Feb 8, 2021
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Is HERE Jean ❤❤❤
Don’t worry, Pieck; despite not listening to your brave hero -speech last chapter, Jean does care about you.
And here’s a few more scenes for us shippers:
...And since we’re all here-
-let’s give a salute to AruAni while we’re at it!
Resting after the war because all of them are tired.
Jean X Pieck
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JeanPiku Week, Day 1!
Theme of the day: Free space
Note: I assumed that “free space” meant that we get to pick the subject, but if it didn’t... ah well, oops.
Day 1: Free Space
“There’ll be a hole on the floor if you don’t stop pacing around soon, Jean” Armin says to the man who just keeps walking back and forth in front of him “Sit down and calm down.”
“I’m as calm as I can right now” Jean says, wiggling his hands behind his back.
“Just let him be” Connie says “If we did get him to sit down, he’d start ranting to calm his nerves instead. I’d rather listen to his footsteps than his whining.”
Jean stops, glaring at Connie over his shoulder.
“You- “
Whatever he had to say, it dies down on his tongue as the door opens and Annie steps in. The men turn to look at her, expectant.
“It’s over” she says. As the three continue staring at her, she makes room to let someone else pass from the doorway. When no one moves, she adds: “Pieck’s fine, and so’s the baby.”
That’s all it takes for Jean to rush past her, vaguely registering Armin scolding Annie about the way she’d started it, saying that it was too misleading, but that’s all he managed to hear before getting upstairs. Wasting no time, he headed for the room he knew Pieck to be in. Meeting the midwife at the door, he quickly gave his thanks before entering.
Pieck laid in the bed, holding her baby in her arms. Their baby.
“Hey” he says.
“Hey” she says back “You can come closer you know; neither of us bites.”
Smirking, Jean says: “I happen to know that that’s a lie on your part.”
Pieck snorts.
“Really? I just gave birth and you’re already telling dirty jokes?” she asks “At least let me rest a day or two.”
“Sorry sorry” Jean laughs as he comes over, looking at their sleeping, black haired baby. One that looked more like its mother, thankfully. The child wouldn’t have horse jokes directed at it… probably “A boy or a girl?”
“Throw a guess”
Jean was pretty sure it was a boy, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself by getting it wrong. But after his wife had said that, not saying anything would make her realize exactly what he was thinking, and that would be an even bigger embarrassment.
“A boy”
“Correct” Pieck answers, holding the baby out for Jean to take “Here, hold him.”
He takes his son in to his arms, seeing the baby stir a little as he is moved, but in the end, he doesn’t wake up. He just continues to slumber, only now in his father’s arms instead of his mother’s.
This was a surreal moment for Jean. So many times, he had thought he’d die in battle, his first time being at Trost, his own home town, at the age of 15. After he had joined the scouts, he sometimes dreamed that, if he was lucky, he’d be permanently crippled one day while on duty, and thus could safely retire with pride before he got himself killed. He had considered surviving the fights with the titans, and later the war, very unlikely. And yet here he was, during a time of peace, with his wife and their newborn son.
“Wife that tried to kill me and who I tried to kill when we met” he thinks, snorting “But well, that’s kind of a thing around here, at least if we ask the Arlerts.”
“What?” Pieck asks, having noticed his laughing.
“Nothing, just thinking” he says “If someone had told me of this situation six years ago, I would’ve laughed to their faces or have them sent in to a mental hospital.”
Pieck laughs, knowing exactly what he meant.
“Had someone told me about this situation six years ago, I would’ve bitten their head off” she says “Literally.”
“Ouch” Jean says “In more ways than one. Surely the idea of you and me together couldn’t have looked that bad to you, could it?”
Pieck shrugs.
“After our fight with Eren, no” she says “But before forming the alliance? We were enemies, Jean.”
“…Point taken” the man says. Wanting to speak of something else, he asks: “Have you thought of a name?”
“I have some ideas” Pieck answers “You?”
“Well, yeah” actually, for a few years now Jean had had an idea of what he’d want to name his son if he ever had one, but he knew that the child’s mother would have to approve of it as well “What would you think of- “
“Knock knock, anyone home?” Connie called out, slamming the door open as he did, waking up the baby while he was at it. Needless to say, the startled bundle started to cry. Connie got a glare from both of the fresh parents, causing him to smile sheepishly.
“Oops…” he muttered “Sorry.”
“You’re lucky that I’m tired” Pieck tells him.
“But I’m not” Jean says, handing the baby back to her before turning to Connie. The shorter man raises an eyebrow, saying: “Fine. I’d rather take you on any time than her.”
But Jean can barely reach Connie before Annie kicks their legs out from under them, saying as they hit the floor: “If you’re going to fight, do it outside.”
“Annie! You can’t just barge in like that!” Armin called out as he too came in “Sorry, Pieck”
Pieck just smiles, trying to soothe her crying baby as she does.
“No harm done”
“Your husband getting thrown on the floor is not harm?” Jean asks, still laying where he’d fallen.
“You’re alive, aren’t you?” Pieck asks.
“Aren’t you two just lovely?” Connie asks as he gets up, and no one misses the sarcasm “So, a boy or a girl?”
