#jeanmarco oneshot

[twpsyn-who]

Soulmate AU in which you get born with a tattoo representing your soulmate. While they can match, that's usually a rare case. However, they do show in the same place (e.g. If your tattoo is on your right shoulder, your soulmate's tattoo is also on their right shoulder). The tattoo starts to fade when your soulmate dies until it is no longer there.

Crown with cracks - Represents Marco's loyalty. His desire to work for the king and help the citizens of the wall. The cracks make allusion to Marco's innocence and pure heart, but also the corruption behind the very thing he's admiring. They also represent his downfall, as that ignorance is what will kill him one day.

Omelet - Represents Jean's love. His desire to leave a life of loneliness behind yet still holding into the small things of his childhood. The way his exterior is harsh and hard to love yet his interior is soft and full of love, just like an omelet. It takes hard work, perseverance, patience and love to make the perfect omelet.

X

"I think my soulmate is part of the royalty" that was the first time Marco has ever heard Jean talk about his soulmate. For someone so arrogant and cocky, he has always avoided the subject when brought up.

Now there was no one around to bring the subject up. The stars were bright and heavy in number, with no cloud to cover them. It was Marco's idea to sneak out and watch them ; it reminds him a lot of home and how he used to watch the stars with his siblings. Jean wasn't looking at them, his gaze glued to the ground ; for how long he's been doing that Marco doesn't know.

"Is that why you truly want to join the Military Police?" there were many questions he had for Jean, all of them piled up in the back of his mind waiting for the right moment. Marco was a patient soul, aware that someone like Jean was best left alone. It was that patience and willingness to not push that made their friendship blossom so beautifully.

Jean half strughs, not really answering the question. Marco nods, knowing the true meaning behind the gesture. Once again he doesn't push, for now content with the small information Jean was willing to disclose.

"Mine might be a chef" at that affirmation Jean moves his attention away from the ground, his gaze landing on Marco.

"My tattoo is of an omelet. When I was younger I thought it means that my soulmate truly loves them, so I begged mom to teach me how to make the perfect one" he adds when Jean's attention is fully on him, a soft smile painted on his face. "Mom said it probably means he's a good cook, but taught me regardless. Her theory makes more sense than mine anyway"

His laugh is the only sound they hear in the darkness of the night, Jean's own chuckle joining soon enough. There was a slight blush on Marco's face of embarrassment, one hidden well by the lack of light. Jean saw it anyway.

"My mom… She, um. She makes really good omelets. I could teach you her receipt?" now it was Jean's turn to blush of embarrassment, something that didn't go unnoticed by Marco.

There was a flow of warmest going through Marco's body, filling him with happiness. He couldn't remember a time when he had smiled so bright, happy from both gaining Jean's help and getting his friend to open up to him even more. The news were like a Christmas gift to him, one that he was never going to forget.

"We can trade. I could use another option on the way I make my omelet"

The smirk he got to associate with Jean came back on his friend's face, the promise made between them without any further words. It was moments like these that made Marco glad he didn't listen to the other cadets and actually gave Jean a chance.

"Then let's do it!" Marco's smile fell instantly once Jean said the words, his friend getting up from the ground and walking towards the cafeteria. He has to rush to get up and follow his friend, his heartbeat running a marathon in his chest.

It was also moments like these, when Jean would let his impulsive thoughts guide his actions and do reckless things, that made Marco regret some of his life choices.

"Right now?! What if we get caught?" he couldn't help but worry, aware of how harsh Keith Shadis could be. No one has forgotten Sasha's punishment back on their first day as cadets, even after such a long time.

"We won't. Everyone is asleep." upon noticing the worried look on his friend's face Jean let out a dramatic sigh and put his arm around Marco's shoulders, bringing him closer "C'mon Marco, live a little! There's no better time than now"

The smile on Marco's face was shaky, but enough for Jean to know that everything was going to be alright.

