be surreal.” And you two will giggle and feel such wonder about the world. He’s your best friend and lover, who makes life more exciting. 

Jean (the scout simp)

The early stage of your relationship with Jean:

Jean with a non scout lover… Ohhhh boy, hahaha: 

Jean had SUCH a mental crisis after he met you: he wondered if he should’ve chosen the Military Police instead of the Survey Corps, so that he had a better chance of staying alive, and living his days out with you. 

You assured him that you wouldn’t have dated him if he didn’t join the corps (LMAO). This did make Jean’s mental crisis stop, because damn he would rejoin the scouts if it meant you’d be his girlfriend. And, you told Jean that you admire his courage, and that you’re so proud of him for being brave, for not choosing to stay lax after seeing the evil nature of titans. You told Jean that he’s leader material, just like Marco said. 

When you’re comfortable in the relationship:

—On that Marco note, Jean is beyond relieved that you’re a normal citizen, and not a scout. He already lost the only person her ever considered a true friend. 

During missions, Jean gets courage to do terrifying things from knowing that you’re back at home, safe, waiting for him :’) oml..

He’s gotta make it back to you!

And Jean has such a soft spot for you, you who reminds him of Marco. He loves it when you praise him, and give him attention. He loves it when you make it clear that you love *him* — when you point out his strengths, etc. 

God— he loves you— you make him feel like he’s alive— He will smother you in kisses when you two are alone, if you even so much as smile at him.

AND OH. MY LORD…

Jean would also definitely tell ALL the scouts about you, “his girl.” 

For example, “Jaeger you better not f*ck this mission up— I can’t die, because I have to get back to my girl!” 

Another example, “Connie, one day, you’ll be as lucky as me, and have an amazing girlfriend who makes you so happy, who you love more than anything else.” 

And one more example, when Jean is drunk at a Survey Corps Celebration Dinner, “Did you guys know that my girl and I are going to get married?! I’m—I’m gonna marry that lady!” 

“Shut up Jean, you’ve only been dating her for six months!”

“I’m gonna marry her,” he says wistfully, a faraway look in his eyes, his face flushed deep pink.

Fluff fluff fluff:

1) When Jean gets back from missions, he is *exhausted.* He’s seen comrades die, and he’s so tired after having gone through terrifying events… When Jean sees your face though, he remembers why it’s all worth it: He’s helping the Survey Corps so that he can ensure (to the best of his abilities), that you have a life within the walls, safe, and sound. 

2) When he sees you, he just feels relief. He just feels like everything is right again. TT oh my lord I’m gonna cry writing this ANYWAY (I wanna be loved like that tho–)

3) Jean forcesX asks you to wear matching necklaces. Jean likes that you two look like a pair. 

Not fluff:

And Jean is a sucker for s*x — I am so sorry I had to say it— I *had* to (!not an exaggeration!). But this is supposed to be SFW— so that’s all ima say about this. (18+ people only: you check out my other posts for NSFW content though. Minors DNI with nsfw tho, you’re banished until you’re old enough, thems the rules, ily tho). 

Historia (the scout my wife) Author’s very important note: I would fight Ymir (and lose) to be Historia’s girlfriend ok– Also this one is sooo self indulgent but you can’t tell me it doesn’t work with her character—

Historia will fight for anybody and everybody who needs a savior. She’s been through sh*t, and she won’t settle for others to be abandoned like how she was. (She just like me fr, can we kiss now??).

ANYWAYS. (no but i have to tell y'all, I have a terrible savior complex OK BYE MOVING ON—)

Historia is dedicated to saving those that need saving. That also means that she’s determined to stay alive— she needs to be here on Earth so that she’s able to keep helping people who are in need. People in need, which includes you—

—Historia is no stranger to your sappy, long poems that describe in bewitching detail how much she lights up your life, and is your inspiration, 

and how she is your anchor in this insane world…

and how she is the definition of ‘beauty’ in life, etc, etc— 

You need her, and you’re her girlfriend, and Historia is glad she’s able to be something good for you. 

During missions, Historia is in her element: as she flies through the air, slashing titan necks, protecting Captain Levi’s squad, she is calm, knowing that she is aiding in the salvation of humanity. (Miss girl is driven by the urge to be helping people, it’s her stabilizer). 

Historia is also gaining courage from you, knowing that you are helping humanity in your own way at the very moment that she’s fighting titans: you’re encouraging kids to be model citizens with integrity in their hearts. She’s fighting for humanity’s survival, and you’re fighting for humanity’s spirit. 

Because she’s a scout, you worry for Historia’s safety, but you also know that she can handle herself. Still, she’s your girlfriend, and you worry, and fret, during every single minute that she’s away

— Usually you channel this energy through baking. You’ll make cherry pies, blueberry scones, butter cake, lemon cookies, chocolate mousse, candied ginger, and more, non-stop, whenever Historia is away. You *need* that distraction to function through your mind-numbing fear. 

But, unfailingly, Historia always returns home to you, and you two will GORGE on the delicious sweets you’ve made, starting from the very moment she first arrives back: When Historia comes back from a mission, upon seeing you she’ll hop off her horse with renewed energy, half walk-run to you like a haloed, stunning, adorable angel, and hug you tightly, before you shove a dessert in her mouth: the sweet, tangy flavor erupting on her tastebuds. After an intense, cruel, dirty mission, the sharp plunge of sugar is a reminder of the beautiful things in life: you. The both of you laugh before kissing each other deeply, tasting fruit on each other’s tongues (this is SFW, right??)

In your free time, you and Historia will sometimes do charity work together, including tilling the fields, milking cows, picking apples, doing donations, etc. Even hard work is fun when you’re doing it with somebody you enjoy talking to, especially if you both believe in the cause. On other occasions, the two of you will give yourselves time to *be people* — usually this means snuggling together on the couch, having deep talks, and just holding each other. 

Also, Historia loves *you*. She loves how kind you are, and how you work as a teacher at Trost Elementary. Historia feels a lot of her energy is fueled by the loop of goodness you two share and believe in (helping the world). 

Plus, Historia is endlessly grateful to have a warm, safe person to return to at the end of a long day. Everybody needs comfort. *Historia didn’t know how much support, relief, and happiness, a comfort person would bring, until she fell in love with you.* When she’s exhausted, she leans into your warmth like two birds ruffling feathers, and charges up on your summer glow. And when Historia sees your eyes sparkling, talking about whatever cool thing you noticed in the day, she feels *unbelievably warm* inside, just pure happiness. You also care for Historia, as she cares for you— tucking her in bed and humming as you hold her (as the big spoon), after a mission that went terribly. 

Please LIKE this if you enjoyed it!! (I spent a lot of time on this — no, really it do be taking hours)— your likes are encouragement to keep doing this :) 

Feel free to comment your feedback/thoughts (gimme ur comments, i wanna hear), and comment to be tagged in part 2, 3, etc! 

AND I’m adding in non-requested characters too, as a present for everybody! …Onwards: Pt. 2: Reiner, Levi, Armin (will be done and tumblr-published within probably 24 hours)

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[damn-stark]

Pt.1 Project Ackerman

Cherry au while we wait

A/N- Just an au one shot!

Warning- Violence, blood, swearing, angst, memory loss

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

Episode- 4x76-4x80

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

————

There’s something familiar about the place below, about the smell of the wind that blows through the open hatch. There’s something more to this Reiner Braun who keeps staring at you like a wounded animal.

You asked the moment the airship began to fly over the island, and the marshal says it’s not familiarity but the sense of evil, of the devils that live below. He says it’s because there resides your mission. You’ve been told to trust them since the moment you can remember, so you do. You believe him.

“Ready to comply, Ackerman?”

You blink and slowly drag your gaze up and meet the cold gaze of the marshal. “Ready,” you deadpan.

“What’s your mission?” He asks.

You remain stiff and report, “kill Eren Jaeger and all the devils that help him.”

——

*A COUPLE WEEKS BACK*

“Subject 238 pulse steady…”

Bright lights blind your eyes.

“…no exterior injuries…”

Every muscle you have screams in anguish, and your head…fuck…that hurts, it’s like having dozen of sharp blades stab your head. Why?

“Subject 238 seems to be waking up.”

Cold hands wrap around your face and tilt your face up, revealing an old doctor with beady eyes and glasses. His face is unfamiliar though, shouldn’t you recognize him?

He flashes a light in your eyes, making you groan and look away.

“Pupils normal.” So it’s him that’s talking.

He lets your face go and steps back. “Ackerman.” He says.

Now that the lights aren’t flashing in your eyes you can finally see normally.

“Ackerman,” he repeats.

That’s you. You know that because….someone said it before to you. This same doctor. In a dream.

You blink and meet his gaze, however you don’t say anything.

“State your name, subject 238,” he demands.

You swallow thickly and relieve the dryness that scratched your throat. “Ackerman,” you answer hoarsely. That’s all there is.

“Count how many fingers I'm holding,” he says and lifts his hands and puts up three fingers.

“Three,” you point out.

The doctor turns back and slides something off the table. When he turns he holds up a red paper. “What color is this?”

