#I only care for jeankasa and jeankasa only

[aquariusaurus]

I should post something about jeankasa here, I miss my parents

[theoneandonlyshipqueen4q]

As a shipper of both Mikasa's ships, I can safely say that Eremika fans are UNBEARABLY RUDE! Look, your ship didn't work and that's sad. But you can't say that whatever Jean and Mikasa might've had after the Rumbling was FAKE!!

The timeline we've seen was 10 years into the future, so she basically did mourn Eren as much as he wanted her to. She didn't "betray" Eren for moving on, she does not love him any less and neither does she not love her husband - hopefully Jean who is a sweetheart - any less!

When her loved one died, you cannot say that she doesn't deserve a second chance at love if she wanted to!!

[lucaaazd]

Snippet of a (not so) little Aruani story I’ve been working on. I love it so much and it’s helped me through some real trying times. Don’t have an ao3 account yet so thought I’d share a chapter on here :)

Premise: A decade after the Rumbling, Armin and Mikasa share a rare moment away from their families in the shade of their childhood tree. Armin opens up about his struggles to connect with one of his children, which leads him down a path of remembrance and reflection.

Ships: primarily Aruani, but a lottttt of other ships get a cameo as well. Eremika, Jeankasa, Jeanpiku, Mikannie, Reijean & more !

TW: (just in this chapter) mentions of abuse

Canon-compliant 💚

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Life happens.

Annie told him not to worry. She told him how years of physical and emotional abuse, compounded by the multitude of medical experiments Marley conducted on her had likely rendered her infertile.

Looking back, Armin realized he wanted to believe her more than he really did. Why risk it? It’s not like him. He’d read books about the human body and its resilient, unpredictable nature, especially when it comes to the uterus. He remembered flipping through some vividly illustrated pages fervorously at the ripe age of twelve when the librarian with the broken nose caught him, threatening to tie him up for the bit of inappropriate reading he’s doing. The town of Liana, an idle green village tucked away in the thickets of elms and cedars native to Northwestern Wall Rose, wasn’t exactly sizable. Armin often sought shelter in the only library in an hour’s horse ride, which was affiliated with the prestigious Askatu Institute of Science and Liberal Arts. He might have even gone to college if not for what happened to their hometown. Gran was already gone. No one cared if he read a couple books he’s too young for.

Still, ten years later, he’d let Annie lead him into those dark, unused train cars at the wee hours of dawn, words like fallopian tubes and ovulation burnt into his retina. How lame. Was he supposed to be thinking of those when the hand around his was soft and warm and he could feel the urgency in the way it squeezed and tugged him?

Armin's one of those boys who didn’t hit that growth spurt till about 15, with tiny prepubescent shoulders and a squeaky voice that stayed that way when everyone else was going through changes. Annie on the other hand - pretty much everyone had found themselves stealing glances at her at one point or another when they were kids, including Armin. There’s things he’d never even told Mikasa or Eren, including the time when he took it one step too far.

It was way before they became soldiers. He was eleven. He didn’t even know her name. All he knew was that she was an orphan with no one looking out for her. He just wanted to make sure she’s okay.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Him and Annie had reached the unspoken agreement of feigned forgetfulness regarding their encounters, if you could even call them that, back in those days.

One of the first nights after their enlistment, some dude made a tipsy remark along the lines of: “What’s her name again? Elaine? Right, Annie. Annie’s just cool man. There’s just something cool about her.” There was always a lot going on in the mess hall due to certain recruits still getting the hang of respectful communal living, but that comment in particular stood out against the rest. In all the wolf whistles, laughter and murmurs of agreement that ensued, Armin kept his mouth shut. He was kinda hoping they were talking about some other Annie. Come to think of it, he’s not even sure her name was Annie. It definitely wasn’t Elaine. She’d talked maybe twice since their first day and when she did, she was quiet like a mouse.

He couldn’t even remember that dude’s name or face now. He had a feeling he never figured out what exactly was cool about Annie. Probably squashed under her foot like a fly in Stohess. Soldiers from all three factions, including a lot of their fellow cadets, perished that day.

Still, a good number of well-intentioned admirers refused to believe Annie was a cold-blooded mass murderer long after her cover was blown. The rest harbored a justifiable burning hatred towards her based on the conclusion that she’s an insane, sadistic psycho bitch who deserved to get cut up slowly.

Armin knew for a fact that Annie herself leaned towards the second theory, no matter how much she tried to make it seem otherwise. He knew that since the day he watched her hungrily from his hiding spot behind a willow tree as a child, wonder decaying into horror when he realized what she was doing. He knew when she broke down into a manic fit of laughter at the mouth of the underground passageway he had hoped to lure her into. His initial trepidation bubbled into anger, then disgust, then a burning desire to see her bonded and gagged and find out exactly what lay behind those hollow, listless pupils. Her story, one he pieced together with what little could be extracted from her obstinate silence, was punctuated with way too many contradictions for one cohesive meaning to be teased out.

The art of deceiving was not a specialty of hers, hence the muteness. In that way and many other ways, she’s not at all like Reiner or Bertolt, who spewed out lie after lie with all the ingredients of a good story, combining fair quantities of truth and well-phrased speculation with a sprinkling of theatrical alterations to stir the flavors. It took Armin hours of studying Annie’s unresponsive form in the crystal, opening up time and unrolling it to its full length so that he could single out a quiet scoff, the clenching of a fist, replaying the moment frame by frame for signs of mental fissure or psychosomaticism. He kept descending the stairs to the basement where she was held captive, long after spectators’ footsteps grew farther and fewer in between and eventually diminished to the echo of one lone pair of boots, his own.

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This chapter is very stream of consciousness but I promise it’s not all gonna be like this 😭 anyways, if u made it this far, cheers and have a good day 💚

Luca 💚

[bluebird722]

After a Long Day

Summary: After a long day of working, a little private and family time are all Jean needs.

Rating: T for nudity

Pairing: Jeankasa

Author's Note: So...I noted in "Beyond the Tree on That Hill" that I was not entirely pro-Jeankasa but liked to read fanfiction and look at fanart. Well...now it's become my OTP, especially factoring in his character development throughout the series! I definitely have more drabbles coming, but this one took only an hour to write.

At last, the day was over. No more paperwork, or catching up on current events. No more writing letters to schedule appointments with overseas officials, or reading up on politics. No more reflecting on past pilgrimages, or reading up on notes from his fellow ambassadors from their previous posts, for future meetings. It was time to call it a day. 

After a nice, hot dinner with his family, Jean eagerly hurried to the bathroom blessed with indoor plumbing, turned on the phonograph, took off his clothes, and dipped himself into a hot bath. Leaning his head back over the edge of the tub, draping his arms over the smooth sides, and parting his legs helped him release the stress from his body. For some reason, he felt like he could breathe easier as though the hot water was like a sponge absorbing all the tension. He kept his eyes closed for two minutes, slid his head into the water, and pushed himself up to wipe his face. 

He swung his legs side to side, alternating between hitting his knees or moving them together. Making himself relax was itself stressful, but the music really helped. He didn’t know the music or composer, just that the genre was called jazz, but he didn’t really care to know the details. It was just something he knew about because Nicolo had the music player at his restaurant and played jazz for private dinner parties. Jean ignored the chill over his wet skin and watched his bent legs move along to the music. 

Knock, knock.

“Jean?”

Only two people would be forgiven for interrupting his private time. He smiled without looking up. “Yes?”

“May I come in?”

Jean pulled apart his legs again and struggled to not smile. “Yes, you may.”

Mikasa–his darling Mikasa, his beautiful wife of three years–walked into the bathroom and hurried to the sink. “How are you feeling? Better?”

“Much,” he sighed. He hung his head back again. “Care to join me?”

Mikasa huffed, though he barely heard it over the running sinkwater. “Maybe later.” After she dried her hands, she walked to the back of the tub and, to Jean’s surprise but overall delight, knelt behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. Jean moved his head to touch her shoulder and breathed in her sweet scent. “Better?”

“Much more,” Jean sighed. Her touch was like magic in healing him. She didn’t care that his wet hair was making her clothing wet. One hand drifted over his bare chest and stroked both sides of his collarbone. “I could stay like this forever.”

