#pikujean

[mikesmatcha]

JeanPiku x Leyendecker for one of my closest friends and to one of the best people in fandom, @zuzusexytiems. Happy birthday Una! 🥳🎉

Reference for illustration & Pieck's dress below the cut.

#attack on titan #JeanPiku #pikujean #Jean x Pieck #Pieck x Jean #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein #pieck finger #進撃の巨人 #jc leyendecker

[moonspirit]

Headcanons on JeanPiku?? TBH, I'm more of a post canon JeanPiku because I ship PokkoPiku and Jeanmarco as well, but since they died (RIP Marco and Porco 😭) JeanPiku seem like a good couple (sorry this was long AF)

Hello!

I'm on the same boat as you honestly, I find a lot of great potential for a Jeanpiku ship sailing post-canon. I think there's just something really painful and heartwarming about these two people left brokenhearted and alone, learning to find love again in each other.

As for headcanons... well xD Here's a couple off the top of my head:

Jean cannot keep up with Pieck's eccentricity. He may be a 10 as far as it concerns style, class and fashion, but Pieck's a solid 20, and WILDLY SO. Girl is pretty but will wear anything and everything and manage to pull it off like she didn't even try. At first it bothers Jean who usually spends a minimum of 30 minutes preening in front of the mirror, but eventually he finds her cat-patterned skirt and tartan sweaters somehow... very cute.

Jean was born for elegant evenings spent sipping champagne out of a flute and talking of worldly matters the way men of importance do. He was not born for wild-goose chases and impromptu binge-eating tryouts on a food-stall street. But as much as he complains, he lets Pieck drag him around, listening to her yell and squeal over the things she's interested in. She tries on a stupid hat on a street corner store? Oh yeah, that's cute, uhhh, mister, how much is that...? I'd like to pay for it...

Both of them get into fights often. Jean is hot-tempered. Pieck is usually calm and carefree on the outside, but I've always seen her as someone who puts on a phony exterior. Inside, she's someone who holds grudges, who can be surprisingly curt and painfully honest, who can and will snap with rage if she's mad. I reckon things will be rough between them at first (he's also a bit scared of her).

Pieck enjoys teasing Jean to hell and back. She decides he's very endearing when he can't come up with a response to something she's said to him, and does her best to piss him off, loving every minute of it.

Jean is a virgin. RIP, boy.

#I also ship pokkopiku pre-timeskip #and an unrequited jeankasa #but it works no matter who you ship them with pre-timeskip tbh #jeanpiku #headcanon #ask #tasmiaj456 #attack on titan #jean kirstein #pieck finger #pikujean #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #jean x pieck

[theartofsaga]

Heheheheh

#theartofsaga #jeanpiku #pikujean #jean x pieck #jean kirstein #pieck finger #i am not sorry #jeanpieck #fingerstein #horsecart

[corner-stories]

happy early friday

Jean Kirschtein. Pieck Finger. Offices. Internships. Doughnuts & Coffee. Modern AU. 1443 words. (ao3.)

Two weeks into his internship, Jean Gabriel Kirschtein had learned quite a bit about his co-worker.

By the nature of their situation — i.e the studio shoving their new meat into a closet-sized office and hoping for the best — Jean was bound to pick up some of the details that created Pieck Finger.

On a side note, he truly wondered who in the world carried a child for nine months and named it Pieck Finger, of all things. Was Regina Phalange already taken?

Aside from her being diligent at lettering, she often took the office’s casual dress code to heart. Today Pieck was sporting a colorful sweater that would not look out of place in an 80s sitcom, as well as a long skirt that cut at the mid-point of her calves. She also rarely brushed her hair, allowing the dark strands to drape beautifully over her pretty brown eyes and adorable nose. 

Seeing how most of the other men in the studio absolutely swooned over her, it seemed that the messy hairstyle was working out for her. 

Jean was in a different boat. He had developed a fondness for waistcoats in his college years, as he found that it was the easiest way to fit in with the trust fund babies in his class. No one ever expected that the dapper lad in a thrift store garment was just some kid from Illinois who got astronomically lucky. 

At least now Jean could put all of that behind him and focus on his internship. 

Due to their desks facing one another, it was hard for Jean to not get an eyeful of her during the workday. While he spent most of his time focusing on his drawing tablet, whenever he looked up to rest his eyes it was nearly impossible for him to not notice her. 

Jean would often catch her sitting with her elbow on her desk and her chin in her hand. Her eyes would be affixed to the window beside her, to the view of downtown Chicago and the line where the sky met Lake Michigan. Today in late spring the sun was shining on the city, and from the look in Pieck’s eyes Jean could guess that she was yearning for a reason to be outside. 

Just as Jean returned his eyes to his tablet and began coloring the medley of digital illustrations, he heard the sound of a smartphone buzzing. After checking if it was his own, he glanced forward to see Pieck checking hers. After smiling adorably, she hopped out of her seat like a bunny and rushed out of the door. 

