Hello guys! Here I am with another Jeankasa fic/drabble! Those were requested and suggested by some lovely anons on tumblr; if you'd like to, you can always send me prompts so I can write more! Send to professorjean or gravitydive on tumblr; the links are in my profile!

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Salty Ice Cream

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Mermaid!AU

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"When are you coming back?"

Mikasa looked down at her boyfriend, the calm water hiding his secret below the surface. The sun was close to the horizon, casting colors in the sky and creating a beautiful sunset; she'd miss watching these in the beach in his company.

She tugged on the long sleeves of her shirt (despite the hotness, she wanted to protect her skin from the hot sun) while he gently played with her toes. "I'll try to come back in spring break."

He looked up at her, hiding his sadness behind a sad smile. "It's going to take too long." Mikasa returned his sad smile with one of her own and wiggled her toes, splashing a few droplets on his face. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Jean." She replied sincerely. Freeing her feet from his fingers, Mikasa moved about until she was lying on her stomach, hand dipped in the water. "If I could, I'd buy a fishtank and keep you in my dormroom."

Jean chuckled, reached out and entwined his fingers with hers, "I'd love that." He shifted his gaze away from her face, gazing from over her shoulder at the scenery behind her. "I hope they're treating you right."

Mikasa looked over her shoulder as well to glance at her friends. "They are, don't worry. Armin is starting to suspect something is going on, but Eren is as clueless as always." Jean smirked slightly; Eren didn't look like the type of guy who would pay attention to things like this. "How's Marco doing?"

"He's doing fine," he replied, looking back at her face. "He's eager to meet you. I was thinking… Maybe you two could meet when you return?"

She smiled and leaned her head down, "I'm looking forward to that." Smiling, he craned his neck up to meet her lips.

It tasted odd; his lips were salty and hers were as sweet as her favorite summer dessert - ice cream, he thought - but he loved this different flavor. It was the only way Jean could have a taste of this human food; last time she offered it to him, he got so sick he had to leave earlier than usual.

She tasted like strawberries - and chocolate, he realized. Those foods he loved, but he loved them even more if he could taste them on her lips.

Mikasa pulled away and whispered against his lips, "I wish I could call you every day." She lazily wrapped her arms around his damp shoulders and he brought his hands up to caress her face.

"I'm sorry telephones aren't waterproof." She chuckled and kissed him again, feeling him smile against her lips. "I wish I could keep one picture of you, like you keep some of mine."

He was talking about the pictures in her cellphone and camera, and that made her smile sadly, "We'll find a way."

"Mikasa!" She glanced over her shoulder once more, waving back at her blond friend. Armin beckoned her to go meet them before he turned around to help Eren chase after their parasol that flew away with a strong gust of wind.

She turned back to face Jean. "I promise someday I'm going to walk on this sand with you," he told her suddenly, squeezing her hand tightly. "I promise you, Mikasa!"

"Jean-" both leaned in and smashed their lips together, tongues touching one other and hands caressing every inch of skin possible. "Jean, I'll miss you so much!"

"Mikasa, I'll miss you too." Kissing her lips quickly and squeezing her hand once more, Jean backed away and watched as she stood up. "I promise you."

Mikasa smiled, bringing a hand up to her eyes and wiping them quickly. She blew a kiss his way and turned, climbing down the low rock and jogging to meet up with her friends. Jean watched, hidden among the other rocks, as she packed her things and left the area, every once in a while turning to look at him again.