Mikasa kissed his cheek. “So could I.” She grabbed the shampoo bar and ran the square over his head. Jean tilted his head so she could lather the shampoo throughout every inch of his hair, including his nape and behind his ears. Jean remembered when they were first married, how they used to take baths together and wash each other’s hair out of the love they had for each other. 

Now, he had an even greater reason to love her.

Mikasa took her time with his crown and temples, her fingers massaging his scalp and quick to prevent anything going into his ear. Jean stared at the phonograph playing music and closed his eyes with a smile. He needed to close every day, good and bad, like this. His wife moved her hand, tickled his throat, and snaked down his chest, ribcage, and abdomen to finger the small hairs under his abdomen. 

Jean chuckled and slightly shivered at her gentle, ticklish touch. “That felt nice,” he said seductively. He received a kiss on the cheek and more tender strokes over the hairs around his more intimate region. Reluctantly, he pinched his nose and slid his head underwater one more time, where she helped him rinse the suds from his locks. 

When Jean sat back up, Mikasa patted his hair dry and folded her hands over his heart. “Are you truly happy with your life, Jean?” she asked. “I know today was a stressful day for you.”

“I am,” he said, “but yes, I was ready to be done.” Jean lowered himself into the bath water and stared ahead. “It’s not that all this research is burning me out, but…” He closed his eyes. “I had no idea it would be so hard thinking of compromises when you’re meeting with two countries at war with each other. It seems like every time you come up with a good idea, it could jeopardize even part of the other country’s economy somehow, or it violates their law in another way.” 

Mikasa pouted, something she rarely did unless she, too, could understand the challenge of avoiding catch-22s in peace negotiations. “I don’t know how to help, though,” she said.

“You are now,” he whispered, “by being here…but it would be nicer…if you took off your clothes and came in and let me love you up–”

She interrupted him with a kiss beside his eye but was giggling. She smoothed her hands down his arms to lace her fingers between his. He folded his arms so both pairs of hands were crossed over his chest and turned his head. She kissed him, first gently and then with more intensity. 

Jean kissed back just as hard. He could never tire of kissing her. He kissed her even when she was sick. Every kiss was a promise that more would follow, in good and bad times. He freed his right hand from hers so he could cup her face and deepen the kiss. With her left, she pulled his face to hers, sucking on his lips like they were a juicy fruit. Jean wondered if she suspected how hard he was becoming and that a familiar tugging was growing between his legs. 

A loud wail broke apart the couple and shifted them into parent mode. “She’s hungry,” said Mikasa. “I can tell.”

Jean chuckled. “Nine months in you, and you can tell when she’s too warm, too cold, or too tired. Heck, I still can’t believe you can be in a different room from her and know when she needs changing.”

Mikasa, chuckling, reluctantly stood up and left the bathroom. Jean had one minute to himself and the music, and then she returned with her blouse untucked and her baby girl at her breast. No matter what mood he was in, Jean never felt anything other than pure delight to see the one person he loved more than anything else in the world. 

Mikasa hummed to baby Sasha for five minutes until she stopped eating, and propped her onto her shoulder to pat her back. Jean smiled watching Sasha turn her head and flex her fingers until she let out a soft belch. “Want to say hi to Papa?” Mikasa whispered. Immediately, Sasha lifted her head, and when she saw Papa, she held out her arms to the man in the bathtub. 

Jean happily took her after Mikasa stripped off the baby’s clothes and diaper, and held her up so that her feet touched his chest. “Yes, baby,” he cooed, “even Papa needs bathtime, but not as often as you, because you soil and spit over your clothes every day.”

Sasha, who was already showing signs of her first teeth coming in, still stuck out her tongue between her gums in a smile, like she knew what he was saying. Jean lowered Sasha into the water up to her navel, and then back on her feet onto his chest. He kissed her cheeks and whispered how much he loved her that he didn’t even pay attention to his wife until he heard a splash. She had already disrobed and seated across from him in the tub, her bent legs together. Jean’s smile widen. “At last, you decided to come in.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, blushing. “She did spit milk over my blouse, so I might as well.” She hugged her legs and watched Jean plant kisses to Sasha’s tiny stomach, the inside of her forearm, and the back of her hand. Watching a father give love to his child warmed Mikasa every time, but seeing the way Jean fussed over and dote on their little girl, their Sasha, made her want to cry in delight.

Normally, Sasha hated bathtime, but she happily splashed her hands into the surface and kicked water to her father’s shoulders. Jean noisily kissed her cheeks to increase her laughter and pulled her up and down into the bath. “We haven’t even had a whole year with you, Sasha,” he said, “but I think I know now the best way to make sure you don’t whine when it’s bathtime. Of course, your mama and I will find out how to make it easier when you’re a little older and more bratty, but we will still love you with all our hearts, and more than anything else in the world.”

Sasha giggled, but then her smile fell. Her eyes crinkled like she was ready to cry.

“She’s hungry again,” Mikasa easily detected. She reached for their baby and sat up to easily guide Sasha’s mouth without dipping her ear under the water. Every time Jean watched his wife nurse their daughter, he noticed that she herself made a face like she was on the verge of tears, like it was the most beautiful way to bond a mother and baby.

“Stay right there,” said Jean. “I’ll be right back.”

Mikasa watched him stand up from the tub (and always admired how fit and toned his naked body was), dry himself, wrap the towel around his waist, and leave the bathroom. He came back with his sketchbook and charcoal. 

“Aren’t you–”

“It shouldn’t get wet,” he reassured her. “I’ll put it away when she starts kicking.” Jean quickly opened to a blank page and stole every detail he could, from the reflection of his wife’s knees in the water, to the curl of Sasha’s fingers, how Sasha’s cowlicks hid her face except the roundness of her cheek, and the adoration on Mikasa’s face when she studied her daughter.

Sasha finished before Jean was completely done, but he finished what he knew from memory as Mikasa patted her back. This time, after Sasha belched (and drooled out a little milk), she nuzzled her face into her mother’s neck and closed her eyes. Jean had enough space on his page to bring to life what he saw but did not want to commemorate with a camera. 

Mikasa waited for Jean to finish to reluctantly stand up, dry herself one handedly with a towel, let her husband tuck it around her hips, and carry the baby back to her nursery. Jean used this opportunity to drain the lukewarm water and pour in clean water, with a scrubbing of soap for bubbles. When Mikasa came back, she discarded the towel and sat across from him again. 

It seemed so long ago, Jean reflected, when he was first attracted to her with all of that long, beautiful black hair and was devastated when she agreed to cut it off. Now, her hair was longer, and he was even more in love with her now. She never tired of hearing him say, “Having Sasha made me fall even more in love with you. I didn’t know how much I could love you more than romantically until I watched you go through labor and give birth.” Of course, Jean had no idea how much he could love or give love until the very moment that Sasha was born. He could only attribute that to the warrior woman across from him, tired from breastfeeding but happy to resume time alone with her husband. 

Jean kissed her knee and stroked the cap under it. “I’m always telling you how much I love you, how you and Sasha are the most important things in the world and in my life.” 

“Yes.” When she reached forward to stroke his wet hair farther from his forehead, he kissed her skin.

“Well, you have no idea how important you two are to me, how you both make me feel after long, stressful days like today.” He kissed her knee again and decided to peck down her shin later that night in the comfort and protection of their bedsheets. “At the end of the day, I remember why I’m doing this and not letting your embroidery become our sole source of income–so that you and I can watch Sasha grow up healthy and happy, no threat to her life or future, and maybe give her little brothers and sisters, in a peaceful island.”

Jean leaned over Mikasa’s knees, put his hands on either side of her, and kissed her. “Then you and I can continue to live in peace, and we can grow old and pass the same, after a long, good life after everything.”

He noticed that her small smile grew wider. “That’s a future that I want to work for as well,” she agreed. “I would be happy to spend the rest of my life and my bed with you.” She put her hands on either side of his face to kiss him deeper; he gently put his hands on her arms. Jean didn’t know if they were going to make love later, either right there in the tub or within their sheets, but he did not want the night to end.

