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The Warrior Jean AU

Prompt 1

It was not a surprise that there was a Warrior hiding among the Survey Corps who wasn't a Shifter. Someone who had infiltrated at the same time and seemed relatively normal. Someone perfect for delivering messages to the comrades waiting outside the walls.

That Warrior was Jean Kirstein. A cadet among the 104th Trainee Corps who had his eyes locked onto the safety of the Military Police. His goal had been to assist Annie there, but after getting too involved with the others and being attached to someone he was not supposed to, he joined the Survey Corps instead. Losing Marco had been a punishment for nearly forgetting who he was (by Reiner, the fucking hypocrite). Yes, he knew very well who killed him and was threatened with the same fate. Yet he had decided to follow what 'Soldier Jean Kirstein' would do against the orders from the shifter Warriors. They couldn't afford to kill him. Not when they still needed him.

When Annie was lost to the crystal, Jean felt a surge of guilt. He didn't do anything. Instead he kept to his own cover and watched her fall. Yet, the show must go on. He could have joined Reiner and Bertolt in capturing Eren and leaving the walls, but he was ordered to fall back and stay as a spy.

What a mess he had been caught in. Now it was days before they would set course towards Shiganshina. He knew the Warriors would be waiting there. He knew he could return home. All he needed to do was keep his cover until then while still sending messages about the plans he heard.

He just wanted this to be over.

Prompt 2

Shit. Shit. Shit. How did he screw up? He hadn't done anything suspicious - at least none that he noticed. Yet here he was, zipping through the air with his gear, running from one rooftop to another alley and towards the nearby walls for safety. The shouts from behind made the hairs in the back of his neck go up.

Ah. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Jean Kirstein, the most wanted man in the Military. That's what he had wanted to be as a joke - but not this way. Not with the lust for his blood following him anywhere he went.

There was no one inside the walls who could help him either. Bertholt and Reiner were gone. Annie was stuck in her crystal. It was just him against all everyone else with no chance to even rest.

Jean was good at preserving his gas, but even that was about to fail him. Either he needed a plan B or to kill someone to get some new gas so he could continue on his way.

There was no way he'd surrender.

Prompt 3

Clink. The first thing Jean heard upon waking up was a clink of chains as he moves. He was lying on a bed. The room was cold and uncomfortable and he could recognize it the second he opened his eyes.

Jean was honestly surprised he was still alive. He had half-expected either Mikasa or Eren cutting his head off the minute they found him, but instead he was knocked unconscious and dragged into the underground cells. On a second thought, he should have known it would end like this. It's not like them to just mindlessly kill their enemies. They wanted information. They needed information. That's why they had wanted Annie alive and at least Jean wasn't able to shut himself inside a crystal, so the chances were marginally better.

"Was it really necessary to chain me down though? I ain't a shifter, that's been confirmed already", Jean talked out loud in a very annoying sounding tone. Just to annoy whoever might be close by. "Seriously, talk about stupid precautions."

Prompt 4

Come up with something else.

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Mikasa reaches Jean fuck long before anyone else. She is their fastest right now with midget being out of action for the moment after everything and she is rushing to him like a mad woman.

For very different reasons than anyone might think, that she's doing it for when she's at least good at keeping her poker face and acting in check for looking like she'll kill him as soon as she can.

Her plan is to tackle him from mid-air but he heads to that alley before she can do it. That works too, even though for any normal person it would possibly mean dying to go after him there now but Mikasa has never been normal...

She tackles him from the air there instead, lifting them both up and against the wall of the alley with him between her and that.

Others are still miles away from there. She would have time....

Whatever Jean might be expecting to happen next is probably not what happens now, when Mikasa takes one step closer to get their lips together for a fiercely passionate kiss.

Edited 2018-02-20 22:59 (UTC)

Jean had both hoped, feared and known that the first person to reach him would be Mikasa. Hoped, because if he needed to die, he would want to be finished by someone he loved. Feared, because he didn't want to see the resentment in her eyes. Known, because it's Mikasa. She's the best. She's always been the best. Jean had often wondered how their relationship would be if he wasn't a Warrior.