X

Jean was in another world altogether. It wasn't like his mom's omelet, no one was going to make it as good as her, but it was one of the best he has ever eaten. He didn't bother to slow down, eating the food like a starved man. There was a deep warmest in his chest, one he had only felt around his mom when he was younger. Love, he vaguely throught.

"Your soulmate is going to be so lucky, you have no clue" the words were spoken through a full mouth, it was a miracle Marco has said nothing about it.

Instead he was smiling, a bright and full of life one. Marco's smiles have always been like that, filling Jean with a happiness he has never thought possible. Jean never understood it, how could someone bring so much brightness in a person's life.

"Yours is going to be just as lucky"

Jean shook his head at the compliment, used to it by now. It was easier for Marco to compliment back than accept the compliments and praises said to him.

"You dork" he said once he swallowed what was left of the omelet, a smirk on his face, "Now is your turn. Try mine before it goes cold!"

The last time Jean felt so anxious was when he was seven, on his first day of school. It was like the time wasn't moving at all while Marco was taking the first bite ; it was only then that Jean realized how much Marco's opinion on it meant to him. He wanted for Marco to love it, the same way he loves it.

Marco's eyes widened ever so slightly before he let out a laugh, one that was filling his eyes with tears. At that moment Jean felt his heart sinking in his stomach, his cheeks warming with embarrassment. His shoulders hunched in defense, harsh words already on the tip of his tongue waiting for Marco's mean words ; he didn't need them in the end, not when Marco gave him a look full of love and wonder while taking another bite of the omelet, tears falling freely over his cheeks and highlighting his freckles. He looked beautiful in that moment, in a way only in dreams made any sense.

"Jean, this is amazing! I have never tasted something so good in my life!" he confessed between bites, another laugh full of life following soon after. At the positive words Jean let himself relax, joining Marco in his laughter.

Jean has never felt so good before ; he has never had friends growing up, Marco being his first and only. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to stay by Marco's side for the rest of his life, so they could enjoy more moments like these together.

"Hey, Jean" a long time has passed since they stopped laughing when he said the words, attracting Jean's attention. Only when Jean looks directly at him does Marco continue, a content smile on his face, "We are going to join the Military Police together, right? You're going to find your soulmate and I'm going to give my heart and soul to you two. Protect the royal family with all I got!"

"Don't be ridiculous" knowing Marco, he was truthful at that moment. Jean shook his head in disapprovement, a small frown on his face. "You're going to find your soulmate too. Then we're going to live a comfortable life inside the walls, the four of us. Together"

Marco's eyes softened at the words, his smile small and soft.

"Alright. Together"

"What are you doing here, maggots?!"

The new voice startled the two boys, making them jump away from the table. Jean hit his hip while doing that and Marco nearly fell on the ground, but they both got up and saluted instructor Shadis.

By the look on his face, their punishment wasn't going to be an easy one. But Jean thought everything was worth it ; it was for Marco after all.

((He withdraw the sentiment on the third day of night training))

[stygianheart]

Meet The Weirdo

(That’s me. Or at least my avatar/persona or whatever.)

GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS FELLOW WEIRDOS (/pos)

I’m StygianHeart, or Styg [stihj] or Stygie [stih-jee] for short—or you could call me my actual name, aka Kel. All work and I honestly couldn’t care less which you call me.

I’m a writer and a beginning artist! I guess you can say my main genre for fics is ✨angst✨ so watch out when reading my stuff. :) :) :)

Finished Works

Koby’s Realization - Koby(Lu) One Shot

Loyal Till Death Do Us Part - ZoLu fic

The Sun and The Sea - Koby(Lu) fanfic.

A Birthday Tradition - MiShanks oneshot

Currently Working On:

A Symbol Of Hope - RodyDeku fic

Ship In A Bottle - SanLu fic

As The World Caves In - Ryan-Bryan (OC) Fic

One Last Time - JeanMarco fic (on indefinite hiatus)

Asks: always open! I adore being asked questions about ships, my fics, anything One Piece related. Heck, you can even just drop in and say something random and I’ll be glad. I’m a really social guy when online, so please feel free to slide into my DM’s or my ask box.