[pickalilywrites]

Pickalily's JeanKasa Masterpost

A masterpost of my JeanKasa fics and drabbles. Will be updated accordingly ♪(´▽｀)

Across the Ocean to See You

Canonverse. One shot. Jean crosses the ocean to see Mikasa.

Break My Heart Again

Canonverse. One shot. Jean loves her no matter how much it breaks his heart.

Enough

Canonverse. One shot. Jean doesn't want much for her. Even a little bit of her time would be enough.

Fall Apart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has never let herself fall apart, but even the strongest soldiers fall sometimes.

I Don't Want to Break Your Heart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa knows how fragile the heart is. Jean is willing to take all the risks despite that.

Let Her Go

Canonverse. One shot. Eren's perspective on Jean and Mikasa's relationship.

Love Makes You Stupid

Canonverse. One shot. Sasha helps Jean calm his nerves before his big day.

Pull Me In Close and Don't Let Go

Canonverse. NSFW. One shot. Jean and Mikasa go swimming in the lake.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Canonverse. One shot. As Mikasa falls apart, Jean does his best to comfort her.

Take Care of You

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa picks up her three drunk friends from a bar. Jean is particularly affectionate.

To Love and Be Loved

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has always kept Jean at arm's width. Jean's love is a little more stubborn than that.

Welcome Home

Canonverse. One shot. Jean welcomes Mikasa home after the war.

What I Want to Say

Canonverse. One shot. During a quiet moment, Jean takes the opportunity to say what he has always wanted to say.

Who I Wanted to Be and Who You Are

Canonverse. One shot. With Jean, she can be everything she wants to be. With Jean, she becomes someone she cannot be.

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Selfish

Canon Divergent. One shot. Mikasa doesn’t need love. She doesn’t even want it, really, but sometimes in the middle of the night when she’s lying wide awake with only her lonely thoughts to keep herself company … she yearns for it.

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A Shining Knight

ASOIAF AU. One shot. It takes years to become a knight. Jean knows this more than anyone. He served as a page in his youth, and he’s still serving his time as a squire. His master works for the Royal House Tybur, although the knight has yet to be bestowed with the honor of becoming a part of the Kingsguard. It was unlikely that his master ever would. Only a few knights were trusted enough to become a part of the Kingsguard, and one spot has been reserved for one person in particular even though she has yet to be knighted.

New Girl

Avengers AU. One shot. Balancing adolescence with crime-fighting would be difficult for any teenager. At least the new girl makes things a bit more bearable.

Tension

Ballet AU. “Delivery,” Jean calls, knocking at the door. He hears a muffled voice reply, “Coming!” and he leans back against the doorframe as he waits to be let in. He raises an eyebrow when the door finally opens. Jean dangles a bag, a carton of ice cream inside of it, in front of his friend’s face. “I thought you could use something nice to eat.”

Real Beauty

Celebrity AU. One shot. Jean is granted permission to shoot photos of the elusive celebrity Mikasa Ackerman.

After You

Coffee Shop AU. One shot. Jean and Annie convince each other to ask out their respective crushes. After the other person goes first, of course.

Indirect Kiss

College AU. One shot. Jean mixes tequila into his hot chocolate. Mikasa thinks it's ... an interesting combination, to say the least.

A Way to Say I Love You

Modern AU. One shot. They say there are five love languages. Jean is pretty sure that feeding your partner strange snacks is another one.

We Broke Up Series

1 | 2. Post Break-Up AU. Jean and Mikasa has broken up, but that doesn't mean their love is gone.

Muse

Reincarnation AU. One shot. Jean paints her over and over again, the woman who has haunted him even in his dreams.

What Was Lost

Reincarnation AU. One shot. In another life, maybe they can find happiness together.

I Find out My Crush Is a Mob Boss’ Daughter 

Shoujo Manga AU. One shot. Mikasa Ackerman is eating alone again. It’s been this way since the beginning of the school year. When Jean had first enrolled in Rose Academy, a private high school known for its rigorous education system, Mikasa was the first person he had noticed. It was not the shiny, black limousine nor the suited bodyguards that accompanied the first-year girl to the gate that caught Jean’s attention, although those things certainly did help. Rather, it was the way Mikasa carried herself, her head held high with a mature expression of someone well beyond her years, that intrigued Jean.

[corner-stories]

You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere for jeankasa please

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” Modern AU.

Frustration pumps through Jean's veins. The temptation to bite on the thermometer between his lips is palpable, but by the grace of god he is able to resist. He sits on his bed, still clad in his sleepwear with his arms crossed over his chest.

He watches as his significant other traverses his studio apartment, multitasking with remarkable efficiency. As she heats up some soup on his stove, she's already answering a flurry of text messages on her phone, apparently postponing her plans for the day to care for the sick fellow on the mattress.

On one hand it would be sweet — her immediate willingness to ensure that he doesn't rot in alone all day. But on the other he doesn't feel as sick as he apparently is, meaning in theory he could take care of himself and his girlfriend would be free to live her life outside of these apartment walls.

Sure, he feels warmer than necessary and his throat is plagued by the dryness that only winter can bring, but the fact that his muscles don't ache is enough assurance for him.

"Mikasa, I'm fine," Jean tries again. "I can take care of myself."

Yet Mikasa doesn't reply. Instead she puts her phone down and makes the short walk between the kitchenette and Jean's bed. She sits on the edge of the mattress, where she grabs the thermometer out of his mouth and checks the number on the screen.

She lets out a hum. "You've got a fever. Of course I'm not going anywhere."

Then like clockwork she's on her feet again, heading straight to the kitchenette once more to continue her work.

And Jean sighs once more, though this time an amused smile begins to appear on his face. A part of him wonders if she's using him as an excuse to ignore her other responsibilities — perhaps taking care of her hunky significant other is easier than doing anything else. It's surely more interesting than taxes, de-cluttering, or whatever else adults do to feel alive.

Or perhaps tending to him is one of her responsibilities.

Jean can recall her complaining about a headache last week, as well as coughing slightly more than usual. He had not thought much about it at the time until he woke up this morning with a throat so arid it might as well be a desert.

So with that in mind, Jean says — "Does this have anything to do with you maybe... being contagious last week?"

Mikasa looks up from the kitchenette, dark eyes meeting hazel as a beat of silence draws out between them. From where he is Jean can see it already, the subtle softening of her eyebrows, the way the lines of her face are no longer creased. It's all there — guilt.

The sheepish look on her face, and once Jean gets his confirmation a very slight smirk appears on his lips.

And it's only then when Jean wonders when he'll get better — he just needs to know how much time will pass until he can walk over to her and kiss that wary look off her pretty face.

[spilledsinnamontea]

Hey, Ann!! Happy Valentines!!! 💚💚💚

I was wondering here: which ships are in your Top OTPs? And why you love them so much (if you want to share!)

OMG HI MONDO!!!! Happy (belated) valentine to you as well 💘💘💘 How are you?? I hope you are well!!!

Of course I want to share, I love oversharing about my ships HAHA. So here you go, a (short) list of my SNK OTPs:

LeviHan

(pretends to be shocked). No, but I'm not even kidding when I said that they live in my head 24/7 🤣 Everytime I do or see something, I would automatically connect it to Levihan. I just can't help it lol, I love them so much (both as a character and as a ship). Their relationship is mature and pure but fun at the same time. I mean, they embody all of my favourite tropes, so no suprise here. But idk, there are no other ships (that came before them or after them) that could alter my brain in the same way as them. They changed me fr, like something shifted inside me the moment I became a Levihan shipper. Hell, I even chose my uni major because of a Levihan fanfiction 💀 Not only that, my writings and English has improved a lot, and all of that merely because I want to write their fanfic LOL.

