Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Scout Reader Characters: Eren Jaeger, Hange Zoë Rating: NSFW Content: Voyeurism, overpowering/manhandling, choking, knife play, edging, creampie, crying, he do be kinda rough doe O_O
Okay so y’all know how much I simp for Levi but Eren be hitting kinda different lately. Also while finishing writing this I was drunk again so like sorry if it makes no sense
This is set in the Season 4 time where Eren is 19. Also don’t worry! There are no spoilers for the final season in here :) but there may be some spoilers for the other 3 seasons so please be cautious if you haven’t caught up! Also this one is also lowkey a bit dark, Eren’s a manipulative little shit who also slightly cuts you with a blade, but he knows your limits and will stop if you want!
For context: Eren has been locked up in a cell and you’ve requested to speak with him
You never liked the lower level of the building. It’s always been so dark and cold, somewhere you never thought you’d willingly go to. “If I may, why is it you wanna see Eren again?” Hange asks, spinning a key around on their slim fingers. Your keep your eyes to the ground, watching as you take those last few steps down the poorly built, stone staircase. “Figured I should check up on him. It’s been a while and I really haven’t had much time alone with him since…” Your mind takes you back to the days that felt just that little more simpler. When it was just standing on the wall and watching for titans that may try and breach, the thought of traitors far from anyone’s mind. “Well… it’s been a few years I can tell you that.” You chuckle to yourself. Hange flashes you a sympathetic smile as you reach the wooden door that connects to the room of cells. “I can’t really say for certain but who knows, maybe he’ll be happy there’s someone to come see him.” They push open the door. Your feet carry you to the very last cell, the one you knew Eren would be held in. Now only being the time where you look up. Your eyes catch against his strident green, intense, cold enough to make you step back.
“Eren.” You exhale, glancing down at his figure. Since you saw him last he’s grown exponentially. His body seems slimmer and his hair now long and tied back into a half-bun. You curse yourself for looking just that little bit longer at his exposed upper-half. Hange stands by your side, giving him a slight warning through their eyes to behave. You peep at the key still held between their fingers. “Hange–?” You bite your thumb nail, wondering whether or not you should ask. “Could I please step inside?” Hange seems taken aback, mumbling something about dangerous prisoners. Yet, they hesitantly agree. Eren’s eyes have never left your face almost as if he were studying it, trying to memorise every little feature. You smile warmly at Hange, thanking them for being so lenient. With one click of the lock, the metal door swings open. Creaking in its old age. You take a deep breath before stepping inside.
“I’ll let you speak privately, if you need me please call out, Y/N.” Hange announces before taking their leave. Here you stand, face-to-face with Eren Jeager. You look around the cell, fairly bigger than what you expected. A rotted looking sink stands against the wall to your left with a sorry excuse for a bed on the right. “What do you want.” His voice made it out as a question but his face was that of one who didn’t care for an answer. You walk past him and sit against the far wall. “Is it so awful to want to see a friend?” You ask as you watch him slowly make his way over to you. “Is that what we are?” He crouches down in front of you, balancing on the tips of his feet. “Friends?” There was something sinister about his words, one that you had never heard before. Sure, there was angry Eren but this was something new entirely. “Call it what you may, I wanted to come see you.” You say, raising an eyebrow. Eren laughs coldly. “How noble of you.” He tilts his head, the loose hairs around his face falling to the side. “I see you’re still as stubborn as ever.” You spit back, slightly surprised at yourself for becoming so defensive. Eren stands to his feet. “I never asked you to come here.” He states, venom dripping from his words. “Oh so you like being alone here with no one to talk to. My mistake.” You huff, annoyed that he won’t even make the effort to hold a conversation. “Yeah. Your mistake.” His words make you scoff yet he pays no mind to you. He just simply stares into the mirror above the sink. “You know what–” You throw your hands on your hips. “Fuck you, Eren. You may be a founding fucking titan or whatever but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with your shit.” You huff angrily before stomping over to the cell door. “Han–” Your call for Hange is swiftly cut off by Eren’s hand over your mouth.
Eren stands with his back pressed to yours, his free hand just barely grazing over your hip. “Nice to see you still have that fire to you.” He whispers in your ear. The hairs on your arms stand on end. You throw your head to the side, removing your mouth from his hand. “Get the fuck off of me, asshole. You had your shot to play nice.” Eren chuckles to himself. “You really think I’m trying to play nice?” A chill runs down your spine. “Tell me… you still keep a knife strapped to your thigh?” You feel the cool metal of a blade tip perched beneath your chin, unable to comprehend when he even grabbed it. “Extra protection. Seems I let my guard down.” You exhale, working double-time to think of ways you can get out safely. Eren grazes his fingertips over the wraps of leather on your thigh. “Seems so.” He presses the knife deeper against your skin, still not hard enough to break through. Your head tilts back onto his shoulder, avoiding being cut. “Alright alright what is it you want Eren.” You scoff, wondering whether or not he was wanting something out of you. “Oh…?” He pauses as his hand trails further up to your hip. “What happened to ‘fuck you’?” He asks, mocking your angry tone. “Unless you meant that as a request.” Eren’s lips graze over your exposed neck. His hot breath makes you shiver. “Get the hell off of me.” You command through clenched teeth. Eren seems unfazed, keeping you pressed against his muscular body. “Why did you really come here?” He asks, now connecting his lips to the sweet spot on your neck. “I already t-told you.” You words shake at his contrasting actions. The soft kisses but knife still pressed to your chin. “Eren this isn’t funny.” You whine, dropping your defensive state.