But he was and this would be his end. Either Mikasa would show mercy and kill him straight away or drag him to be questioned or even tortured for information. There's no way he would try to kill her for her equipment and even if he would, he wouldn't succeed.

If only he had kissed her at least once.

Being tackled from air and pinned against the walls makes his heart beat fast. Being so close to Mikasa had always been dangerous for his heart. It became clear that she didn't intend to kill him. He'd already be dead if that were the case. So she'd wait until the others would--

The kiss comes as a surprise. Something he didn't expect at all. It's clearly passionate and packed with feelings and Jean is drawn to answer it the same kind of passion. His feelings... were returned?

Ouch. What a way to find out.

When Hange can't sleep after rowdy campaigns, she walks the camp at night. It's a habit ingrained through long years of struggle and she's nearly soundless in the dark, pacing through the tents, walking through the mess, strolling through where the horses are staked out to stroke noses and check hooves...

It's a ritual that always soothes her mind and leaves her ready to rest at last. Of course, it's also a practical measure to catch any soldiers who might be squabbling or literally fucking around on the job, and it's one that captures other night owls now and again. Perhaps Jean has something to be keeping him awake, these days?

The night is the best time of the day to deliver messages. The shifter who picks up the information can move them and there are less soldiers around. It was still risky, but it would have been even riskier during the day.

What Jean's usually been good at is avoiding his superiors, so seeing Hange immediately tenses him up. He immediately salutes as they run into each other, trying to relax best he can as he starts coming up with a reason why he's out there and not sleeping.

"Squad Leader Hange - good evening."

Luckily, his excuse has been somewhat premade for him. It's normal for soldiers to get the jitters before big missions, and the revelation of the Colossal and Armored Titans as sleeper agents shook everyone up.

"Out and about so late?" It's not said in an accusatory tone. "Feeling restless, soldier?"

With no accusatory tone, Jean relaxes a bit more. At least there didn't seem to be a need for a makeshift excuse. Hange was likely used soldiers pacing around nervously at night, considering how long she had already been a soldier.

"Yes. It's hard to settle down when I think about the next mission." That wasn't really a lie. He just had different reasons to be nervous than most.

The best lies always have a grain of truth in them, don't they? And Hange has clear memories of her days of a younger soldier. That's something she can completely understand.

It might interfere with his drop tonight, though. Hange waves a hand.

"Walk with me."

It is nearing the time he was supposed to go deliver his report for his contact. There was the risk that he'd run late if he walked with Hange. Even worse, it would be difficult to go where he needs to after likely walking back towards the sleeping quarters.

Yet, trying to explain why walking with you superior at this time of night would look a bit suspicious. At least he'd think so.

"Yes sir."

It's good thinking on Jean's part; Hange would become much more suspicious if he tried to shake her off. In fact, she'd seize onto him somewhat more firmly. His being out of barracks and awake at this late hour is currently sensible and explicable, and it's better for Jean if it stays that way.

Unaware of his calculations, Hange leads them towards the horses, relaxed in shared silence.

"What's on your mind, soldier?" Because she can guess, if he's awake, there's something.

The direction isn't the one he is supposed to be going, but it's still closer than the barracks would be. Still, it didn't change the situation one bit. His contact would just either need to wait until later or come back the next evening. Late reports would likely annoy the hell out of the Warriors waiting in Shiganshina, but there's very little he could do about that. As long as they got the information before they went there, it would have to do.

"I've just been thinking about how much has happened in such a short span of time. It's hard to believe, even if it's happening right here and now."

"It's the kind of thing that keeps you awake at night, isn't it? A year ago, I wouldn't have imagined the circumstances we're in. Who knows how things will change in the next month?"