Writing Requests: Currently open. Though I am booked with fics for the next year, so if you request anything, it might take a while.

More About Me!

Current Brainrot Fandoms: One Piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, Supernatural, BBC Merlin, Black Clover

Ships: KobyLu, ZoLu, SanLu, MiShanks, Frobin, NamiVivi, SatoSugu, ItaFushi, InuOkko, Merthur, Destiel, Klance, Percabeth, JeanMarco, Solangelo, Astelle, YunoAsu, YamiChar, KagaKuro, RodyDeku, etc.

I’m not exactly a big author or anything, so none of my works are exactly spectacular, but I always work my ass off for every chapter so I hope you like them!

[ao3feed-eremin]

Attack on Titan one shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/k9zPC0H

by Erwins_missing_arm

This is just a book of attack on titan one shots. It does include smut and kinks that everyone may not be interested in, so I will warn you about that. Just trying something different, hope everyone enjoys.

Words: 10, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott, Hange Zoë

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein/Eren Yeager, Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Armin Arlert/Jean Kirstein, Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: ereri, eruri - Freeform, levihan - Freeform, erejean - Freeform, Jearmin - Freeform, jeanmarco, Eremin - Freeform, Eremika - Freeform, oneshots, Kinky, Smut, Submissive Levi Ackerman, Top Eren Yeager

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/k9zPC0H

[zoe-bug]

Trying to finish recording a JeanMarco oneshot I started last year before my voice changes more fully on T and it’s been interesting

[ao3-kintou]

I wrote a Christmas special for JeanMarco called ‘the Christmas shitshow’. You can read it here. 

Summary: 

Jean's Christmas has been a shitshow; his boyfriend broke up with him, his mother is on a vacation, and everything seems to go wrong. He decides to at least get a Christmas tree, but together with this tree he finds an angel sent to give him the Christmas spirit and ugly decoration.

[seatreeghost]

Jean and Marco move from their old homes and together to Rose city. Little did they know they put a little too much trust in the moving company they hired.

Jeanmarco Week 2021 || Day 1: Domestic

[bodty]

Do you have any JM fic recs? I'm new to the fandom and I'm looking for some good fanfics to read (and bottom!jean is appreciated so if you can recommend any of those...)

*inhales deeply for dramatic effect*

My dear friend, you have come to the right place. After all those years of sleepless nights binge-reading jeanmarco fics, they all have not gone to waste.

Brace yourself anon, for I will bestow upon you the mightiest sauce of fics you will ever dwell upon, these fics have been nourished, thawed and battered so thoroughly that only the highest quality of titles will be presented to you right here..

(Ok but seriously, I’ve spent days just scrolling though AO3′s list of Jeanmarco fics that I’m pretty sure that I’ve read and filtered out most of them)

Slow Burn

1. Droplets by theprophetlemonade

This has practically become the staple food for the entire Jeanmarco fandom. Without it we will die, basically. P.S. (READ IT. It’s so worth it, I promise..)

2. All the Stars in Texas by southspinner

Never thought 1930’s Dark!Marco with a Texas drawl would be my newfound sexuality but here we are. Seriously though, I felt like I was watching a movie while reading this fic and goshdamn if Marco wearing suspenders while holding a tommy gun didn’t do certain things to me..

3. Make Your Siren’s Call by crunchrapsupreme

Firefighter!Marco…. need I say more?

4. To Live Comfortably by MsRenai21

Marco x fem!Jean. I admit this was more of a self-indulgence fic reading from Jean’s POV.. (sweats)

One-Shots

1. Telephone Games by HedonistInk

Don’t underestimate the power of one-shots my friend, this bad boy puts all the smut fics I’ve read to shame. I clearly remember this fic giving me goosebumps when I read it for the first time.. You have been warned.

