Originally he had a sad face, but that was too sad, so I tried to make him hopeful and not sad. Like a human sunflower. A giant, fucking, freckled sunflower.
How do u guys think Marco Bott would look like in AOT season 4?
What type of hairstyle or body type do you think he’ll have? Any facial hair? I might give this my own spin with my art haha.
Shoot me an ask with what you think or comment below!!
Since Jean basically grew to be a WHOPPING 191 CENTIMETRES, Marco would probably be a whole ass Shaq in this house about 2 meters tall, tall and lean, not to buff and not too slim. Nice Michael Phelps with some more bodyfat build. Definitely porco hair like Isayama’s portrayal and probably some scares on his right side. Definitely more snarky and sassy compared to young Marco. Also Marco is ALL LEGS like even in canon manz has some NICE LEGS. In timeskip he probably has some pretty muscular legs and they’re thick in a good way yk.
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
Late Night Stories Vol. 01 Jean Kirstein : A Story of Disappointment
Late at night, a languid atmosphere lingered in the air in the boys barracks. In front of each of the recruits surrounding a table was a thick textbook on tactics, along with a variety of notes.
“Ugh… I’m so sleepy…” Connie said as he rubbed his eyes.
“This test is ridiculously difficult… Even I’m not close to finishing the materials,” Reiner shrugged.
“That’s why we’re all here pulling an all-nighter. You’d better not sleep,” Eren said, fighting back a yawn as he nudged Connie, who had his head in his hands. As Armin watched, he suddenly clapped.
“I know! Why don’t we all go around telling interesting stories so that we don’t fall asleep?”
“You want to tell interesting stories?” Jean echoed. Armin smiled back at him.
“That’s right… For example, Jean, why don’t you tell us about a time you were disappointed?”
“Hunh? Why me?!”
“I see… I might not fall asleep if we did that.”
“Good idea. I want to hear that, too.”
Though Jean was against the idea, he had no choice after all the others agreed. His shoulders fell.
“You, too, Marco?! Ugh… Fine.”
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It happened when Jean went shopping with Marco. As part of their training duties, recruits had to calculate the food that would be needed during a fixed duration march, then go buy it.
“So you went in your military uniforms?”
“Yeah. But Jean said prices would be high in towns, so we went to a nearby farming village.”
While one could describe it as simply going shopping, this was actually an important part of their training that required a firm grasp on the many factors that went into a march.
“…And so, the shopping went fine. But…”
Jean sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
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To the society inside the Walls, being a soldier meant having a stable job that allowed one to live off the people’s taxes.
…And so, to put it plainly, recruits were popular. The farmers and other young citizens of the village, both men and women, saw them as possible marriage partners who had promising futures.
Just as Jean and Marco finished shopping and had loaded their wagon, it happened.
“Um… These are for you.”
A number of girls from the village handed them snacks. The two gave their thanks and took them without a second thought before opening the packages, but…
“…Huh? What’s this letter?”
“Hm?! There’s no letter in mine!”
The bread that Marco had been given came with something extra, and it was clear to both of them what it was…
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“Bfft… Haahaha! So no love letter for you, Jean?”
The entire table burst into laughter, beginning with Reiner. Jean did everything he could to protest as they roared.
“Don’t laugh! It was our first time meeting them, you know! What’s the big difference between me and Marco, anyway?!”
“I have a feeling I know what it is. You look like a bad guy, Jean, and Marco seems like someone you’d have a more stable life with.”
“Hey, what’d you just say about my face?!”
As Armin tried to stifle his laughter and explain the workings of a woman’s heart, Marco hopped in from the side to try to smooth things over, since he was the only other recruit involved in the story.
“It’s okay. I turned them down by saying that I didn’t know if I’d be able to become a full-fledged soldier or not.”
“Again, why would you turn them down there?! It only makes it sting more!”
The recruits laughed to one another, to the exclusion of a desperate Jean.
“Ah, all that laughing woke me up… That was a good idea.”
“I bet we could use it during camping training, too.”
“I’ll pick who tells the story next time!”
“I like that idea,” Armin smiled as he looked around. Now that his fellow recruits were awake, they began to switch gears and dig into their homework.