Jean didn’t question it and focused on his work. After a few minutes, he heard the door of the intern closet opening again. 

Pieck walked in holding a pastry box and a tray containing two steaming cups. With a look of glee she set both down on her side of the desk, then grabbed one of the cups and handed it to Jean. 

“Hey, happy friday!”

Jean looked up at her with the slightest raise of his eyebrow.

“It’s thursday.”

There was a beat and Pieck looked like she was struggling to keep her cheery expression on her face. 

“Then happy early friday!” she corrected like nothing was wrong. She then placed the cup on Jean’s desk. “The donut shop down the street had a two for one coffee and doughnut deal going on, so enjoy!” 

Jean couldn’t help but smile. Pieck’s energy was certainly infectious, even when she was fighting off the dreading sensation of humiliation. 

As Jean took the lid off the cup and blew on the steaming coffee, Pieck went back to her desk and opened up her box. With one hand she typed on her computer and with the other she grasped onto a decadent doughnut topped with a handful of cereal, perhaps to justify the undoubtedly hefty price tag. 

Pieck quietly munched on her mid-afternoon pick-me-up as Jean took a sip of his coffee. 

“You really like sweets, huh?” he commented. 

Pieck gave him a cheeky smile. “It helps me stay awake.”

“I can tell,” said Jean. He sat up in his chair slightly. “Back in college I would’ve just binged on energy drinks.” 

Pieck shrugged and finished off her doughnut. “I would too, but they give me the shits.”

As she reached for another sweet treat, Jean’s eyes went slightly wide as he spent a moment recollecting himself. Suddenly, there was a certain image in his head that bombarded his brain like shoppers on Black Friday. 

“That’s… good to know.”

Jean took another awkward sip of his coffee as Pieck finished her second doughnut. She looked up to Jean and her sunny disposition had yet to fade away. 

“Where’d you go to school?” Pieck asked, picking up her coffee cup. She then pointed to herself with her thumb. “RISD, represent!”

“Princeton,” Jean answered simply, and without any of the fanfare that would usually follow. Frankly, he had grown to loathe the way some of his wealthier classmates would talk about his alma mater. Back when he was a student, he was immersed in the culture and proud to be part of it, but nowadays he only ever thought of his school as the place that gave him a piece of paper after years of study and lacrosse games. 

“Class of ‘19,” he added in a casual tone.

Pieck’s eyes went slightly wide as she nearly choked on her coffee. “You went to Princeton and you’re here?!?” 

Jean let out a dry chuckle. “You sound shocked.” 

“Well, yeah!” Pieck exclaimed. “Don’t all Princeton grads like… eat gold and sneer at the plebs all day?”

“Well, not the ones on financial aid,” Jean explained in a slightly dour tone. “And it’s Harvard and Yale alum who do that…”

While Jean was relieved to have qualified for aid, he did feel some discomfort with being the penny among diamonds for four years. Lanky, horse-faced boys from small towns in Illinois rarely went to Ivy League schools, even if their ability to play a sport upped their chances. Most dudes at the Princeton lacrosse team rarely came by the art classrooms either, as it seemed like most guys on the roster were interested in majoring in business, econ, or whatever it took to inherit their father’s company.

Nowadays, Jean expected that his classmates were doing some kind of fancy banking shit or crushing major business deals. 

And he was here, sharing space in a closet at an indie comic studio while graciously accepting the offer of free coffee.

“Wanna be in on a secret?” Jean asked Pieck. 

She nodded and put her elbow on her desk, leaning forward like a schoolgirl ready to hear the latest gossip.

“Studio art was my minor,” Jean explained. “My major was architecture and engineering.”

Pieck looked intrigued. “So why are you here?”

“Because I got into Northwestern for grad school,” Jean revealed. “That shit doesn’t come cheap.”

Secretly, Jean was very thankful for his one illustration professor who motivated him to compile his work into a portfolio. It didn’t hurt to have something to submit to internships, even if it wasn’t part of his major. He had actually hoped to fetch coffee at an architecture firm before he started school, but it seemed that the only place to give him an offer was some studio near Lincoln Park. 

Clearly, the economy and job market was in absolute shambles, but at least Jean would have something in his savings to aid his journey for a Master’s in Architecture. 

Pieck laid back in her chair, smiling lazily as she always did. As per usual, her unkempt hair fell over her forehead and eyes. Jean had to hold back the temptation to ask if he could sketch her one day. He often liked drawing hair, but he wasn’t about to ask a coworker something so forward. Even a model like Pieck wasn’t worth risking the wrath of human resources. 

“Northwestern, huh?” Pieck said, sounding impressed. “I’ve driven past that campus once or twice. Would be nice to have a reason to explore it.”

The way she eyed him was suggestive, but not in the nature of indecent desires. Instead it implied a desire to see him again. 

Perhaps Jean was a better deskmate than he expected.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Miss Finger,” he said as he picked up his stylus and went back to work. 