I've been a Levihan shipper since 2013 and I will continue to be one until I die. So yeah, expect to see more Levihan fanfiction for more decades to come 😚✌️

AruAni

They don't really live in my head 24/7 but I still think of them often. Also, they hold an important place in my heart since they are my first ship in SNK. Not only that, they are also special to me because they are THE ship that went from being considered as a crack ship to a canon one. LIKE IT WAS INSANE. I mean I've been an Aruani shipper since 2013 and so I knew how small the fandom were back then. Not only that, most of the SNK fandom saw AruAni as a crack shipper, but we were like, "No! They are not! (proceed to analyse the hell out of their interaction in the female titan arc)." 😀👍

So imagine how SHOCKED and ECSTATIC I WAS when all of these analysis and headcanons CAME TRUE. It took us almost a decade, but we finally got to say, "See guys? WE ARE NOT DELUSIONAL." I never been proud as a shipper HAHA. One of my biggest flex is to say that I've been an Aruani truther since 2013 😎

Okay now that I think about it, the only ships that I deeply care about are only the two above. I do like other ships, but only in a casual way (but I still gonna defend them though LOL), and those are:

YumiHisu

I used to be neutral with them but when that episode of Historia holding the passed out Ymir on her lap and said, "My real name is Historia", then they stared at each other eyes with such love???? BEAUTIFUL I SAY. Their dynamic and the way their characters arc intertwined with each other? Love it! I wished Isayama gave them a proper closure though :(

JeanKasa

Oh man, I actually have a lot of things to say about them but I'm gonna keep it brief🤐 I didn't ship them at the beginning, but as I grew up and as I tried to understand their characters, I found myself falling for JeanKasa and their potential. I feel they will have a healthy, mature, and loving relationship. I also like the way Jean showed his love to Mikasa (he's not selfish and he's not blinded by his love).

Well, that's all! But, before I end this ask, here are some honourable mentions: PokkoPiku, EreHisu, EreMin, and MikeNana.

Bonus: I actually like to play with the idea of Erwin and Marie, I even tried to explore them in my fic HAHA.

OK THAT'S ALL. SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG MONDO 😝 Thank you for the ask!! You made my day!!!!! I love you 💖💖💖

[fromriches-tosin]

How about number 2, 17, 18, and 19 for Jean!?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Even though he ranked sixth during the graduation ceremony, he had been bested only by an Ackerman and four Titan shifters. He was the best performing (regular) human cadet. He probably didn't have the time to throw a fit when he had found out about this fact, but I like to imagine that he did. :))

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Most of Jean ships are okay because they are focused on loving Jeanbo, and this is what matters to me. But I'm not fond of canon Jeankasa because I don't like the idea of Mikasa spending her life with him only to be reunited with Eren in death. Nope. Jean is not some placeholder or Eren's professional body double hired by her to kill the time. That being said, fanon Jeankasa is better, and I'm completely fine with it.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

I've talked about Jean's relationship with Levi one hundred times and I'll probably talk about it one hundred times more because it's just so, so good. I've obviously talked about Jean's relationship with Reiner a million times and I'm not even close to done, but this time I'd like to mention Armin.

I love how much they care about each other. Armin saved Jean's life more than once, and Jean comforted Armin when no one else did. They work together very well, switching roles and relying on each other's judgement whenever necessary.

But what intrigues me about them the most is the fact that they were supposed to be one character at first. They mirror each other to some extent, but at the same time remain on opposite sides of the spectrum. Armin becomes more and more like Erwin with time, and Jean turns out to be similar to Levi in terms of his ideals and the sacrifices he is willing or not willing to make... Those boys are so similar and yet so different!

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

I don't think there are any Jean-related relationships that I don't like (I'm just not passionate about them), save perhaps for the "Jeankasa conclusion" that I've mentioned before. In my eyes Jean makes everything more interesting because of how human and how flawed he is. He's an extremely entertaining character – he's the spice you'd add to make your dish less bland.

Character Ask Game

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For Jeankasa ask prompts (if I'm doing this right). You asked me earlier but I didn't really figure out what it meant 'till I saw someone explain it.

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Setting: Post Canon  Themes: Jealousy , beauty , loneliness  Word Count 2,968

I really tried to focus on the beauty of nature and just being around others in this to contrast the first scene where Mikasa is lonely but content. Also your definitely doing it right 🩵

2 Years Post Rumbling 

Mikasa hadn't seen a soul for too long but the more time passed the easier it felt to stay as she was. She wasn’t completely alone; she had the chickens and goats to tend to and amuse her. The barn cats and the wandering dog as well kept her company. 

There was her desk as well. Every night she had words from and to her friends across the sea to envelope her before she lay her head down. 

Maybe it wasn’t normal to hold words more than one did people. 

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3 Years Post Rumbling 

A Sunday in Spring 

After 3 years of wastelands Mikasa’s home had taken Jean's breath away and when she stepped out the cottage doors he was left thoroughly devoid of air. He had seen her a few days prior at Erens  grave but this was different. Today he was invited for tea with just he and her. Well that would be an exaggeration. It had been for himself and Connie but Connie was hungover . 

He took note to show her his manners and immediately took off his hat and gave a little bow before walking through the threshold of her door. She made a face as if he had stuck his tongue out at her, as though he was the silliest man in the world. 

They exchanged greetings and she led him to a small dining area. He was glad to see that her home was clean and well lived in. 

Her dining table was small but judging from the chairs the set was sturdy and the flowers contained within the glass vase looked pretty but halfways towards wilting or drying out. That was good it didn’t look that she had tidied upon his account. She was taking care of herself well it seemed. 

When he had seen her upon the hill he had been so shy and self conscious that he hadn’t gotten a good look at her but now as she bustled through cabinets he could see that she wasn’t as muscular as she had been but still much more toned than the average civilian woman. 

Once he felt all was well he was truly able to relax for the first time since returning home. His mother was well, as well as Mikasa and the Jaegerists should be contained soon enough. All was well enough for now. 

“Jean, are you well? Where is Connie?” She asked, placing some mint tea and a jar of honey in front of where he sat. 

“A little tired from last night's festivities but not as much as Constantine.” 

Mikasa tilted her head in confusion. 

“Oh, it’s a joke started up by Pieck.” He smiled thinking of how now-a-days Connie would respond to Constance. 

“You didn’t mention that in the letters.” 

“It’s just silliness.” In reality Jean didn’t write too much about the fun stuff because  it made him feel too guilty to be making more memories with their friends while she was alone on the outskirts of the island. It also made him feel lonely although he loved his friends he often found himself wishing Mikasa was also present or wondering how she would react. 

She nodded her head and took the seat across from him.

Outside the great window he could see the goats she had mentioned so much in her letters. They were jumping off of barrels and stumps underneath a great oak tree. He usually only ever saw the creatures in small pens or in large herds that smelled horrible but from her window he could now understand the charm that they held for her. 

“Sorry, I had invited Connie so that this wouldn’t happen.” Mikasa sighed stirring her tea uneasily. 

“What do you mean?” He must have bothered her but he couldn’t think how.

“You're bored. I’m afraid that I have become even less talkative over the years. It wasn’t so bad with everyone else though.”

Jean nodded. “I understand how you feel.But don’t worry I like this.” 

They continued to quietly watch the goats. It was the sort of silence a man could live in for years and never complain. 

Mikasa to his surprise interrupted the comfortable silence. “You’ve changed.” 

“How so?” 

“You're a man of fewer words.” 

“That’s good I could be a loud mouth back then, that boy I was.” He chuckled. 

“Don’t be so harsh. I liked him.” She playfully swatted his arm. 

He blushed. “You did now?” He lifted an eyebrow playfully. “Since when?” 

“Well he was quite silly. He could make me crack a smile from time to time even when I wasn’t in the mood to.” She recounted. 

“That's good to know since he misses those smiles.” Jean said, smiling gently at his old friend, his first crush. 

“They’re coming back.” She said, “Should I expect to be smiling at your wedding soon?” her smile was no longer soft but it had the edge that he remembered from the past. It had only been three years. Who they were could never be completely buried. 

“Huh?” He began. 

“You seem awfully chummy with Pieck.” 

“How so?” Jean chuckled, making her blush. 

“Your words came out easier around her. I noticed- but you know me I’m not so good at those sorts of things.” 

“That’s because she won't shut up.”  He answered dryly. 

She gave him a tight lipped smile which made him wonder if he was overstaying his welcome.

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3 months later

Summer 

The last time Mikasa  had gone on a vacation had been when she was 18. All her friends from the 104th had gone to the beach far away from the port to spend the day in the sun, play in water and do all the fun activities shown in the books that Kiyomi had shown them. 

Now at 22 she was finally taking another. Connie had insisted that they all go to the Giant Tree Forest to get away from all the “Hubbub” which was a word he seemed to have taken a liking to since he used it every time he complained about work or just the state of the world which bled into work for all her friends.

