kaekiro

[kaekiro]

college age eremika from the castes AU

#😮‍💨 #art

[kaekiro]

#mikasa ackerman #snk #op art: snk

[kaekiro]

I want to revive this account but i hardly have time to invest in writing :(

#text #i miss being on here and sharing my work #I wanna try to get back into this but i already know how that goes

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5. The beginning of their peaceful end

It begins the night they leave everything behind, when he balances their belongings in one hand and holds out the other for her to take. She looks down at his outstretched palm and then up into his eyes, rimmed red with stray tears. The air between them is full of unspoken nervousness as they stare at one another, both of them realizing that this is the last they’ll ever see of this place, of everything they’ve ever known in their lives. Even so, she smiles at him to chase away any uncertainty. She places her hand in his, squeezing it as if to say I’m sure, I want this with you . To her surprise and shy delight, Eren pulls her close and raises her hand to his lips, closing his eyes as he presses a long kiss to her knuckles. He gazes at her just before he pulls away, and she blushes deeply at the newfound affection, wondering if she’s ever seen such fondness in his eyes. 

By the time they board the train, it's late in the evening and she’s relieved to see that there are scarcely any other passengers. She and Eren settle in the back corner of their cart after arranging their belongings under their seats, waiting for the train’s departure. Minutes begin to feel like hours as they wait, his eyes glued to the window as if he’s looking out for something. Or rather someone , she thinks, picturing the faces of their friends. Eren’s restlessness begins to surface through the bounce in his leg and the tap of his fingers against the seat, temporarily distracting her from the pangs of guilt. Though she sympathizes with his anxiousness, she does her best to soothe him the way she knows how, placing her hand atop of his thigh to get his attention. Eren stills and tears his eyes away from the window, looking over at her. She takes in a breath, lips parting to say something but when he glances down at her mouth, she freezes. 

“Um…” she starts, trying to think back to find the words she had mere seconds ago. He waits patiently for her and she looks down at her lap in mild embarrassment, giving up. “Sorry… I forgot what I was going to say.”

He starts chuckling, the sound she had all but forgotten pulling her eyes back to him. His smile makes him appear younger somehow, and she can’t help but think of how beautiful the sight is. Eren covers her hand with his own, squeezing it just as she did for him, and reaches over with his other hand to cup the side of her face. Before today, she couldn’t remember the last time they sought out each other's touch. The nature of their affections never went beyond that of comfort, never lasting for more than a handful of minutes at a time. It's startling how quickly things had changed between them, how easy he can reach for her hand and kiss her knuckles as if they’d been like this for years. And how easy it is for her to turn more into his palm, his heat searing this moment into her memory. 

“Let me know if you remember,” is all he says before the train jerks to a start, marking the beginning of their peaceful end.

#eremika #writing #cottagecore au #text

[kaekiro]

i started writing this alternate canon/soulmates au with the intention of ending it around 2k words, but i think it’s going to be at least 15k aksjsk my hand kind of slipped

#it’s so much work and it’s getting done little by little #but i hope when everything is all said and done and posted you all will like it #text

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4. How their garden came to be 

When they make it back home from the market, he watches as Mikasa counts the few coins in her palm, her brow creasing in the slightest furrow. With some worry, he asks her if that’s all the money they have left and she only nods, depositing them in the coin pouch Kiyomi gave her back in Marley. After securing the lace fastenings and tucking the pouch into a cupboard, she turns back towards him and helps put away the items they bought. 

“We should hunt more,” he suggests after a stretch of silence, “maybe we can sell whatever we catch to the locals in exchange for money.”

She hums and leans against their table, her fingers outlining the woven braids of a basket holding vegetables. “We should also try to save some of that money too, however we can, in case of anything.” He joins her at the table, pulling one of the seats close to where she stands. Her attention fixates on the frayed fibers of the basket but he can tell she’s still thinking about what to do. The more lost in thought she gets, the more concerned she looks. Tentatively, he covers the back of her fidgeting hand with his own. Her eyes follow his as he stands in front of her and moves to hold her hand to his chest. “We’ll figure it out, it’ll be okay.”