“Never said it was.” His free hand reaches up to your chest making no hesitation to grope at you. Eren slips his knee between your legs, keeping you held up against the cell bars. You resist the urge to rock your hips against him, not wanting to give in to his sadistic nature. “What’s wrong? You were so quick to cuss me out before and not your lips are sealed shut.” You know that if you were to open your mouth you’d slip out a sound you don’t dare for him to hear. “Sh-shut up.” He presses the knife harder against your skin, causing you to wince. You feel the tip of blade pierce into your flesh. A shiver runs down your back with a sensation completely foreign to your body. Sure, you’ve been hurt in battle, but this is something different entirely. Eren takes notice of the small stream of blood trickling down your neck. With your eyes still intensely watching him, he licks the blade clean before grazing it up your thigh. With no stress on your neck, you let your head hang back down. “Oh no you fucking don’t.” Eren hisses before choking you with his free hand. You throw your head back onto his shoulder, gasping for air. The trail of blood from your neck soaks into your shirt collar, staining it a bright red.
The blade slowly travels from your thigh to your crotch. You shudder at the sensation through your pants, almost aching for stimulation. Your hips rock forward against it. Eren snickers at your desperation. “So that’s what you want huh?” He tears the seam of your pants with the knife, leaving you completely exposed. The cool metal taps gently against your clit. You gasp for air due to both disbelief and his hand still wrapped around your neck. With his saliva still coated against the sharpened tip, he rubs the blade against you, almost as if he were using it to replace fingers. A groan echoes from the back of your throat, your eyes water at the pleasure. “P-please Eren–” You whisper breathily, gripping his working wrist with both hands. “Don’t- don’t stop.” You scream at yourself internally for giving in to your masochistic side, but it just feels too good. “How cute. Gonna come against your own blade?” He teases, rubbing it faster against you. Your back arches off of him with your head still resting on his shoulder. “Eren–!” You gasp, vastly approaching an orgasm that you hadn’t expected to have. One of your hands abandons his wrist to grip the back of his neck, digging your nails into his skin. Eren laughs lowly. His chest rumbles against your back. “Keep saying my name like that.” He whispers into your ear. “E-echoes down here, don’t w-want Hange to hear.” You whine, already feeling your muscles slight spasms through your build-up. He inhales deeply. “Alright then.” Just as you veer over the edge, Eren takes away the blade. Denying you of your orgasm.
You eyes dart up to his, desperation made painfully clear as you look at his with furrowed brows. “Eren what the fu–” “You’re the one who said you didn’t want them to hear.” He smirks. You catch your tongue between your teeth, frustrated at his deliberate obedience. “I just… I meant…” “Meant what?” He asks, returning his lips to your neck. Your cheeks flush to a bright red, embarrassed that you let yourself fall to his mercy so easily. “Aww what’s wrong?” Eren cooes, tilting your head up and forcing you to look back into his eyes. Your lips just barely grazing his. “You wanna come that badly?” You whimper, letting your hips urge forward towards his wrist that still hung right by your thigh. Even though you say no words, he understands completely. The blade swiftly returns back to your clit, the icy feel once again taking you by surprise. You knees start to give out but Eren is quick to hook one over his arm, spreading yourself further out on display. Your eyes dart down to his actions. It all appears so sadistically enchanting. With Eren whispering viciously degrading words in your ear, it takes even less time to return back to the build-up you had craved. Your moans turn to whines of approval as you grow all the more closer. So close. You just need that little bit more. Eren chuckles deeply removing the blade. A sound that could only come close to a growl escapes from your mouth. “Patience.” He smiles maliciously. The blade returns, your body jolts at the sudden stimulation from your edging. You seem to pick up right from where you were, just at the edge.
