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ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2013-05-06 05:41 pm
ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2013-05-06 05:41 pm
snk fic: a (kind of) goodbye kiss (jean/eren)
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Characters: Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirschtein
Rating: G
Word Count: ~760
Summary: Jean attempts to give Eren a kiss before they switch places just in case things don't work out.
Notes: Written for the snk kink meme.
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Jean fidgets uncomfortably as Mikasa adjusts his wig, her fingers trailing through the synthetic strands, "To get the bangs right," she tells him. "You have to look convincing."
Jean only nods in response. He's more than happy to help, but Jean's not stupid; he knows that if they really wanted to smuggle Eren out of prison they would have chosen someone with at least a passing resemblance to him. And he's heard the whispers; that the female type titan showed intelligence, the kind of intelligence that could only happen if she were really a human. And Jean doesn't even really need the whispers to know that; he was there. He saw.
So whatever mission Mikasa, Armin and Eren are about to undertake, Jean knows that is has nothing to do with busting out of prison and probably everything to do with finding out who the female type titan really is. They might even already know; Jean wants to know too, wants to ask what they're really doing, but he doesn't. If he needed to know, they would have told him already. Jean's part in this is to act as a decoy, no more, no less.
"Ready?" Mikasa asks him, and Jean nods, drawing his hood up. "Let's go."
Getting down into the dungeon is easy, furthering Jean's suspicions that no one is actually trying to keep Eren locked up at this point. The boy in question is sitting quietly in his cell, a look of grim determination on his face that doesn't waver even as Mikasa opens the door and steps inside to unlock the shackles around his limbs.
Armin stays back to watch for guards while Jean steps inside the cell next to his comrades, nodding at Eren when he catches Jean's eye. Jean expects Eren to make a jab at him, but to his surprise, all Eren says is, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Jean snorts. "Kind of late to turn back now, isn't it?" he asks, and Eren's brow scrunches up.
"I was just trying to make sure!" he snaps. "You don't have to be such a jerk about it!"
"I wasn't being a jerk about anything!" Jean hisses in response. "I'm here, aren't I, making this switch? You should be thanking me on bended knee!"
"Like I would ever-"
"Mikasa, someone's coming!" Armin calls quietly, and Mikasa is suddenly gone. Eren and Jean stand awkwardly in the cell while they wait for her to return.
"You should... probably sit in the chair," Eren says. "And put the shackles on."
Jean coughs. "Yeah," he agrees, and sits down, fidgeting nervously again as Eren begins to lock him up. There's enough slack in the chains that he can move freely, but the cold metal feels uncomfortable against his limbs. Jean hopes he won't have to stay like this for long.
"Thank you for doing this," he hears Eren say, and Jean looks up in surprise. He's not quite sure how to respond; it's not like he's doing anything important. Eren will be the one out there fighting, tracking down the female type titan. He's the one putting his life on the line. All Jean has to do is sit in a cell and wait.
"Yeah, well... Just don't screw anything up," Jean huffs. Don't die, he thinks. Don't become another snack for the titan.
Eren doesn't say anything, just shrugs nervously, and Jean wonders suddenly what will happen if Eren doesn't return. The thought makes him feel ill.
"Eren," he says quietly, eyes dropping to the floor. "In case... In case you don't come back, I just want you to know that I... I..."
Jean hears Eren shift in front of him, and suddenly, Jean doesn't want to speak, he just wants to do. He grits his teeth and leans forward, far enough that he pulls his shackles taut, because just in case Eren doesn't come back, Jean wants to—
"Jean, what are you doing?" Eren asks, and Jean blinks. He's moved out far enough that his torso is sticking out awkwardly, his arms pulled tightly and uncomfortably behind him, and Jean can tell without seeing that he looks very stupid. His cheeks flush and he sits back.
"N-nothing," he says. "Just trying to get comfortable, that's all." There's a pause, and then he adds without looking at Eren, "Try not to get yourself killed, huh? You're not entirely useless to us."
Eren glares at him. "I'll show you entirely useless," he grumbles under his breath, stomping childishly out of the cell to join Mikasa and Armin.