As usual Armin was too busy or simply found reasons to over work himself and predictably Annie followed. Reiner kept to himself and Pieck was supposed to come along but at the last minute she canceled . 

That left Connie, Jean and Herself. 

She didn’t mind, actually she was relieved Pieck was nice enough but she couldn’t feel completely comfortable around the former warrior, both men were fun although quieter than they had once been. Maybe it was due to unseen wounds or age. Despite both hurt and time taking their toll on Jean and Connie they still brought the spirit out of the other and in turn she had fun as well. 

Out from the droning of birds and insects there was a distinctive crack that rang through the forest. 

She looked around in a haze looking for where the lightning may be but nothing. She sighed with relief. She heard her companions do so as well. 

A small pathetic part of her felt an ounce better that she wasn’t the only who had been left bruised from their years in the military. That her misery had company but on some days when her friends looked so tired from the sleepless nights from either nightmares or work she wished she could take it from them. She was strong after all. She could do it if only it were possible. 

“I haven’t come back here since I never had to. “ She confessed. “Do you feel as if maybe this place could be haunted now?” 

“I feel like the whole world is haunted sometimes.” Jean muttered looking up at the trees with concern. 

“Guys, it’s just a dry branch falling.” Connie rolled his eyes and spurred them on.“Mikasa I understand but don’t go getting all moody on me Jean.”

“We’re not being moody just ummm.” Jean struggled for the word, snapping his fingers. “Introspective.” 

“If Pieck didn’t cancel on us so RUDLY,” Connie announced as if she were behind a log and would pop out any moment. “You wouldn’t be like this.” 

“You're right I would be annoyed.” 

“I think she just has a little crush on you. You probably do too.” Connie smirked. 

“Where's' this coming from, Huh?” Jean scolded. 

“It’s just you're always arguing with her and she you. You guys can't stay away from each other.” Connie turned to Mikasa. “What do you think Mikasa?” 

“Huh?! About?” She felt flustered by the whole thing; she was never one for gossip. 

“Pieck and Jean.” 

“I think we should respect our friends' privacy and drop the whole matter … Consworth.” 

Jean in the middle of drinking from his canteen spit out his drink chuckling at the silly name. 

“How's that funny it’s not even a name.” 

“How would you know Conward?” She asked with a raised brow, keeping her face deadpan. “Do you know all the names?” 

OoO 

They set up their camp on top the upper ground with a babbling brook just 10 yards away. After setting up the three laid in the shallow end of the water letting the snow melt cool them down . After almost an hour of lazing around Jean began the fire and forced Connie out to assist and scolded Mikasa into relaxing as she had been. 

“I think she’s jealous.” Connie whispered to him. 

“What are you talking about? Did you hit your head again last night?” 

“Mikasa of course.” 

“Yeah you hit your head.” Jean nodded and continued feeding the campfire. 

“No really. Notice if Pieck and you get mentioned she gets all.. She changes the subject or just leaves.” Connie insisted. 

Jean waved his hand in dismissal deciding there was no award for arguing with Connies foolishness. “Go to that bag and grab the sausages.” He commanded. 

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1 Month Later

Late Summer 

“Truth or Dare?” Pieck asked from across the table. 

This was silly but that was exactly why they were playing the little game. Growing up they had barely had time for silly although still they, well her friends, were very important people they seemed to find time for silliness now. Armin had dubbed it necessary for those who faced as much scrutiny as they. 

“Dare.” Mikasa answered. She hoped it was nothing embarrassing. 

“I dare you tell us who the most attractive person in the room is.” 

“That’s a truth.” Jean snapped in front of Piecks face. 

About 2 times a month they all met up to drink and play games from the island or the continent. This week was the turn of their friends from Marley. Mikasa noticed to her surprise that it was Jean who almost always ended up the babysitter. Making sure no one drank too much and if they did he was the one escorting them to the restroom. He really was kinder then he gave himself credit for which was probably why he hadn’t noticed Piecks shameless habits. 

“Oh, you're right. I wouldn’t know where I would be without you. I’m hopeless. ” She smiled broadly up at Jean who simply rolled his eyes but smirked to himself when he knew Pieck to no longer looking. 

She really isn’t. Mikasa thought. 

About a month ago she had noticed a distinct pattern within Piecks actions. When Jean was at game nights she suddenly could never hold her liquor or frequently lost track of how much she had to drink. Needing no one other than Jeans assistance. No one else seemed to have the magic touch. But if he was absent for any reason she usually just became moderately buzzed or took care of herself. 

It was shameless, Mikasa felt. 

Throughout the night she had served Pieck drinks. At first they were alcoholic and as time went on they were nothing more than juice yet still she became more and more inebriated. 

Pieck slammed her cranberry drink on the table sloppily and announced her dare. Which ever so creatively was to kiss the handsomest person in the room. 

Mikasa simply moved over and gave Armin a fat kiss on the forehead making them both giggle like small children. She had raised a handsome man after all. 

The night passed and nothing happened besides Miaksa’s suspicions being proven correct. She couldn’t find it in her to embarrass Pieck and Mikasa herself felt shameless because who she really wanted to kiss was Jean. Suddenly her concern wasn’t that of a well intentioned friend but her feelings morphed as they took a name and they  felt ugly and frightful within her. 

Pieck had done nothing wrong after all except try to get Jean's attention. There was nothing wrong with that, nothing insidious, all the wickedness lied in Mikasa’s ignored feelings and childish reactions to them. 

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1 Month Later ,

Early Autumn on a Sunday Morning 

Tea at Mikasa’s house had become a tradition in the months since Jean returned to Paradise. Twice a week but always just the two of them on Sunday mornings usually from 10 -11 AM he arrived always a little tired but never hung over. 

Summer was shifting into fall and he felt a chill in the air he wasn’t as accustomed to now since living on the continent for three years that had both been long, grueling yet fleeting now that he was back home. Although even on the island so lush and green It wasn’t nearly as cool as it had been in his youth. He wondered if the seasons would ever return as they should in his lifetime as he watched the warm painted leaves of Mikasa's oak tree  rustle in the wind. 

“Jean, are you okay there?” Miksa called from her porch. 

“Oh, Yes! Very Okay, Just admiring your oak is all.” He pointed up at her tree dumbly. 

She nodded, “Yes, I could see that.” She looked amused and it delighted him whenever he put a smile upon her face. 

“I had no clue you were such a botanist.” Mikasa commented as he took his seat at the table and she poured and prepared his tea in the way that he liked. That also delighted him that they were close enough and spent enough time to know just how to make the others tea. 

“I’m not but it’s a nice tree. It made me think of this story that Pieck had told me-” He lied. He didn’t want to bring up the ramifications of the rumbling. It would bring up other subjects and it was just too early to think of Eren. It wasn’t a completely lie she had told him a story about about a tree the other day. 

“Are you and Pieck… uhh..close?” She asked, unable to look him in the eye. 

“I s’pose.”  Jean shrugged although feeling a sense of deja vu. 

“When do you think you will finally become an item?” She asked. 

“Huh?!” Some of his tea dripped down his lip and clung to his beard.He reached for a napkin but she was faster, grabbing a handkerchief from her pocket and to his shock she leaned forward and wiped his chin tenderly. If he had more tea in his mouth he would have choked up again but all he could do was try and keep his face passive and ignore his heart beating in his ears. 

“You just seem to really enjoy her company.” Mikasa went on, the usual serine smile on her face was troubled. It had something to do with the tightness of her face and the downcast look in her eyes. 

“I do but it’s the same for Connie, Armin and y-you.” That was also a lie. She was not the same as anyone. There was no one like Mikasa Ackerman. 

“I just thought since she answered your phone. She must be over often.” Again she gave him a strained smile. 

“Jealous?” he teased. He didn’t know why he said something so stupid because of course she wasn’t. 

Mikasa’s face dropped any pretense of serenity in that moment. “Stop, I’m mortified enough.”  

“Wait?! What?  I was joking.” Jean answered, not really sure what was happening. 

“So this is all a joke to you? Huh?”  She got up from the table and looked out the window with her arms crossed. 