“Red,” you mumble.

The doctor hums and then grabs some weird recorder from his pocket. “Coherent response seems to be good. Now we’ll see if the experiment worked.” He walks away, letting you finally take in the place you’re at, every little thing you can see.

You recognize this office, the desk, the bed you lay on, the chair that has wires, straps and a helmet. You remember the white walls. It all comes in flashes but you know it.

“Tell me Ackerman, who is this?” The doctor asks, pulling your gaze to the paper he holds.

It’s a drawing of a young man with narrowed green eyes , black hair that seems to be tied back, and a menacing scowl. You recognize him too from flashes and dreams. Albeit he enrages you, he sparks a need for blood. “Eren Jaeger. The Attack Titan,” you respond.

The doctor lowers the drawing and picks up another, this time it’s a group of them, a group of…devils.

“Those are the devils from Paradis,” you mutter with anger.

“Yes,” the doctor agrees. “Very well.” He stands up and talks to his recorder again. “Emotions detected is rage, lining up with what we told her. Seems to have no memory of any of them, just as planned. Project 238 is proving to be the first successful experiment. Which is no surprise she has Ackerman blood. Now we will bring in Vice Chief Braun.”

Hold no memories? What does he mean?

The door opens and footsteps approach your bed, you look over and see a tall muscular blond man who seems to have been wounded. His eyes are gleaming and his lips are turned to a frown. You recognize him too, just the same way you recognize everything else, between dreams and flashes. Albeit there’s something about his eyes, about his face that’s different from the drawings.

“Ackerman,” the doctor says and walks up behind Reiner Braun. “Who is this?”

Reiner Braun stops beside you and he looks even more hurt.

“Vice Chief Reiner Braun,” you state with conflicted emotions. You feel disgust, but also some form of trust. “Devil and ally. The Armored Titan.”

Reiner swallows thickly and parts his lips, but the doctor grabs his shoulder and interjects.

“Don’t say anything that might confuse her. She is as of now a Marleyan citizen and elite soldier. With one mission. State your mission Ackerman.”

Now you feel determination and anger, burning anger.

You clench your jaw and narrow your gaze on them both. “I will kill Eren Jaeger, and all the devils that help him.”

——

*NOW*

Why doesn’t the familiarity about this town go away? It’s like at the tip of your tongue, but no matter what you can’t figure out why the streets, why the buildings, and the very soldiers that try to fight back your Marleyan companions just have that sense of familiarity….

Nevertheless, there’s no time for that now, focus on the matter at hand. The battle that you watch from the shadows, the fight with the Armored Titan against the Attack Titan; they exchange blow after blow, but the Attack Titan fights with more rage; he never falters, he always has the upper hand. The Jaw Titan joins in and it’s the same thing, the Attack Titan doesn’t let them breathe. It’s sort of impressive in some aspects, but you’re not on his side.

So when the Cart Titan finally manages to shoot him through the head, you can’t help but feel pride.

You wrap your hands around your weapons handle and shift your feet against the floor eagerly, but you have to wait. They said to wait until the second shot so he’s weaker, even if the other titans are losing you wait so as to not lose you.

However, both the Jaw and Armored Titan escape the spikes that kept them captive, so you continue to wait. As Jaw goes away, the Armored Titan charges at the Attack Titan with one of the spikes. That seems to fill the Attack Titan with rage though, he lets out a mighty roar and a yellow light flashes out from him before he makes more spikes implode out, causing the Armored Titan to get stabbed and pushed back by them.

Is it your turn now?

You bend your legs to jump off the bell tower, but Jaw returns, so you continue to wait. Nevertheless, the Attack Titan manages to swing his fist back and hurls Jaw back. So the fucker still has strength, great now you wait even longer.

The Armored Titan tackles him down and they continue to fight, or the Attack Titan keeps getting the upper hand, mustering a roar so loud you have to cover your ears. And just as you do, just before the Attack Titan can rip the Armored Titans jaw off, a rock suddenly hits from behind, causing him to be thrown back by the impact.

You drop your hands and look to where it comes from and see the traitor, the Beast Titan. Fuck. Fuck.

“Sorry I'm late,” his voice travels out loudly from the wall he’s perched on. “But I made it to your date. Good job holding out so far, Eren. Let your brother take it from here.”

Now it’s your turn. Finally.

You shoot the grapples to the ground and then hit the triggers to zoom towards the Attack Titan. He tries to walk to his brother, but you fly faster. The Armored Titan recuperates and tries to attack the Attack Titan, but the Beast hits him again. He doesn’t see you though, neither does the Attack Titan, you move too fast.

By the time the Attack Titan does notice you, it’s when you’re lifting your blade and slicing his nape, he tries to catch you with his hand, but you quickly swing back around and stab your hand through the flesh and yank him out with all your strength. The steam that blows out hurts, but you push yourself away and throw Eren back. You watch him fall, you meet his green eyes that widen in surprise at the sight of you, and smirk at him.

Eren proceeds to try and cut his hand wherever he can to transform, so you fly down faster and claw his face to slam it down against the stone ground.

Since he was close to the ground already it does no damage, he just doesn’t transform. “Tell me your name,” he spats out. “The name given to you when you were three.”

You blink in confusion and slowly lift your hand off his face.

“You don’t remember,” he tells you. “Because they took it from you. Dig deeper and tell me.”

There it is again the feeling like you remember between flashes and dreams.

Eren Jaeger…

He’s the enemy. Devil.

“Shut up!” You grimace and punch him again and again. He doesn’t hold back and manages to kick you back, hitting the long slashes on your torso already.

“Ugh,” you groan and fall back.

Eren stomps towards you with a sad frown. “I don’t want to fight you,” he mutters.

You curl your lip to a scowl and push yourself up to your feet and pull your blade. “Good,” you counter smugly. “It will make things easier. You’ll die faster and I’ll go home.”

Eren scoffs. “Where’s that?”

You try to recall, but nothing comes to mind. What is he doing? Why is playing with you like this?

Devil.

You let out an angry cry and swing down at him, but Eren throws his hand up. He wants to catch it, so instead you use your foot and kick him back. You then sheath your blade and run at him. Eren swerves you though, making you stumble forward. “Fucker,” you hiss and turn on your heels, he swings his fist, but you swerve his fist and quickly rebuttal by swinging your other fist and landing a left hook on his jaw.

Eren groans, and you proceed to use your advantage and kick his leg to knock him down to his knees. You then lunge forward and grab him by his throat. Eren slaps his hands on your shoulders to try and push you back, but you move your hands to his own shoulders and use your incredible strength to throw him over to the side with ease.

He rolls on the ground, so you roll your shoulders back and turn to return to him and finish the job. However, as you do you catch Jaw trying to charge at Eren as he’s in human form, but he fails and gets hit by the beast's rocks.

“Damn,” you pant.

But he’s the idiot for not staying put, so whatever. You now face Eren, but he’s not where you threw him. He’s not far either, he’s trying to run towards his brother who is now on the ground wounded by a bullet; because of your fighting you didn’t even notice when he got shot. It’d be good but Eren has more accessibility to him now, so if he wants to run so will you.

You charge at him at full speed, and quickly manage to tackle him to the ground. Eren counters by throwing his head back against you, making you yelp at the feeling of the pain on your nose. He uses your distraction and flips around, you ignore your pain and try to fight him, but he then stabs his fingers through your slashes and kicks you back harshly, making you cry out as he opens part of that wound again.

As to how you got them? You can’t remember, but they were still healing, and now he’s added more pain.

“Find Mikasa and the others,” you hear him through your pain.

“Fuck—” Before you can finish though, lightning strikes down and he suddenly transforms. The force of his transformation, throws you back. Before you can hit your head on the ground though, something catches you, something hot and fleshy. When you look back you see Jaw.

You don’t know him, you know he’s your ally and a devil. He…like the others triggers you to feel the same thing, only a sense of familiarity, but nothing else besides that.

Alas he lets you go and charges forward and bites Eren’s leg. You back away and take cover agaisnt the houses, and just watch as the Attack Titan slams his fist down on Jaw, multiple times.

They said not to intervene so you don’t, you can only watch as Jaw gets destroyed. However, not much longer a bullet whizzes by and hits the Attack Titan in the head, knocking him to the ground. Now it’s time to go again.

You ignore the pain that troubles you and shift into your stance, but just before you can hit the trigger to fly to the Attack Titan, the Armored Titan begins to fight the Attack Titan, so you once again have to wait for your opening hidden in the houses.

“It’s time to call the Titans.”

Beast. He’s still alive? Damn.

Guess killing him is your next mission for now.

You shoot your grapples towards the building across and fly. Just before you can land on the roof you make a sharp turn and raise your blades, but alas a voice you barely catch makes you pause when you land on another roof.

“Wait!” Colt, the next warrior for the Beast Titan exclaims. There’s a boy beside him as well, it must be the brother they were talking about on the airship….he seems oddly familiar in the same sense as everything else.

“It’s Falco. He drank your spinal fluid! Please stop, Zeke!”

