Imagine hiking with your friend. Just one friend. You’re in the woods, walking, laughing, on your way to the campsite, when you didn’t notice that you accidentally walked into somekind of portal to the AOT verse. You didn’t notice it at first, but then you noticed the trees were taller and the whole environment seemed to have shifted. You tell your friend and he/she noticed it too. Both of you look back to maybe go back a few steps. Maybe you accidentally went off track without noticing. But as soon as you turn back, there’s a titan suddenly running towards you. It didn’t register at first. It seemed surreal. But as it got closer, it finally clicked and both of you sprinted like you never did before.
Thoughts ran through your heads. (To sum it all up, basically it’s “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.”) But you didn’t stop running because it’s run or be eaten. Unfortunately one of you stumbled and fall on the ground. Of course the other have to stop and help the other. But the titan was getting closer and closer, and at that point, you just accepted what is to come because it’s not like you could do anything. (But really at the back of your mind, you still think it isn’t real.)
The titan was about to pound on both of you when the Survey Corps suddenly came and slayed the titan. You and your friend were both in shock that when they approached you, you couldn’t move or say anything.
What do you do next?
I think this would be an interesting thread. I’d like to know what you guys think. Maybe in the comments, maybe in the reblogs. Write a fanfic if you will, and please tag me because I would love to read it.
Here’s my version, my friend, (who’s gay but his pronouns are he/him), he would come up with some kind of tragic back story for us. Who we are, why are we outside the safe zone, etc. Then I would try to convince them to let us join the Survey Corps. Haha!
I find it funny because I can imagine us training or maybe doing chores, then suddenly breaking into songs because we love music, and we love musicals. Haha! Also, we would probably debate on whether if we should change what’s going to happen because we obviously know, but at the same time we also don’t want to mess up the timeline.
Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Dom Female Reader Characters: Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer Rating:NSFW Content:Overstimulation, dacryphilia, marking, edging, brat-taming, forced submission, worship, orgasm denial
This is another request! AHHH! Thank you so much @Sayakarii for your support, I hope you enjoy it ^v^ Writing this was a blast! We stan horse boy up in here. <3
This is set in season 4 when Jean is 19-years-old :) There are NO SPOILERS for season 4 of Attack on Titan but there may be a few for the first 3 seasons. Please be wary. This is also not accurate to season 4, I’m just making shit up.
“Y/N! Watch out!” Your head snaps toward a blurred object flying towards your face. You narrowly dodge it with a quick adjustment to your in-air height. You glance back at Sasha who gave you the warning. “Thank you!” You shout back. You knew that going into battle was going to be a challenge, but never had you imagined it to be this degree. One wrong move or strayed attention and you’ll be dead in seconds. While, of course, you’re terrified – There’s also that rush of danger that seems to make you smile all the while facing almost certain death.
“Y/N I swear if you cheat death one more fucking time–” You hear a voice call out from the distance to your right. You look over to see Jean flying through the air with his brows furrowed. “Sir yes sir!” You holler before swiftly avoiding the debris flying through the air from collapsing buildings. You had always been known on the squad as the one who just barely misses death.
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“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N, this luck of yours is insane.” Connie huffs, throwing off his ODM gear. You follow suit, feeling the weight lift off of your waist. “It’s more of a curse at this point.” You joke. Feeling a strain on your neck, you rotate your head to stretch it out. “Get rest tonight.” The striking voice of your captain Levi echoes through the room. “From here on out there won’t be any breaks.” You groan quietly at his remark while you refill the tanks to your gear.
Your eyes dart up to Jean on the other side of the room. He appears grumpier than usual. In fact, it reminds you of your old training days with him as a teenager. You slide off the wooden boxes and trot over to him. “What’s with the sour look?” You ask, bending over so your eyes are level. Jean shakes his head as he continues to refill his tanks. "What? You ignoring me or something?“ You ask as you stand upright, throwing your hands on your hips. Yet still. Silence. Anger slowly bubbles inside your chest, growing impatient at his childish behaviour. "That’s it.” You grab him by the scruff of his neck and pull him towards you. “You’re coming with me.” With no further comment, he follows obediently.