The worry in her expression melts into something more tender and she nods, stretching her fingers to feel more of his chest and brush over his collarbone. Her touch is so warm, communicating her thoughts and affections when her voice couldn’t and he wonders if she has any clue how many times it has saved him over the years. He feels his eyes begin to sting at the thought and, unwilling to become emotional and worry her even more, he shifts his focus to the slight upturn of her lips. Her smile feels so sweet against his own lips, even it lasts for the briefest of seconds, but she doesn’t let him go too far. Within minutes, he is hoisting her onto the table, using his fingers to loosen her scarf around her neck to make room for his mouth, all while her own fingers slide over his neck and undercut to gain purchase within the longer strands. In an attempt to stay propped up and maintain balance, she moves a hand behind her, the swiftness of it knocking the basket over. Sweet peppers and carrots roll and scatter the tabletop, enough of them falling and thudding against the floor to make both of them pause. 

Mikasa picks up one of the peppers, eyeing it until she realizes something. “That’s it…” she whispers. A little discontented at her distraction, he tries to regain her attention by trailing kisses along her jaw. It doesn’t work though, because she begins patting at his shoulder and saying his name eagerly. He nearly pulls away with a frown but doesn’t dare complain when he’s met with the sight of her. Mikasa’s eyes and face are alight with a sudden idea, blindsiding him. 

“We could grow our own vegetables and save some money that way,” she says, holding the sweet pepper between their faces before lowering it to her lap. “I used to garden with my mother, she taught me many things about growing vegetables.” Mikasa looks at the pepper, nostalgic, and it was clear how much it meant for her to carry on her mother’s teachings, to remember her this way. It was so rare to see her like this, and he’s left in awe with how something as simple as this could have his heart threatening to burst. He leans in to press a long kiss to her cheek.

“That’s a great idea,” he murmurs against her skin. “I’ll fence off an area outside and we can have a garden as big as you want.” Her smile grows and it feels like the most rewarding thing. 

“I could teach you what my mother taught me. We could take care of it together.” He nods, satisfied as she cups his face and kisses his lips this time, settling their agreement. 

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It’s a lot of work, but in time they find themselves crouching before a few small holes in the soil. Mikasa carefully explains to him what she knows, everything from the method she uses to the seeds themselves. When they finish planting seeds from the few vegetables they have, Eren expects her to feel relief, or really anything besides the concern she has as she stares at the soil thoughtfully. He wraps an arm around her shoulder, wordlessly offering comfort in hopes of helping. Mikasa turns into him a bit, leaning her head against his jaw and sighing. “Eren… what if nothing grows?”

“It will,” he tells her confidently. “For now, let's just keep taking care of them, one day at a time.” She still seems unsure, so he lets out a long breath through his nose, deciding to give Mikasa the gift he got her. 

“Hey, I have something for you.” Mikasa looks away from her garden and up at him curiously. “Close your eyes for me?” 

She does so without asking any questions, a hint of a smile on her lips and it makes him more excited to show her. He quickly retrieves the item where he had hidden it inside their cabin, amazed and thankful that she didn’t discover it before he could properly give it to her. Mikasa turns her head in his direction as he walks back to her, and she holds out her hands when he tells her so. He fixes his gift in his hands before placing it in her own, a little nervousness mixing in with his excitement to see her reaction. She slowly opens her eyes, and then they widen. She lifts the straw hat closer to her face to look at the detail of each weave, gently trailing the tips of her fingers along the satin band of ribbon and bow that adorns the hat. 

“Eren…” she whispers, looking up at him. “The money we had —”

“Is still there in the cupboard,” he assures. 

“Then… how? When?” 

He rubs the back of his neck. It took trading more than half of the animals he struggled to hunt a couple of days ago and some negotiating, but he managed to earn enough to buy the hat. He knew that she’d scold him for making such a purchase, but after their discussion about growing their own garden, he thought she could use something to help with the sun. Sure, it was a bit showy, but he knew it was something that should belong to her the moment he saw it in the marketplace, and he was convinced of it now more than ever as he took it from her hands and placed it on her head himself. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he finally replies, adoring how she looked with the floppy style of the hat. “It looks.... you look nice.” 

