"Why do you do it, Mikasa?" I, Mikasa Ackerman, am a prostitute. I have a really careless behavior and you should never trust me with a child. My childhood is something that I never want to remember, so I don't think about it. I wasn't blessed with a good home or stable family. The only thing I was blessed with was a...
Mikasa was sitting by her lover's grave all alone under a big tree wearing the same clothes she used to wear as a child. Until a white dove suddenly appeared, using it's beak to pick up one of the ends of the maroon colored scarf which colors were fading after cherished for years and wrapped the end around Mikasa's ne...
First Fanfiction hope you enjoy mikaere shippers!🚢 (I decided to actually write a fanfiction because i was just awe struck by the talent of other writers that I decided to make my own ) Mikasa Ackerman moved to Australia for her father's promotion but what will happen when Eren Jaeger, her childhood best frie...
After Eren is expelled from his high school near the beginning of his sophomore year, he is forced to attend different school which just so happens to be one that has a bad reputation. The bad reputation of that school is thanks to the high number of delinquents and low grades at the school. Since he technically is a...
For years, Mikasa Ackerman has ruled and pillaged the school with her brute force and sharp tongue. Her attitude is as cold and crisp as morning frost, eyes dark and cruel. For Mikasa, the school is her personal playground; a monarchy of which she sits at the very top. She's used to seeing the young squirm beneath her...
A Modern Eremika AU Eren, Mikasa and Armin are roommates in college. But when Mikasa invites her new boyfriend around, things get a little messy.
eren and mikasa have always been forced to get along due to their parents' friendship. they even some how ended up in the same friend group. is all their bickering due to unresolved feelings for one another? this summer eren and mikasa make many tough decisions regarding friendship and relationships.