Once you reach your personal quarters, you push him inside and lock the door. “Wanna tell me what that shit was about?” You ask, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Jean clenches his jaw. Clearing avoiding eye contact with you. “You really don’t care. Do you?” His words catch you by surprise. “Pardon? Care about what?” “Yourself!” He yells, stepping closer toward you. “You have no fear for your own life. You go out into battle like it doesn’t matter if you return or not.” He pauses. Now frowning and heaving to himself. “Fuck you.” You look to the floorboards, trying to hide your smile as your tongue grazes over your lips. “And what does it matter to you?” You ask, looking back up at him with a cocky look plastered on your face. “Go fuck yourself.” He huffs whilst looking at you through his downturned eyebrows. “I think you should be a little nicer, Jean.” You warn, adding a vindictive emphasis on his name. “Or what?” He tests, getting in your face. Just a few mere inches away. “What can you do. Huh?” It was the one thing about him that never failed to tick you off, the headspace that he was always the one in charge no matter who he was facing. Aside from Levi of course.
You flash him a fake smile before grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing him to his knees. Jean grips your wrist of the hand that’s tangled in his hair, trying to release the pressure on his skull. “Let’s try that again hm?” You grin, forcing him to look up at you. Jean scoffs at you and squints his eyes. “You really think you can dominate me?” His condescension just pisses you off that tiny bit more. “Yes.” You pull him in closer to you, tightening your grip which makes him wince. “I do.” He raises an eyebrow, obviously in denial that you could make him submit to you. “I’d like to see you try.” He titters. “Careful what you wish for.” You nudge the tip of your boot-covered foot against his crotch, taking note of the tent in his pants from being completely erect. “If I were mistaken, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” You tease, slighting rubbing him through his pants. “Tell me, what part made you hard? Was it when I pulled your hair? Or is it when I forced you onto your knees?” You shift in tone sent chills down his spine. Jean’s cheeks flush to a bright red, eyes slightly glazing over. You can tell he needs one more nudge to throw him into subspace. You graze your thumb over his bottom lip, now noticing him urging forward in desperation for a kiss.
You straighten yourself and walk away from Jean who remained on his knees, watching you intensely as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Come.” You command, throwing one leg over the other. Jean vigorously shakes his head as if to snap himself out of the state. “You really think I’m gonna–” “Jean.” Your tone now far more forceful. You lean forward and stare at him, eyes of ice and filled with intimidation. “I said come.” He says nothing. Strictly obeying your command, he attempts to stand. You click your tongue with displeasure. “No. Crawl to me.” Jean body visibly trembles under your command. He slowly but surely crawls on all fours and sits by your legs. “Good boy.” You lift his chin with your foot, making sure that he’s looking up at you. With no further words, you rest your leg over his shoulder. He makes no hesitation to kiss you through your clothes all the way from your ankle to your inner thigh. Worshipping your body as if you were his new God. You run your fingertips up his neck, his head tilting up with the movement. You lean further in to him, lips just inches away. Jean’s eyes begin to flutter shut, awaiting your contact. You barely sweep his lips with your own, far too light to be a kiss. “Hm. I don’t think you deserve it yet.” You whisper. His mouth gapes open yet he says nothing. A frown paints his face. You smile at his obvious frustration.
“Please…” His body jerks as your hands slowly explore his upper half. Every touch that you lay on his body just makes it all the more obvious that he’s in subspace. His sensitivity now at its max. “Please what?” You taunt. Knowing exactly what it is that he wants. He bites his bottom lip, trying to work up the nerve. “Help me…” His eyes full of desperation as he motions to his crotch. “Hurts.” You look down, considering giving him what he desires. A wicked plan brews in your mind. “Okay. Come sit up here.” You say, patting the spot beside you. Jean practically jumps to his feet and crawls over. You straddle his legs, leaving enough room to touch him.
You tie his wrists together with your belt and pull down his zipper at an almost agonisingly slow pace. Unsurprisingly, his cock springs free at the release from its previously cramped space. Jean exhales at the feeling. Even if you hadn’t known how horny he was before, it was oh so obvious now. Rock hard and already leaking precum. You smirk to yourself, taking it as a compliment. You slide your hand down his cock, coating it in his own precum. You set yourself for a rhythmic pace, not too fast for him to come yet not too slow to be dull. Jean dips his head back, engulfed in the pleasure. His mouth agape and letting out shallow breaths. You quicken your pace. His legs jolt at the sudden speed. Jean covers his mouth with his hand, knowing that anyone who walks past could hear through the door with cracks in the wood. He groans lowly, signalling that he’s close. As his voice begins to break, you let go. Taking away his stimulation and denying his orgasm. Jean whines and stares at you with a frustrated look. His flushed cheeks and heaving chest is a sight you find rather cute.