Eren repeats edging you over and over again. You fight back the tears of desperation welling in your eyes. It feels as if a singular touch could send you to your climax. Eren raises the blade and brings it down onto your clit, smacking you with the side of the knife. Just as suspected, you fall to the ground. Your muscles spasming through your orgasm that feels twice as intense as usual. Eren looks down at you with a shit-eating grin. “Like being smacked that much?” He teases. With your body still trembling, you look up into his eyes. “F-fuck you.” Your whiney and breathy tone seems to make him laugh. “Maybe if you ask nicely.” He titters, squatting back down to your level. His natural musk fills your nose sending your eyes rolling back as you flutter your eyelashes. Erens thumb rests on your chin. “Seems it won’t take too much convincing.” You slap his hand away and stand to your feet as best as possibly with shaking legs. His slick smile sets ablaze a fiery anger to your chest. “What’re you smirking at?” You huff, gripping the bars of the cell door for balance. With his eyes still fixated on yours, he licks the blade clean once more. You feel that familiar electricity of arousal stir in your core as he slowly steps towards you, caging you in by gripping the bars by your head. Eren dips his head down, lips brushing over your own. His slight breaths fan against your top lip. It’s too much to handle. There’s something animalistic within you that needs him to take you right there. You slightly scold yourself all the while unable to think about anything else. His harsh green eyes pierce right into your soul before he takes a breath. One of his hands hooking his thumb in the hem of his pants. “Beg or I won’t do it.” You trail your hand up his bare chest and rub yourself against his hardened crotch. “Please, Eren…” You whimper, tugging his pants down for him. ~~~~~ Eren slips between your legs, the tip of his cock hovering by your entrance. You whimper in anticipation. He pushes himself inside, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. You gasp at the sudden sensation. His cock stretching you out more than you’ve ever felt before. Your legs almost give out but he hooks his arms under your knees and holds you in the air, forcing you to bounce on him. You utterly fail to keep yourself from moaning. Your mind going completely blank from anything that isn’t how badly you want him. You hands snake to the back of his neck, desperate to hold on to something. “I’ve barely even fucked you and you’re already this needy?” He scoffs, making you to bounce faster as he thrusts up. The overwhelming pressure in your hips forces you to whine, his size was one you hadn’t anticipated in the slightest. As Eren whispers dirty praises in your ear, you tighten around him. “Come on, pretty girl. I wanna watch you fall apart.” He hums before biting down on your neck and carrying you over towards the sink where he watches you through the mirror. You don’t know if it’s his thrusts or the sight of yourself falling completely slave to his cock, but the intensity grows. You cry out his name and beg for release, an action you never thought you’d be doing. Especially not with him. Eren’s eyes remain trained on your flushed face, your tongue slightly sticking out from your mouth. “Good girl. You’re gonna come when I tell you, okay?” He whispers, sending chills down your spine. Quiet whimpers are all you can muster for a response, yet, he seems to understand. With his speed doubling over, the burning sensation in your stomach grows to hot, white blazes. Through watery eyes, you see Eren smirking with his lips just barely grazing your neck where he sunk his teeth into. With one sudden snap of his hips, you cry out. Begging him for the release that you craved. Eren sneers at your noises of pure pleasure that can’t help but escape past your parted lips. Even as you reach that climb, just barely holding back from reaching your climax, you obey his orders. Not letting yourself get the release that’s clouded your mind with lust. “Okay okay I’ll stop teasing,” He laughs, running his tongue over the bite marks on your neck. “Come for me.” Three simple words is all it takes for you to come completely undone. Your legs and hips tremble in his strong arms that still keep you held out on display. You feel his chest heaving against your back.
Following suit of your orgasm, he lets you back down. With no further warning, you’re bent over in front of him. “W-wait! Slow down!” You cry out as he suddenly thrusts himself further into your insides than you thought possible. You can already feel the aching in your hips from his vicious movements. Eren grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back for you to look at him. “Slow down? That won’t do.” With a slick smile he snaps his hips harder into you, reaching further than before. You let out a scream of pain, not caring at this point if anyone hears. You insides feel as though they’re tearing. You wince and groan, unable to form any sort of sentence. Eren growls and tightens his grip on your wrists that fit in just one of his hands. “Aww I bet it hurts real bad huh?” He teases, landing a slap on your ass. You can already feel the handprint turning bright red. Tears stream from your eyes as you choke for air. “Please Eren!” Your voice breaks as you beg for him to ease up. Your body becoming completely overstimulated. He simply ignores your cries and continues brutally thrusting inside you. The hand gripping your hips already leaving deep blue bruises. You unconsciously tighten around him, forcing a sharp inhale from his lips. “Don’t fucking do that.” He groans. His voice makes it seem like a threat but you know too well that he wants more.
