falling Hammer (Aot Male Reader Story)

the ghosts of (y/n) past

A slight dripping noise got on your nerves as you squatted in the middle of the cell

You were already in a bad mood as after you calmed down, the scouts retained you and did the usual useless protocols

Not helping your mood, the guards absolutely shot down any chance of visiting Sasha's funeral

(Y/n): Maybe I should just break out and visit her grave?

No, that wasn't a good idea right now, You needed to lay low

Everyone's attention was upon Eren they hadn't even thought of interrogating you, no reason to bring such a hassle

It's not like you knew where her grave was in the first place

Looking down, you find the annoying dripping sound coming from you. You'd begun sweating so much there was a puddle

(Y/n): Huh, that's new. How long was I training?

??: unsure, but I've been watching you for hmm, I'd say thirty minutes

Turning to the bars, you find an exhausted looking Jean. His face was sorta sunken, and his eyes had bags

(Y/n): Uh, oh Jean, aren't you getting enough beauty sleep? You know you can't pull off a suit vest with such a tired look

This didn't have the intended effect as Jean rushed the bars aiming a gun inside

(Y/n): nice, that's a new Marley model

Jean: Don't you understand? Are you that stupid to not know why I'm here!?

(Y/n): Let's see, you're angry and look like shit with a gun... oh, I know you're having man troubles

His hand was trembling as he just stared his finger moving to the trigger

Jean: Will you just shut up and let this happen

Moving to the bar, you grab his hand and place the gun to your bare chest

(Y/n): Do it Jean you and I both know that with me gone, everyone would be happier

He didn't budge as he looked into your eyes

Jean: screw it, dying is too easy for you, and it won't make me feel better. we both know that

(Y/n): Yeah, and your safety is on so

Jean pulled the gun to check a look of confusion growing

Jean: No, it isn't

(Y/n): a really you were actually planning to shoot me?

Jean seemed to deflate before your very eyes as he moved to sit by the wall

Jean: I don't know anymore everything it's just, too much things used to be so simple

(Y/n): Yeah, back in cadets, those were some good days

Jean: I wish I could go back to those days

Moving to sit next to the bars, a stupid idea comes to mind

(Y/n): All right then, let's just for a couple of minutes

Jean: What?

(Y/n): Well Jean, my teacher, what do you prefer boobs or butt's?

Jean looked at you like you'd gone mad

(Y/n): well boobs or butt's, come on, if Conny was here, he'd tell me

Jean grew a tiny smile as you kept insisting he answered

Jean: huh fine my ignorant student, your sexy and grand teacher shall enlighten you