Purely out of spite from his behaviour earlier, you repeat this process. Over and over until Jean begs with tears streaming down his cheeks. You teased him until he because so sensitive that all it could take is one singular touch and he’d immediately come. “P-please! Please let me come. Please I need it so bad.” He cries out, not caring who hears. His eyes stained red from crying, the view of it all stirs an animalistic desire within you. You wrap your hand around his neck and lean in to his ear. “You wanna come so bad? Fine.” Your words send goosebumps over his body. He watches intensely as you slide your pants down just enough to expose yourself without having to remove your harnesses.
Jean inhales sharply as you hover yourself over his throbbing cock. With a devious grin, you quickly sink down. His entire length stretches your insides causing you to gasp. You had forgotten just how big he actually was. That one action is all it takes for him to reach his climax, shooting his cum deep inside of you. Jean’s body trembles from the release that he had been chasing for what felt like hours. His head rests against your shoulder where he attempts to catch his breath all the while choking back on his tears. You ignore his exhaustion and continue to bounce on him. Jean’s head springs up to look at you. “W-wha–” “You really thought I’d stop there? Oh no baby.” Your hips slam against his thighs. Jean shrieks at the overstimulation, still too sensitive from his orgasm. “Please!” He cries. “I can’t! I can’t come again! Hurts!” You remain ignorant, now picking up your pace. More tears fall from his eyes. In a moment of softness, you give in to a kiss. He hungrily kisses back, whining against your lips. “Good boy, just a little longer.” You pant, knowing that your own orgasm is vastly approaching.
As you approach the final build-up, your lips connect with his neck. Sucking deep hickies into his skin. Jean yelps at the overwhelming sensations. With your climax in close proximity, you bite down onto his shoulder. Sinking your teeth so deep into his skin that blood trickles from it. It seems as though not even Jean could compose himself as he comes for a second time, filling you completely with his semen. You ride out the high of euphoria, panting against Jean’s almost crumbling body. “If you… get off now… it’s gonna go everywhere.” He says between breaths. You laugh to yourself. “And whose fault is that mr you-can’t-dom-me.” Jean rolls his eyes and kisses your temple. “Definitely noted to listen to you next time.” You wipe his face of the now drying tears. “Levi said we should get rest tonight.” He watches as you free his hands from the belt-bind, the tightness leaving faint bruises. “Maybe don’t tell him about this…”
__________________________________________________________________ I’M BACK BITCHES I stayed up like all night writing this cos sudden inspiration. Also- Y’ALL I LEGIT MISS SUBSPACE SO MUCH WTF You know when you just like lose all concept of reality and it’s just ‘obey’ UGH Haven’t had any action in yonks heartbeenbrokesomanytimes :,)
The Case of the Disappearing Steamed Potatoes - File No. 01 Connie’s Side (1/3)
A free moment between training sessions…
As Connie tried to take a shortcut, he went the wrong way and passed by the kitchen.
Sasha? What’s she doing there?
The door was cracked open, and through it he saw Sasha, a fellow corpsmate, snooping around. When Connie stopped, wondering what she could be doing, Sasha noticed him and let out a surprised yell.
“C-Connie?! Were you watching?!”
“Huh? Watching what?”
Connie hadn’t seen what Sasha was doing. But he had a vague idea. She must have been sneaking a bite again.
******
“Hm? Aren’t we missing some food for dinner tonight?”
“Do you ever listen to what people say, Connie? The instructor just now told us we’re all being punished by only having one plate each for dinner because someone pigged out on potatoes.”
It wasn’t until Connie had finished half of his dinner before he realized that the mood in the room was heavy.
Jean seemed as disgusted as could be, and he was looking at Sasha, who acted openly suspicious.
“Like I said, it wasn’t me!”
“Coming from you, that’s hard to believe.”
Even Connie was dubious of Sasha. While it was a case of the pot calling the kettle black, he thought that idiots like her were bad liars. Just then, Marco asked him a question.