“You know you can call me Pieck, right?” the letterer across the desk asked. 

The look in her eyes was soft and Jean couldn't hide his smile as he said —  

“Of course… Pieck.”

#Pieck Finger #Jean Kirstein #Jean Kirschtein #Pikujean #jeanpiku #snk #modern au #chicago #then they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

[sparklekitteh]

Double Happiness

A birthday drabble for @zuzusexytiems -- LOVE YOU SO MUCH UNA! I hope you have the best birthday and an even better year. <3<3<3

Pieck Finger shoulders her purse, a smile blooming across her face. Her husband lopes along a few yards in front of her with their tiny daughter clinging to his shoulders in a perfect mirror image of the capuchins watching them from their enclosure.

“Mama, make him stop! He’s crazy!” Sasha giggles as her father deftly lifts her from his shoulders and swings her high in the air.

“Jean,” Pieck scolds weakly, knowing little Sasha is in the safest hands. His sheepish grin flashes over his shoulder, both apologetic and daring. 

He holds her on his hip and the two of them watch the monkeys capering in the branches. His eyes light up each time Sasha laughs, and Pieck feels her heart aching with love for them both. 

This brash, stubborn man who loves her with a tender ferocity.

This tiny girl who bears the name of someone she never met but Pieck has come to love all the same. 

She pushes the melancholy back down to smile at her two favorite people, waddling up to meet them.

“You okay, Mama?” Jean smiles, glancing down at her round belly. “Marco isn’t making this too hard is he? We can go back home any time you like.”

Pieck shakes her head, slips her hand into his. Winks at Sasha.

“There’s no place else I’d rather be.”

#jeanpiku #pikujean #fingerstein #horsecart

[ackergarden]

they’re in my head today!!…

#jeanpiku #jeanpieck #pikujean

[brunnnilo]

Made this for #jeanpikuweek in February

#Jean kirschtein #pieck finger #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jeanpiku #pikujean #jean #pieck

[anyaskalliope]

His Darling Lingers

A Jean and Pieck Fic

On the last day of his life, Jean Kirstein gains a final audience with his long-deceased wife, Pieck Finger.

#jean kirstein #jean kirchstein #Pieck Finger #Jean x Pieck #JeanPiku #Pikujean #Fingerstein #Attack on Titan #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin

[tojikai]

Top 3 favorite ships?

like anywhere?

satosugu, pikujean, yumihisu

#🍭—kaitalks

[strscrossed]

a losing game // chapter 8

jeanpiku / rated m / 5.8k+

ao3

preview:

The Marleyan summers were murderous during a regular year. Even Liberio, a port town was experiencing a heat wave. This year even the sea breezes showed no mercy. Not to Pieck anyway. 

Being nearly nine months pregnant at the season’s turn was making her all kinds of miserable, yet she bore it with a tight smile and foot rubs from Reiner. Nothing really gave her long-term relief as her baby was using her bladder as a soccer ball and she had to run to the bathroom once an hour.

There had been a sweet spot during the winter months. She was warm, she was no longer sick, and she could still walk around. Now she was overheated, huge, and her center of gravity had shifted. Her back hurt and she wanted to stretch herself out on the divan and nap. The other thing she wanted was for her baby to be out already.

June was upon Liberio and Pieck’s baby was due any day now. 

#alg #update #jeanpiku #pikujean

[chbrndlk]

i reaally love this one

#jeanpieck #jeanpiku #pikujean #pieck finger #Jean Kirschstein #aot #attack on titan

[jeanpikunation]

Jeanpiku: Safe and warm.

Art by miss_kuroo on Twitter. Reposted with permission.

#attack on titan #jean kirstein #pieck finger #art #miss_kuroo #jeanpiku #pikujean #fingerstein

[theartofsaga]

The first sunset after the rumbling.

#theartofsaga #jeanpiku #pikujean #jean x pieck #jeanpieck #horsecart #fingerstein #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #digital art #illustration #fanart

[pepito-drawing]

Jeanpiku ☺️

#aot fanart #aot season 4 #snk fanart #jean kirstein #pieck fanart #pieck finger #jeanpiku #Pikujean #aot #snk

[salepconcept]

Pieck: I’m in love with you.

Jean : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Pieck: I know.

Jean : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

#jeanpiku incorrect quotes #jeanpiku #pikujean #fingerstein #jean kirstein #pieck finger #jean x pieck #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #jean kirschtien

[zuzusexytiems]

Bisexual disaster Jean Kirschtein is a Senior Developer at Barre & Baudin, a prestigious corporation that specializes in luxury retail. After almost a decade of grieving the death of a past lover, the thought of falling in love again barely ever crosses his mind.

That is, until he meets Pieck Finger.

Read on AO3.

Commissioned art by @creemsicaal

#jeanpiku #pikujean #fingerstein #OutOfMyLeagueFF #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein #pieck finger #jeanpikutiems #my writing #aot fanart #attack on titan fanfiction