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@3dmgequine
Jearmin Week - Day 3 - Sickness
Jean: Hands under the blankets Armin: No. Jean: Yes! Armin: Don’t you think you’re overdoing it? Jean: No. Drink this. Armin: You just said hands– Jean: I know, I know! Hell … now drink this and then I’m– Armin: You don’t need to read my book to me, I can hold it - yes with my hands outside the blankets, thank you, Jean - but I’m fine.
I just wonder if that gaze of Armin is going to become some fucked up meme in my own pictures ;;
quick erejean sketch to keep me motivated~!
HBofND AU { 3dmgequine & Cadet-Eren }
“They only caught me because of a coward.” He growled slightly, not really liking that the other was defending his guards. He couldn’t really blame the other, but it didn’t change the fact that those tanned hands clenched rather tightly, turning his head to the side in that moment. “You would think that ten years of dedicated service and using my body for the greater good would earn me some sort of status, but no. No, a coward is a coward, no matter how much a person may be worth. They’re going to have a lot of issues making money without me!” He couldn’t help himself. Marco had been injured by this coward, and if he ever got the chance, he would slit the cowards throat himself. He didn’t deflate until he heard that teasing tone, his hands relaxing as he listened to Jean for just a moment longer. “You’re only a captain. You don’t have a lot of money.” He added, shifting forward slightly to press his face to the other’s shoulder before he was guided up, up and into that soft, sweet kiss. In the beginning. The moment he felt those teeth start to tug at his lips was the moment he opened his mouth, wanting more from him. No, he needed more. So there was a large amount of disappointment that he felt, as Jean left his side. “But I’ll behave, as long as you let me out once a day. It’s all I need to get the ingredients that we would need for the day’s food. Is that all right?” He asked, pouting slightly as he pulled the pan off the heat, the frittata looking particularly delicious as he glanced back at the other once again. “I will rest for the rest of the day, as you go out and earn the money so that I can feed you.” Honestly paying for food.. Now that was a strange concept to him. He wasn’t going to argue with the other anymore, but now that the food was off the heat, it was easy to cross back to Jean, his hands sliding down his chest to fumble with the front of his pants. “I want to have another meal before you go to work though, captain.” He purred the words, the gold bracelets jingling on his wrists as he leaned in again, moving o kiss the other in the same passionate way as before. “There’s no damage done to my mouth… So perhaps you could consider using that instead?” He offered, nipping lightly at him bottom lip before pushing Jean back and taking special care not to pull his back might at all. “Please let me thank you for your kindness last night.”
"I make enough to get by." He said with a small shrug. "Most of the coin I make gets sent back home to my mother. She has my younger siblings to care for since my bastard of a father left us all for dead." There was a brief flicker of anger in his voice. It wasn't fair that he would just leave like that. His poor mother left with ten year old Jean and his four much younger siblings. And it was right near winter too... If he ever found the man he swore to it personally he would gut the other where he stood. "Plus she's starting to get on in age. Her health was never the best to begin with." He explained but then changed the subject. He really didn't like talking about personal things like that.
"Only once a day. And heavily diguised." He said. Jean didn't really want to cage Eren up like a bird, but there was little choice for the moment. The other was injured, wanted and unwelcomed in this city. And he was afraid of losing the other should he get caught or worse. No doubt what had happened yesturday was luck that he had stumbled upon the scene in the square, The Captain doubt that both he and Eren would be so fortunate a second time.
Jean had forgotten what a dangerous beast he had on his hands as Eren slowly pressed him back, much like a lion cornering his prey. A groan was held down in his throat as those deft fingers teased him through the thin fabirc of his pants. It was far too earlier to fall for this witchcraft. And he knew exactly what the other had meant by 'meal' even before the elaboration of how well his mouth would still work. There hadn't been a night that went by when the Captain didn't dream of having the other suck him off, forcing himself deep enough down the other's throat until his eyes were watering and the urge to properly breath became to great.