“Speaking of which, didn’t you say you were taking a shortcut and going by the kitchen, Connie? You still just barely made it in time… Did you see something there?”
“Ah… Umm… I don’t know.”
“What you mean, you don’t know? You must at least remember if you saw someone there or not.”
Connie couldn’t find the words for an answer. Armin, who had been deep in thought until then, began to speak.
“This is just a theory… But Connie, did you…?”
To everyone’s shock, he guessed the exact words that were stuck in Connie’s throat.
******
“…Would you please take this and keep quiet?”
“A potato? You didn’t steal this, did you?”
Sasha offered Connie something in the kitchen. It was, without question, a freshly-steamed potato.
“No, I didn’t take it! I was just here because it was my turn to get some water!”
“I know you must have taken this from that pot. Why else would I need to stay quiet? If I do, I’m gonna lose out on food, too!”
While he was as right as could be, Sasha had already eaten it. There was no turning back now.
“It’s not like I can give it back… It won’t be a problem for anyone as long as you stay quiet, Connie. By the way, what about our next training…oh, there’s the bell.”
“…Crap! We’ll be late!”
Sasha popped the entire potato in her outstretched hand into her mouth before running off. While Connie had his reservations, being late for his next training session was the bigger concern. Somehow, nothing came of it in the end.
******
Connie agreed with Armin’s Defence of him and explained everything that had happened. All the others looked at him and put their head in their hands.
“So you let Sasha win you over.”
“Why would you say that?!”
“You just admitted it.”
Only Sasha looked panicked now.
“Oh! Wh-What’re you talking about…? I was only in the kitchen to fetch some water… And that’s when I met Connie… And…”
“Sorry. We were on duty too, but someone suddenly asked for our help. We made Sasha go to the kitchen by herself…”
Krista tried to take some of the blame with this flimsy excuse. While they were all ready to take Sasha down, Armin was the only one who still seemed puzzled.
“There's…no way that Sasha could have done it.”
“What did you just say, Armin?”
Connie was astonished to hear the words. But Armin was always able to explain everything in a simple way. Connie waited for Armin’s next conjecture, hoping that he would reveal an unseen truth.
Shelter from the Rain Vol. 12 Eren Yeager & The 104th Training Corps
They had no choice but to cancel the training march once the rain began to fall that afternoon.
The endless downpour robbed them of any visibility, the cold air hastened their horses’ fatigue, and the softened ground limited their Vertical Maneuvering. The recruits had no choice but to pitch tents on high ground and set up camp.
Eren stood under the tent and sighed as he lifted the hood of his rain gear.
Damn… We could’ve gone farther if only it was clear out.
The sky should have been dyed crimson by the setting sun, but it was now covered by thick rain clouds, allowing dusk to sneak up on them faster than expected.
“Eren… You’re going to get cold like that.”
Mikasa walked up to the boy’s side and looked at him. At about the same time, Reiner called the two over.
“Hey, you guys help build the fire, too!”
When Eren looked around, he saw everyone going about their own business.
******
“Sheesh. Whose fault is it that it’s raining like this, Bertolt?”
“Is… Is it my fault?”
“Hunh? It’s your fault?!”
Jean, Bertolt, and Connie were busy chatting and cracking jokes as they threw logs onto the bonfire.
“Come on, now. No one’s to blame for the weather,” Marco said with a forced smile, stirring a pot full of food. As soon as Jean noticed Eren walking over, he began to badmouth him.
“Ugh, we would’ve been able to set up a better campsite if only that suicide bastard hadn’t charged forward all on his own.”
“We might have even been able to hunt some meat!”
“Do you really think we’d be able to hunt in this rain?”
“…Ugh.”
Ymir shot down Sasha’s off-the-mark joke with a serious reply as Annie let out a bored sigh. Next to them, Krista was briskly preparing bread for everyone in the camp.
“Here you go, Armin. This is for you guys.”
“Thanks. Here you go, Eren,” Armin said. After being handed the bread from Armin, Eren looked around once more.
…It was so lively.
All these people around… I don’t think I was ever in a situation like this…until I signed up to be a soldier.
******
The rain incessantly pounded against the tent.
When I was little… I think I was only ever with Mikasa and Armin.