“No I just never thought you could be- I meant couldn’t possibly be-” 

“Because I’m so broken up?” She whispered towards the window. He wondered if he was even supposed to hear her. 

“No I mean - of me or because of me. Of all people.” He finished. He felt lightheaded; he must be dreaming or misunderstanding. 

Mikasa let out a deep sigh. “Give yourself some credit, I only know about 5 men.” 

He breathed from his nose at her small joke. “And none of them are worthy of you.” He meant it. 

“Same could be said about you. You're a hero.” She turned around now. He didn’t need to see her face to know she meant her honeyed words but the earnest look upon her face took his breath away. For a moment he almost believed them; That he was a hero. 

He got up from his chair to join her at the window to watch the oak tree let its leaves go to dance within the wind. A beautiful flurry of wines, coppers, golds, sienna and umbers and the amusing sight of the goats catching some leaves in the air and munching on them. 

He could only tell her the truth, that was all he was ever good at really. “I’m just a man.” 

She looked up at him. “I’m just a woman.” She smiled that small smile of hers that he had always found charming. “I think that’s enough.” 

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TIFF I GOTTA KNOW … jeankasa or eremika? 😊

AHHHH why would you torture me like this 😭😭😭

jean is my favourite mc and mikasa is my favourite fmc so i love jeankasa. also i love the dynamic of the male character pining after the female character. and mikasa learning to love again after the death of eren and realizing that she has room in her heart for both 🥺 and jean being the only person who understands both what she’s been through and how important eren is to her because he was there too and he was friends with eren too!! jean loving mikasa at first sight and lowkey protecting her on missions, but still not being afraid to challenge her, and then also never threatening her relationship with eren. if anything, he tries to push eren into thinking about mikasa MORE and considering how his actions affect her because jean cares about her so much.

but also, i love eremika because there’s so much good art for them 😩😩😩 but also they’re such tragic lovers and mikasa is destined to lose eren in every timeline (re: the lost girls ova) so they have to make the most of the time they have together. eren’s willing to do anything to make the world safe for him and mikasa but would also throw it all away and run away together if that’s what she wanted.

short answer: i prefer jeankasa. but after the finale i’ve been really feeling eremika. i like both ships because i love the way the boys treat mikasa 🥺 she’s my lil baby and she always deserves the best.

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Do you have jeankasa headcanon of your own?

I have so many but I'd like to list couple of my most favourite

Mikasa initiated the start of their relationship and did this pretty straight-forward. She has been noticing how Jean was looking at her since the Alliance's visit to the island and all of the timid advances he has been making - so one day she let him know that she knows about his feelings and reassured him stating that she is ready for a new chapter in her life

when Mikasa was giving birth to their first child, Jean was terrified since it's the first time he ever witnesses the process. Also Jean couldn't bear to see how much Mikasa was suffering and was sobbing stealthily, unable to relieve her pain

all her life Mikasa was caring for someone so it was strange for her to be for the first time the receiver of affection. Jean was overwhelming Mikasa with his love and she didn't know how to react to it properly. But then this concern kinda simmered down with the birth of their first child because both Jean and Mikasa had someone else (other than them) that they have to care about

they also didn't give their child a name for a long time. They just didn't feel like it and they found it more intimate when the baby doesn't yet have any given name.

When it comes to raising the kids, Jean has agreed to the role of a bad cop. Both of them are overprotective but in a different way. Mikasa gets the children away from the danger and prevents any other unsafe situation from happening. Jean also does this but he goes an extra length by reprimanding their children. When telling the kids off, Jean often uses Mikasa as an excuse like "See what you've done? You made your mother worry about you"

this hc is a bit sad but I still like it - whenever Jean has to leave home for a long period of time, Mikasa can't help but to think that Jean might never return. Throughout Jean's absence Mikasa has nightmares about a certain-person-who-shall-not-be-named-for-mikasa's-sake abandoning her and only their children can help her get through the night. But Mikasa will never tell Jean about her concerns because she doesn't want to open up an old wound

[crisalidaseason]

You're haunting me

Halloween special 2022: Episode 7. See masterlist for more

CW: A lot of angst, talks of death and grief, unhealthy coping, this is just so sad, reader insert, character insert (can be Jeankasa or Jeanpieck), reader is afab with she/her pronouns but no physical specification. Also, the grief experience is very similar to mine, don't gatekeep something that is personal!

A widower, his current status now. The day she left this earth too early.

The funeral and burial was beautiful and Jean hated that. He wanted the day to be rainy and miserable because beauty was dead after all. The cloudless sunny day insulted his pain, mocking his loneliness. Not even his mother could provide comfort like in this situation, the same mother that could fix his sadness with a simple smile and warm tea. He didn’t say a word the entire day, didn’t react to anything, he couldn’t even say a prayer when the casket lowered and they began to cover it with dirt. 

He couldn’t accept this.

They were barely married for half a year, both already talking about having a baby once their home was complete. Jean couldn’t understand why she was taken from him when everything was perfect, when she was the most kind, strong, smart and beautiful wife he could ever ask for. It wasn’t fair that one morning he kissed her goodbye before work and in the evening he was signing paperwork for a funeral. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirstein. I know this won’t provide comfort, but what happened to your wife is common for being silent and mostly unavoidable. Neither you or her could have possibly noticed it”

The doctor’s words really didn’t provide comfort. He didn’t care that it was a silent issue, that she just died with not a single warning from her body. Jean didn’t care because it still wasn’t fair. She should be alive.

She should be alive.

That night, Jean laid in bed and let the emotions get a hold of him. He cried endlessly, loud and hurt, with only his mother hugging him while he unleashed all the grief. It was expected when he spent the following days in bed, either crying or sleeping, barely eating or cleaning himself. Jean thought he would go insane, and he welcomed it because maybe being crazy could erase the pain from his dead wife. His mother, at some point, called a doctor for a home evaluation but Jean didn’t remember a thing, so focused on his anger and sadness.

A week into his grief, he didn’t know if it was a dream or a hallucination, but he started to see her. She was always so distant, but her hair and height was so familiar to Jean he was sure it was his beautiful wife. He called out for her every time, begged her to stay and prayed that he could see her again when the dream/hallucination ended. One night he could finally hear her voice, full of worries, saying something to him.

I need you, please, I need you

He woke up in the dark, still disoriented and confused. He was dreaming after all. Jean thought about his wife’s words with despair, how could she need him when he couldn’t reach her? What if she wasn’t ready to go just as much as Jean wasn’t ready to lose her? It added another layer of grief that he couldn’t really understand, clouding his senses. He just wanted to see her one last time, he wasn’t ready before, he didn’t know she would die. There is so much he needs to say, to do. 

For his mother’s sake, Jean tried to at least eat. He still wouldn’t eat in the kitchen, but his mother made him company in his room. He appreciated her so much, and he felt horrible at the same time. He was always his mother’s support, always helping her and trying to make her hard life easier. He felt like a weight on his mom’s back.

“I’m sorry, mom” he said at some point.

“No need to be, boy. You deserve to mourn and I will be on your side” she answered while collecting the dishes from his room.

Before she left, his mother took a step back and spoke again:

“If you feel like you can, light a candle…for her”

He hadn’t thought about that, but it almost seemed like a good way of connecting with his wife. Maybe lighting her a candle could bring him some peace. That night, he finally had the courage to leave his room, trying not to lift his eyes from the ground and end up seeing all the pictures and small decorations that reminded him of their life together. In a small cabinet in the hallway he found a box of candles and some matches. Jean lit up the candle, thinking of something he could say, a prayer or just a thought.

“I miss you” he started.

He didn’t just miss her, Jean needed her to be by his side. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Jean needed her back, he wanted it so much. 

“You left so suddenly, my love. I just wanted to see you one more time”

He thought about her smile, her eyes and the beautiful soft hair. Thought about how smart she was, how passionately she talked about her interests. He just wanted to see her again, even if it was only in his dreams.

“You can haunt me in my dreams, however you want, just don’t leave me” 

The tears fell from his eyes in heavy drops while he pleaded again and again for her to haunt him, if only for a night. He knew this was madness, that asking for a dead person to return could result in absolutely nothing but more pain. He watched the candle burn for a while but soon enough he returned to his bedroom, hoping to dream of her again and maybe talk to her this time. 