He averts his eyes, embarrassed at how awkwardly his compliment came out. What he doesn’t expect is the swiftness or force of her embrace, her arms curling around his waist tightly. His surprise wears off as soon as it came, and he wraps his arms around her shoulders, cupping the back of her head over the hat to ensure it doesn’t fall off. 

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Fear is the first thing that grips him when she repeatedly calls for him, but when she smiles upon finding him, that feeling is quickly replaced with confusion. The brim of her hat bounces and flops as she drags him over to the garden, and then she’s tugging him to crouch down in front of the soggy dirt. 

“Look,” she says, a little breathless, her pointer finger guiding his eyes to a few tiny plants sprouting. “You were right, they did grow. I was worried they were weeds at first, but I looked closer at the leaves and… why are you looking at me like that?” 

His smile broadens when he’s caught staring at her, and he only shakes his head. It’s the happiest he’s heard her in what feels like years. He reaches to carefully push back her sun hat and takes her face in his hands, thumbing away the trace of dirt smudged on her skin before leaning forward to press his lips to her forehead. 

“It’s nothing.”

#eremika #writing #cottagecore au #text #people pointed out the little fenced-off area in a panel of ch138 and i think it's safe to assume that that's their little garden akjsfnd

[kaekiro]

will you continue the cottage core au?? <3

hi! yes i fully intend on continuing with the cottage core au! i have not been writing lately mainly because i’m finish up my final semester of undergrad and i’m currently taking my final exams also snk ending made me super depressed and unable to write something without crying about it aksks

i have several ideas and prompts for the cottage core au, so hopefully within the next couple of weeks I’ll post more ☺️

#ask #anonymous #text

[kaekiro]

it’s been a little over a month since ch138 and a few days since ch139 and i am still feel in a state of shock, yams really did that with EM...

#it’s so angsty #this ache i have for them is never ending #what am i supposed to do with all this love i have for them #text

[kaekiro]

Masterpost of My Writing 

Tag for all my writing posts: #writing

Kaleidoscopes [AO3]: collection of stories will follow Eren and Mikasa through various AUs.

#kaleidoscopes 

Cottagecore Drabbles

Four Years [AO3]: A collection of drabbles that center around Eren and Mikasa’s life after running away together. 

#cottagecore au

1. Mikasa cutting Eren’s hair

2. Eren tracing the scars he never knew Mikasa had

3. The night Eren and Mikasa ran away

4. How their garden came to be

5. The beginning of their peaceful end

#masterpost #text

[kaekiro]

3. The night Eren and Mikasa ran away

He could hear their combined gasps for breath just above the pulse in his ears, the beginnings of pain spreading within his chest as his lungs burned for more air. Though they had been running for quite some time, he attributed the cadence of his heart to the riskiest and most life-changing decision the two of them had made. Just hours ago, he teetered on the edge of the fate he saw nearly three years ago, helpless to control the tremor of his body or his anguished thoughts as he nearly fell beyond that point of no return. But her tearful admission was what pulled him back from that cliff edge and into her warm embrace. His lifeline. Before him now was a vast unknown and so much uncertainty, but all he could truly focus on was how perfectly her hand fit with his, the pleasant feeling replacing the trepidation that had been a constant for years. It was a gentle reminder that he was no longer alone, and it was reassuring beyond belief, freeing, even. 