Without making a big deal about it, Hange is moving them towards the stables. She's always found the horses soothing. They require her to move carefully, and that can be good for awareness, and there's an understanding that can be found with the big animals that's easier than can be found with people sometimes.

Jean also thinks spending time with horses can be very calming. It's kind of ironic, considering he's being called a horse face, but he doesn't really mind that.

"I guess it all depends on this mission. If we make it to the basement..."

"It's exciting, isn't it?"

And also frightening, although Hange has thought so much about her own death since she became a scout that it's too familiar a thought to have as much zip as it once might have.

"We could learn a lot, or it could be information we possess already..."

"I wouldn't really say looking at death in the eye is exciting", Jean comments, voice rather blunt. It had never been in his best interest to actually get too close to danger. It's why he had wanted to join the Military Police.

Then stuff happened.

"You're just not looking at it from the proper perspective. The body has many of the same physical responses to fear as it does from excitement. And anything that leads us nearer to victory is exciting."

Of course, it could also lead them to crushing defeat... they're at the stable at last, and Hange pushes the gate open and looks in. It's dark, but slightly lit by moonlight and the few lamps around camp that still burn this time of night.

"I... suppose I need to look at things again from another perspective, yeah", Jean admits, even though sounding very unsure. Then again, the thought of victory had slipped away from him ages ago. Right now he couldn't care less about winning anything.

Jean makes his way to one of the horses nearby - the one he always uses on missions - and pets her muzzle.

The barn is filled with snoring, sighing horses, the smell of horse, the steady presence of creatures who lead simple lives, really. Creatures who don't feel the fear and stress that their human riders do at the thought of venturing outside the walls; creatures who don't even think of venturing outside the walls til they're there.

Hange leans in the doorway.

"Going outside yourself, so to speak, breaking the patterns that your mind likes... it's healthy sometimes. It helps put things in perspective."

Jean's horse is also very sleepy, but very appreciative of the pets, as can he heard from the small neighs she makes. After a while, Jean leaves her to sleep in peace.

Then his attention is fully back at Hange. "It's true that I've never come back inside the walls the same person... or missions in general. Every one of them is a life changing event."

It's relaxing to gaze into the dark. Horses are so strongly associated with good and soothing memories to Hange that even the smell calms her. She shifts off the wall as Jean comes back, gestures Jean to follow her, and leads them back towards camp.

"Young soldiers become adults when they venture outside the walls. No matter how afraid you felt on that first journey, you survived, and helped your friends to survive. That means something, you know?"

She walks as she speaks, leading them criss-crossing through the camp, checking for where action might be. The night is cool.

"Bring that same spirit with you this time. We need that."

Jean follows after Hange, still not trying to excuse himself to leave to his own direction. To be honest, he's already given up on the chance of going over to where he's supposed to be and instead plays the proper soldier.

Even if he wanted to laugh at helping his "friends". Who were really his friends anymore? He wasn't sure.

"Yes. I will do what I can."

Hange is really mostly satisfied with how this has gone. She lags back and claps a hand on his shoulder.

"We're glad to have you with us."

Jean tenses a bit at the hand on his shoulder. It's a natural reaction, surely, but he still feels stupid for letting himself react like that. Just relax. Everything was absolutely fine.

"I'm honored you think that, Squad Leader."

Jean is lucky that so far, many of his nervous reactions can be interpreted as merely the characteristics of a green soldier unnerved by so much attention from a superior officer.

"Ready to go to bed?"

If it had been any other situation that Hange had met him in, like just before heading to his meeting place or returning from there, it would have likely been a different story. Now he had less reason to be so nervous and he hadn't needed to tell tales. So all in all, he had successfully avoided extra curiosity.

Jean nods. "Yeah. I'm starting to feel a bit more tired and more calm at least."

"Good. Get some rest, soldier. You'll need it for what's coming."

Hange should follow her own advice, and will soon enough. For now she's glad to have soothed someone she's in charge of even a little.