Sleep only came after a few hours and when Jean woke up, the day was very sunny, probably close to midday. He usually is an early bird, but lately his sleep schedule really changed. He stayed in bed, trying to work the courage to maybe share breakfast with his mother. 

A knock on the door echoed.

“I’m awake, mom, I’ll go to the kitchen with you this time”

A very familiar giggle startled Jean, but the voice had him running for the door.

“I am not your mother, dear”

Almost taking the door from its hinges, he saw the woman of his life, in all her morning glory. WIthout a second thought, he embraced her in a thigh hug, smelling her hair. If this was a dream, it was one of the most realistic ones so far. 

“Ok, someone is a little touch starved” her voice now very close to his ear.

Jean didn’t say anything, he couldn’t physically say something because maybe the dream could fade. He just held her closer, only separating to look at her face.

“Can we have lunch now? Or do you need another hug?”

Jean nodded, following his wife into the kitchen. Wow he really woke up way later than he should. Lunch was ready and steaming on the stove. His wife took a plate and looked at him.

“Come on, you left me to cook all alone you better eat”

“um…sorry” He tested, waiting for everything to just disappear.

“You’re so silly today, Jean” she said, almost concerned “you’re lucky your cute”

They had lunch together, quietly eating without the need for constant chatter. They were at the stage where comfortable silence was easy for them, but Jean felt uneasy about it. He knew he wanted to see her, even in a dream, but he also never wanted this to end. Could someone stay in a dream forever? 

“Since it’s Sunday, I thought about watching something. What do you think?” she said while they both cleaned up the kitchen.

“Seems perfect, love” he looked at her, not wanting to lose her from sight.

“We can cuddle up with the pets and watch something long, I really am in the mood for a big story”

Oh how Jean loved those Sundays. He made a silent prayer thanking whatever deity allowed him to have this dream.

“A long show it is” he answered her. 

And the rest of the day went just like he remembered, but also a bittersweet reminder that this could end anytime. He dreaded the evening, dreaded that as soon as they went to sleep he would wake up alone in his bed, in a reality where she is no more. In bed, while waiting for her to join him, he thought about everything he could say to make her feel loved, he was planning a whole speech in his head but at the same time contemplating just cuddling silently. 

“You’ve been thinking about something all day” he heard her say while laying in the bed.

Jean opened his arms, almost crying with the familiar feeling of his wife’s head on his chest. 

“Come on, you know there is nothing that would surprise me”

He chuckled, pinching her arm softly.

“You’re annoying”

“But you love me” she sang.

He did, he did love her so much.

“I do love you”

The silence was comfortable, Jean made up his mind and chose to not say anything. Maybe if he didn’t acknowledge the dream maybe he could return to it. It didn’t take long for Jean to fall asleep, hoping that he could experience this again. 

The morning, as expected, brought the man nothing but deep sadness when he woke up to a cold bed and a still dead wife. He couldn’t leave the bed that day, and not even his mother was able to convince him to eat. Jean waited for the night, hoping that sleep could take him back to his blessed dream. And it did.

He dreamed of his wife almost every night, to his delight. He spent his sleeping hours reliving all the beautiful moments with her, just to wake up in the morning and feel all the pain come back. At this point, Jean only lived to sleep, going about his day as fast as possible without any care. He was distracted, distant, a shell of the man he used to be. His mother secretly cried in bed, afraid she would never have her son back. Until that dream happened.

One particular night, about a month and a half since his wife’s death, Jean was getting ready to sleep. He felt uneasy that night, his anxiety making him worry about something unknown. He took longer than usual to sleep that night and, in his dream, he woke up to an empty bed. Not only that, but the house seemed silent and…lifeless. He left the bedroom, calling his wife, but not hearing anything back until he saw a glimpse of her hair in the backyard. 

“Love” Jean called. 

She didn’t turn, just kept looking at the gloomy sky. Jean got closer to her, touching her shoulders.

“Hey baby, let’s get inside. It’s going to rain soon and-”

Her expression was so sad Jean immediately froze. He had never seen her so sad like that.

“You can’t keep doing this, Jean”

“Doing what, love?” 

“This!” she exclaimed “I understood it the first time, but you…you can’t keep me here. I can’t do this anymore”

Jean didn’t understand, or rather he didn’t want to. He suspected that avoiding this subject would have consequences.

“Love, I just…I can’t, I miss you so much” he pleaded.

“I know you do, but this hurts me too” she finally turned to look at him, tears in her eyes “When you asked to see me one more time, I thought it would give you closure, but…but now-”

“You don’t have peace”

More tears fell from her eyes while she nodded her head.

“I wait for you here, every night. I thought it was a good price for seeing you again, but you’re not getting better and I can’t move on”

Jean was visibly crying. He knew this wasn’t right, he couldn’t be responsible for his wife’s soul not resting. He shouldn’t have asked her to stay, to haunt him.

“As much as I love you, Jean, you still have a life and people that need you. I am just a dead woman-”

“You’re my wife, not just a dead woman!”

“But dead nonetheless!” she interrupted him “You can mourn me, miss me, but not waste away in the real world just for a few hours with me. Just as much as I can’t stay in this never-changing place, alone and waiting for the few hours I have with you”

It wasn’t fair, he could have her and still it wasn’t fair. He felt so much guilt for the emotional weight he was to his mother, friends and even his job. He wanted to be one of those people that could grieve and still function, but in reality nobody could really stop grief. He didn’t want to accept that he would have to live with this forever. 

“It’s not real, this isn’t real. We both need to face our realities now” she said, caressing his face and joining their foreheads. 

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you, my Jean”

They both embraced tightly, not caring when the small drops of water started to hit them. If Jean was going to lose her again, he would have a proper goodbye, he would have memories to comfort him when the worst hours and days would hit him. 

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Jean never saw his wife again after that dream. He certainly didn’t take this well, almost spiraling into an even worse depression, but this time he at least understood that serious and professional help was needed and through a wonderful chain of support, his friends were able to find him a good therapist. He had almost forgotten how much his friends Sasha and Connie were suffering trying to reach him, how much his mother suffered with his depression but tried her best to hide it. 

I hope you enjoyed it! It took too long because I was very very depressed, I am so sorry for the delay but I am getting better now!

It took time, almost two years, for Jean to be able to even look at pictures of him and his wife without crying profusely, he had to fight the constant urge to call for her in the middle of the night. The only thing keeping him from doing this was remembering how sad she looked in that last dream, he wanted her to rest. He still lit her candles on special occasions, but only for respect and memories, never asking anything besides peace for her. 

[illyapuff]

My thoughts on Aot ships as a Multi shipper

Jeankasa isn't even that bad eremika shippers are just DRAMA QUEENS, I can't say that it's not one-sided though, is it cute? yes. There's not many scenes or foreshadowing or hints throughout the show of them being in love, besides the ending, Jeankasa shippers live off of crumbs and the ending itself wich isn't bad but if I was a Jeankasa shipper I wouldn't get my hopes up, even if Jean was confirmed the father it doesn't save the ship it's self. It would kinda make me feel like jean was indeed the last or second choice. She never returned those romantic feelings for Jean, she does care for jean, but not like you think

Eremika shippers remind me of sour patches. Anyway, I hate it when people act like Just because a ship is one-sided it can't possibly be good, Eremika shippers pretend Mikasa is in a hopeless marriage with Jean and she can't be possibly happy, This exactly why I can't stand eremika shippers they mis characterized Mikasa and water her down only to liking Eren, She can and will move on. The insecurity of eremika shippers have to stop. Mikasa can move on from Eren it's not the end of the world. I give Jeankasa a 6/10

Feel free to ask me more about ships

[corner-stories]

Prompt: Niccosasha and Jeankasa double date!

Me: *slapping the top of my Grad School AU* this beauty can hold so many drabbles!

The truth is that Mikasa doesn't know Niccolo too well, but that in itself is not a bad thing. She tries to view the evening as an opportunity for change, as on top of making new friends in the city, it's a chance to get to know her roommate's boyfriend. It's also a good break from the never-ending pain that is graduate studies, but that's beside the point.