Jean does not pout in response.
Characters: Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirschtein
Rating: G
Word Count: ~760
Summary: Jean attempts to give Eren a kiss before they switch places just in case things don't work out.
Notes: Written for the snk kink meme.
--
Jean fidgets uncomfortably as Mikasa adjusts his wig, her fingers trailing through the synthetic strands, "To get the bangs right," she tells him. "You have to look convincing."
Jean only nods in response. He's more than happy to help, but Jean's not stupid; he knows that if they really wanted to smuggle Eren out of prison they would have chosen someone with at least a passing resemblance to him. And he's heard the whispers; that the female type titan showed intelligence, the kind of intelligence that could only happen if she were really a human. And Jean doesn't even really need the whispers to know that; he was there. He saw.
So whatever mission Mikasa, Armin and Eren are about to undertake, Jean knows that is has nothing to do with busting out of prison and probably everything to do with finding out who the female type titan really is. They might even already know; Jean wants to know too, wants to ask what they're really doing, but he doesn't. If he needed to know, they would have told him already. Jean's part in this is to act as a decoy, no more, no less.
"Ready?" Mikasa asks him, and Jean nods, drawing his hood up. "Let's go."
Getting down into the dungeon is easy, furthering Jean's suspicions that no one is actually trying to keep Eren locked up at this point. The boy in question is sitting quietly in his cell, a look of grim determination on his face that doesn't waver even as Mikasa opens the door and steps inside to unlock the shackles around his limbs.
Armin stays back to watch for guards while Jean steps inside the cell next to his comrades, nodding at Eren when he catches Jean's eye. Jean expects Eren to make a jab at him, but to his surprise, all Eren says is, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Jean snorts. "Kind of late to turn back now, isn't it?" he asks, and Eren's brow scrunches up.
"I was just trying to make sure!" he snaps. "You don't have to be such a jerk about it!"
"I wasn't being a jerk about anything!" Jean hisses in response. "I'm here, aren't I, making this switch? You should be thanking me on bended knee!"
"Like I would ever-"
"Mikasa, someone's coming!" Armin calls quietly, and Mikasa is suddenly gone. Eren and Jean stand awkwardly in the cell while they wait for her to return.
"You should... probably sit in the chair," Eren says. "And put the shackles on."
Jean coughs. "Yeah," he agrees, and sits down, fidgeting nervously again as Eren begins to lock him up. There's enough slack in the chains that he can move freely, but the cold metal feels uncomfortable against his limbs. Jean hopes he won't have to stay like this for long.
"Thank you for doing this," he hears Eren say, and Jean looks up in surprise. He's not quite sure how to respond; it's not like he's doing anything important. Eren will be the one out there fighting, tracking down the female type titan. He's the one putting his life on the line. All Jean has to do is sit in a cell and wait.
"Yeah, well... Just don't screw anything up," Jean huffs. Don't die, he thinks. Don't become another snack for the titan.
Eren doesn't say anything, just shrugs nervously, and Jean wonders suddenly what will happen if Eren doesn't return. The thought makes him feel ill.
"Eren," he says quietly, eyes dropping to the floor. "In case... In case you don't come back, I just want you to know that I... I..."
Jean hears Eren shift in front of him, and suddenly, Jean doesn't want to speak, he just wants to do. He grits his teeth and leans forward, far enough that he pulls his shackles taut, because just in case Eren doesn't come back, Jean wants to—
"Jean, what are you doing?" Eren asks, and Jean blinks. He's moved out far enough that his torso is sticking out awkwardly, his arms pulled tightly and uncomfortably behind him, and Jean can tell without seeing that he looks very stupid. His cheeks flush and he sits back.
"N-nothing," he says. "Just trying to get comfortable, that's all." There's a pause, and then he adds without looking at Eren, "Try not to get yourself killed, huh? You're not entirely useless to us."
Eren glares at him. "I'll show you entirely useless," he grumbles under his breath, stomping childishly out of the cell to join Mikasa and Armin.
Jean does not pout in response.