You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening once more. Your face flushes to a bright red along with your chest. Eren takes notice and smirks down at you. “Gonna come for a third time?” He asks cockily. You babble incoherently, still not able to speak as he rams himself harder inside you. You know that he’s also close, you can tell from his moans. They’re deeper and breathier than before, almost as if he were whining. “You’re gonna be a good girl and take it all.” He commands, pulling your hair back once more. You nod and squeeze your eyes shut, chasing your own orgasm as he does the same. You assist him by tightening again, this time on purpose. Eren throws his head back, moaning out you name. “Fuck- like that–” He praises, snapping his hips just that little bit faster to reach his climax. Just as you begin yours, he does the same. You barely notice his cum filling you up as you begin to tremble for the third time. You fall to the ground, removing yourself from his cock. His last spurts of cum land on your back. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of the cell floor. Eren laughs during his heavy panting. “Didn’t think there’d be that much.” He says eyeing off the dirtied floor. You half-laugh back and wipe your eyes from the tears that were trapped in the corners. “Fuck you, man.” You huff, looking back at his face that hasn’t seemed to change from a smug smile. Eren kneels down and plants a kiss on your neck. “Visit me again sometime when you feel empty.” He winks. Eren stands to his feet and heads back over to the worn-out sink. “Oh and by the way, have fun explaining your screams to Hange.” He snickers, glancing at you from over his shoulder. ___________________________________________________________ The knife part have me hella killing stalking vibes omfg jknbhvgcfxd strummingmypainnnnnnnnnn Also just to clear up- in this post, I used they/them for Hange because I don’t want to misgender as the creator of AOT himself hasn’t confirmed their gender stating that “Hange’s gender identity is not important to the story he’s telling, and so he wanted to give readers the freedom to come up with their own interpretations.” So yeah just wanted to clear that up, I will typically always refer to Hange as they/them :) I FUCKING FINALLY GOT THIS DONE istg if this doesn’t get some hype I’ll be saltier than Tsukishima in the ocean
The Case of the Sacked Squad Leader - File No. 04 Hange’s Side (1/3)
When Hange got up in the middle of their room, it looked nothing like it usually did.
“Wuh?! What’s going on here?!”
…It was definitely the room they always used for research. But its floor, tables, and bookshelves had been changed entirely.
“I can’t believe this… The whole place has been sacked.”
The books were scattered, the lab equipment on top of the desk had met a horrible end, and fragments of wood and ropes had been scattered along the floor, leaving no place to so much as walk.
Hmm, this is bad. I don’t remember a thing.
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Just as Hange was feeling lost, they heard a knock at the door accompanied by a frantic voice.
“Squad Leader, Squad Leader…Hange!”
“Hm? Moblit!”
A moment later, Hange’s aide broke through the door and entered the room holding a hatchet that must have come from a storehouse.
Hange noticed the broken lock on the door and realized that he must have broken the latch in order to come inside. Despite his imposing appearance, Hange’s aide let his shoulders down as he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Could you please answer if you’re awake…?”
“What do you mean?”
“The door was locked and you weren’t replying at all. I had no choice but to destroy the door…but what happened here?”
Moblit had been so preoccupied with confirming the safety of his superior officer that he only now showed surprise once more, having seen the terrible state of the room.
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“…Your books and lab equipment. What happened to everything?”
“What should I do? I wonder if I did this?”
“You don’t remember?!”
“Not at all,” Hange said as they scratched their tousled head.
They remembered declaring that they would be holing up in the room for an experiment. That must have been what they were doing, given the prototypes scattered around. While there were some half-scribbled notes, they ended with a notice that the experiment was about to begin.
“Let’s start from the beginning and sort everything out. I was passed out here for a while, right?”
“Yes. It seems like you told Nifa that you’d be in here for a while. It was quiet whenever we passed by, for quite some time.”
He said everyone had left Hange alone for a while because it was assumed they were taking a nap.
“But then we received some paperwork that needed immediate confirmation and needed to wake you up.”
That was when Moblit did everything to wake Hange up, making loud noises and beating on the door.
“I was afraid that your heart had finally exploded from all of the excitement…”
“Hah, you worry too much. I don’t even have a scratch on me… Or probably not.”
Hange finished the work given to them by their subordinates a few minutes later, then went to Erwin to explain the situation.
“And that’s what happened, Erwin, but I don’t remember doing it at all. So please, just don’t make me write an apology…”
“At the moment, I’m afraid that’s exactly what you’re going to have to do,” the Commander of the Survey Corps said after hearing Hange out, shaking his head without emotion.
“It was a room locked from the inside, with no way in or out, right? In that case, the only one who could have destroyed that room was you, Hange.”
Though it was a daily occurrence for things to break in the course of Hange’s duties, given their enthusiasm for Titan research, they were also living in a resource-starved world. The Corps’s equipment was under close management, and anything that was broken had to be procured again and taken out of the budget.
Hange knew this well enough. But there was a reason they thought this wasn’t their fault.
“Think about it. My Squad was working on new types of weapons. Even our valuable prototypes were in pieces. Do you really think that’s something I would do?”
Erwin remained calm. The order he gave was not to pin down a criminal but to find the truth.
“…Alright, then.”
