" we made it . "
; an au where the rumbling
never happened and
paradis is finally
at peace.
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Jean Kirstein.
An egotistical prick with severe attachment issues and an annoying tendency to brag about every little petty accomplishment. He wanted to join the military police, to live a snug life within wall sina as opposed to chasing a suicidal daydream far from reach.
But peace wasn't as far away as expected.
...
"I don't think I'll make it either way," you admitted solemnly as you pushed your food around your plate.
"What redeeming qualities do I have? Be honest." Jean's face softened as he went deep into thought.
"You're good at ODM gear," he said, trying to bring your hopes up.
"Have you seen me? I'm practically a fish out of water when it comes to ODM. Just feed me to the titans already." you shoved a forkful of gritty mashed potatoes into your mouth.
"Aw, cmon. Lighten up a bit; we still have another six months to graduate. I'm sure Shadis will ease up and let you practice some more." he gave you a hopeful grin before returning to his dinner.
...
855.
The war was over.
Marley and Paradis came to the terms of the armistice and agreed to step away from active warfare for the time being. Both sides had held far too many casualties to be considered a victorious battle.
But it was over, at last.
No more titans, no more fights.
No more death.
"Hey Jean," you murmured, "We did it." you staggered over to a tree, your uniform soaked in the blood of her fallen comrades. The war was over, but at what cost?
Sasha was dead-sacrificed at the hands of the enemy. God knows how many more unnamed soldiers still hid in the mess of the rubble.
"Hey, hey, are you alright?!" Jean sheathed his guns and crouched beside you. he placed his hands under your jaw and brought your head up to look at him.
"It's alright; it's over now. We're safe," he assured, his voice still trembling from exhilaration. He was still smiling, though.
The same smile he had when he swore an oath to protect you, no matter what was the same smile he had at graduation.
The same smile he had when you first met.
"Your eyes are beautiful. Have I said that before?" you grinned hazily, leaning back against the tree. You swore you saw a faint blush taint the bridge of his nose.
"Now's not the time for that," he muttered. It was always minor acts of praise that got his ego simmering up under his skin.
"Well, when will it be? There's no more fighting to be done. We can do whatever we want, for example, this."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, pressing your lips against his- his stubble roughly grazing against your skin as you drew your fingers down his jaw.
"You're a smooth bastard; I love it," he smirked against your lips.
