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Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) CHAPTER 1

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We now begin the enlistment ceremony for the 104th Training Corps!

You stood to attention, eyes ahead, back straight. This was it – your first step on the path to the inner walls. You cast a sideways glance at Jean, who stood beside you with a confident smirk on his face. It always surprised you how much he had grown over the last two years – in body and in ego. The two of you exchanged a self-assured grin before turning your attentions to the man who had stepped into view before the group.

“I am Keith Shadis, and I had the misfortune to be assigned to train you sorry bastards!”

His voice echoed out over the field, reaching the ears of every trainee. His shrewd, sunken eyes scanned the crowd and you felt suddenly vulnerable in your place in the fifth row. They seemed to fix on you for a moment, narrowing almost imperceptibly as you tried your hardest to keep your face free from any betraying emotion.

“Now, I’m not here to welcome you. Right now, you are mere cattle, fit for nothing but titan food. No… You’re less than cattle!”

You gritted your teeth. Who was this guy? What gave him the right?

“In three years, we will take you worthless pieces of crap and train you, give you the means to fight titans. In three years, when you stand before a titan, will you still be food? Or will you be a noble wall shielding the King? Or perhaps one of humanity’s glorious soldiers that slay titans? The decision is yours.”

There was silence as he finished his speech. No doubt every member of the 104th Training Squad had their eyes set on the option that meant guaranteed survival – the glory and honour that was a place in the Military Police Brigade.

You glanced around at the others, observing them from the corner of your eye. Most looked nervous, shaken by Shadis’ speech. Others, like Jean, bore an air of confidence around them and you suspected they would all be worthy rivals. A handful, however, stared ahead with eyes that looked as if they had seen too much, their faces expressionless, focused. You knew they would be the toughest competitors of all and you grimaced at the thought.

Turning your eyes back to the front, you noted that Shadis had begun to inspect the lines of soldiers-to-be. You watched with grim fascination as he picked out a blond boy from the third row.

“You there! Who are you?”

“Armin Arlert from Zhiganshina, sir!”

“Oh yeah? That’s a stupid name! Did your parents give it to you?”

The poor boy looked terrified. “My grandfather, sir.”

The bald man leaned down until he was practically nose to nose with the younger boy. His eyes narrowed.

“Why are you here, Arlert?”

“Trying to aid humanity’s victory, sir!” cried Armin, his hand shaking in its position over his heart as sweat poured from his brow.

Sorry to say kid, but you won’t be helping anyone in that condition, you thought bitterly.

“Well,” continued Shadis. “Isn't that just wonderful.” His cruel yellow eyes bored into the boy’s brilliant blue.

“Then you can feed the titans. THIRD ROW, ABOUT FACE!”

You watched him move from one sorry face to the next, leaving each one shell shocked and shaking like a leaf in his wake. He broke them one by one, almost methodically dashing their hopes and dreams. This was going to be a tough three years…

As you watched, you noticed he had already skipped past a handful of trainees, eyeing them with a look akin to respect as he passed them by. You noted that they had been the ones you had singled out before, those with the hard gazes and stoic expressions. Silently, you wondered what they had been through, but you feared you already knew the answer. You shuddered. Most, if not all, had probably lost someone at the hands of a titan.

You were pulled from your musings with a start as the voice of Keith Shadis sounded close by.

“WHO ARE YOU!?”

It took you a moment to realise he was addressing Jean, not you. You let out a small sigh of relief.

“Jean Kirschtein from Trost!”

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

Jean seemed caught off guard for a moment, before that familiar smirk began to spread across his face once more.

“I’m going to join the Military Police for a life deep within the walls.”

Shadis glared down at him for a moment before leaning in close, eyes fixed on your friend. Jean leaned back involuntarily, but no matter what he did he could not escape the contempt that seemed to waft from the bald man like a bad scent.

“Is that so…” he said, his voice frighteningly calm.

“Yes,” replied Jean, without a moment’s hesitation, but the smirk was wiped from his face as with a loud crack, his forehead came into contact with Shadis’ apparently rock-like skull. The boy fell to the ground, clutching his head in pain as he shook with the strain of trying to hold back his tears.

You snickered at him and he shot you an angry, red-rimmed glare from his spot in the dust, but your laughter was cut short as you found yourself face to face with Shadis himself. You felt rather than saw the trainees around you cringe.

“Who the fuck are you?” he growled, and you scrambled to offer him a competent salute.

“[Name] [Last Name] from Trost, sir!” you cried.

“You think this is funny, [Last Name]?”

“No, sir!”

“Let me guess… Military Police?”

You faltered. ‘Y-yes, sir.”

“THE MILITARY POLICE HAS NO PLACE FOR CLOWNS AND JOKERS, TRAINEE!” he roared.

“Yes, sir!”

He offered you one last, scrutinizing glare, before moving on to the boy beside you. You let out your pent up breath and relaxed your salute. You seemed to have attracted the attention of a number of trainees around you. All of them avoided your gaze as you scanned the rows – all except one boy. You recognised him as one of those Shadis had skipped over, but there was something about him that seemed strikingly familiar, which was reciprocated in his shocked expression. You were sure you had seen those ocean green eyes somewhere before…

You glanced away quickly, an unwelcome blush colouring your cheeks, and returned your attention to Shadis, who was now glaring daggers at a girl eating a… Potato? You watched with pity at the horror dawning on her face as she was told she would run laps until she dropped.

You exchanged a concerned glance with Jean. This was truly about to be three years of hell…



>>> Prologue
>>> Chapter 2
I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GUYS D; I've been trying to get this finished forEVER but thanks to uni and lack of inspiration it took WAAAAY longer than it should have.

But on the plus side, I got to take my time with it, and overall I think I'm happy, even though nothing much has happened yet. Mostly just reiteration of the show.

I promise I will not take so long to upload the next chapter this time :P

Attack on Titan belongs to Hajime Isayama

Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) PROLOGUE
Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) CHAPTER 2
Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) CHAPTER 3
Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) CHAPTER 4
Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) CHAPTER 5
Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) CHAPTER 6
Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) CHAPTER 7
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Nice strory do you mind if i redraw the photo please i dont want any plagerism so pleaseeeee