Eren never got along well with other children. It wasn’t until he became a recruit that he was together with others his age the way he now found himself.
While Eren had a strong competitive spirit, he never isolated himself in these situations. Even if he got in an argument and began to fight with another recruit, there was always someone there to step in and mediate.
“Food’s ready. All of you better eat up.”
Reiner poured everyone soup as Marco and Krista passed it out.
I used to think all that mattered was getting strong and defeating Titans… But it was here that I learned I can’t do it alone.
******
“What’s the matter? It’s going to get cold.”
“Oh! …It’s nothing.”
Mikasa tapped Eren’s shoulder as he was lost in thought. He noticed Jean gritting his teeth, as well as Connie and Sasha watching on and grinning.
In the rain, Eren saw them as reliable friends, people he could trust in.
I wonder if…I’m going to fight alongside them someday. We might be assigned to different branches, but…we’re fighting against the Titans no matter where we go in this world.
Even so, he halt he would be able to manage if he was fighting together with them.
While Eren couldn’t quite recognize his emotions as trust, the boy continued to quietly think about his future.
Shelter from the Rain Vol. 02 Jean Kirstein & Bertolt Hoover
The heavy rain flowed down the side of the mountain, turning into a river that ran through the gaps of its rocks.
“Ugh…It’s pouring like crazy because of that ridiculous pose you struck in your sleep this morning, Bertolt,” Jean said.
The two recruits were squatting under a rock on high ground that jutted out halfway up the cliff, taking shelter from the rain.
“…Sorry, Jean.”
“Bertolt, that was obviously a joke!”
******
“…Either way, I can barely see a thing.”
“I think it’s the correct decision to take a short break in this weather during a practice march.”
Bertolt focused on resting his body as he sat further under the rock, where the rain couldn’t reach him, with his arms hugging his legs.
“You’re right,” Jean said, sitting down next to him after walking over. He prodded Bertolt, as if to tease him.
“I thought I got stuck with a real quiet, boring partner at first, but you’re a talented one. I can trust you.”
Bertolt could only return Jean’s backhanded praise with a troubled smile.
******
The downpour showed no signs of letting up.
“Ah… Hey, Bertolt. You wanted to join the MPs, too, right? Yeah, we won’t ever have to shiver in the rain on some mountain like this if we make it to the Interior,” Jean cracked, unable to stand the silence for any longer.
“…I wonder if it’s okay for someone like me to go to the Interior,” Bertolt muttered back.
“Hunh?! You’re more than qualified with those marks of yours! You’re higher in rank than me and you still don’t have any confidence?!”
Bertolt only held his arms tighter around his legs as he shook his head.
“I don’t have a will of my own. Wanting to become an MP…even that’s something I fell into because of everyone else.”
“That’s just how it is,” Jean sighed. “There are some model soldier out there like Marco, but other than them… It’s human nature to want to live the kind of nice, safe life that MPs live. What’s wrong with falling into that? Not to mention that it’s something you’ll be getting thanks to your own abilities. You ought to be more proud.”
Jean trying to encourage me. He sees me as a friend…
******
A bit of time passed before Bertolt looked up and stood. He approached the small waterfall flowing from the rock above them and looked down.
Am I…worthy of someone’s trust?
As if it reflected his own complex emotions, the frothing puddle underfoot was mixed with mud and leaves, swirling before running down to lower ground.
“Sorry… Thanks, Jean,” he said, almost straining to get the words out. They were heartfelt words of thanks as well as an apology, but Jean didn’t know what he truly meant.
“Hunh? I didn’t say anything worth your thanks. Anyway, how’s the weather look?”
“I think we can go. It’s only drizzle now.”
“Let’s go through the forest. Our anchors won’t be stable on the cliff now that its foundation is weak.”
Bertolt smiled at Jean’s coolheaded analysis.
“I see why everyone says you’re good with the Vertical Maneuvering Equipment, Jean.”
The two nodded to each other and pulled out the grips to their Equipment in unison. A moment later, the two boys’ rain gear fluttered in the air as they flew off into the forest, still hazy from the showers.
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. 12 Reiner Braun
As the recruits returned to the barracks having finished training, Connie noticed something.
“What are those Garrison members doing over there?”
