#jeancon

[somethingaboutdatbott]

Here are some of my favorite aot ships inspired by @hangeslefteye 's post

[lenok993]

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Tr: "jeanmarco mid reijean mid erejean mid jeankasa mid jeancon mid jeansasha mid jeanpikku mid jearmin mid flojean mid berujean mid jeannie mid jeanhisu mid jean bitchless canon stop fighting because the only person he’s ever kissed is his mother"

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[pickalilywrites]

What is your full list of AOT ships that you're okay writing about? Just want to make sure and not make you uncomfortable.

hi, thanks for asking! that's v kind of you :)

in absolutely no order:

rivetra, levihan, levinifa, levirico, petruo, zeketra, erepeto (aged up), erutra, eruhan, mobuhan, eld x fiancee, eremika, ereani, eremin, erejean, erehisu, yumihisu, mikahisu, mikani, mikasasha, springles, springlestein, jeancon, jeansasha, arusasha, reibert, nicosasha, falbi, udofia, levi x yelena, zeke x frieda, jeanpiku, pikupoko, arumika, ricoian, mitabi x anka, marumina, jeanmaro, aruani, beruani, hilow, maruani, marcel x annie

one sided:

erefloch (on floch's side), mikalouise (on louise's side)

ships i don't write for (just rly no interesting in writing for that ship either b/c negative experience/no interest/dont rly feel like i have much to contribute to that particular ship):

ereri, erepiku, erezeke, zevi, eruri, rivamika

in general: all platonic ships ok. NSFW ok. no noncon/rape and underage.

if you don't see your ship mentioned, please feel free to ask if i'm comfortable writing them :) snk has a myriad of ships and it's definitely possible i've missed some beloved ones.

[ratassium]

Hi sorry to admit I absolutely adore Jeanconnie

[rennohara]

"So this is how it ends for us."

"Guess so...We'll entrust them with the rest."

[snk-as-tiktoks]

Jean + Connie

[a-random-internet-user]

"I just think they're neat!"

The idea of the three of them living on a farm together has been lying at the back of my head for a while now...

Feel neat might make a headcanon post or smth idk

[catacal-z]

🌙 Looking for literate RP partners 🌙

⭐️ Please be over 18+

⭐️ NSFW is always welcome

⭐️ Must use discord

⭐️ Fandoms I currently write for is AOT, BNHA (MHA), Naruto and I’d like to try writing JJK at some point! If you don’t see the fandom you wanna write for just ask! These are just the big ones!

⭐️ Talk to me outside of the rp! This can make communication and misunderstandings easier to fix and I like making friends

⭐️ I am flexible with who I write! I don’t have a heavy set muse.

⭐️ I’m very open minded to ships as well even if it’s a bit crack, I’m sure we can make it work in some way

⭐️ No oc x canon ships please

⭐️ I heavily prefer AU’s

⭐️ Message this account and we can discuss what we want to RP and other junk!!

[glassesandswords]

OKAY, this might be a lot😆, but how about Eren x Mikasa, Armin x Mikasa, and Eren x Armin (Shiganshina Trio) also Jean x Sasha, Jean x Connie, and Connie x Sasha (Springlestein)?

I've already answered EreMika, Eremin and Springles!

Disclaimer: These ratings are my personal, biased opinions, and are purely for entertainment purposes.

1. AruMika: Really cute! They have got the childhood friends to lovers trope and I love how they always care selflessly for each other. Both Armin and Mikasa stand up for each other and the entire Serumbowl arc as well as the season 4 table scene is enough to solidify AruMika as one of the healthiest ships in AOT. (Also Mikasa covering Armin to save him from the explosion in Zachary's office omg)

Favourite moment: "Is hurting Mikasa the freedom you yearned for? Who is the slave who bows to a master again?"

Canon rating: 10/10

AU rating: 9/10

2. JeanSasha: These two make me cackle. I think they shined the most in the OVA where they had a cook-off against each other. It's amazing to see the two of them pit their headstrong characters against each other during their free time and work like a perfect unit when things need to get done. I love their interactions. Jean's reaction when she got shot was just absolutely heartbreaking. However, their interactions are pretty limited compared to Sasha and Connie's interactions.

Favourite moment: Jean offering his hand to Sasha after she breaks down after losing the cooking contest. (OVA)

Canon rating: 7.5/10

AU rating: 8/10

3. JeanCon: Good ship. Springlestein itself has great chemistry amongst the three characters, kinda like Erurihan. I love the fact that it's such a balanced relationship that all pairings between these three work well. I liked how Jean and Connie leaned on each other after Sasha's death. Their moments in chapter 138 were especially bittersweet.

Favourite moment: “Do you remember, Jean? The night of the entrance ceremony?” “Yeah.” “You know this all your fault, right? That we ended up stuck with the job of saving humanity.”