Even though that hand barely pushed him, he fell back onto the worn wooden chair that was in the corner of the small kitchen. Swallowing, he looked up at those lustful emerald eyes, depserately trying to think of any excuse to say no or decline. But as he opened his mouth all that came out was a shaky "Yes." His body was betraying him, cock twitching at the vivid imagery his head created and at the prospect of being sucked off by the other.
Not like he was going to be on time for work anyways.
'Every trigger warning known to man under the read mores you have been warned' the RP [3dmgEquine & Cadet Eren]
He could feel that heated skin as he rested above the other, watching him carefully from behind the sunglasses. His eyes were only slightly dilated, taking in everything just a bit more than he should. But knowing that he could still focus in on Eren really said a lot about him, about his current condition. It was even easier for Eren to pop back to his feet, hovering over the two toned boy for a moment longer. “I’ll speak slowly. And I’ll go get you some food right now. Something nice and warm, easy to swallow.” He said, moving rather quickly back into the kitchen. Though that was going to be the true problem for the night. Taking even a step into that kitchen was telling him everything he needed to know. Of course the other was reacting so strangely to the drug. Not only was he never seeming to go outside (even if that was his fault), he ate terribly. No, terribly wasn’t even a good word for it. Jean ate swill in a condensed soup form. Assuming that some of the vegetables and ingredients around were left by Marco, he scoffed slightly, plucking some of the older vegetables up and grabbing the broth that he knew would have far too much sodium in it. Tsking slightly, he started to dive through the ingredients he had managed to scramble together, chopping and settling everything into a nice, warm pot. Spices went in right after, and it couldn’t have been twenty minutes before a nice, warm smell started to float through the small apartment. Yeah, he was going overboard for someone that he was supposed to just have met, but he had kissed the other already. Eren just didn’t want Jean to get too suspicious of what he was doing, Every now and then he would wander over, giving Jean his phone, some water, changing the heated towel on his forehead every now and then. It was the amount of care your best friend, or your lover would give you, not the amount of attention a stranger would give. At one point, he actually knelt back down, pulling out his keys and the subsequent flashlight that was attached to it, checking the other’s eyes once again. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, hoping that the other’s cravings would have started. A craving for food that wasn’t actually for food. Or if the other would get hard from just his body’s reaction. It was all a delicate balance that he had needed to test, and in his opinion, the test was failing almost miserably. “Dinner will be done in just a few minutes. Something not so overloaded with sodium that it makes your head explode. It’s a good think you had any vegetables at all in this house.” He joked lightly, running a hand through Jean’s hair. He got up again after that, and just as he had promised, he came back with the warm soup. Completely vegetarian, something that if he got the chance, he could actually eat it with the other. Setting the bowl in his own lap, Eren grabbed the spoon and held it out to the other. “Tell me if you like it, all right?”
Jean only found himself nodding numbing to Eren's words, shifting to make himself more comfortable on his lumpy futon, pulling a blanket partially over himself. His mind was trying to grasp a word to mark just how he felt but it was no different than trying to hold sand in one's hand. He didn't quite feel sick like a cold, nor the sort of tired one gets from exhaustion.
It was like his senses were warped, his vision seeming to blur somewhat while his skin became far more sensitive. Running his fingers along the worn fabric of the futon's mattress, he would have sworn he could feel every fiber of the fabric. The smooth glass of water that Eren had brought over seemed far slicker that it should have been as he brought a second hand over to help him hold onto it. And the smell of whatever Eren was cooking was intoxicating. Almost like getting drunk off of an expensive wine.
"I'm...not sure 'better' is the word for it" he answered honestly, eyes squinting as the light was shone into them, nearly blinding him. It was too bright. Everything around him seemed overwhelming, threatening to consume him at almost any moment. It was when Eren's hand ran through his hair, it sent a pleasant warmth through him and he pressed almost eagerly into it. Those fingers felt so good against his scalp as they brushed their way back.
