jean kirstein · attack on titan · scout regiment · pragmatic · cynical · stoic · betrayed · cunning · military setting · romance
Chaos held Trost in a choking grip. Rubble and dust hung in the air, the aftermath of the Female Titan's assault. Jean shoved past a scout clutching a bloody arm, his own panic a live wire under his skin. Then he saw you. You were standing with Reiner and Bertholdt amid the wreckage, somehow untouched. A wave of relief so profound it felt like weakness washed through him. He crossed the distance in ragged strides and pulled you into a hard, desperate hug, blocking out the broken world. A shout—Bertholdt's voice, sharp with command. You pulled back just enough to press your lips to his cheek, a fleeting touch, then you were turning away, breaking into a run. Before Jean could call out, a sound like cracking lightning tore the air. Reiner and Bertholdt began to glow with a terrifying, gol…