If Beast betray Marley why would he let himself get killed over one boy?

“Don’t you remember?” Colt adds as he hits his chest with his hand. “I earned the right to inherit the Beast so my family wouldn’t get sent to paradise!”

“Colt, let go of me! Colt!” The brother named Falco, if you remember correctly, yells at his brother. But to no avail.

“Honestly,” Colt says. “I never knew what was going through your head even before you betrayed us! Ever! But you’re not the kind of person who could get an innocent child involved like it’s nothing! I’m not asking you to sit back and die! But please just wait until Falco gets out of your screams range! After that, you can murder everyone for all I care! Marleyans, Eldians, it doesn’t matter to me who you kill! But leave my brother out of it!”

Such an admirable attempt. Shame it won’t work.

Now would be the perfect opportunity to kill Beast, but this gives the Marshall time to reload the gun. Plus you’re curious too, a girl, the other Eldian runaway, comes running in on a horse. Albeit all she can do is just gawk too.

“Colt!” Beast drifts your attention back to his wounded Titan body. “Colt…I understand exactly how you feel about your brother.”

You glance at the Attack Titan still stuck under the Armored Titan and sigh.

“Which is why,” Zeke continues. “This is truly a shame.”

Without another moment of hesitation Beast opens its big jaws and lets out a deafening roar that blows a strong wind out and shakes the foundations of every house, and the ground itself like if it were an earthquake.

Nothing compares to the hundreds of explosions that follow though, the sound booms in your ears making you quickly cover them even if it doesn’t help. The ground shakes more fiercely, causing you to lose balance and tumble down the roof. Luckily you manage to get a hold of the edge of the roof before you hit the ground.

“Shit,” you hiss and throw your other hand on the roof to try and pull yourself up.

But as you do the wounds on your chest send out a sharp pain that makes your hand slip.

“Fuck, damn it!” You curse. You use all your upper body strength and ignore the sharp burning pain to get up.

When you do though, a large hand then swipes over the edge you just been on. You quickly snap your eyes over and see a mindless Titan in your midst. Its creepy wide eyes focus on you, and it suddenly swings, but you manage to use your gear to fly over the hands.

Even with the warning to fear these beasts, there’s a horror already set in you that reminds you of pain and grief, that sets off every possible alarm you have in your mind. It’s that same instinctive fear that lets you act quickly and confuse it by tying its hands with the cords connected to your gear, before you swing around it and cut its nape.

“Yes!” You celebrate to yourself. Now to kill the Beast or the Attack Titan.

When you turn to face the scene though, Beast Titan's body is decomposing and a Titan you assume is the boy Falco is eating a human—no not just any person, the Jaw Titan, Porco Galliard.

Hm. What was the purpose of that? Zeke is dead now, Eren can’t connect with him, it’s over. All that’s left to do is kill Eren Jaeger.

You drift your gaze and see the Armored Titan use his rage to turn around and punch him. Nevertheless, when his fist makes impact, the Attack Titan uses the War Hammers abilities and crystallizes his body and the Armored Titans hand. Which is smart, you have to give him props.

Not only that, but he uses this action to get out of his Titan body and run towards Beast? He’s still alive?

Well even if he is, their plan won’t work. Now you shoot your grapples out and hit the triggers to shoot forward, while you lift your blade to swing down and chop Eren’s head off.

Yet before you can reach him suddenly a body rams into you, knocking you off your path and slamming you into the ground. You proceed to then roll over one another until finally you come to a harsh stop under a young man. He has a long face, light brown eyes and that goes with his light brown hair styled in a…nice mullet. Yes, it’s very nice.

His face though, every inch of it, his eyes down to the deepest depth of his eyes is familiar, he’s like a deja vu, a much prettier dream than everything else.

“Y/N?” He asks with his eye filling with tears and his face expressing utter disbelief.

You blink and hold his gaze with confusion and hesitation before it hits you…he’s a devil. One of Eren's friends.

“No,” you spat back and then slam your head against his before you flip him around and wrap your hands around his throat.

However, before you can tighten your grip, a loud bullet goes off, stealing your attention. And when your eyes land on the scene you slide off the guy as you watch in bafflement how Eren’s head goes flying off his body.

The guy beside you quickly flips around and watches what’s happening in silence.

Is this it? You think to yourself.

You get up and watch as Eren’s hand lands right on Zeke Jaeger’s palms. You hold your breath and once again think, is this it, if this is what leads to the end? But then lightening strikes down on Eren and what was once a head now grows a long spine, a rib cage follows and it all begins to extend for miles.

Calamity doesn’t stop nevertheless, the walls that surround the city crumble, filling the air with debris and a cloud of dust. Through it you see large Titans, Titans just like the Colossal Titan, hundreds of them all emerging from within the wall.

To avoid being hit by debris the guy tries to pick you up, but you shove him away. “Unhand me devil,” your grimace and use your gear to fly to a safe distance. The moment you land though, the wave of the impact hits you and shoves you back, causing you to hit the back of your head on the roof.

Everything then goes black, the chaos happening around you silences, but a rampage begins to ensue in your mind. There’s a man, a tiny man, he’s a blurry image that you can barely depict, but you can hear his deep voice. A familiar and comforting thing.

“What’s your name?”

He asks, but the memory changes just as quick as lightning strikes and more and more memories of him and different people flash in your mind. Nothing is clear, nothing sticks, or changes your mind about what everyone in Paradise is.

In fact it’s all a trick they play, they somehow can do that, they mess with your mind so they can trick you. It won’t be that easy, they won’t get away with it, they’re all devils. And your goal is still clear since Eren escaped death.

Thus with that still in mind you wake up, and the first thing you see is Eren’s long faced friend from mere moments ago. His face is over yours and his hand is on your cheek.

“Y/N?” He asks again.

You narrow your gaze and play along. You slowly raise your hand and cup his cheek. You soften your face and he begins to smile.

“You’re—”

You cut him off before he can continue with more by punching his face. Since you caught him off guard he falls on his back. You quickly then move on top of him and wrap your hands around his throat.

He tries to remove your hands as gently as possible, but you just lift his head and slam it against the roof you’re on.

The guy begins to gasp for air, he begins to squirm and fight back, but you’re stronger and tighten your grip around his throat. However, before you can actually kill him, you’re hit with a superstition, a chill crawls on the back of your neck so you quickly let the guy go and pull out your blade. You then proceed to spin around swiftly and manage to slash someone on the side of the head since he tried to swerve.

When he falls on the ceiling you’re on you get up and stride towards him. That’s when you see a guy with a shaved head, another one of Eren's friends. And you managed to cut off the tip of his ear.

He’s bleeding a lot.

“Y/N?” He asks through the throbbing pain.

You scoff and flip your blade in your hand. “No. Ackerman.”

The guy with the shaved head doesn’t move, he watches you approach him with your blade, he just sits there covering half of his ear with disbelief.

“Cherry!”

At the sound of that name you instinctively freeze. You exhale and slowly turn around, spotting the man possessing the Colossal Titan. Why did you turn though? Why does that name sound familiar, like…like yours?

“This isn’t you,” he exclaims. “I see that now. It explains why you’re alive. Try to remember.”

Remember what?

It’s a trick.

“How about I call you…Cherry?”

No, no. It’s a trick. It’s a trick! They do this, they play tricks.

“Shut up,” you sneer and clench your hands around the blade handle before you charge at him.

However, before you can tackle him, you sense movement behind you so you turn around and kick back the guy with the long face. The man with the shaved head then tries to also attack you, but you swerve and miss his hit.

You snicker at the attempt, and turn around swiftly to catch the Colossal Titan’s attempt by catching his wrist, and then gripping onto the other one.

“I can’t kill you, but I can come close,” you snap back at him and then easily use your strength to turn him around and hurl him at the guy with the long face. They roll on the ceiling, leaving you the shaved hair guy.

“Look it won’t be fair, Cherry. It never has been,” he says as he backs up.

You crack your neck and smirk at him. “Then it’ll be easy. Better for me, baldie.”

“You know,” he points at you. “I hate when you call me that!”

He comes to the edge of the ceiling and shakes his head. “Don’t. You’ll regret it.”

You scoff. “I won’t regret a thing. No regrets.”

Nevertheless, something is approaching from your right side. You look over, but you only catch a quick flash before a body slams onto you. You try to fight off the attacker, but they pin your hands down, so you just look up and spot an Ackerman.

“Mikasa,” you know her name.

Said girl freezes and her hardened expressions falls and softens with hope.

“It’s not too late,” you tell her, plead almost.

Mikasa blinks in confusion.

“We can have a good life. Peace,” you continue. “Please.”

Mikasa swallows thickly and her grip on your wrist loosens. “Tell me,” she breaks her silence with such a graceful voice. “Tell me the name of the man you call dad. And I’ll consider it.”

You pause and look into her eyes for the answer. Dad? Dad?

You can’t remember.

“I,” you mouth and blink. “I don’t know.”

Mikasa exhales softly and her grip tightens again, this time though you don’t try to persuade her, you try to kick her back, but she meets you with a punch, she then knees your already bleeding stitches.