“That squad’s probably off duty tomorrow. I bet they’re heading out to go drink or something.”
It was a group of more senior soldiers that he had spotted in the distance. As he walked beside Connie, Reiner pointed toward where they were headed, Trost District.
“Huh. That must be nice,” Connie said, watching them go. Armin responded coolly.
“You know that we can eat at a pub, too. I’ve heard rumors of past recruits even getting married to pub girls.”
“Why do you know about rumors like that?”
“I just happened to hear the instructors talking about it.”
“That’s not what he means,” Jean interrupted. “It’s like, it seems like it’d be fun to grab a drink on the way back from work. Right, Reiner?”
“Yeah, that might be true.”
******
Alcohol was the topic of discussion in the boys’ dorm that night.
“You used to see Garrison members and MPs enjoying drink, but not as much lately.”
“It’s because there aren’t as many fields growing the fruits and grains needed to make it now that humanity’s been forced into a smaller area.”
After hearing this from Eren and Armin, Connie sounded jealous as he replied.
“But it would be nice to drink during the few times we get days off.”
“Hah! You sound like an old man, Connie!” Jean laughed. Marco smiled alongside him.
“It would be interesting to see what would happen if everyone got to drink as much as they wanted. What if Bertolt actually became talkative when he was drunk!”
Now that the topic of conversation was on Bertolt, he suddenly broke his silence to shoot down the idea in a panic, causing everyone to laugh.
“What?! N-No, I don’t think that’d happen!”
“You know what? Let’s all get together again and drink when we’re old men. I’ll even pay for your drinks once I’m an MP, you suicide bastard. If you’re still alive, that is.”
“You won’t need to do that, Jean. I’ll have slaughtered so many Titans that I’ll be making even more money than you.”
“Now, now, don’t fight,” Marco said, getting in between the two and causing everyone to laugh.
“We might all go down different paths from here…but it would be nice to survive and get together.”
“Yeah, sound interesting,” Reiner said, merrily continuing on with the topic.
******
“Hey! One more bottle over here!”
Reiner was gathered with his fellow corpsmates in a dim and hazy pub. They teased one another as they poured drinks.
“Alright! Now sing, Jean!”
“Hah! You’d better not get scared off when you hear my beautiful voice!” Jean began to sing in an incredible voice, his face bright red.
“Hey, Eren! You go next! Turn into a Titan!” a drunk Connie said, putting his arms around Eren.
“Okay… Wait, I can’t do that here!” Eren replied, putting his hand out before coming to his senses and stopping.
Reiner was in such high spirits that he had to say something.
“Hm? You know that we can do that trick, too…”
Reiner looked for his hometown friends.
“…We can’t.”
A chilled hand grasped onto Reiner’s arm as it held a beer mug high. It belonged to Bertolt, his face pale…
“Not us.”
“Bertolt?”
“This isn’t something we can drink.”
******
Reiner’s eyes opened wide.
…It was late at night. It would be a long time till dawn.
“Ugh…”
He could hear Bertolt moaning in his sleep nearby. He sounded like he was in pain as he slept in an awkward position.
“I…I’m sorry…”
“Ack!”
Reiner shivered when he heard Bertolt’s delirious words.
…That’s right. Not us.
He slowly sat up and looked around at the others sleeping in the room.
We can’t imagine a future with them.
Reiner’s sharp eyes glinted.
…Sorry about that.
Reiner shook his head, as if to cast off the bonds he wanted to cling to, before falling back into a dark sleep.
Photo-Scan of the Shingeki no Kyojin: Short Stories (Japanese) and Attack on Titan: Short Stories Booklets (English).
SnK: Short Stories came with Shingeki no Kyojin Vol 20 Tankōbon Limited Edition,SnK: Short Stories 2 was with Shingeki no Kyojin Vol 21 Tankōbon Limited EditionandSnK: Short StorieswithShingeki no Kyojin Vol 29 Tankōbon Limited Edition
AoT: Short Stories was included as part of Attack on Titan Season 3 Part 1 Manga Box SetwhileAoT: Short Stories 2inAttack on Titan Season 3 Part 2 Manga Box Set.
Ps: SnK: Short Stories Backcover is missing as too much reflection of me in its photo-scan due to the Glossy Paper used for the Dust Jacket and its Black Background. ;___; Will add it in one day when I have a PC and thus can Scan the Covers using a Real Flatbed Scanner!
Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams Vol. 03 Bertolt Hoover
“Hey, Bertolt. Do you have weird dreams or something?”
“…Huh?”
Training had ended, and the recruits were spending the little time they had before heading to sleep. Bertolt looked up from the book he was reading in bed to face the unexpected voice.
“Why do you ask that?”
“You sleep in such artistic poses, so we were talking about what kind of dreams we thought you might have,” Jean added. Bertolt looked down to see many of his fellow recruits chatting away about something.
“Dreams…? Dreams, huh.”
******
Bertolt climbed down to where the others were and tried to recall the kinds of dream he normally had.
“They’re normal…I think. Like about the day’s training.”
“You have normal dreams, but sleep looking like that? I guess that must make you a natural-born artist,” Jean jested, but Connie butted in.
“You say that, Jean, but I bet you’re dreaming about Mikasa…”
“Sh-Shut up, you idiot!”
Even realized something as he looked at the two out of the corner of his eyes.
“You must really be going wild in your dreams, then.”
“They do say it’s the quiet ones who have the most building up inside of them,” Armin said. Bertolt still didn’t quite understand what they meant and tilted his head.
“Is that…so? I’ve never really thought of that…”
******
That night, Bertolt dreamed he was soaring through the sky.
A bird…I’m dreaming that I’ve become a bird.
He was happy.
It felt as though he was free from the chains he could never undo that kept him shackled to the ground.
This is amazing… The Walls, the towns, they all look so distant.
He spread his wings and danced through the endless sky.
If only I could keep going like this… If only I could fly far away to a place where no one would ever bother me…
But a moment later, Bertolt noticed someone. The shape of someone standing imposingly on top of the Walls.
“Are they holding…a weapon?!”
“You have no right to celebrate such freedom.”
Despite the distance between them, Bertolt could hear the words clearly. The hateful words of this human.
“Stop it… Please, don’t shoot!!”
Bertolt’s scream was in vain. An arrow was sent flying.
The arrow pierced his chest, and Bertolt, who seemed to have been a bird just moments earlier, began to writhe in pain as he fell head-first toward the ground…
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“…It looks like it’s going to start raining in the afternoon.”
“You must be a sleep-posture-reading expert by now, Jean.”
Bertolt heard laughter as the sun’s rays struck his vision. He opened his eyes to see Marco, Jean, and Reiner watching from above.
“He really needs to do something about his posture, though. He kicked me in the side twice last night.”
“S-Sorry, Reiner.”
Not only were the top and bottom halves of Bertolt’s body facing opposite directions, he seemed to have his pillow and blankets in a submission hold. His body had spun around 180 degrees from when he went to sleep.
“I…I didn’t mean to do it on purpose…”
“That’s what’s so funny about it.”
“Nor when you’re the one being kicked…”
“You’ll be fine, Reiner. You’re a tough guy.”
Because of the way the bedding was set up in their quarters, Reiner often fell victim to anyone with long legs. He sat near Bertolt and chatted with the others.
The morning bell rang.
After seeing Jean and the others off, Reiner stayed behind.
“…Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice.
“I’m fine. It was just…a normal dream.”
As Bertolt forced a smile, the bravado that let him hold his suffering inside began to melt away in the morning light.
Late Night Stories Vol. 08 Annie Leonhart : A Story of Days Past
“You know… I’ve always wondered.”
A Military Police Brigade station in Stohess District.
Work was officially over for the day, and so the lights in most of the rooms were off. However, brightness continued to leak out from one room. In it were this year’s new recruits, taking care of the office work that had been forced onto them by their superiors.
“What is it, Marlowe? Who are you talking to?”
“Annie. I always wanted to ask.”
The blonde girl who coolly worked her way through the documents, mechanically flipping through them and stamping them, looked up with a furrowed brow.
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“You trained in Trost District and experienced actual combat right afterwards, right? The others who made it into the top ten would have experienced the terror of the Titans first-hand, too… It wouldn’t be surprising at all if they’d wanted to become MPs and live in the interior. So why were you the only one who joined the Military Police Brigade? They didn’t all die in that battle, did they?”
“…Only one died. The rest joined the Survey Corps.”