When the other broke the contact though and left, there was a frown that made it's way on his face. He felt terribly cold now that the other had left and it was confusing him. Normally he wouldn't even tolerate anyone within his personal space, his apartment vicinity or even touching him. And yet here Eren was doing all three, breaking every rule Jean had set. And he couldn't figure out why he wanted to feel those fingers running along himself.
Nodding he leaned forward, taking the food off of the spoon that was offered to him. Instantly his taste buds were alive and for a moment it was overwhelming to Jean. He was willing to bet he could name every vegetable, spice, herb and even the broth Eren had used to make the dish. The flavors were almost tangible to the touch in swirls of color. It was too surreal. Maybe he was dreaming.
"It's delicious" he responded, reaching for the spoon himself. "I can feed myself you know." Probably. Maybe. He wasn’t quite sure if he would have the motor skills needed to hold the spoon and bowl. He could hardly hold a glass.
HBofND AU { 3dmgequine & Cadet-Eren }
Really, it had been a rather smooth morning. Even wounded, Eren was a talented man, stronger than his lithe frame made him appear. He was brilliant, if not a bit reckless. And that translated well to moving around towns undetected, even taking just a bit of gold to buy the feast in front of him. Just enough gold not to get noticed. It was what he was born doing, it was what he would end up dying doing… Even under the roof of the almost infamous captain. He had heard muttering about the events that had unfolded last night, from the merchants and from many of the guards. Perhaps that was the best advantage to not having all of his good, the mundane clothing. He didn’t stand out, short of the very tanned skin and the way he moved so smoothly. He was just another foreigner, not a gypsy. Sure, that meant that some of the merchants wouldn’t actually sell to him, but it didn’t mean they all wouldn’t. And that was something else he could get used to. If anyone asked, he was an artist, looking at the streets of paris to take back home.. No one needed to know that his home as sitting atop another house here. Well… Could he consider it his home? Was he allowed to call it his home now? These were the thoughts that plagued his mind now. He was just glad to know that, according to the mutterings, both prisoners had escaped… And that meant that Marco was safe. His best friend was alive out there, reuniting with the troupe and finding a better life with them again. A small part of Eren was jealous. Luckily, the larger part of him was thankful. Which was why he was so surprised that the other almost sounded angry with him. He had done all of this for the other! What right did Jean have to be mad at him? The pout that was on his lips as they other entered the room dissipated almost instantly the moment that he saw the other though. Saw those deep scars on his skin in the daylight, crossed across that strong muscle underneath. Right. Right, there was a reason that he couldn’t stay mad at the other. “The guards are idiots who can’t tell what is right under their noses.” He scoffed, turning his head to the side as he felt those warm arms wrap around him again. He couldn’t actually stay mad at Jean, not when he was getting this sort of reaction out of the man. “I will have you know that I have worked very hard to bring this meal to you. So if it burns, then I will never forgive you.” He added, huffing slightly. He seemed to grow silent for a moment, letting Jean nuzzle into his neck in that protective, affectionate way. Eren couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips right after, letting his eyes slide shut and just enjoy the warm embrace. “I’m careful. I swear.” The brunet whispered, letting his arms come up and actually clutch against the other’s skin, before turning his head to the side. “Stop clutching to me and kiss me already. Or are you too much of an idiot to do that?”
"Hey now, those guards caught you once you know" Jean reminded him, his voice a bit harder for just a moment. "And you saw the result of what happened. I was able to save your life once but next time." He trailed off not wanting to say it. The Captain knew with little doubt if Eren was caught a second time he would have no choice but to kill the other with his own hands. As grim as it was though, Jean wouldn't be a coward and would at the very least give the other a respectable death. He wouldn't let some other pig have the honor...if it came down to that.
"If by working very hard you mean causing trouble once again by steal coin I gather?" He shifted the coversation away from such dreadful thoughts. While the words were meant to be stern, there was a certain playfulness to his tone. "I'm not against you using my gold you know. It decreases the likelihood of you losing fingers or a hand by crossing the wrong mechant."