Hange decided to start by going to a subordinate who might know what was going on.
Just as Erwin Smith got out of his one-man carriage after his meeting with his supporters, rain began to fall from the grey skies. The Survey Corps barracks were right ahead of him, but the rain grew intense in no time at all. He instinctively hid under the closest roof.
“…That was a failure.”
The Commander’s bolo tie swung as he wiped the water off of his drenched chest. When he did this, a vision of the past crossed the back of his mind, mixed with the sound of the rain.
“Commander… Please, Commander, help me…”
A self-deprecating smirk came to the edge of Erwin’s mouth as he looked at the large drops of water rolling off the roof and splashing against the ground.
So even getting drenched all alone like this is what I deserve…
*******
Rain is not a great thing.
Plans go haywire when it rains during an expedition. While some Titans don’t move as efficiently, perhaps because there’s less sunlight, others are fine, making it difficult to predict what might happen. In the past, Erwin had put his emotions aside and sacrificed Corpsmen in order to get past such Titans.
…I wonder how many men and women I’ve fed to them.
The wind, chilled with rain, shook his blond hair.
It was all to accomplish our goals… That’s how I’ve rationalized it.
******
“Commander… I believe in you… Commander…”
Erwin couldn’t stop hearing the voice. Could it have been because of the strong rain? The voice belonged to a nondescript soldier who had died in front of his eyes on a day like this one.
You…believe in me?
…But the soldier wasn’t unknown to Erwin. He knew the soldier’s name, his story, everything.
Erwin truly believed in every single member of the Corps. He even thought of them as family. And yet…
I don’t think…that I deserve their heartfelt trust. Because it’s their trust in me that I’ve used to make them throw away their lives…
This line of thought meant that Erwin would always be isolated and alone for as long as he led the Survey Corps. He pushed these feelings of desolation back into his heart and shiok his head.
But that’s just…another part of my fate.
******
“Heeey, Erwin!”
The wild shout brought Erwin back to his senses.
“So that’s where you were!”
When he faced the voice, he noticed a number of familiar shapes running toward him through the weakening rain.
“We were looking for you!”
“We thought this rain might’ve held you up…”
Hange waved at him so hard it seemed they might shake off their rain gear. Next to Hange was Levi, clicking his tongue.
“It’s time for the officers’ meeting,” Mike said briefly with a snort. Erwin voiced his surprise as he looked at the three.
“You came out here just to look for me? You could’ve left it to your troops…”
“I knew you’d probably be acting all sentimental since it’s this damp out. You wanted me to let some drop-outs see your pathetic face looking like that?”
“What he means is that we came here because we were worried about you, Erwin!”
Erwin was casually passed some rain gear, and he felt something as he took it–something pure and strong–true bonds.
“Sorry… That’s very helpful if you.”
He put on the rain gear and began heading to the barracks with the other three.
You really did…help me out.
The day may come, he thought, when he would have to throw away even these bonds. But they would surely trust Erwin in their final moments.
As the now-gentle rain dripped down on Erwin, he showed a genuine smile.
The longer a Survey Corps member manages to serve, the more paperwork they’re expected to do. Nanaba had to suppress a sigh when she looked at the stacks of paper in front of her.
Erwin and Mike are doing even more work than this. I need to get it together.
Nanaba was a veteran member of the Survey Corps, having served for over five years. Beyond the windowpanes of her office, cloudy from the temperature difference between the room and the rain-chilled world outside of it, Nanaba noticed a familiar shape staggering about and stood in shock.
“…Hange?!”
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“You decided to go on a walk to refresh yourself? Without any rain gear at all?”
“Well, my samples weren’t showing much of a reaction today… It’s too bad, they’re so cute.”
Hange wasn’t on a walk so much as Hange was reeling back and forth like a corpse that had just crawled out of the grave. Nanaba had caught Hange and was drying Hange off.
While Nanaba was not normally in the kind of position where she’d be looking out for Hange, the two veterans were on good terms with one another. A special kind of bond was born between soldiers just through the act of going beyond the Walls and making it back alive.
“…Honestly. You’re suppose to be a squad leader, right? You’re not going to be much of a model leader if you’re wandering around soaking wet in the rain.”
“Squad leader, huh… Yeah, I guess I am a squad leader.”
Hange got rid of the clothing being used to wipe their head, revealing hair that was even messier than usual. Hange’s head almost seemed to be drooping.
******
“Aren’t you being awfully emotional?”
“Yeah… Maybe a little.” Hange returned the wet cloth used to wipe down their body to Nanaba before walking to the window. “Making it up the ranks of the Survey Corps shows just how long you’ve survived, right?”
“Yes… That’s right,” Nanaba said, not understanding Hange’s point and furrowing her brow. Hange only turned their back to her and followed the drops of water flowing outside the window with their eyes.