“A boy” Jean answers as Armin helps him up.
“Cool” Connie grins “You did once say that if you ever had a son, you’d name him after- “
“Shut it, Connie” Jean hisses “We haven’t decided on the name yet!”
“You already had such a strong opinion on this? You should’ve said so” Pieck scolds, but then processes Connie’s words “But if you say you want to name him after Eren- “
“As if”
“Good” Pieck chuckles “Just making sure. Then, after who?”
Jean hesitates.
“It’s not like we have to pick that one” he says “You had ideas too, didn’t you?”
“So? I should at least hear yours” she says, smirking “And we can always use my ideas for the next ones.”
Jean blushes a little and the others laugh.
“Well,” he says, clearing his throat “I was thinking of the name Marco.”
The name was vaguely familiar for Pieck. She remembered Jean asking about someone with that name from Annie and Reiner before they had left for the continent during the war, and remembered that the man had been indirectly fed to a pure titan by the said blonds. And judging from Jean’s reaction from that night, he’d been really close with the guy.
“Sure” she says, and Jean stares at her in disbelief “Seriously?”
Pieck shrugs.
“Why not?” she asks “Marco Kirstein sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does” Connie puts in before Jean can tell his opinion “Right guys?”
“It does” Armin confirmed “Right Annie?”
The woman just nods.
“This isn’t a majority vote you guys” Jean snaps, but then smiles “You’re right, though.”
Pieck smiles down at their baby.
“Marco Kirstein it is, then.”
JeanPiku Week, Day 2!
Theme of the day: Freedom
Day 2: Freedom
“Why wings?”
“What?” Jean turns to look at the woman sitting at the table across from him, her head resting on her hands.
“The wings on this uniform” she clarifies “Why wings, instead of something else?”
Jean has no idea why she’s asking, but it’s not like he has a reason to not answer her question.
“They’re called Wings of Freedom” he says “They represent the freedom us scouts aimed to have by venturing outside the walls before… before we actually knew what lay in wait after the titans.”
Is his tone accusive? Jean wouldn’t be surprised if so, nor would he be sorry if it was, but whatever the case, Pieck doesn’t react to it.
“Freedom, huh…” she mutters “That’s kind of abstract.”
“It was… is Eren’s obsession” he says, a thought suddenly occurring to him “Haven’t you ever wished for it?”
She looks at him in surprise “Me?”
Jean nods.
“Well, I tended to believe that our, the Eldians on the continent, lives would eventually get easier if we worked hard enough to prove that we meant no harm” she says “You know, not having to live in the interment zones, or at the very least not needing permission to temporarily leave. Or to not have to wear armbands anymore.”
Jean frowns.
“That doesn’t exactly sound like freedom to me.”
Pieck shrugs.
“It’s the realistic amount of freedom I could hope to achieve in my lifetime” is her answer, and he grimaces. Sometimes Jean forgets that the Warriors don’t have long to live anymore. He briefly considers asking Pieck exactly how long does she have left, but decides against it. It’d be too insensitive.
“And what about the roses?”
“Huh?” Jean looks at her, surprised at the sudden change in topic.
“One type of your uniform has roses instead of wings” she clarifies “Why?”
“Ah, that’s the Garrison uniform” Jean pauses. Why was it roses again? He had probably heard it before, but…
“I don’t remember” he hated admitting that in front of Pieck, but it was better than having to say that he didn’t know.
“Don’t remember or don’t know?” she asks, her smirk telling him that she thought she’d seen through him.
“Don’t remember” he glared.
“Hmm” she hummed “What about the horse symbol, then?”
“The Military Police” he says “Can’t really remember that one, either.”
“Hmm” she hums again “I think I saw swords on the backs of uniforms at one point, too.”
“Those are for the soldiers in training” Jean said “Since which ever section one joins, they’re expected to learn to use the swords.”
“Ooh, so you actually knew that one” Pieck comments, making Jean glare at her. She laughs. After that, silence falls over them. Jean’s mind starts to wander, the rocking of the ship being surprisingly calming. A calm before the storm, he was sure.
Pieck got his attention again as she fiddled with the sleeve of her coat. It was ironic that the only one on board wearing the Wings of Freedom was the one with the least reason to actually wear them.
“I kind of like this, though” she says suddenly “I think it suits me, and the idea of wings that carry you to freedom is nice.”
“More like wings that carry you to a titan’s mouth” Jean thinks, shuddering when he remembers that it wasn’t all that long ago that he actually was in a titan’s mouth. Pieck’s, that is.
“Until four years ago, they were considered something that carried people to an early grave” he says instead. It’s not like they still didn’t, take Sasha, peace to her soul, for example, but now their sacrifices were remembered with honor instead of ridicule.
“I suppose choosing how one dies is a freedom of its own” Pieck says “I’d rather go down fighting than just waiting for doom.”
She sounded awfully lot like the younger Eren there, but Jean guessed that she wouldn’t appreciate it if he told her so. Besides, considering that he was here with her, potentially sailing to his own death, he wasn’t much different, was he?
“Yeah, me too.”