Canon rating: 8.5/10

AU rating: 8.5/10

[mimirexx]

It’s Christmas time, baby! This fic is a Christmas gift for @snk-esli-thoughts I hope you like it! I wish you all the best and happy holidays, my dear 😊♥️

[lenok993]

Happy birthday Connie!

[asphodelmeadowx]

Hi, I’m back! ;-; [x]

[pickalilywrites]

love jeancon + @selysa b/c both are beautiful. as always, ty for welcoming me to such a tender ship xoxo

Something Like Home 

JeanCon. Canonverse. 

1842 words. 

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Even as Connie smiles, he is filled with an overwhelming numbness and it takes every ounce of will in his body to not burst into tears. It is not that he is ungrateful for the refuge that Jean and Mrs. Kirschtein have so graciously provided him. He truly is grateful for being allowed a place to stay and food to eat. He’s in a much better situation than the refugees from Wall Maria nearly five years ago who had died from cold and starvation in the streets. Still, his grief and despair prevent him from fully appreciating the kindness being shown to him. Any other person in his situation would be thankful to be offered a house to stay in, and yet all Connie can think about is how he no longer has a home to return to.

“Would you like to eat more, Connie?” Mrs. Kirschtein asks kindly. She leans over, already picking up the dish of glazed yams and spooning another heaping portion onto Connie’s plate. “Boys like you and Jeanbo need to eat lots. I’m sure they feed you enough in the military, but it might be nice eating home-cooked food every once in a while too.”

“Mom,” Jean says, but he doesn’t say it harshly. It’s only a gentle gesture to signal her to stop talking, which she does after giving him an apologetic expression. There’s an awkward beat of silence before Jean sighs and tells Connie, “You don’t have to eat that if you don’t want to. I’ll just eat your leftovers if you can’t manage to finish everything.”

Connie nods, giving them both a weak smile. “Thanks,” he mumbles. He looks over at Mrs. Kirschtein, the same tight-lipped smile still on his lips. “The food is delicious, Mrs. Kirschtein.” It’s not a lie. It really is the best he’s eaten since he’s joined the military, but he just doesn’t have the appetite. The smell of freshly cooked meat, yams glazed in honey, and steamed vegetables all just remind him too much of the meals his mom used to cook for him.

Jean’s mother puts a gentle hand on Connie’s, and he’s surprised at how warm and soft it is just like his own mother’s used to be. When he looks up, Mrs. Kirschtein is looking down at him with a patient smile on her face. “Take your time, dearest,” she tells him. She gives his hand another pat before returning to her food.

He’s afraid that he’s ruined the atmosphere, but the rest of the dinner is filled with polite conversation. Mrs. Kirschtein continues to speak warmly to him, asking him about his life in the military and telling him to rest while he can. She doesn’t seem to mind his one-worded answers, and she doesn’t find it strange when her son begins to answer for Connie instead. She’s even tactful enough not to ask about his hometown or his family. Jean had probably told her what had happened when he had invited Connie to stay at his house. He really wishes he could enjoy all of this - being able to spend a night at his friend’s house, delicious home-cooked food, and this warm and inviting atmosphere - but he can’t. In the end, he picks at his food and absentmindedly scrapes at his plate with his fork, leaving half of his food unfinished.

After dinner, Mrs. Kirschtein invites Connie to sit in the living room and enjoy himself, but Jean takes a glance at Connie and tells him to head up for the night. Although he assures Jean that he’s fine with sleeping on the living room couch, Jean insists that Connie sleep in his room while he stays over. It’s a little uncomfortable to be sleeping in a bed that is not his even if he is offered the luxury of snug blankets and a soft pillow, which are things that aren't available to him in the military. Connie can only think about how strange it feels to be covered in someone else’s blankets, covered in someone else’s scent, and sleeping in someone else’s house even if it’s a house of a friend. It just makes him miss his home even more.

Jean sets up a place to sleep beside the bed, unraveling a mat and carrying in extra pillows and blankets for himself. Connie watches as Jean lays out the blankets. It must be even more uncomfortable to sleep on the floor, Connie thinks, and he feels guilty for being ungrateful despite being given the bed. He asks Jean if he wants the bed instead - after all, it’s his bed to begin with - but Jean shakes him off, saying that it’s fine. It’s better to sleep on a hardwood floor anyway. Knowing that his friend won’t budge, Connie snuggles back into the blankets, still feeling guilty.

By the time Jean draws the curtains, the sun is still setting outside. Connie tries to apologize for being so down, but Jean won’t hear any of it. He just shrugs and tells Connie that it’s fine. It’s been a while since they were able to get a good night’s rest, so they should sleep as much as they can. Another expedition beyond the Walls would be coming soon. It’s inevitable.