“In other words, we have these positions thanks to the deaths of many of our fellow soldiers. When I act as a squad leader…sometimes I start to think about these kinds of things.”
“…That’s true.” The drops rolling down the window looked like tears coming from Hange’s eyes, though their face was hidden behind glasses. Seeing this, Nanaba stood up straight. “Of course it is. But…that’s exactly why there’s something we veterans need to do.”
“Huh?”
“For the sake of our fallen allies, too… Veterans need to properly lead the young soldiers. So that we can prevent any more meaningless deaths, at least,” Nanaba bravely said, smacking Hange on the back.
******
“Which is why, Hange, you shouldn’t do anything that makes you look pathetic. Even if we are inside the Walls. You’ll worry the soldiers in the Fourth Squad, and you’ll even worry the others a little bit.”
“…You’re right.”
Hange took off their glasses and wipe them with a sleeve. They put them on again and looked back toward Nanaba with the same curiosity-filled face as always.
“Maybe I was acting a little down. I’ll get straight back to research. Data on Titans in the rain is valuable, too!”
“Hey! You should at least put on some rain gear!”
Hange leaped out of the room and ran off to the far side of the hallway. Perhaps they weren’t listening to what Nanaba had to say.
So that’s where a veteran stands, huh. On top of the deaths of many others.
Nanaba closed the door and digested Hange’s words.
The same goes for me… I need to get it together, too. So that I can prove that their deaths and my survival weren’t all for nothing.
Nanaba nodded slightly as the endless rain beat down on the roof and window before getting back to work.
Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams (Goodnight. Sweet dreams, dear)
It was once said the dreams are a mirror of one’s heart. Perhaps dreams are a respite that allow one to forget their cruel and brutal day, or they might be an abyss even harsher than reality… What will tonight’s rest bring?
Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams series is published in the Attack on Titan: Short Stories booklet that was included in the Attack on Titan Season 3 Part 1 Manga Box Set[BUY HERE]
The Following Stories under the same series had also been published on the AU Smartpass Website[LINK ] but not included in the Booklet
Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams Vol. 09 Moblit Berner
Late one night, two soldiers could be heard quickly walking down the hall of the Survey Corps barracks.
“…How long did we end up watching after the sun went down?”
“Seven hours. The Titan stopped moving after four.”
“I see… Looks like we’ve got a real night owl on our hands.”
“If anyone’s a night owl, Squad Leader, it’s you.”
Hange, busy studying the biology of a captured Titan, stretched and asked the aide by their side a question. After using the recorded data to give a reply, he warned Hange about their actions.
“But how can you not be curious…? Whoops, I need to write an action plan for the squad before sleeping.”
“I already wrote it. Please sign it and go straight to bed.”
Hange took the documents that seemed to come out of nowhere as they showed their appreciation.
“Sorry to always do this to you, Moblit.”
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Agh… They really don’t think of themselves at all when they’re running experiments. How many times did they nearly get eaten today alone?
Now that he was in his room, Moblit drooped his shoulders, changed into his nightwear, and got into bed with a sigh. Complaints about his superior mixed together with his hazy thoughts.
The Squad Leader gets too engrossed in things, that’s what it is. Studying Titan biology is an important mission, but what good is it if it gets you eaten?
Moblit began to imagine the day’s experiments, where Hange got as close as possible to a restrained Titan and tried to communicate with it.
“Hey there! Do you understand me?”
“Squad Leader!”
…It felt like Hange was too close.
The Titan opened its large mouth and loomed close above Hange’s head.
“What are you doing?! You’re going to be…!”
As always, Moblit moved to stop whatever was about to happen by force…but for some reason, his body didn’t move.
Hange’s head then went straight into the Titan’s mouth–
“Ah… AAAAAGH!”
******
“AAAaaahh…! Ah?!”
Moblit was awakened by his own screams. When he got up, he saw he was in the same barracks room as always. He put his head into his hands and let out a tired sigh.
So it was just a dream… I always have this kind of dream when there’s a test subject.
While a common dream among Survey Corpsmen, seeing one’s superior being eaten was never a welcome one.
If we lost Squad Leader Hange…it would be a major blow to the Corps. …I need to make sure to never take my eye off of them.
A shiver went through Moblit’s Body as he renewed his determination as his Squad Leader’s aide.
“Wait… Could this actually be…a prophecy?!”
******
“Hey, aren’t you gonna get up? I’m right here! A tasty human!”
“What are you doing, Squad Leader?!”
Just as Moblit hurriedly arrived at the area where the Titan was confined, he saw exactly what he expected: Hange holding a candle and speaking to an unmoving Titan at an extremely close distance. Moblit’s scolding didn’t mean a thing to them.
“Well, I couldn’t get to sleep. I thought I might as well watch over it all night.”
“The test is scheduled for tomorrow night. That’s why you need to hurry up and get ready for bed today.”
