Attack On Titan One Shots

WTF Man?!?

Okay. Before you read this....  I'm gonna warn you. I have no idea what possessed me to write this. It was originally a Christmas Eve "gift" to a friend of mine. Her name is Emmaleigh, her account is EmmaArlert.

Some of the stuff doesn't exactly line with AOT but please ignore that...  It's weird anyways.

I've decided to start dedicating the chapters to people who vote or comment. If no one does... *cries*... It will be my followers.

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Disclaimer: No Jeans were hurt in the making of this one shot.

Signing dreamily, Emmaleigh continues to stare after her beloved. He might not know it yet, but they've been dating for exactly 246 days, 6 hours, 15 minutes, and 45…46…47… seconds.

He notices her staring and glares daggers, knowing all too well her little obsession. She sighs again, her heart doing summer sults. "Senpai noticed me... "  she whispers, tapping her nail for each second that passes.

He turns his back to her, trying to ignore her. He can practically feel Emmaleigh's stare boaring holes into the back of his head. She stands and creeps up behind her Horseface, and ever so gently leans forward and smells him.

He stiffens and jerks away, "What the hell, man?!"

She smiles at him, a smile so creepy it makes Jean want to go cry to his mother, and says, "Your sheets smell like you." Emmaleigh then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, squear piece of white fabric. Lifting it to her nose, she inhales deeply and exhales a sigh of delight.

Beyond mortified, not to mention scared for his life, Jean slowly starts backing away.

Emmaleigh sees his movement but refuses to accept him trying to get away. "Jean-y~" She cooes, pulling a cookie out of her jacket pocket, she offers it to him, "It's chocolate chip, your favorite kind!"

Before Jean can even react, Emmaleigh advances on him and shoves the cookie into his mouth. At first it tastes pretty good to him, despite the circumstances, but then he started tasting something rather foul.

His mind becomes muddled as he tries to work out what is happening. Emmaleigh starts to sing a song she wrote for the two of them and guides him away, down the stairs, and into a dungeon room.

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"Ah... what the hell...?" Jean groans as he slowly starts to regain consciousness.

"Oh Jean, you sleepy head!" An annoying voice says from somewhere in the darkness that surrounds him. He tries to move, but quickly discovers he has been tried to a chair.

"What the hell?! Where the fuck am I?!" Jean screams, straining against his bonds. Chains rattle, and cold bites his wrists. He jerks again, finally figuring out his wrists have manacles on them.

A sudden light switches on, blinding him for far too long.

"Silly, don't move, it will only sap your energy!" Emmaleigh says, coming out from behind the light and smiling at him. He notices something in her hand, but can't quiet make it out.

Only when she sits in his lap does he recognize it as a saddle.

"I wanna play horsey!" She demands, starting to free him from the chair. As soon as he is unbound by the chair, he lunges himself at her, still attached to the manacles.

Just before he hits her, Emmaleigh pulls something out from behind her back, touches it to his chest.

He stops mid stride and collapses, curling in on himself, his face becoming red with effort. As the electricity leaves his system, he gasps in a strained voice, "What the fuck was that?!"

"Oh did you like that? I've got plenty more where that came from! It's an electric prod I had Hanji make for me, how thoughtful!" Emmaleigh laughs, swinging the short stick around in her hands.

"Bastard! Stay the hell away from me! " Jean yells in vain as she comes towards him, picking up the fallen saddle.

"I want to play horsey." she demands again.

"Go to hell!" He yells, receiving another jolt of electricity.

"I can't, Satan still has a restraining order against me!" Her giggle scares the shit out of him, and when she demands to play horsey again, he shakily raises to his knees.

He grunts as Emmaleigh secures the saddle on him and sits.

"Gitty up!" she cheers and slaps his butt.

Gritting his teeth, he moves forward but collapses. Emmaleigh prods him again, but he doesn't move.

"Baby? Sweetest? Suckles, what's wrong?!" She screetches, gathering Jean into her arms. His head lolls to the side, eyes closed and sweat making his hair stick to his face.

Panicked, she kisses the dead corpse in her arms, "Come on, Beautiful, I was just kidding! Wake up now!"

He doesn't move. He doesn't breath. He doesn't kiss back.

"It's okay… It's okay...  I prepared for this... I'll be right back, Fruitloops, I'll take care of it." She whispers, cupping his face and squeezing slightly.

She gently lays him on the floor and goes to uncover a hastily built wooden coffin. She drags his body over, tears spilling from her eyes. "I love you, horse cake...  I will always love you."

After placing his body into the casket, she begins filling it with salt. "We can always be together, my love. Together forever...  Just you and I. Our little secret..." She says rubbing enough salt from his face away to kiss his lips. She fixes it and then covers the box, leaving a single red rose on the lid.

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I told you it was weird....