Jean nearly laughed at the request as he leaned down, claiming the Turkish boy's lips in a slow, soft kiss. He wanted to tell Eren that yes, he was an idiot. Risking his life, his job, everything for him with the stunt that was pulled last night. His grip tightened slightly on the other as he pressed closer, teeth grazing that bottom lip for a moment before he pulled away in an attempt to control himself.
"Don't want the food to burn" he muttered lamely. This was dangerous. Eren was dangerous. He wanted, craved, needed everything the other had and it irritated himself that now was a bad time for it. For weeks Jean had wanted nothing more than to have the gypsy, or perhaps the other way around? Either way, such actions weren't going to be happening for a while. Not while that lithe, tanned body needed to recover...
"I take it that it will be asking too much to have you lie low inside while I do damage control out there? You really should take a day to just rest and let those stitches take hold." Not only would it give him some small peice of mind, but he didn't want Eren to overexert himself and strain those wounds. Surely having a soft bed and somewhere safe to sleep would be enticing enough to keep him inside if only until Jean returned home?
'Every trigger warning known to man under the read mores you have been warned' the RP [3dmgEquine & Cadet Eren]
This was the easiest part. Supporting Jean was far easier than he had thought it would have been, one arm around his waist, swinging the other’s arm around his own shoulders and just heaving the other up. It was almost as if the other had gone dead weight on him, but he didn’t mind it as much. Eren was strong, stronger than he even seemed to look… And he looked pretty damn strong for a nerdy guy. He just needed Jean to see it, he had to have Jean noticed the way that he looked, the way that he cared. After all, he was just some guy that Jean had just met, and to be letting him up and into that apartment was a big step for the other. At least he did the other a kindness and turned his head away from the lock. It was all right, he could figure that out later, when it was needed. Surely the other had it written down somewhere in his apartment as well. Besides, once the final layer of that drug kicked in, that was when he could actually start to enjoy the night. Well, if Jean had the proper reaction to it. It was all just a test, and he already knew how he would need to tweak it to lessen the blow on the other. He shouldn’t have been getting quite this sloppy from such a low dose. Still, despite the trouble of navigating the staircase, Eren fished around in the other’s pockets for a moment before shifting through his few keys and opening the door for him. “Come on then.” He said simply, scooping the other up at this point and actually carrying Jean across the threshold. The apartment was small, smaller than he ever would have thought it could be. His eyes took everything in for a moment, noticing the futon and making a beeline right for it. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right? I’m going to be a doctor, Jean. And it’s so clearly obvious that something is wrong with you.” He muttered, turning towards the smack kitchen and grabbing a nearby towel. “I’ll be out in just a minute, I promise. I just… You’re going to have some issues if you don’t get something besides coffee in your stomach. Can I call Marco? Heat up some food? Anything?” He asked, wetting the towel under the faucet and wandering back over to the other, kneeling down beside him with the cool cloth. His body seemed to be heating up in the right way, as he pressed the cool cloth to the other’s cheek. He would care for Jean. Show him just how much he loved Jean. The touch was so kind, as he pressed it to the other’s forehead. “I can leave you alone if you want, but at least take my number if that’s the case, okay? I want to be there for you.” He needed to be there for Jean, this wasn’t a question anymore.
Despite feeling tired, Jean couldn't shake the growing nausea and unease rising up in his stomach as they made there way through the building. His mind was screaming at him to recoil from Eren's touch, harmless as it might have been but his body had zero intentions fo responded. Even as they arrived at his door finally, the whole situation was well beyond his comfort level and Jean should have been a shaking, terrified mess at the whole situation.
But he wasn't.
There was a part of his mind rationalizing that Eren was only concerned and trying to help him, much like Marco does. His prickly exterior was effectively subdued and Jean couldn't help but to feel to exposed and vulnerable. Especially with someone he had only know for a few hours that he was forced to trust. He jsut kept telling himself that Marco had reccomended Eren for the day and he trusted his friends judgment above all else. The freckled boy would never put him into a dangerous position.