“Is it?”
“Please don’t forget plans that you made yourself, Squad Leader.”
Moblit breathed a sigh of relief as he communicated this information matter-of-factly. At the very least, his superior hadn’t been eaten.
…There aren’t many Survey Corpsmen who have to worry about their superiors getting eaten by a Titan when they’re inside the Walls.
As he dragged Hange, still in nightwear, back to the barracks. Moblit looked into the sky and carried out his job.
This Idiot finally gave in and browse their copy of Shingeki no Kyojin: Short Stories 3 to confirm the AU Smartpass Stories published inside it!
Ps:Can’t read Japanese, so matched names to website listing via Japanese Characters Shape, so dun expect me to translate the story till Kodansha USA release it in English! (シ_ _)シ
The Case of the Sacked Squad Leader - File No. 06 Nifa’s Side (3/3)
Hange’s lab had been sacked despite it being a locked room with no way in or out. Hange, who was inside, had no memories of the incident, and everyone was trying to figure out the true story behind what had gone on.
Nifa, who worked under Hange, said she had carried tools for her superior officer’s experiments until moments before the room was locked.
“You can put Unit #1, the log mockup, in front of that bookshelf. Unit #2, the pendulum, goes in front of the desk, and put Unit #3, the wire trap, next to the shelf.”
The room was by no means large, but Nifa brought model after model for the trap into the room.
Is it really okay to put these inside here…?
Still, they didn’t have unlimited resources. They would have to run at least a few experiments using smaller mock ups before doing anything at larger scale. Nifa knew this, which is why she obeyed Hange’s instructions.
******
“I want to be alone for a bit, so I’m going to lock myself in here, okay? You take care of it if anyone comes by, Nifa. Give any documents or anything else that isn’t urgent to Moblit,” Hange said before swapping their glasses out for goggles. It seemed like they were getting ready to hunker down and start researching.
The Squad Leader didn’t even sleep last night… I don’t want to leave them on their own, but…
While Nifa was concerned for her Squad Leader, she believed in Hange, someone who had made it out of more than a few life-or-death situations.
“Please don’t do anything unreasonable.”
“Aren’t Survey Corpsmen always doing the unreasonable?”
“We’re inside the Walls right now. I’ll come get you when it’s time to take a break.”
Hange would be fine as long as they got the rest they needed. Nifa and the other squad members just needed to be on top of things. Having convinced herself, Nifa closed the door and heard it lock from the inside.
******
Petra was shocked when she heard Nifa’s explanation of the prototypes and leaped to her feet.
“You tested heavy pendulums and log traps inside of a room?! Isn’t that really dangerous…?”
“They’re smaller because they’re prototypes. At most, they were the size of this chair,” Hange said while gesturing to show the size of the prototypes. But Levi was still dumbstruck.
“Why did you lock the door? Did it not strike you that no one would be able to come in and help if there was an accident?”
“That’s right! You should have at least had someone else…”
When Nifa heard Petra say these words, she recalled that Petra was the type of soldier who put a strong emphasis on teamwork.
…But that wasn’t to say that Nifa’s corpsmates didn’t think of one another, either.
“I was working with traps that can activate out of nowhere. If someone who didn’t know what was going on came in and set one off, it’d be dangerous.”
…Yes, that’s the kind of person Hange is.
Hange may have appeared to me caught up in the experiment, but they cared about others, too. It was that kindness that lead to the accident. The rest of Hange’s squad knew that, which made them share the responsibility for what happened.
“…At least one of us should have stayed.”
“It’s fine with me, I’m still alive. I just don’t remember. So, Nifa, what do you mean when you say you figured it out?”
“Let’s go back to the scene one more time.”
The blame would be Hange’s alone unless the truth of the matter was revealed. Nifa knew that she had to prove her hypothesis, and so she went with her officers and squadmates to the room where it all happened.
******
The room remained in shambles. Still, Nifa’s eyes landed on a single piece of debris. She ran over Ang picked it up.
“Look! You changed the size of the model, didn’t you!”
“Oh… Now that you mention it…”
Nifa had brought a piece of wood used to support one of the prototypes into the room, but a table was now attached to it.
“That’s right, the small-scale experiment went well, so I thought I’d adjust it so that it’d reach a seven-to-eight-meter-class Titan…and put the pendulum trap on the desk…and that’s when it happened.”
As soon as Moblit heard Hange said this, he immediately began to scrutinize the desk and the size of the trap, compared that to Hange’s height, and arrived at the same conclusion as Nifa.
“So this log pendulum must have gone swooping down and hit you in the head, Squad Leader. That’s what caused you to pass out…
"…And then the base gave way, causing it to hit the shelf…”
“…Which caused the books to fall onto your test equipment, which is how we ended up with this mess… Excuse me, Squad Leader.”
