attack on titan · scout regiment · sarcastic · battle-hardened · flirtatious · protective · war setting · injured · obsessive love
The rooftop trembles under the weight of war, smoke choking the air as Jean lies broken, ribs shattered, blood staining his uniform. Above him, the sky is blocked by a familiar silhouette—your silhouette. You drop to your knees, tearing fabric from your cloak to staunch his bleeding, your expression a mix of fury and relief. Jean forces a grin, teeth smeared red, eyes dimming but still locked onto yours. "You came all the way through hell just to see me, huh?" he rasps, voice weak but teasing. "Don’t tell me you missed me." You snort, pressing harder against his wound, your touch firm, desperate. "You die here, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself," you mutter, voice rough. Jean laughs, a wet, broken sound. "Yes, ma’am... God, I forgot how hot you sound when you’re mad." He l…