2. Philophobia by NicolaDarkness

Omega!Jean x Alpha!Marco. ‘Nuff said.

3. Je T'aime, Mon Ami by 3DMG Shenanigans (Lightningpelt)

Reading this made me feel all kinds of fuzzy warmth inside and it’s probably the only non-NSFW fic recommended here out of this entire list oops

And the best part about all these fics anon? They’re all Bottom!JeanYou’re welcome.

I may probably update the rest of this list as I go along but these are the ones I can roughly remember from the back of my head.  😊

[allthingsjeanmarco]

This was my first time back to JeanMarco in a really long time, so I kept it simple.

Originally, I was planning a lengthy oneshot (that I still plan on revisiting in the future) but I decided that simple was my friend, and I created this short poem instead, which I'm ridiculously proud of <3

ao3 | ffn

This is being posted today, October 1st, to let all of you fellow JeanMarco fans know that I've put together a ship event this autumn - affectionately called the JeanMarco Revival.

From October 21st to November 3rd, JeanMarco fans will be sharing artwork, fics, and other fan contributions to show our mutual love for this great ship.

If you'd like to join in, the easiest place to keep up with all Revival news is this tumblr blog.

And if you’d like to connect with fellow fans, you should join us in the discord server. You’ll find us chatting about our love for this ship and the upcoming event. Hope to see you there!

[theotpeffect]

Day 8 - Secrets/Forbidden

SFW

Trigger Warning: homophobia (no slurs were used but one was implied)

This is inspired by/loosely based on a music video, Son of a Preacher Man. (Heaven by Troye Sivan also gets an honorary mention cause I listened to it a lot while writing this).

Jean sat in an apple tree, strumming his guitar and waiting for Marco. The cicadas were chirping and adding their own chorus to the soft chords Jean played with. He could always find peace there on a Sunday afternoon. This was his home. A home he shared with Marco.

           He absently checked his phone and saw it was getting later -- nearly two o’clock. They would usually be together by now. Jean considered texting him, but they had a rule. It was unbreakable and so far, it had worked. Their parents knew they were friends, but they knew nothing more. Which was exactly how Jean wanted it. Sometimes, it could be suffocating but it was safer this way. For both of them.

           Jean tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The words of the pastor, Marco’s father, still rang in his head.

           First Corinthians, 6:9-10. It talks about the things that prevent people from entering the kingdom of God. It talks about all kinds of immoral behavior. But right in the midst of that passage, right in the middle of that verse, it says “and those who are homosexual.”

           Those words made him sick. He was sick of the church, sick of God, sick of himself. He remembered glancing at Marco and wishing he could embrace him and kiss him, right there in front of everyone. Every day, he wondered how everything he felt could possibly be sinful. Every day, he wondered if Marco’s father could see the pain in his eyes as clearly as Jean could when he spewed his hatred in a place that was meant to be accepting. He wondered if the pastor could hear himself when he preached that accepting homosexuality meant being un-Christian and then turning around and claiming to love them.

           But this is about love. It would be unloving not to tell someone when salvation is at stake.

           The sound of an apple being kicked caused Jean to raise his head. Marco leaned against a tree much smaller than the one Jean was sitting on. He was still wearing his church clothes but he had loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves so his forearms were exposed. Jean sighed. He didn’t need salvation, at least not from the people in his church. This was his salvation.

           “You look good like that,” Marco said.

           Jean looked down at his own outfit, unbuttoned so his white undershirt showed. His shoes and socks were in a pile below him. It was almost funny, he had never thought of himself as good-looking. For his entire life, he forced himself to think like a straight man and it hurt. His mind told him he was too skinny, swayed his hips too much, spoke in too high a voice, liked floral printed everything too much to ever be loved. By a woman. In the Bible Belt, going to church, getting married to the opposite sex, and creating a hoard of grandchildren were all that mattered. He felt as if it were the end when he thought he could never have it. But now, he knew he would never have that because he was in love with a boy. And suddenly, everything that seemed to matter when he was straight didn’t anymore. Marco made him feel beautiful.