You yell out and you see her face falter at the sound, but she doesn’t let go, she raises her fist again. It shakes in the air, you meet her gaze through your pain and shake your head to try and stop what she wants to do.

Mikasa’s lips wobble, so you use her hesitation to sneak your hand towards the trigger of her Thunder spear.

“Please,” you feign to sound vulnerable. “Mikasa.”

Said girl leaves her fist in the air, and you grab the string and pull.

The Thunder Spear goes flying off, pulling Mikasa’s attention away, and letting you throw her off you. As the explosion hits the roof to the side, debris flies out everywhere and rains down where you are.

This time the pain of being hit in your stitches slows you down, so you have to use all fours to boost yourself up. And it’s when you stand up that the man with the long face lands in front of you. His eyes are glossy and he’s breathing hard.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and swings his right hand. You end up catching his fist and squeeze it.

Albeit he uses that as a decoy and then swings his left arm to hit the side of your head with the end of his gun.

Everything begins to go black after that, but one voice whispers. “I’m Marco. Marco Bodt.”

“Marco,” you whisper one last time before you’re taken unconscious.

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A/N- I need the last part already!

#fanfiction #damn-stark #cherry #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #jean kirstein fanfiction #Jean kirstein x fem!reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein fic #jean kirstein x reader #aot #aot fanfiction #snk #snk fanfiction #project Ackerman #connie springer #mikasa ackerman #Armin arlet #Reiner Braun #part 1

[justanobodywriter]

Mortem

Eren x Reader x Jean

CW: kind of season 4 spoilers but nothing too specific (iykyk), gender neutral reader, angst, mentions of injuries, reader dies, little bit of cheating reader

Eren leaned over the bed. He looked at how peaceful you looked. He hadn't seen you like this in a while.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," you breathed out.

Your lips turned up in a small smile as your eyes opened slowly. As the haze left, you saw him standing over you.

"I can't stay long," he spoke reaching out and caressing your cheek.

You leaned into his touch, "Any time I can get will be enough."

"Floch told me you aren't doing well."

"I'm not. I'm seriously injured."

"How bad is it?"

You lifted the thin sheet that covered your body, revealing many cuts and open wounds that were poorly stitched up. Most of your torso was a very dark blue, purple, or black color. It was very apparent that there was much that was wrong.

"Jean helped stitch me up," you explained. "I know it isn't perfect, but it's better than it was."

"Why aren't you bandaged better?" Eren questioned trying to keep his face a stoic expression.

"There isn't enough supplies here," you spoke laying the sheet back down. "They weren't ready to treat the wounded. The closest medics to here are against us all."

Eren nodded his head in understanding.

"I know you have to go, so don't worry yourself with me," you waved him off. "I'll be ok."

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Eren admitted.

"No plan is perfect."

"This one was."

"You're right, it was. This was all meant to happen. We have to accept it now."

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do, Eren," you let out a choked cough after you spoke.

"Do you still think this is the right thing to do?"

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"That's all that matters. I don't know what to think anymore."

"So you aren't still with me?"

"No, I am. I just don't know what's best anymore. Is there even anything that would be best in this world?"

"Don't say things like that."

"I'm serious, Eren. Think about it. This world has gone to shit. Can it really be saved?"

"There's only one way to find out."

You turned your head to him and looked intensely into his eyes, "Then do it."

Eren nodded.

He leaned over and kissed you.

Both of you knew it would be the last time, so his lips lingered with yours for a little longer than they usually would. He was hesitant to leave. He didn't want to leave you, but he had a job to do.

Finally, he left the room.

You listened to his footsteps as they got farther and farther away.

Your door creaked open.

"Jean," you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," he answered as he shut the door behind him.

He walked over to your bedside. He took your hand in his gently.

"Did he come?" Jean asked.

"Just like we thought he would," you confirmed. "Was it enough time?"

"Only time will tell," Jean breathed out.

He brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently.

You smiled as you looked up at the ceiling. Silent tears fell from your eyes.

"It's ok," Jean cooed. "You did the right thing."

"Did I?" you asked.

He hummed in response.

He pulled a chair over to your bedside. He gently took your hand in his again.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Weak," you admitted.

"Can I do anything to help?" he spoke looking up at you knowingly.

"Stay," you breathed out.

You both knew. It wouldn't be too much longer, so he did as you asked. Jean stayed there until he saw your chest stop rising and falling. Even after he knew, he leaned over and cried over you.

"Your death won't be for nothing," he spoke. "I promise."

#eren x me #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #eren jeager x y/n #eren angst #eren jeager angst #eren yeager angst #eren jeager x reader #jean x you #jean x gender neutral reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein imagine #jean kirstein fic #jean kirstein x you #jean kirstein x reader #aot spoilers #kind of jean x reader #tw death mention #reader dies

[kindredspiriit]

epiphany excerpt / jean kirstein

From chapter seven of my Jean Kirstein fic, epiphany

Set during the first Marley visit, right before they all get wasted lol

I’m late. We were supposed to meet at seven and I’m late. This maze of a fucking house is the cause of it. If there weren’t so many hallways I would’ve never gotten lost. 

Eventually, we met up with Kiyomi Azumabito. We were currently at her residence, and we were having a meeting to discuss some sort of game plan. You know, to try and get Marleyans to hate us a little less. But unfortunately I had lost track of time, and only left my room the moment I was supposed to be with everyone else. Through my panic, I completely forgot about the whole tour Kiyomi gave us, so I made about four wrong turns.

After quite literally having to follow the sound of Sasha and Connie’s loud ass voices, I made it to where I was supposed to be. As I stumbled down the stairs, I noticed Eren sitting at the bottom.

“Shit, how mad is Levi?” I asked, knowing I would never hear the end of this.

“I don’t know. But Jean is keeping Kiyomi occupied, so you don’t have to worry about her.” Eren replied coolly. Once I reached him he stood up, and reached out to grab my hair. I had done it up in two low pigtail braids when we got here. I’m not really sure why, but something about being in a different country made me want to try something new. Holding onto my left braid, he chuckled, and twirled the stray pieces that weren’t included in the style in his fingers.

“What?” I asked, completely ignoring him playing with my hair. Which he stopped about as soon as he started. I was confused as to what topic of interest Jean Kirstein and Kiyomi Azumabito would have in common. “What are they talking about?” “You.”

I laughed dryly, “Real funny, Eren. Now come on, let’s get this over with.” I began to walk over to the door we needed to cross, but Eren didn’t follow. “What?” I repeated, my tone whiny as if I were a child.

He let a small smile come over his face, and he shook his head. “You’re so oblivious, Lina.” With that, he walked towards the door and held it open for me. Now that the group knew I finally made it, I couldn’t ask any more questions. I had to push down the interrogation bubbling up in my stomach, threatening to spill out at any second. I gave him a weird look, and stepped into the room.

#attack on titan #aot #epiphanyjk #jean kirstein #wattpad author #jean kirstein fic #wattpad #eren jaeger #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein x oc #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader

[jeanblvd]

╭┈❥• 3 words, 8 letters. say it, & im yours

Jean Kirschtein.

Being close friends with Jean in it has its ups and downs.

The ups being you have a friend to turn to, or having a strong friend to carry your heavy bags, or a friend to have fun banter with.

The downs? Well, he can be annoying at times. Not to mention, he’s a total flirt. You can never tell when he’s being a genuinely nice person or just trying to flirt with someone.

But worst of all…you were always that someone on the receiving end of his flirtatious remarks. Why would he do that? You were just friends. You always assumed that he was just teasing you. Which isn’t untrue. He loves to tease you. And you hate it. Because how were you supposed to respond when his golden brown eyes look so mesmerizing gazing into yours or when the sunlight hits his ashy blonde locks just right? Your cheeks burn everytime and he notices. Which is trouble for you. You know that whenever he notices, his head just grows bigger. And he wonders if he could make you blush more if you’d allow him.

Then he remembers the time you rejected him when he tried to ask you out. You wanted to keep the relationship platonic. You didn’t want to ruin the precious friendship you already had with him. If you ended breaking up, it might cause a rift between the group.

It was the right thing to do. You try to convince yourself everyday. But it’s hard when your feelings only grew larger every time you see him. The stupid handsome smile that pops up on his face when he sees you. Or when you’d catch him gazing at you across the room during a group hangout. Or when you’d call him and he answers right away. You then found yourself doing the exact same things to him.

“Anyway! That’s not the point. The point is…you both like each other. Why aren’t you dating yet? Is there a problem?” You explain to Sasha how you don’t want to ruin the relationships in the group. “That’s…not an issue.” She pauses and grabs your shoulders. “Y/N,” she starts. “Do you…love him by any chance?”

“Anyway! That’s not the point. The point is…you both like each other. Why aren’t you dating yet? Is there a problem?” You explain to Sasha how you don’t want to ruin the relationships in the group. “That’s…not an issue.” She pauses and grabs your shoulders. “Y/N,” she starts. “Do you…love him by any chance?”