"H-hey!" He made a startled sound at being picked up so suddenly, his arms immediately going around the others neck for some sense of grounding. Being carried into his apartment wasn't exactly what he had in mind, warning flags being raised in his head but once he was laid on the familiar comfort of his futon, those brief concerns faded away. He was home. He was safe. He could spend the remander of the ngiht and tomorrow recovering from whatever was plaguing him.
"I just need some rest." Jean responded needing a bit of effort before he managed to kick off his shoes and shrug himself out of his jacket as Eren did something in the kitchen. His fingers fumbled with the zippers tag for a few moments before grapsing it properly and sliding it down. Honestly it was hard enough to focus on making himself more comfortable and on what the other was saying at the same time that he missed what was being said. Something about food? And maybe Marco? It was hard to tell.
Although at the feeling of that cool towel being pressed to his forehead Jean easily leaned into it, closing his eyes with a small sigh. It felt wonderful against his heated skin. "You're talking too fast." he muttered, letting his eyes close. "I missed most of what you said. It's hard to focus." His mind normally was a whirlwind of hundreds of thoughts, what ifs, anxieties and his haunted past. Right now though, it was having trouble balancing two, even three things at once.
"Food would be nice. There's some soup in the cabinet to the left of the sink." Jean wasn't quite certain how much of it he would eat, but even having some of the broth to help settle his stomach might be an improvement to quell the butterflies currently having a field day.
“…I think.”
Jeaneren week 2015 | Day one: Road Trip
a friendly smile and comfortable silence. [x]
Commission for the ever patient quartetship. Thanks so much <3
Erejean week day 1 - Roadtrip
Your body is 65% water and I'm thirsty.
“……..Kirschstein, no.”
“….”
Nile sighed, and was about to gently nudge the boy back, until he brazenly brought Nile’s hand to his lips. The Commander had an inkling of what Kirschtein might be doing, and he pulled his hand back, pressing a hand on the teen’s chest, and shoving him backward.
“Get out of my face, you ridiculous child!” Nile snapped. It would be nice to get home, for once, without getting harassed by Erwin’s weirdos. “Get back to the Survey Corps headquarters, and get out of my sight!”
Thoroughly annoyed, Nile pushed off the wall and began to briskly walk back towards the street. He was definitely going to have to send word to Erwin, and tell him to keep his ragtag soldiers in line.
Jean stumbled back, his once well trained gear balance thrown of by the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He hit the ground rather hard with a cry, the liquor he drank doing little to numb the pain that blossomed from his tail bone to radiate up his spine.
He frowned as the clearly agitated Commander brushed past him, hearing those words. “I would go back if I could walk that far you grumpy scruffy ass old goat!” He yelled after the other, now sulking as he drew his knees up and buried his face. Needless to say Jean was a bit of an emotional drunk.
Erejean Week Day 7: Ocean
At the age of 13, Jean Kirschtein meets a beautiful young merman named Eren by the ocean shore.
This ended up looking more kine an au theme, oh well;;
EreJean Week Day 7: Ocean
I just want these boyos to have their damn beach episode and, you know, not die.
it’s nice like this (but so fcking cold)
(erejean week, day 3: winter; big warm blankets are the b est tho)
EreJean Week Day 8: Birthday
And finally, thus ends the wonderful EreJean week ;w; I’ll need to peruse the tag since I have free time finally and check out everything.
I love how Jean and Eren’s birthdays are basically a week apart.
i wanted to draw 666thfish erejean gemsonas but i kinda got carried away,,, Also i’m sorry i just wanted to draw Jean with tighter…clothes.. (self-indulgent i know) it was very fun to do :^)
erejean week!!! im so late ahhhhh but i hope you all like it, i had so much fun doing all those prompts
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