He had waited outside as she snuck back into Kiyomi’s residence with the promise of returning quickly. Because of their haste, Mikasa didn’t tell him what she returned there for. But when she came back, the scarf secured around her neck was explanation enough. She managed to grab what little they had brought with them to Marley from their rooms, informing him that the others still hadn’t returned from the search. He took their collected belongings from Mikasa in one hand as she assured him she hadn't been seen and, once again, reached out his other hand for her to take. They paused to gaze at one another, and it was as if time stood still in that very second. This was it. They were truly running away together. The implications of what they were about to do were not lost to him either. Mikasa’s desire to be with him still sent his mind reeling and blood pulsating, because though he still couldn’t fully understand why, her feelings quickly made him aware of his own desire to be by her side. She’s his home that he’d been longing to return to, she’d always been. And he simply couldn’t be without her. Now, they find themselves standing on a different edge, at another point of no return. He’s scared, and he could tell that she feels the same way. Yet, she offers him a soft smile through their shared nervousness as she slips her hand into his, sealing their fate. He is more than willing to relinquish himself to it and does nothing to resist bringing her knuckles to his lips, something inside of him softening when a pretty shade of red blooms on her cheeks. As they begin running, ready to escape and get lost in the world, time resumes once more.

#eremika #writing #cottagecore au #text

[kaekiro]

yams really woke up and said...

D O U B L E S P R E A D

when he drew EM's biggest plot moments

#YAAAAS #they really got moments in the most intense parts of the series #canon from day 1 💅🏽💅🏽 #text

[kaekiro]

Thank you… for wrapping this scarf around me. I’ll wrap you up in it again. Again and again. Forever. 

#*cries* #edit

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2. Eren tracing the scars he never knew Mikasa had

He doesn’t tell Mikasa about his restless nights. He was no stranger to such occurrences to begin with, and he knew that it would only make her worry about him when she didn’t need to. Instead, he slips a hand under the sheet covering her bare body and smooths a hand across the soft and lithe expanse of her back. Her skin is so warm, and his thoughts quiet with each subtle rise and fall of her body beneath his hand. He thumbs over the ridge of her shoulder blade as he closes his eyes, but they open again when he feels something unfamiliar. He gingerly peels back the sheet, trying to use what little moonlight was seeping into the room to see. But it is of little use. She shivers with the sudden loss of warmth and he feels a sense of guilt when her eyes slit open to peer up at him. Mikasa mumbles his name and he apologizes, encouraging her to go back to sleep as he pushes unruly bangs from where they catch on her lashes and lip. At first, it seems as though she decides to listen to him as she nestles her face further into her pillow, but then she speaks up again, her question slow and sleep laced. 

“Is everything alright?” 

He gives a low hum, scooting closer to her as a way to provide further reassurance. He quickly falls silent once more when his hand runs over the same patch of skin, and after a moment of contemplation, he decides there is no harm in asking. 

“What… what is this?” he asks somewhat awkwardly, gently running his fingers back and forth over the raised lining of skin. “I don’t remember you having any birthmarks on your shoulder…”

“It’s probably one of my scars.” She opens her eyes when he stops his movement suddenly, her gaze changing into one of questioning. This shouldn’t come as a shock to him. They’d been soldiers, fought countless battles, and endured hours of training. It’s impossible to come out unscathed. But Mikasa was different than everyone. She was graceful, precise, and fluid in her movements, no matter what was happening. He thought her to be untouchable.

“One of your…?” 

Mikasa simply nods and closes her eyes again. “There are a few others on my arms and legs. Everyone has them.” 

He moves his hand from her back to her exposed arm without much thought, stopping again when he feels a rather oddly shaped one on her upper arm. “What happened here?”

Mikasa tells him that had happened during their mission to reclaim Shinganshina, that shrapnel from one of her thunder spears got her when she was nearly caught in its explosion. She tells him about a few others when he finds them, and he mentally berates himself.  He never knew of the wounds she carried from helping fight his battles, the depth or severity they must’ve had to become scars. And she always… always assured him that she was fine. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his tone full of regret. “If it wasn’t for me, these would’ve—”

“These,” she interrupts, moving to get him to look at her, “are from accidents, Eren. You aren’t responsible for them.” 

He immediately looks at the scar beneath her eye, feeling Mikasa stiffen under his hand and at his pointed gaze. He opens his mouth but she quickly shakes her head. “I forgive you Eren, I’ll always forgive you. Please… stop holding that over yourself.” 