Connie knows Jean is right, and yet he finds it too difficult to fall asleep. He tries to lay in bed and breath deeply, inhale and then exhale, but his thoughts prevent him from slipping into slumber. Whenever he closes his eyes, his head is filled with visions of that day - his first return to his hometown since he had joined the military - and the ruins of Ragako. The memories fill him with more and more dread as he relives it - the grief of seeing his town smashed to pieces, the feeling of fear as he slowly made his way to what was left of his house, and the terror of seeing his mother in her new Titan form. He remembers his initial shock upon seeing the Titan and the denial about its true identity. Even after his mother’s identity had been confirmed, Connie still feels revolted about his mother’s new form, and the feeling of shame and horror suffocates him. Not wanting to remember these terrors any longer, Connie lies awake in bed with his eyes wide open. The dark shadows stretching across the ceiling are far better than the horrible memories he wishes to forget.

He wonders if Jean is having any trouble sleeping, but when Connie turns to observe his friend, he sees Jean is already breathing heavily. He’s probably been asleep for a long time. For a moment, Connie resents Jean for just a moment, jealous that his friend could sleep so easily despite everything they’ve been through, but a feeling of shame washes over him immediately. It’s a blessing that even one of them can get a good night’s sleep, and it’s cruel of Connie to be envious of Jean after all the kindness he’s showed him so far.

Connie turns in bed, hoping that another position will help him get more comfortable, but it’s difficult lying on his side. He adjusts himself again, turning on his other side, but he finds it equally uncomfortable. He shifts around in bed, tossing and turning tirelessly, until he gives up. No matter how hard he tries, he’ll never find himself at ease tangled up in these blankets. Connie can only hope that he falls asleep eventually, but he’s almost certain that he’ll end up lying awake in bed until morning. His attempts to lie still in bed are futile, however, and he finds himself unconsciously shifting every now and again - moving his arms, shifting his legs, turning his head. He’s unaware of how loud he’s being until he hears Jean get up.

Jean rises from his make-shift bed silently, without so much as a glance at Connie. He doesn’t utter a single word. He simply shuffles out of the room, the creak of the door the only sound that can be heard from him, and leaves. It makes Connie feel worse. He hadn’t meant to be so noisy as to disrupt his friend’s sleep. Not only is he taking Jean’s bed from him, but he’s also preventing Jean from getting any shut-eye. He really is an ungrateful friend. Connie sits up in bed, wondering if he should go down and apologize. A part of him feels that it’s the right thing to do, but another part of him says to just leave it. Jean had left him for a reason. He’s probably getting some sleep on the couch downstairs. It would be even more unthoughtful of him to go down and disturb Jean any further.

Just as the Connie is about to lie back down in bed, the door opens once more. When Connie turns his head towards the open door, he sees Jean’s silhouette walk through the doorway. He’s about to ask Jean why he’s come back, but Jean clears the room in a few strides, stepping carefully over the mat and blankets that make up his temporary bed, and offers a steaming mug of hot milk and honey to Connie.

“Drink up,” Jean tells him. He takes a seat beside Connie on the bed even though the bed is far too small for one person, let alone two. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable with the lack of space though. “It’ll help you sleep better.”

Connie looks at the mug being held out to him and reluctantly takes it after a few seconds pass. He doubts that his troubles can be erased with a sip of sweet honey milk, but he should at least drink a bit of it. It’s the very least he can do after Jean had gone through the trouble of making it for him. After mumbling his thanks, he takes a sip, and he’s surprised at how warm and velvety it is as it slips down his throat. It fills his lungs with warmth and light, and somehow he can’t stop drinking. It’s a temporary feeling of comfort, he knows, and yet he empties the cup anyway.

His hands are trembling when he finally lowers the empty cup from his lips. The rest of him is shaking as well, and he finds that tears are streaming down his face although he can’t remember when he had started crying.

“Hey,” Jean says. Gently, he takes the cup from Connie’s hands and places it on the dresser nearby. He wraps an arm around Connie’s shoulder, and Connie finds its presence far more comfortable than the blankets had ever been. “Are you alright?”

Connie nods, no longer numb. “It’s fine,” he tells Jean. “It’s nothing.” He’s not alright. He can never go back home, but he’s fine for now. Even if it’s just temporary, he’ll be okay because right now this feeling - of being welcomed into a warm house and a warm bed, a caring arm wrapped around him, and the taste of honey still on his tongue - feels a little like home.

[snowy-weather]

Just felt like doing this ‘ship meme’ thingie again. XD So much friendship!

I crossed out the ‘hate’ and ‘dislike’ because though there are some ships I don’t particularly care for.... I prefer to keep that opinion to myself. ^^ 

Petruo is still my OTP. ^^ Also I like a lot of Jean ships. They’re all cool. XD

[snk-as-tiktoks]

Jean + Connie