The Case of the Anonymous Invitation - File No. 10 Marco’s Side (1/3)
Before the recruits could sit down for their long-awaited dinner, Marco was stopped by an instructor. In his hands was a wooden box filled with stacks of paper.
“Marco Bott… You’re on duty today, right? This is mail for the recruits.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be sure they get this.”
Marco gave the soldiers their letters from family and friends as per his assignment. Just as he thought about sitting down, he noticed one letter left at the bottom of the box.
“Hm? This envelope… Where’s the address?”
He picked it up and checked both sides, but it was only addressed to the recruits of the South 104th Training Corps, his own group. There was no indication of any name.
…Who could it be for?
••••••
…Maybe I should return it to the instructors. I’ll bring it back to them later, Marco thought, and held on to the mysterious envelope before starting his dinner. Jean, who sat next to him, quickly noticed the item placed next to Marco’s plate.
“Is that for you? It’s a pretty nice envelope.”
“No… I’m not sure. There’s not even a sender written on the outside…”
The corpsmates were starved for a good story during their grueling days spent training, so when they heard Marco say this, they excitedly joined in.
“If it just says it’s for the South 104th Training Corps, couldn’t that mean it’s for all of us?”
“Or maybe…it’s a trap set by the instructors to see if they can spot a spy?”
“Pop quizzes even during mealtime? Give me a break.”
As the young soldiers bantered back and forth, Marco was pensive.
I see… If it is part of our training… I would be the responsible party here.
He thought for a while before coming to his decision.
“Okay, let’s try opening it. I’ll take responsibility.”
“Nice, Marco!”
Marco calmed his cheering corpsmates before slowly tearing it open. A piece of letterhead just as fancy as its envelope was inside, and it contained beautifully written words…
…What?!
What Marco saw on the letter was much more complicated than he expected.
Can I…really read this out loud?
“What’s the matter? Was it a trap from the instructors after all?”
“No…it doesn’t look like that, but…”
While he hesitated to read it aloud, it was something he needed them to know. He looked the sheet of paper over from corner to corner, and only when he could find nothing that would identify who it was addressed to, Marco asked everyone to be quiet.
“…No, I think I need to be serious about passing along these feelings. If anyone thinks this is for them, raise your hand, even if I’m still talking.”
Marco calmed himself as much as he could before beginning to read in an objective tone.
“‘You saved me during training the other day. I just had to tell you how I felt, which is why I decided to write this letter…’”
“What…?”
••••••
“‘…You must be tired from all of your training. There is a restaurant I often patronize in Trost District. I’d like to ask you to join me for meal there. I await your reply.’ …That’s all the letter says.“
Marco looked through the crowd to see if anyone had identified themselves as the letter’s addressee…but instead, all of his corpsmates were talking among one another.
"A-An invitation to a meal?”
“Doesn’t that mean it's…”
“A love letter to one of us?!”
The recruits had read into the meaning of the letter, and now they all excitedly looked at one another.
“Huh? …No one knows whose this might be?”
Marco tilted his head, causing Jean to slump his shoulders beside him.
“Even if they did, they’re not going to say it was them after that letter! They’re gonna reply in secret, duh!”
“…Will they really?”
“…I’m at least glad to know that it’s not for you.”
Well…I guess it’s fine so long as someone replies, even if it’s in secret.
With that, Marco felt that the case of this letter was over. However, he had planted the seeds of endless rumors among the *Survey Corps.
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*It’s likely here, the Official Translator, Ko Ransom, had made a mistake in translation and meant to say “Training Corps”! (• ε •)
A/N- I hope you guys like this chapter! Thank you for all the love in the first chapter!!
Warning- SLOWBURN, Angst, fluff, long chapter.
Pairing- Jean Kirstein x reader, Reiner Braun x reader
Episode- 1x04 (so this does include only minimal spoilers!)
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Your knock echoes inside the room once and you remain still and quiet to wait for a response. Once you don’t get one you decide to lift your fist again to knock once more, but before you could urge to be let in, the door swings open and you see Levi walking back to his desk.
“I don’t know why you insist on waiting for me to open the door. Just come in after one knock.” He complains to you while he keeps his eyes on his paperwork and sits back on his chair.
“Well,” you shrug whilst you step inside and shut the door gently behind you. “I don’t know what you could be doing in here. I’m just being respectful.”