“Anyway! That’s not the point. The point is…you both like each other. Why aren’t you dating yet? Is there a problem?” You explain to Sasha how you don’t want to ruin the relationships in the group. “That’s…not an issue.” She pauses and grabs your shoulders. “Y/N,” she starts. “Do you…love him by any chance?”

Love. Is this what this growing feeling in your chest was?

“Mayb…” your voice falters when you notice the guys approaching you both. Sasha smiles, looking at the others.

“Guys?” she calls to them. “I wanna show y’all something cool on my phone! C’mon, let’s go outside.” She stops, holding a hand out at Jean. “Not you. You stay here with y/n. They’ve got something to tell you. Heehee.” Then, Sasha turns to you and whispers, “Now’s your chance. Don’t worry. I can bring us back together if things don’t go well.” She winks at you while you send a horrified look.

And with that, the three leave, leaving you both alone. Jean’s chuckle brings your attention back to him.

“So, you wanted to tell me something, beautiful?” His nicknames which were once annoying were now endearing and gratifying to hear. He sits on a stool next to you and grabs a cherry from a bowl on the table and munches on it. Was this a good idea? You can’t help but stare at the way his lips enclose around the ball of fruit, tongue swiping over his bottom lip after swallowing it. Jean waits for you to speak, looking you up and down. “Y/N?” He asks, concerned with how silent you got.

The one thing in your head: a kiss from him would be divine.

“Can-?” you start and he nods, ready to say yes to whatever you’re going to request. Whatever it is you want, he’ll make it happen. “Can I kiss you?”

Well, he wasn’t expecting that.

Jean blinks, speechless upon hearing your words. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. “Sorry. Um—I just uh…” You try to retract your words so you could organize this whole thing better. Confession, then kiss. Not kiss then confession. Wait, is a kiss too much to expect? This whole thing is a mess already. But before you know it, Jean is standing up and moving closer to you. His hand is brought up to your face and he’s already leaning in, but right as he’s inches away, he stops.

It’s as if he’s read your mind. “Three letters, eight words. Say it, and I’m yours,” he whispers. You can feel his breath fanning over your lips and his heartbeat wildly beating next to your own. A smile grows on your face.

“Jean,” your eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes. “I love yo—!” You barely finished saying those words when he pressed his lips against yours. His hands held onto the sides of your face as he tries to pull you in closer if it was possible. And your arms wrap tightly around his neck, leaning up into his kiss. The kiss deepens as he grazes his tongue on your bottom lip, and you let him in. Both of your minds are consumed with each other in the moment. And he breaks for a minute to allow some breathing room. During that minute, he rests his forehead against yours, eyelids heavy from the intense kiss.

“I love you, y/n.” He presses another kiss to your lips. You didn’t realize the power he held with those words, and how warm it made you feel. The butterflies in your stomach appearing again. “I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss.

You giggle into his mouth, allowing yourself to delve back in for another makeout session. You feel a grin against Jean’s lips and his hands move down to your neck, caressing your shoulders, before landing on your waist and lifting you up on the table. “Damn, who knew kissing you would be so electrifying,” he says, smirking. Jean never fails to make you blush. Trying to hide your flustered face, you pull his collar toward you to kiss him again.

“Right back at ya, pretty boy,” you tease and he trails his lips along your jaw, then moving downwards to your neck and giving that one special spot a sweet suck. You were about to release a moan when your group of friends burst through the door.

“So! How are you—oh!” Connie says, startled by the scene. You and Jean abruptly stop. But Jean’s hands still remain on you, not letting go.

“Fuck yeah!” Sasha screams and tries to high five the others but they scowl at her. She pretends to play it off, wiping her hair.

“Well, even though we lost the bet. Let’s be honest. we’ve all been waiting for this to happen. It’s about goddamn time,” Marco says, opening his wallet and handing the giddy Sasha her money.

“What bet?” Jean asks. And they all grow silent.

“Nothing! Nevermind! Just continue what y’all were doing. Haha, we got some stuff to do!” Sasha exclaims and pushes the two away. “Guys! C’mon! I’ll get dinner, it’s on me!” Even though, clearly it’s on them since they just gave her fifty dollars. You laugh, watching your goofy friends leave.

“Like they said, shall we continue?” Jean asks, kissing your cheek. You nod, already wrapping your arms around his neck once again and he laughs.

Perhaps this was all worth the wait.

#idk about this one it was a quick drabble #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein fic #jean kirschtein fic #aot fic #jean kirschtein imagines #jean k.💭💗

[heavenzscent]

Looking Out for You (Side Story)

Rated : T

So I have been working on this really long fic and there are some scenes that I wrote that I realized were really unnecessary so I just put them in a side story document.

This scene is mentioned in passing in the main fic but I just wanted to post it somewhere since I wrote out the whole scene. This is from Armins point of view as he is remembering past events years after the Rumbling during the year 860 when the fic is taking place.

May

Year 847

When they first became cadets word had gone around the boys barracks that Jean could draw and that he was drawing naked people. Some people teased him while others thought it was interesting that he had such a skill. Eren had suggested that he should use that talent to make a field guide outside the walls as a scout instead of pornography, making Jean scoff at the idea of even entering the Survey Corps leading to another one of their  tiresome arguments. 

A few days had passed since that particular clash between the two.

Armin remembered minding his business reading a book when he heard Daz screaming from the other room. Everyone ran to see what was happening. 

Jean had Daz pinned up against a wall, his hands around his neck Daz trying his best to reach out to swing at him. It was no good Jean was taller and had longer arms resulting in Daz swinging at empty air. 

“DON'T TALK TO HER!! DON’T TOUCH HER!! DON'T EVEN LOOK AT HER!!!” Jean Bellowed. 

Eren who was used to fighting with Jean ran up to him grabbing him by the arm making him loosen his grip on a then purple Daz who fell to the ground and stayed there.

“What's wrong with you? You could have killed him. Why are you always fighting guys smaller than you?” Eren yelled.

Jean's expression became strangely serene.

He looked down at Daz and asked him to tell Eren what he had asked of him. Daz’s eyes went wide and he shook his head no. 

“Fuckin’ tell him!” Jean said through gritted teeth kicking him in the gut. 

“I don’t think knocking the air out of him is going to help!” Armin had yelled, watching Jean hurt Daz reminded him of his childhood and he hated it. 

“I asked Jean to draw me a naked picture of Krista.” He choked out. 

Armin remembered him and Eren sharing looks of disgust and for once Jean's anger seemed warranted. 

Jean kicked him on the side. “And?” 

Daz looked like Jean was about to pull out his tooth with the way he kept shaking his head with his mouth closed. 

“Jean, just tell us?” Armin said exasperated. He agreed that Daz was gross but excessive force wasn’t necessary. 

“No, I want the pervert to confess!” He had calmed down some and settled for glowering down at Daz who seemed too beat up and mortified to stand up on his own two feet. At that point a crowd of young boys had gathered to observe the spectacle. 

“Okay Okay, I asked Jean to draw Krista and Mikasa together … naked.” He confessed. 

The confession was followed by gasps and howls of laughter. If Armin had been grossed out before he was absolutely revolted after that confession. 

Armin just stared as Eren dove down to punch Daz on the side of the head. It was a strange sight seeing Jean and Eren fighting together. They would have made good best friends if their ideologies weren't so different. 

“Wait Wait STOP!! I got a better idea.” Armin said 

Erena and Jean rolled their eyes but looked at him to hear his idea. The whole audience was quiet listening to every word. 

“Let’s tell Mikasa.” He said with a devious smile. 

Upon hearing that Daz wailed in despair about how Mikasa would surely kill him or injure him beyond repair. The three boys smirked and walked away towards the mess hall to find Mikasa resulting in Daz wetting his pants. 

Later Jean showed Armin alone the infamous sketches and to his surprise they weren't perverted at all. The bodies did not have clothes but there weren't any nipples, genitals or anything of the sort. It was just the human body in various poses from running to sliding. 

That should have been Armin's first tip to Jean being head over heels for Mikasa but since Krista had been involved he just assumed he was enamored with the little blonde like everyone else. 

Authors Note:

Constructive criticism is welcome

#Jeankasa #jean x mikasa #jean kirschstein #Jean kirstein #jean kirstein fic #Jean kirschstein fic #aot fanfiction #aot

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

here you guys go 🤍 got some quality annie time comin up :’)

if you’re new here, click this to read chapters 1-11 !