So as Mikasa helps him in the kitchen on a Friday night, she tries to think of what she does know about the guy. Like her he comes from outside of Montreal, him from Toronto and her from Vancouver. She knows he's a sous chef at some expensive hipster restaurant in Mile End, a position that takes up most of his time and leaves little for his significant other, but somehow he and Sasha make it work. She also knows that he's on fairly good terms with Jean, though she's unsure if the two had struck up a friendship before Niccolo began dating Sasha or after.

Nonetheless, the facts both assure Mikasa that Niccolo is no stranger, yet reminds her that she's slightly removed from the predefined dynamics of the young adults in the apartment.

At least when Niccolo pops over to her side of the counter and observes the way she slices onions, he seems to approve of her handiwork.

"Look at that," he lauds with a friendly smile. "You're a natural."

"Thank you," Mikasa says in response. "My Auntie always made me help her in the kitchen. Picked up a few things on the way."

Niccolo nods his head. "Yeah, I can tell."

Then not a moment too soon he returns to his side of the space. After Mikasa places another handful of paper-thin onion slices into a salad bowl, she glances over to the stove that Niccolo has been slaving over. At this point he's finally added the cooked pasta to the shrimp scampi, and now his priority lies with stirring both elements together in beautiful harmony. He puts such an expert touch into a dish that's probably rudimentary in comparison to his skillset, yet no one in the apartment seems to be complaining.

As the two continue to work on dinner, Mikasa looks across the living space at the other young adults in the apartment. Sasha and Jean seem content to chillax on the couch as their significant others take care of dinner, a privilege they could enjoy on the virtue of them paying for the ingredients needed for the meal. Playing on the television is a hockey game, but for once the two are not focused on the sport of frigid puck-chasing — instead they appear to be engaged in a conversation that teeters between a passionate debate and an argument.

Apparently, French appears to be the language that the two friends prefer to use when speaking energetically, and it's moments like this when Mikasa is reminded that like her, Niccolo is still relatively new to Montreal, meaning that his grasp on the local language is possibly at the same level as hers. That level being "can order food, can't hold a deep conversation."

Mikasa listens to the brassy francophones argue, every once in a while they'll throw in a dash of English, the most current one involving Sasha dramatically exclaiming that Jean stop denying the truth. It makes Mikasa recall the few times she had joined Sasha on an Among Us night, as Sasha's only method of discovering the imposter involves the Bad Cop part of a Good Cop/Bad Cop routine.

"Do you happen to know what they're talking about?" Mikasa asks as she begins adding arugula to the salad bowl.

Niccolo doesn't look away from his pan. "Uh... figure skating, I believe."

Mikasa raises an eyebrow. In hindsight she should have guessed it, as what other conversation can include the words "lutz" and "flip" and "flutz" in the same sentence.

"Are arguments about skating usually that intense?" Mikasa asks.

The laugh that Niccolo lets out is playful, yet imbued with the slightest sense of unease. "It is for them."

[ravenhealer5]

yeah sex is cool but have you ever had somebody who actually really cares about you as a person and takes you out on dates and holds your hand in public and give you little forehead kisses and surprises you with flowers..

Saw this and immediately thought of Mikasa from your latest fic

Sorry about my question but am really excited for the next update.. so is the next chapter gonna be on Wednesday as well ?

I started reading this ask and was so confused because I couldn't comprehend how this correlates to this blog then I read the next part and my brain finally went aaah!

But for your question, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I haven't even started writing the chapter. I have a lot going on and don't have the energy to write. But I will finish this fic by the end of February (though hopefully sooner because I only have four more chapters to go). I want to end it well giving it my all because it might end up being my last JeanKasa piece.

By the way, it makes me happy to see you enjoy my fic.

[unlikelyjedi]

Attack on Titan Pride Headcanons (Scouts Edition)

I like Attack on Titan. I put off watching it for months and when I was finally peer-pressured by all my friends and my sister, I fell in love!!!

So of course I'm gonna make a pride post!! This will cover all the... important scouts?? All the ones who don't immediately die within the first 2 seasons at least. I'll have a separate post for Warriors, so if you see Reiner and Bertotto missing, that's why.

Oh yeah, and spoilers for... the whole show??? Even in a headcanon post, it'd be very hard to not spoil anything, so read at your own risk. Also the way I spell character's last names is arbitrary. There's a different spelling every time I see it for Eren. And don't get me started on Bristol.

Disclaimer: These are my personal opinions. This is only one way of engaging with the media, and if it's not your way or you disagree, then that's chill. Art is Subjective. I'm just here to have some fun!

Okay, now to the actual post!!

Eren Jaeger (he/him): Bisexual, Ace-spec

I need to preface this by saying I'm Eremin trash and I think they're lovely together. I also believe Eren and Mikasa have good chemistry even if I don't ship them.

Eren isn't sure how or why he feels attraction, but when he does, he really loves them. To an extreme degree. He holds on for dear life, and then some.

Armin Arlert (he/him): Gay

A lot of people like the bi/pan headcanon, and while I think that works, I guess I don't personally see it. I don't really think he has chemistry with any of the women in AoT but that's just my subjective view of it. The only woman I feel like he'd have chemistry with is Mikasa, to be honest. And that seems like the exception rather than the rule.

Not only am I Eremin trash, but I also love a healthy dose of Jearmin!! They cute!!

Mikasa Ackerman (she/her): Bisexual, Demi

Oh the chemistry she has with everyone. Jeankasa, Mikasasha, Mikannie, Mikahisu, good god there are so many good pairings for her!!!

I don't think she feels attraction until she's got a good connection to the person. Hence why she fell so hard for Eren.

Jean Kirschstein (he/him): Bisexual

Again, so much chemistry with so many people.

JeanMarco, Jearmin, EreJean, Jeankasa. So!! Many!!

I don't think he realized he was bi until he met Marco, and then it just kinda clicked. Oh, men are hot, too.

Constance Cornelius Springer (he/him): Aro/Ace

To this day, I can't decide if he likes everyone or no one, but for now I'll stick with this headcanon.

He's just vibing. He's plenty close to people, but that doesn't mean a relationship. He's fulfilled just with his close friendship with others.

Sasha Braus (she/her): Bisexual

Food first, relationships later.

Her and Niccolo are cute and she's got good chemistry with Mikasa. But only Niccolo could provide her with her true love: meat.

Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss (she/her): Bisexual

This might be a controversial take. Lesbian Historia tends to be the consensus in fan circles, but I personally think she likes more than just women. Although I do believe she mostly likes women.

Maybe it's because I like the idea that she was eventually able to move on from Ymir, and that she wasn't stuck in perpetual despair. Maybe I like the idea of Farmer-kun (who I've affectionately named Huckleberry). I like that even though she'll forever hold Ymir in her heart, she's allowed to let another in. idk idk.

Ymir (she/her): Lesbian

MY BABE!!! She's absolutely a mean lesbian and she is very gay and very much loves women. She wants to marry Historia and love her forever!!! Bless her for being here and existing, I love her!!

Marco Bodt (he/him): Gay

I'm cheating a bit. I know he was going to the MP, but I don't care. He's an honorary scout in my mind.

Why is he gay? Vibes. But also the way he smiles at Jean?? Can someone smile at me like that??

Erwin Smith (he/him): Gay

I don't have a reason for this. Just my own personal opinion. He could also be bi. It's all subjective. He just love Levi.

Levi Ackerman (he/him): Gay??

I put question marks because I don't think he's attracted to women, but I do think he could be attracted to Hange, who isn't a woman, but also is not a man. So he could be bi?? But I suppose I think of bi as being both men and women attracted along with other genders even though the base definition is simply 2 or more genders.

Anyway, he just love Erwin.

Hange Zoe (they/them): Genderqueer!! Bisexual!!

Actually Canon!!! Both of These!!!

I already knew about them being genderqueer, but I was very surprised that the Bisexual part was also canon!!! Although how weird that Moblit wasn't on there as a pairing.

Also them having a crush on Pieck is very cute, the hell?? We love to see it!!

Moblit (he/him): Pansexual

He loves regardless of gender. This also falls under the "vibes" rule. I just feel like that fits for him.

That was a lot!! Next time will be the Warriors!!!