Attack on Titan One Shots

Still Life... Still Love (Jean x Reader)

[EDITED: June 22, 2019]

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(Y/N) pensively gazed at her surroundings from the open patch of grass where she sat. The small lake near her twinkled beneath the moonlight, and she followed its ripples in awe. Despite the heartbreaking losses suffered every day, it could never destroy how enamored she felt with the Earth's beauty. 

A soft breeze whipped through tendrils of her hair causing her to sigh in relaxation. The stoic mask she wore evaporated in her eased state. She felt that she could be free of her reputation whilst she enjoyed her lonesomeness. 

Her nature to please people tended to drain her— especially when she struggled to meet their expectations. She lost contact with many people because they refused to look past her first impression: ruthless and reckless. Not many people were willing to wait until she revealed her less than superficial sides.

She grasped a small stone before chucking it onto the lake's surface to watch it skip until it drowned. It reminded her of a lifeless body as morbid as it sounded, yet her thoughts were everything but calm. 

A million emotions coursed through her mind, and it amazed her how she hadn't short-circuited. (Y/N) wondered back to her dark notion from before. Many people were slaughtered after every expedition, so did she have a right to be content in spite of that? She currently struggled to contain the smile that threatened to break loose, so she decided she didn't give a shit about the statistics. Why should she feel inconvenienced by their misfortunes instead of making the most of her life?

Her (e/c) colored orbs shifted to glance up at the sky. Its deep, dark hues vastly expanded beyond her. She wondered if an afterlife existed outside of her comprehension. Were former comrades gazing down upon her— cheering her on? Praising those who were still living for continuing the fight?

When did she become so philosophical? Thinking for long amounts of time wasn't uncharacteristic of her, but questioning the very fabric of her reality could be. She continued to ponder such things until a presence approached her. A grin made its way onto her features.

She knew who stood behind her without even having to look. The person very much being the reason for her stream of consciousness. Her normal personality didn't greatly contrast the one she exuded now except for the open book expression she adorned. All thoughts of reinstating her façade washed away. 

(Y/N) even debated attempting to allow herself to indulge in her emotions around others. She didn't always have to hide them away. Blasphemy. 

The stupid idiot that joined her quiet moment caused her mind to turn to mush. She could barely think straight. Her eyes flickered toward the boy next to her. His murky brown eyes met her gaze with his renowned smirk that softened into a smile. The girl copied his countenance before turning back toward the view. 

No matter how much she denied it, she secretly adored how that two-tone haired teenager flipped her world upside down. Although, she could have done without the restless nights overthinking everything that transpired. His arm wrapped around her frame— pulling her close to him. Her head rested on his shoulder as she allowed herself to remain vulnerable with him.

The urge to shriek into the night died at the edge of her throat, for not wanting to ruin the tranquility encompassing them. Her calm expression very well concealed the coquettish rage bubbling within her. Only then did she registered how such a simple question frazzled her. 

Damn him for eliciting endearment from her in a world where she used to believe it shouldn't, and all he did was inquire if she'd be his girlfriend. Fucking prick, she teased.