Jean did a quick, polite salute before heading inside. He didn't feel tired at all, not really. Instead his mind was awake and picturing how soon he would be leading his supposed conrades to their deaths. Including Hange.

Then all this nauseating soldier play would come to an end.

It was finally time for the final preparations before the Survey Corps would head towards Shiganshina in the cover of the night. Jean had successfully been able to send his information to his fellow Warriors and felt relieved that his mission was finally nearing its end.

Squad Levi was called for a final briefing. That's what Jean was told and he was headed towards the building that would host the meeting. He was already in full gear and ready like many others.

It was strange that he hadn't seen any of his teammates yet, even if they were all supposed to be meeting there. Were they already there or did he get the wrong time? Out of habit, he moved his hand a little closer to his inside pockets as he walked inside. Just in case. He had been as careful as he could be and more, but somehow he felt uneasy.

He has good instincts; he's right to be uneasy, because even as he comes deeper into the building his comrades seem to be quite absent. Well, there are soldiers moving about and doing what they do, but no one from 104 or any of the new scouts from other regiments. No one who'd be Jean's peer in age.

Hange and Levi are waiting in the meeting room, both of them seated behind a wide desk. There's a chair in front of this desk for Jean. Moblit is there, of course, and a few other adult scouts. Erwin is not in attendance. Hange nods toward the chair when Jean comes in. "Take a seat, soldier."

Well, didn't this seem promising. This definitely didn't seem like a briefing for a squad; It was more like an interrogation which admittedly makes him nervous. He doesn't want to let that show too much, so instead he forced himself into a salute as he walks in. He only lets the salute drop when Hange tells him to sit down.

"Has something happened?" He asks, deciding that to be the most neutral way of questioning the situation.

Hange smiles affably, leaning back in her seat. "No, we're giving you a special private briefing for the upcoming mission. You'll have an important part to play, Jean."

Then she raises a hand. The two scouts standing at the door lunge at Jean to grapple him out of the chair. Levi hurls himself over the desk, hands stretched out to force fingers into Jean's mouth and put a grip around his throat.

The problem with keeping his eyes on mostly Hange and Levi, the most dangerous ones in the room, was that Jean didn't have any attention to spare for the scouts behind him. So when the situation changes abruptly, the scouts are successful with their advance. Jean is surprised, but still mostly focused on Levi and turns his head firmly away from the man's hands. Nothing he can do about the hand going for his throat, but at least he can block his fingers the best he can.

Though if they're expecting him to turn into a titan or even attempt to do so, there's definitely nothing that indicates that. Just normal defiance in this absurd situation he managed to land himself into.

Analysis of the situation hinted that Jean doesn't have the shifting ability; there's a strong probability he would've shifted and fought with Reiner and Bertholdt. And yet, it's not enough to be certain, because it might've been advantageous to leave on shifter behind, a single sleeper agent to drop a nasty payload of surprises on the scouts. Thus Levi forces his fingers into Jean's mouth, locking his other hand around Jean's jaw to discourage a bite.

Hange, who didn't leap for Jean, takes her time making her way around the desk, and crouches near his face.

"Relax, soldier." Her smile is hard to read. "We're just going to be moving this conversation. Don't get too excited."

Moving it underground, that is...

Jean can't help put curse a bit in his mind about Levi. He knew resistance would likely be futile, but he had tried anyway. Of course anything he did against them would just confirm their suspicions more, but with the way they were acting, he was pretty sure he wasn't in the position to argue that he's not a traitor.

While he's glaring at Hange, he nudges both of his wrists to let knives fall down his sleeves and onto his hands, immediately turning them around to point at the scouts holding onto him to stab them whenever he can reach. At least it's enough to make them back off so he can try pointing his weapons at both Hange and Levi. Keyword being try, but like hell is he going to just let them do their thing and surrender.

One knife tears his captor's forearm open; that guard lets go with a shriek. The other guard twists and the knife grazes the man's bicep. Levi tightens town on Jean further, and clobbers his captive across the face with a fist.