“The Survey Corps?! Not even the Garrison?! Why?”
Annie didn’t so much as flinch as Hitch overreacted and confronted her with the question.
“…Who knows.”
The dismissively reply made Hitch stars at Annie’s face and changed the question.
“In that case, what kind of people were your corpsmates? Huge idiots?”
“Yeah… I guess they were idiots.”
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Annie’s hands never stopped sorting through the paperwork as she answered the badgering with a few words about the other members of the 104th.
“First…was an idiot obsessed with family. Her childhood friend wanted to join the Survey Corps…and she said she’d protect him. That friend of hers was fifth, right after me, but he said he was going to join the Survey Corps from the beginning… He was the weirdest one.”
“Do weirdos like that really exist in this day and age?”
“The rest of them…were probably influenced by what that idiot said. He actually declared in front of everyone the night before graduation that he’d exterminate all the Titans so that we could explore the world freely.”
“Hah. It’s not quite the same reasoning, but he sounds like Marlowe.”
“I think it’s natural for anyone to follow their ideals. Without dreams or goals, humans are just…”
Marlowe stopped working to try to give his personal opinions about the world, but Hitch cut him off and asked Annie to continue.
“Yeah, yeah. So what about the others? It’s not like everyone was influenced by this idiot, right?”
“There was one guy who said he was going to become an MP even after the battle, so…I might have been a little surprised by him.”
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“He…lost his good friend… His marks were good up until then, but he was the kind of person who always bragged about them. He only ever thought of himself…but then he changed.”
“Was it something about his state of mind?” Marlowe asked, but Annie expressionlessly shook her head.
“Who knows. Like I said earlier… I’m not them. I’m not some stupid dreamer, and it’s not like I have ideals, either. I don’t have anything I want to protect… I’m a coward who just wants to save herself.”
“That goes for everyone who became an MP, though. Are you someone who gets self-conscious about what others think of you?”
“No, that’s not it. I…” Annie began, her hands stopping suddenly in the middle of organizing the pile of now-completed documents and latching them together.
“…I’m heading to bed.”
“Hey! No fair, Annie! You need to help us with the rest…! C’mon.”
Hitch’s attempts to get her to stay were in vain. Just as Annie was about to close the door, she stopped.
“I just…make whatever choice seems easiest.”
As Annie looked to the floor, she thought of her training corpsmates. She bit her tongue as if to brush the memories away and headed to the sleeping quarters.
8k Followers– woo!! Thank you all again for all of your love and support <33 As promised, the character with the most votes gets a pic, so here we have Jean (JTODDZ YOU WERE SO DAMN CLOSE!)
I love drawing older!Jean– I’ve done it a couple of times, but this is my favourite so far :} Anyhoo– back to commissions! I hope you all enjoy <33 Jess
A/N: Ahhh!! Last chapter before season 4, enjoy the fluff!
Warning- Sweet, heart melting FLUFF!!, light swearing, LONG CHAPTER! NSFW, dirty talk SMUT (it’s just a part. Not too long so for those of you who don’t like reading that stuff don’t worry, it’s towards the end, and regardless, I’llcolor the first word from where it starts, and then ends!)
Pairing- Jean Kirstein x reader
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*YEAR 853*
A deep breath of air unfurls from your lungs and slowly and calmly escapes past your lips. The sand beneath your feet picks up, creating a thin sand cloud that drags back with a swift shift of your foot.
The air surrounding you is thick with anticipation, over exaggerated fear and excitement. The beating of your heart is fueled with adrenaline with no hint of fear lacing through your veins. That was a dangerous thing.
Sun beams reflect off your blade, bouncing off the metal with each twirl. When the spinning stops, on one side the ocean waves are mirrored on the shiny metal, whilst the other side captures every curve of your body as you slowly lift it, stopping the moment it’s just your cocky smirk captured on the tip of the blade.
As you take a second to register your surroundings, you capture Jean with his breath held over the use of real blades, Sasha and Connie with amused grins on their features, and Armin watching through the gaps between his fingers. Until finally you take in your cousin Mikasa shifting her fighting stance before you.
“You know,” Mikasa quips with her hand gripping her metal blade. “I like how confident you’ve become in yourself.” The corner of her lips twitch. “I think you might even beat me. For the first time.”