A sigh escapes him, and he leans over her to press a long kiss to the scar, trailing more across her face, against her lips, and over the marks on her neck. When he settles back at her side, he slides a hand to cup the base of her head and trails the other down the length of her body to cup the back of her knee, using his hold to draw her near. She turns, settling against his pillow and within his embrace. 

“I know you don’t have any physical scars… but I worry about the ones in here,” she pushes away the hair at his forehead, her fingers lingering there. “And here,” she continues, moving her free hand and pressing her palm flat against his chest, right above his heart. 

He softens, being the one to shake his head this time when she says she wishes she could do more.

“You’re here… that’s what matters most to me.”

#eremika #writing #cottagecore au #text #i was listening to this song #and one of the lyrics goes like #'i've been up all night... trying to count your scars' #and i thought 'omg that's THEM' #and thus this drabble was born #my angsty babies i love them so much

[kaekiro]

Elisabeth Hewer, The Boy I Love Left Me for a Revolution

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #this is beautiful #ugh #how my soul aches #edit

[kaekiro]

Because I have so many thoughts about that cottage core au but can’t write pieces long enough to be one-shots, I decided to try starting a little drabble collection for this au! i’ll be tagging them as “cottagecore au”

1. Mikasa cutting Eren’s hair

She finds herself having to brush his bangs away from his eyes to look at his face in full, and often notices him repeatedly pushing the hair behind his ears when he works. As Eren drinks from the waterskin she had given him, she uses a cloth to quickly wipe away the sweat running down the side of his cheek and throat, moving aside the strands that stick to his skin. His sigh is one of relief, and he thanks her upon handing back the water. Adjusting his hat and grip on the ax, he turns away and continues working. Another log splits in half, sending fragments of wood and bark in different directions. She bends to collect the pieces, and he calls her once she stands to her full height.

“Can you cut my hair?”

The question draws her eyes to the length of his hair, and she wonders why the thought hadn’t occurred to her earlier. She’d had asked him about it a couple times over the past few years, and he merely shrugged, acknowledging how long it was getting but never doing anything about it. With the change in their life, she thought a haircut was a wonderful idea. She nods her head at him, he does the same, and they finish up their work for the day.

The sun is just peaking over the mountains in the morning when she sits him down outside to cut his hair. It provides enough light for her to see, and the sun isn’t bearing down on them as it was yesterday afternoon when he asked her to do this. A light breeze blows, and she breathes in quietly, enjoying the fresh morning air.

“Do you want it as short as it used to be?”

Eren rubs his eyes sleepily, and looks up at her from over his shoulder. “Yeah… but could you thin it out at the bottom? And here too,” he requests, gesturing to the hair next to his ears. “It’s uncomfortable when it sticks to my neck and face.”

She hums, and he turns back around when she reaches for the pair of scissors. “I know it’s a little early, but try not to nod off. I don’t want to make a mistake if you move your head.”

“Even if I did, I know you’d still manage to do a good job.”

She smiles, and starts trimming his hair lock by lock, watching as it begins to pile a bit at her boots. The scissors are then exchanged for a small but sharp knife, and she bends his head forward a bit to thin the hair out as precisely as she can, taking special care to keep from hurting him. It takes a bit more time, but she stops when she’s satisfied and hands him her small hand held mirror. He angles it to avoid the small crack at it’s corner before handing it back, rising to his feet to face her.

She reaches up to brush away the loose hair that sticks to his neck and the top of his shirt, trying to keep it from falling inside the garment. “Do you like it?”

He surprises her by lifting a hand and guiding her close, his lips gently meeting the side of her forehead. She feels him nod and he thanks her quietly, stepping back just as swiftly as he came near.

#eremika #writing #cottagecore au #text #i’ll try to update this as often as i can

[kaekiro]

“...will you make me one more promise?”

#eremika #snk #myedit #these past few days have been such an emotional rollercoaster #I’ve laughed and celebrated but I’ve also cried my eyes out multiple times #i love them so much #they deserve every happiness

[kaekiro]

i love u

I LOVE YOU TOO 💕💕💕💕

#jazzy #girlie #I’m so sorry I haven’t been in touch lately #I need to give you my new number #💕 #text