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[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ jean kirstein ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - dad jean, shy jean, cheating, divorce, jean has an ex wife, x f reader

I watched a movie last night and now all I can think about is single dad!jean who is just getting over his messy divorce. he's got a wonderful daughter who means the world to him, and he does everything he can to keep her safe and happy, and even though it's hard for him, he still makes sure she sees her mother as regularly as possible—even though it causes him massive amounts of pain to see how happy and carefree his ex wife is with her new partner.

best friend connie who keeps begging jean to go out to a bar for a couple drinks with him. he asks every single friday (and saturday), and jean is always adamant that he's just not ready to get back out there and start dating. but one night he finally caves and says yes, his daughter is spending the night with her mother and he doesn't want to sit alone is his small, despressingly bare apartment by himself. so he dresses up as best he can and meets connie for a drink. and that's where he meets you for the first time.

you catch his eye as soon as you walk in the room, and he's not the only one who's watching you. he sees a couple of dudes try and buy you a drink, and you shoot them down before they've even had a chance to introduce themselves. connie catches jean staring and practically drags him towards you, pushing jean into the chair opposite you and leaving as soon as he's introduced jean to you.

jean completely fumbles the interaction, he tries to use numerous pick up lines on you—all which fail—and his compliments are completely over the top and it's clear he has no idea what he's doing. you try to excuse yourself, but he practically begs you not to leave. upon realising what a terrible flirter he is jean decides to tell the truth about his situation, rather than pretend to be a flirt and a ladies man. he tells you it's his first time trying to pick up someone in a bar, and that he's never been any good at flirting. he tells you all about his messy divorce, and how he was cheated on and that it basically wrecked his entire life—the only positive from his marriage being that he has the most amazing daughter in the world. he tells you that he hasn't been on any kind of first date since he was 15 and that he has absolutely no idea how to approach a woman as beautiful as you.

you think his honesty is sweet, and that he's a much easier guy to talk to than anyone else in this stupid bar, so you ask him to take you home. he's embarrassed to take you to his apartment but you aren't paying the rooms or decor any notice. as soon as you get past the door your lips are attached to his neck, and you find out that although he cannot flirt for the life of him, he is an amazing kisser, and probably the most giving guy you've ever been with.

you leave the next morning, and he promises to call you. his heart hasn't felt as light as this since...he can't even remember. he thinks about you for days, but is so nervous to call you. all he can manage is sending a short text to you, saying [hi! hope you're doing well, thanks for the great night. I would love to see you again.] you smile when you receive it, but your job is so demanding that you don't get the chance to reply for a while and the text completely slips your mind as you prep for an important night of meetings.

jean doesn't feel good about how long it's been since he texted you, and he wants to see you again. soon. so he decides to call you after his daughter's parents teacher conference. he sits with his ex wife, awaiting their turn, outside of the classroom door. but when the teacher calls out to let them know that they can enter the classroom, he walks in and is met with the sight of you, standing behind the desk, arm extended ready to shake hands with the parents you'd just called in.

the woman he'd hooked up with from the bar was his daughter's teacher?

you sit in front of jean, utterly humiliated at the situation, and you watch as his face reddens when his ex wife notices the tension and begins to ask if the two of you had met before. you speak before jean can, and assure her that you've never met before, and that you're just feeling overwhelmed from all the parents you've met today. she seems to believe it, but when jean catches your eye and smiles uncharacteristically shyly, she feels a bubble of jealousy rise in her chest.

luckily the meeting goes without a hitch after that, their daughter is doing perfectly well in class, all she needs to do is try to participate in class discussions a bit more.

jean and his ex wife were your last meeting of the evening, and you watch as he hastily bids farewell to his ex, stumbling over his words and looking around nervously. you smile when he hangs around in the doorway after she's left, seemingly trying to find the courage to come and say something to you.

you finish collecting your things and walk towards jean, who's now pacing back and forth in the corridor. he jumps when he sees you, but smiles warmly at your presence. before you have the chance to say anything about how awkward that meeting was, words are tumbling from jeans mouth:

"im so sorry I haven't called you yet, I had absolutely no idea what to say to you and I didn't want to say the wrong thing and scare you off. which I now realise is stupid because you wouldn't have asked me to take you home if you didn't at least like me a little bit but I didn't want to come on too strong and—"

"jean, it's okay. just ask me to dinner."

"yeah? okay. will you have dinner with me...tomorrow?"

"yes, I'd love to have dinner with you."

the two of you walk out to the car park together, and jean opens your car door for you. he bids you goodbye, and tells you how much he's looking forward to dinner tomorrow. and you smile, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest as you reply that you can't wait to see him again.

tagging: @cowgirlikets (tysm for asking to be tagged !! love to u)

#he's so....babygirl #i adored writing for dad jean #i want to write for him more #imagine him all shy and blushing when the two of you go out together #ugh but also imagine dad jean dating someone younger than him and how conflicted he would be.... oh god i need him #want to come onto him and show him that just bc im younger doesnt mean he cant fuck me... #want to corrupt his morals...and have him corrupt me... #fuck i have to write this #anyways #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein fic #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein fic #jean kirstein x you #sage.blurbs

[sshirakumo]

Jeanpiku + Final Season

Dedicating this to my favorite Jeanpiku arist/amazing mutual, @zuzusexytiems - thanks for keeping this rarepair's fandom fed so well ♡

#if you’re not into this pair yet pls give them a chance bi4bi jpk is my everything #also pls check out una’s artwork and fics i beg of you <3 #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #pieck finger #jeanpiku #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #animanga #h.gif #500

[missmeinyourbones]

I THINK HE KNOWS (jean kirstein x reader)

tags: friends to lovers! with jean, based on “i think he knows” by taylor swift, also partially inspired by these hcs from a while ago

If Jean was smart—hell, if he had all five senses intact and a brain with basic functioning—he’d know that you were foolishly in love with him. 

He has to know, you’re sure of it. Anyone would see it in the way you look at him.

The way you watch his hands wrap around a cold glass, wishing they were wrapped around waist instead. The way you actively listen to him speak—no matter what he’s saying—while the rest of the group tunes out his stories and jokes, you remain focused on the words that fall from his lips like honey. The way you offer to follow wherever he goes, if he needs an opinion on a pair of shoes or a helping hand moving his sofa, you’re always the first one to hand over your time.

You feel like you’re seventeen again, kicking your feet in bed as you write about some silly little crush in your diary. All you can seem to think about these days are his boyish grin and charming mannerisms—they’ve flooded your mind like a permanent alcohol induced haze. You feel giddy with the kind of excitement that only a teenage crush can bring, one that makes you feel foolish and young and naive. You don’t think anyone could understand it if you tried to speak it into existence, so you’ve let it ruminate within your own thoughts. 

But he has to know. How could he not when you make it so obvious? 

Jean, however, is a fool—especially when it comes to his own emotions. 

He’s convinced himself that what he feels for you is what all friends feel for one another. Friends feel like they’re floating on air when they're in one another’s company or see one another’s name light up their phone’s lock-screen. Friends get excited when they unexpectedly see one another walking to class or grabbing a bite to eat—friends make note of these random meetings, and then attempt to incorporate them into their daily routines, naturally. Friends feel like their skin is on fire when they brush against one another’s shoulders, feeling the warmth of one another’s soft and foreign skin. That’s just what friends do. 

Right?

The two of you stuck in this same song and dance. The record continuing to spin round and round until it inevitably breaks or scratches, rendering it unplayable. A couple of idiots, too scared to see what’s right in front of them out of selfish and cowardly reasoning. 

So if Jean were smart, he’d come over to where you stand alone at some stupid party, and he’d kiss you. 

But he doesn't. Instead, he spots you from across the room and simply waves. The two of you shoot one another a similar look, one that says you’re both far too sober for the occasion. 

“Havin’ fun?” he sarcastically quips as he saunters over, leaning against the counter next to you.

“Is it that obvious?” you grumble, though he notices your shoulders fall a bit at the natural comfort his presence provides.

“Nah,” he shrugs, “I just know you.”

He knows you.

“Come with me,” he beckons quickly, a bit too naturally, that it almost catches you off guard. Your raised brow and skeptical look has him leaning back. 

“What, don’t you trust me?” he feigns a bit of hurt as you roll your eyes.

“Obviously.”

Your response has him opening his palm to you, offering his hand as a means of escape. You don’t know what his plan is—or if he even has a plan—but you don’t seem to mind. Taking his hand and blindly trusting him to take you anywhere but here seems like a win. 

You accept his offer with ease.

He winds and snakes the two of you throughout the crowded space—between clumsy party-goers and stacked plastic cups. It’s hectic, almost comical, as you let him pull and guide your hand like a dog on a leash. 

Once you’re finally in the clear and out of the apartment, the air is drastically different—refreshing, bright. You hadn’t noticed how suffocating the party had been, for far too many reasons than just the thickened atmosphere. 

He leads the two of you to his truck, an old and weary SUV, as he opens the passenger door for you. He offers you a hand climbing into the seat, before closing your door and walking around the vehicle, entering on his own side.

He pulls out of his parking space, but says nothing as the radio silence encompasses the space between you.

“Why’d you do that?” your voice is small over the humming of the engine, but he hears you nonetheless. 

He shrugs once more, hands nervously flexing against the steering wheel.

“Wanted to get you out of there,” he simply states, “You were obviously bored.” 

“That’s it?” you question from the passenger seat, slightly leaning into the middle console as you push his buttons. 

Jean snorts at your implication and relaxes a bit—he thinks that the simple change of your mood from the party to the safety of his car is enough to make him walk on water. 

“Can’t a guy do you a favor without getting interrogated?”

“No,” you giggle matter-of-factly, “You should know that by now.”