Just to make sure, Nifa stood tall and raised her arms, thrusting her hands into Hange’s ever-tied hair.
“You have a huge bump on your head!”
“Oh, I do. Well, you know how sometimes bumps don’t hurt that much depending on where you get them!”
“I guess that happens every once in a while, but…”
Hange’s temporary memory loss must have caused them to forget the pain, too.
“…We’ll write apologies as well. We came up with these traps as a squad, after all.”
Everyone nodded at Nifa’s words before moving straight to cleaning up the room.
“I’ll take all the blame for this. We did learn that the weapons, while small, do at least work on humans.”
“Before you do, can you please go to a doctor to get that bump checked out?”
“You never know,” Nifa said, “once we start cleaning up, we might find out that surprisingly little equipment was destroyed.” After that, she pushed Hange out of the room.
“Sorry, I’ll get you something to make up for this,” the squad heard their leader say. They only shrugged as they began the work of picking up books and gathering splinters of wood.
The Case of the Sacked Squad Leader - File No. 05 Petra’s Side (2/3)
Petra Ral did not belong to the Survey Corps’s Fourth Squad, which was led by Squad Leader Hange. She just so happened to walk by Hange’s locked laboratory around the time it had been sacked.
“Um! I have a notice from the Captain to the Squad Leaders!”
There was no reply. She tried the doorknob, but it was locked.
Is Hange out? I’ll tell the Captain to go to them last.
Just then she heard loud noises.
“Ah?!”
Sounds of objects rattling apart, papers or something similar fluttering to the ground, and a loud, dull boom.
She instinctively knocked on the door to see if everyone was all right, but there was no answer.
Maybe they piled things up in a sloppy way and it fell over?
Petra didn’t think much of it because she assumed that the room was empty and went back to her work.
******
When Hange and their subordinates came by to talk to Petra, that was the first time she learned Hange was actually inside the room when those loud noise occurred.
“…I bet you were so drowsy that you managed to mess up and break that stuff on your own. You’re lucky your glasses didn’t break,” Levi spat at Hange now that he was near, but their only defense seemed to miss the point a bit.
“I had goggles on, Not glasses. I was testing a new weapon.”
Hange looked at Petra and asked her about the situation.
“Petra, so I heard you came by the room while I was in there? Do you know anything?”
“…I heard a noise. I thought it was empty and assumed that some things just fell over.”
She then went on to talk about the sound she heard and what took place right after.
******
A storage shed overseen by the Fourth Squad sat right next to Hange’s locked lab, always filled with an assortment of different items. At times it may have been vegetables to feed to Titans in experiments, while at others it could be spears used to hurt them.
I wonder what kind of experiment they’re running today? Logs…and a rope…
As Petra walked away from the room and passed the shed, she saw something curious and stopped.
Nifa, one of Hange’s subordinates, called out to her.
“Oh, do you need our squad for something?”
“I do. There’s a tactics memorandum going around, and… Oh, I’ll come back for Hange later.”
“That would be appreciated. The Squad Leader’s busy right now,” Nifa laughed, before realizing that Petra’s eyes were fixed on something in the shed. She casually explained what it was.
“Were you wondering about that? Those are the materials for the anti-Titan weapon prototypes.”
As always, the Fourth Squad was full of new ideas. Petra thanked Nifa, still amazed as she left the scene.
******
“Weapons?”
Though Levi seemed to be uninterested as he listened to Petra’s story, he now furrowed his brows.
“Yes. It seems like they’re trying to test how much of an impact a Titan body can take.”
“The only way to stop one of those things is to slice out its nape. We learned that a long time ago.”
“The goal isn’t to defeat them. These are stationary traps meant to stop Titans by neutralizing their limbs. If this works out, it’d help out a lot in cases like defending an encampment while on a march.”
As someone who fought on the front lines, Petra thought it was a good idea. Titans may not move much at night, but some might. There was no such thing as too much safety when it came to the Titans.
“So it’s research that will help lighten the load on any of us on watch duty?”
Petra had been able to stay alive thanks to the way she and her fellow corpsmates helped one another out. As such, she saw Hange’s plan as attractive. Avoiding battles would mean more of her comrades making it back alive.
“That’s right. It’s not smart move to tire out combat specialists like you by placing you on patrol duty.”
Still, Levi was cautious. “That all sounds great, but do our wagons have the space to carry this alongside all of our other valuable resources?”
“They’re made with the assumption that the materials can be procured on-site. They uses pendulums and hammers made out of trees and ropes. We’ve been trying a lot of things.”
“Oh, Squad Leader!”
Suddenly, one of the corpsmen that Hange had brought spoke up. It was Nifa, who seemed to be there hiding between the larger soldiers.
“Nifa?”
“I…think I figured it out.”
The sudden words shocked everyone, and they all turned to listen to her.