Hange reacts to the injured guard by grabbing the man and turning him to help put pressure on the wound. It's annoying to have to divide her attention this way.

"A damning gesture if nothing else was. Levi, beat him down."

Levi punches Jean in the face again.

The punch definitely hurts, the force strong enough to make him drop one of the knives. The other one had dropped when he had failed to properly hit the soldier still holding onto him. Jean curses under his breath, both from pain and frustration. There's not nearly enough time to be prepared for the next punch and he yelps.

"Like hell I'd make this easy for you..." Jean grumbles and attempts at kicking at Levi's legs. He'd fight as long as he was able to. Which likely wasn't wrong, but he was a Warrior.

Another punch to the other side of Jean's face - the poor kid will end up sporting two black eyes - and then a punch snapping his head back the other way, and then another punch, the other way. Levi is a punch-happy kind of guy. He takes the kick with only a grunt, but Jean won't flip him that easily; Levi is short but build of pure muscle and therefore heavy. Hange has removed her jacket and tied it around her comrade's wound, then turns to Jean and aims a kick at his head from her standing position.

The amount of punches makes Jean feel dizzy. Most of the resistance in him fades, even if refuses to look anything but angry and defiant while receiving the beating.

It doesn't even register to him that Hange had shifted her focus again so the kick successfully lands and knocks him out. His body slumps against the soldier behind him and he's completely unconscious.

Good. While he's unconscious, he's restrained: hands gloved and cuffed behind his back so he won't be able to use them to break his skin, legs hobbled, and a bit-styled gag forced into his mouth so he can't bite off a piece of his tongue. If he had a titan form to take advantage of, he probably would have used the knives on himself, so Hange won't take any chances.

From there he's moved to a conveniently-cleared underground holding area. It probably once had a purpose made by some business, or was used by people. Now it's only used by scouts, especially those who work specifically under Hange.

There he will wake sooner or later. Tied to a chair, the bit loosed (for now), and a bucket of cold water poured over his head. Hange holds the bucket and stands back to watch him for signs of wakefulness.

Getting cold water poured on him is not the most pleasant way to wake up, but it's not the worst way either. Jean tries to move his hands to wipe away at some of the water in his eyes, but notices he can't. Right. Of course he'd have no luxury of doing that. Not to mention the unpleasant feeling of something around his mouth area, at least the remaining feeling of it. He's not sure.

Now that he's awake, the pain of being beaten up by Levi and kicked by Hange dawns on him and he grimaces, slowly opening his eyes now that most of the water has fallen past his face.

Of course it's Hange. Who else would it be? Jean settles for an angry glare, waiting to see what happens now.

Edited (just made a more appropriate icon for this and changed it) 2018-06-28 22:15 (UTC)

"Welcome back to the land of the living," Hange says, as she sets the bucket aside. There's a spare chair facing Jean's; Hange pulls it a little bit closer (only a little because she'd like to stay out of spitting range) and takes her seat. "Have you given up on pretending you're one of us?"

Too bad, he'd gladly spit on her face. Jean tests to see how well he's tied up, only ending up looking more annoyed than anything. Especially at the precautions.

"You're treating me like a freaking shifter. I don't think I have the luxury to pretend anything anymore."

Some other time, perhaps. Hange's face falls, somewhat, then her expression hardens.

"I'd so hoped we were wrong. As if three traitors in our midst weren't bad enough..."

"Oh, woe is you", Jean says with a very nonchalant tone. "You can start planning on my execution already. I'm not doing any talking."

"An execution would be much too easy." Her smile is back, measured and cold. "As for you not talking - well, we'll have to experiment with that, won't we?"

The smile is met with a glare. "So Shiganshina is postponed so you can play with a prisoner?"

"Maybe it is. Were you and your lot on a schedule? Are we interrupting it?"

"Sounds like all of us will miss dinner back home. Tragic really..."

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sorry this took so long hhhhh

it's alright ♥

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