Something about the way your laugh makes his ears burn red, or the fact that you’re leaning so close to him in such a confined space, makes Jean feel brave. 

He reaches his hand over to gently pat your thigh, before letting it rest there. He eyes you quickly, to see if this is okay, if he’s reading this right—and your blushing cheeks and toothy grin tells him that he is. 

“Trust me,” he quips, letting his fingers lightly drum a pattern on your skin, “I know.”

The windows are slightly rolled down as Jean mindlessly drives down barren suburban roads—the slight breeze feels nice, refreshing compared to the stifling air of the party. 

“So, where do you wanna go?” you turn your head to ask Jean for his game plan. 

But he’s already looking at you. 

With stars in his eyes and a soft smile adorning his face, he looks like a dream as he realizes exactly where it is that he wants to go. 

“Wherever you want,” he beams. 

It feels different, natural—like all of the puzzle pieces have finally connected and you can now sit back and admire the full picture. For once in your life, you don’t feel the need to explain yourself. 

For one in your life, you don’t have to tell him. He knows.

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[damn-stark]

Chapter 31 The last battle

Chapter 31 of Cherry

A/N: AND YET AGAIN another hiatus! This one will be shorter though so :)

Warning- Angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of death and violence

Episodes- 4x88 (special episode pt.1)

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x reader

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*A FEW YEARS AGO*

“Tell me then sweet Cherry girl,” their voice trails off as they turn around with a glass beaker in their hand. “What is it that you want to be when you get older?”

Wasn’t it obvious by the way you’re hooked to every story they have to say about their expeditions past the wall? Isn’t it obvious by your never ending pestering about wanting to go with them when they leave every single time, even after getting rejected time and time again? Isn't it obvious after losing part of your family to Titans?

“I want to be a Scout,” you respond and help them by sparking some fire in the burner. “Like you, like Levi, Erwin and all the others.” You smile brightly at the thought of wearing a cape like them, at the thought of being as brave as they are and not having to fear a thing any more.

Hange turns and their eyes are wide and their lips are formed into a frown. Your own smile begins to fade at the sight and you begin to grow concerned—then again they are always like this.

“No,” they interject and walk over to the table to set the beaker over the fire. “No. You don’t want to be a Scout, I mean I could never discourage you from chasing your dreams, but,” they sigh and then walk around the table to stop inches before you. They take your hands in theirs and crouches to be at your level. “I have to tell you a big secret, okay?”

Your smile flickers back to life and you probe immediately. “What is it?”

Hange clasps their hands around yours and their lips form to a faint but happy smile. “One day,” they continue. “In your lifetime we will change the world. As much as it pains me the Titans will be gone, we will do it, I know it. And then you, my little Cherry, will have all the opportunities in the world, so tell me what do you want to be in that vast world?”

Your smile slowly widens and without hesitation you give them your honest answer. “Kind.”

Hange grins brightly and grabs your shoulders. “And kind you shall be,” they assure you. “Ah!” They laugh. “I love that answer.” They pull away to get up, and walk past you repeating your answer. “Kind. Ha, I love it.”

——

*NOW*

Regret knowing Hange was something you’d never do. Regret not seeing them fight and die was something you also wouldn’t do, no. In the comfort of the grieving silence that’s set over the flying boat, as you fly through white clouds that fill the blue sky, you’ve forced yourself to be content over the last sight of them. It helps keep their memory intact and not polluted by tragedy.

However, it’s in that grief that you’ve been unable to speak or move from your seat. You ache to comfort Mikasa who struggles with so much already, you want to comfort Levi since he’s also known Hange the longest, but you physically can’t move a muscle. You’re stuck in your seat replaying that last glimpse of Hange in your mind over and over again.

“Now, then,” Armin now directs at the group.

You slowly lift your gaze to watch him.

“Let’s hammer out our plan,” he says and grabs a piece of chalk to begin drawing Eren’s new form on the floor. “Pieck, Captain Levi, is this roughly the shape of the Founding Titan?” He asks as he finishes drawing a portrait of a long Titan shaped like a bone made insect.

“Yes,” Pieck agrees. “Though I didn’t get a great look at it.”

“Basically? It’s a humongous bundle of bones that moves like an insect,” Levi interjects, and you scrunch your nose in disgust.

“If it’s like a normal Titan,” Pieck cuts in again. “Eren would be in the neck near the head.”

You lift your head and break your silence. “Given the War Hammer’s abilities, that’s not guaranteed.”

“In other words,” Armin bounces off your comment. “We don’t know which part Eren is in.”

“Even if we don’t know where he is, we can blast the whole thing away,” you continue to add, and catch a glimpse of Mikasa’s baffled look at your suggestion.

Yet she doesn’t know that’s what he wants. You can’t tell her anything either….so you’re going to have to live with seeing the hurt and baffled looks.

“The same way you annihilated Liberio’s port with the Colossal Titan,” Pieck adds, making you awkwardly look over at Armin.

“That certainly would be the most effective method,” Armin agrees, making Mikasa gasp with even more surprise. Not like he cared like you, he doesn’t look at her, he just keeps going. “But we’ll leave that for after we’ve exhausted our chance to talk.” Armin lifts his head to look at Pieck and you. “If there’s still no other way to stop Eren, that’s our last resort.” He says and then glances at the others.

Mikasa nods in agreement to a plan that you now have to say is hopeless. But you can't be the one to burst their bubble.

“It’s great to have a last resort and all,” Levi adds. “But isn’t Eren controlling the Founder through Zeke? Won’t the rumbling stop if we kill Zeke first?”

That’s right Zeke! Albeit you didn’t see him in paths with Eren.

“True. That might work!” Armin agrees.

“There’s no definite proof, but Hange thought it would.”

“But we don’t know Zeke’s location either,” you point out.

“We’ll just have to find the shithead, the Beast, in those bones,” Levi grumbles.

Silence returns after that, no one protests or suggests some alternative since everyone agrees. However, that silence doesn’t linger too long since Levi is the one that breaks it. “I’ll take Zeke out.”

You snap your head to the side and slowly begin to narrow your gaze in defiance, even if you knew that this was a fight and there are going to be risks.

“Help me do it,” Levi finishes saying.

Without hesitation you’re the first one to of course volunteer. “Of course we will.”

Levi turns his head and meets your gaze with a soft look. You offer him a warm smile but have to then look over at Jean as he interjects.

“Of course. We killed many friends and comrades to get this thing in the sky. We can’t allow that slaughter to have been for nothing. Everything is to stop the rumbling. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You smirk softly and nod in agreement. Before you can say anything though, Reiner butts in. “Jean—”

“I shot Samuel and Daz,” Connie cuts Reiner off. “And sliced up other people I knew. I got called a traitor as I did so, all while telling myself it was to save the world.” Connie then suddenly raises his head to face Reiner. “Tell me, Reiner. It was agonizing for you, Bertholdt, and Annie too, wasn’t it?”

You look away to look at your hands as you begin to fiddle with them.

“I can’t even make up for the sins I committed anymore,” Reiner says. “Even if we save what remains of humanity, I doubt I’ll ever forgive myself.”

You swallow thickly as you agree with his words.

“So,” Reiner continues. “Well, let’s at least save what remains of humanity.”

“You’re right, Reiner,” Connie agrees with the man. “Even if we can’t make up for it, we still gotta do what we can.”

“That’s right,” you hear Jean say, and quickly look up—“we’re the same, Reiner.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, even if you shouldn’t be considering he’s not that same immature guy from years ago. It’s just surprising hearing Jean agree with Reiner in general that’s all.

“I never had any right to judge you,” Jean continues. “I became a murderer to save others.”

You glance at Reiner as you think about Jean's words, but you can’t come to that same conclusion. Not yet.

“You know,” Reiner says. “On the night of the raid on Liberio, Eren said the same thing to me. I feel like I understand some of what’s going on in Eren’s head. Could it be that Eren wants us to stop him?”

You quickly look down at your hands again as he mumbles the truth.

“What do you mean?” Mikasa probes.

“I mean,” Reiner continues. “It’s just a thought that occurred to me.”

“Somethings been bothering me this whole time,” Armin interjects. “Eren had the power to affect all Titans and Eldians. And yet our ability to use our Titan powers remains unchanged.”

“You mean Eren is purposely giving us free rein?” Pieck asks as she’s baffled.

“Exactly,” you agree as you keep averting your gaze. “He’s letting you all act freely. To test how we all respond to what he’s doing.”

“Why?” Mikasa asks once again. “We might succeed in stopping the rumbling.”

“It has to be agonizing for him, too,” Reiner mutters. “Committing mass murder…that’s not a burden you can just bear. If it was me, I’d be desperate to leave the Founders power with someone else. And it that wasn’t possible, I'd want it to end….for someone to end it.”

You look over at Mikasa to read her reaction.

“What?” She asks with a disbelief that’s painted all over her features, with pain as she understood but doesn’t want to accept that Eren has to die.

You should comfort her, say anything and help her.

However, before you can try moving, suddenly from one second to another you’re transported back to the starry and majestic place that Eren calls paths. Again. At least this time you’re not alone.

“Again?!” Jean complains as they all look around in shock.

“This is…”

“Paths,” you finish for Connie.

Jean and Mikasa glance at you, but neither of them comment, instead Levi interjects. “What, was he listening in?”

“Eren!” You hear Armin exclaim. “Please hear me out!”

Right, why is he not here? He greeted you when he pulled you in alone before.

“This is already enough!” Armin continues, “I’m sure that no one will be able to attack the island for hundreds of years! The terror and destruction have been just that extreme! If you stop now, we can end all this by agreeing to a non-aggression treaty! You don’t have to kill any more people!”

You look up the star covered sky as if you’d spot Eren amongst them, you strain your ear in hopes you’d hear some kind of response even if you know what he wants.

“I’m sorry, Eren!” Armin shouts, pulling your gaze back to him. “We were the ones who drove you this far!”

“Eren…Eren!” Jean surprises you by saying. “We’ll figure out the rest! You don’t have to keep committing genocide for our sake!”

“That’s right,” Connie cuts in now too with tears coming out of his eyes. “Eren! I hated you after what happened to Sasha, but in truth, you were hurting too, weren’t you?! And yet, I didn’t even try to see things from your perspective at all!”

They’re desperate to hear from him, to know why you’re all here; you are curious as to why you’re here again, but you aren’t desperate to try and talk, you already know what he wants. And sure he might’ve not told you anything on the matter of this rumbling, but given what he did say to you, he’s only stopping by force. So talking is pointless.

Yet you let them try because you did promise.

“Eren,” Mikasa now interjects. “I…I want to shoulder your sins with you. The sins you committed…we’re guilty of them, too. So please, don’t push us away anymore. Please, Eren, come back to us!”

You drop your eyes to the sand and sigh under your breath so they won’t hear.

“You heard ‘em, Eren,” you catch Levi cut in. “Do it now, and I’ll let you off with just a swift kick in the ass. Well? Ain’t it about time you said something?”

Silence passes again, only providing more confusion.

That is until you get startled by Armin shouting all of sudden. “Eren!”

You snap your eyes up to look at him with a narrowed glare, but then you hear exactly who he had called out, Eren.

“The rumbling will not stop. Nor will I leave Paradis Island’s future to chance. I will keep moving forward.”

Just as you thought….

You blink and look back at the sand with a disappointed look.

“There,” Levi points out.

You lift your gaze and follow what he points out and only see a single silhouette. Once the others see it too, Mikasa is the first one to break into a sprint towards that silhouette, letting you know who it is; it’s Eren. Without a second to spare Armin, Jean and Connie follow, you however stay behind with Levi, Reiner and Pieck.

You hear your friends pant as they run as fast as they can on the sand, you can hear their desperation to reach Eren, you praise them for trying, but your hope that something can be done has vanished.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” Levi asks as you watch the others run.

You blink and mutter, “I’m trying to save my energy.” You don’t need to say anything else, nor does he press on the matter.

“In order to obtain freedom, I will take freedom from the world.” Eren's voice cuts in again, it echoes from every perimeter of this place. “But I will not take anything from any of you.”

Well isn’t that nice to hear?

Sacrifice the world to save you all? What would Erwin say? What would the other scouts say?

They’d hate it….

At least that’s what you need to keep telling yourself now so you can get in that mindset you need to…kill Eren if need be.

“You all have freedom,” Eren says. And now all of sudden Mikasa, Jean and Connie return back to where they had left without even reaching that white tree. Albeit now instead of one silhouette there’s two.

“You are free to protect the world's freedom. And I am free to keep moving forward. As long as we each hold unbending convictions, a clash is inevitable. There is but one thing for us to do. Fight.”

Is that why he brought everyone here? To say that and make everyone all emotional? Why couldn’t he just say it in your heads instead?

“But,” Armin interjects quietly. “Then why…why did you call us here?”

“To discuss the fact that there’s no need to have a discussion. If you wish to stop me, make me draw my last breath. You have freedom.”

And with those final words a bright white light flashes causing you to shield your eyes. However, just as you think you’re going to be shoved back to reality, when you open your eyes and pull your hand down, you’re actually still in paths all alone. Now however, there Eren stands in front of you, just you and no one else.

“Keep your promise,” he says to you with gleaming green eyes before you’re then put back to reality with everyone else.

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*LATER*

“Y/N?”

You snap your gaze off your Thunder spear and look to your side and catch Mikasa with her gaze on you. “Huh?” You press with confusion.

Mikasa sighs. “I asked why didn’t you try to go after Eren like the rest of us? You didn’t try and speak to him either.”

This can be the moment, you can break your promise and tell her what he told you. Who knows, maybe if she knows she’ll actually try and do the right thing at the end of the day….

Or she’ll be motivated to try and talk to him now more than ever knowing that deep within, under that Founder Titan still is the Eren she knew and loves.

That’s probably it, so you can’t risk her not having her head in the battle.

“Why should I?” You argue as you secure the Thunder spear on your arm. “It would be pointless if I wasted my energy,” you lie to her for her own good. “If he had wanted to stop he would’ve already, but he doesn’t and didn’t so why try and talk to someone who doesn’t want to hear.”

Mikasa’s eyebrows slowly furrow and her gaze changes between anger and disbelief over what’s coming out of your mouth. “So what?” She retorts. “You gave up hope? That’s unlike you even if Eren is doing what he’s doing.”

You lift your gaze to meet hers and let out a deep sigh and nod stiffly. “I guess I did,” you admit the whole truth now. And that hurts Mikasa more than what you said earlier, she had known you weren’t the same the moment she saw you come back, but she had been lying to herself to try and hold onto something familiar after she had already lost Eren. But she knows now that she lost you too.

Alas she still held onto hope you were in there.

“Don’t,” you contradict her as you see her searching. “That girl you’re looking for is gone, she died in Marley. That’s why I need to know Mikasa,” you swallow thickly and get closer to help her secure her Thunder spear on her arm. “That when it comes to that last moment, that last stroke of that blade, or that one explosion, that you can do it. We need you. I need you. Tell me—” you correct yourself quickly. “No promise me you won’t stop anyone. Swear to me.”

Mikasa’s gray eyes hold yours, now there’s no sign of hope lingering within her about you still being that one hopeful girl, she saw you now, she sees you. She knows what you ask of her, she knows what there is to do about this war, about Eren, but now that you ask her face to face she hesitates to answer you.

“Mikasa,” you call. “Swear to me.”

Said girl draws in a deep breath and swallows back thickly. “I swear,” she breathes out. “I swear I won’t stop you or anyone else,” she assures you.

You draw out a deep breath and nod in comprehension. “Okay,” you whisper. “Good.” You pat her shoulder and then fist your hand to tap the left side of her chest. “Dedicate your heart Mikasa.” You step back and offer her one last smile before you turn around and face the plane door with a watery gaze.

It’s too hard to talk to anyone else, to say goodbye in case this was your last moment with any of them. You wouldn't be able to leave now saying those words, so instead you don’t talk to anyone else. As the plane shakes violently as you fly closer to Eren, now you wait in silence, and with that same fisted hand you tap your own chest. “I dedicate my heart.” To everyone you lost, Furlan, Isabel, Erwin, Miche, Moblet, Hange, every single Scout that you were friends with, old or young, every single one that you knew, you give your heart for them.

“I see him!” Onyankopon exclaims. “Get ready to jump.”

You bend your legs a little to fix your stance and wait.

“Onyankopon, you get over here too!” Jean shouts at the man driving the plane.

“Not yet!” He counters. “I’ll keep going till we’re over the Founder! Afterwards, I’ll make an emergency landing!”

You glance over to him and want to argue back, but you stop yourself and respect his choice.

“So make sure you land on the Founding Titan! Got that?” Onyankopon says.

You get ready to assure him, but then in a split second you get hit with a bad feeling that makes your stomach drop and has you on high alert as you sense danger approaching the plane.

“Onyankopon!” Mikasa warns as she feels the same danger.

Without question the man swerves the plane to avoid being hit by something you don’t catch. Albeit something still smacks a part of the plane and makes you all lose balance. Luckily, before you can hit the wall, Reiner catches you by wrapping his arms around you.

It hurts to say, but you do it. “Thanks,” you mumble and pull away right away to return to your spot.

“The bastards down there,” you catch Levi grumble. “That damned beast.”

You didn’t see Beast, but you do trust Levi, and now realize who had thrown those objects at the plane.

“That saves the trouble of finding him,” you point out.

“Target the Beast Titan,” Armin commands. “Put all your power into taking him out! Let’s stop the rumbling!”

Oyankopon swerves more flying objects and then finally gets close enough to Eren to let Armin throw the door open.

“Scouts dedicate your hearts!” You shout over the rushing wind that flies through the open door.

“Dedicate your heart!” Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Connie and even Reiner shout back.

And now, with that battle cry spoken, with adrenaline now pumping in your blood you don’t hesitate to follow Armin, and jump off the plane to commence this last battle.

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A/N- I'm saving the battle for the next chapter :)

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