           “I look homeless,” Jean said, but he was smiling and he could feel the compliment nestling next to a warm fire in his chest. “You’re the one who looks good.” His voice got quiet when he complimented Marco like that. He felt a bit ridiculous, acting as if he were a grade school girl talking to his crush. College was mere months around the corner, should he be feeling this giddy over a boy?

           Marco smiled and wandered over to Jean’s tree. Their tree.

           “Come down.”

           Jean swung his legs over the branch, stuck his feet in Marco’s face and wiggled his toes. “Get me my shoes?”

           Marco rolled his eyes but gathered Jean’s things anyway. Just as Jean was about to trade Marco his guitar for his footwear, Marco began rolling one of his socks over his foot. When he was done, he kissed Jean’s ankle and moved on to his other foot. Then he put on his shoes for him.

           “My mom hasn’t even done that for me since I was five,” Jean commented.

           Marco hummed and reached for Jean’s guitar. Once his hands were free, Jean jumped to the ground.

           “Hey, handsome,” Jean said.

           “Hey.” Marco smiled and tugged at Jean’s hand. They inched forward slowly until their lips met in a tentative kiss. They had barely brushed together before they were pulling away. Jean tried his hardest not to blush. Marco really could just look at him with those deep, brown eyes of his and Jean would start fighting off the butterflies.

           “We should go to the river,” Jean said. He was always more comfortable when they went deeper into the woods. The orchard was a good place to hide for a little while, but these trees weren’t reliable cover. At least, Jean always felt that way. Marco always liked it here better. This was their paradise -- their Eden -- but even an abandoned orchard wasn’t far enough sometimes. Jean wished he could go even further than the river, but he would wait until they went to college, got a job, saved enough to live on their own. Then he would risk extracting himself. It wasn’t the right time. Sometimes, Jean wondered if it was ever going to be the right time. Just how much longer did they have to wait until they could be themselves?

           Marco nodded. “We should go the river.” His easy agreement broke Jean’s heart. He always wanted to go to the river after a rough sermon. Going to the river for Marco meant the same as it did for Jean, except more. The river meant that even his favorite place in the world wasn’t enough. Jean didn’t even know why he suggested the river now. Maybe he hoped that Marco wanted to stay. Maybe he was hoping that things could feel normal after this morning.

           That was naive. They both felt tattered. Jean couldn’t even bear to think of his parents nodding along to Pastor Bodt’s little speech. It must have hurt Marco even more. His whole family was there. His father was leading the charge and his younger siblings, some barely old enough to read, were sitting in the pews and witnessing it all. Jean never asked, but he wondered if Marco thought about the future with his siblings. What would they say if they ever found out their eldest brother was gay?

           “Let’s go to the river,” Jean said.  

           For the rest of the afternoon, they played in the water. They skipped rocks and chased each other around the bank. They even rolled up their pants and submerged their feet. They splashed each other until they were soaked. They didn’t care that their mothers would throw a fit and ask them what they had been doing. Jean thought that he would just tell his mother what she always said when the other boys roughhoused without an ounce of love between them.

           Boys will be boys.

           Jean reached for Marco and brought him so close they were breathing each other’s air.

           Boys will kiss boys.

           He smiled and melted into Marco’s eyes, freckles, dimples, all of him.

           Boys will fall in love with boys.

             Summer was a dream. It alternated between nightmares and the kind of stuff someone in love dreams about. Once, Jean’s mother commented on how much time he and Marco spent together. She laughed and said it was almost weird how often they met up. They didn’t see each other for a week. But another time, Marco told Jean he loved him for the very first time. After that, they met every day and stopped caring so much when their parents cornered them whenever they were meeting again.

           “It’s the part of summer where we’re bored all the time,” Jean said one day.

           His mom huffed and said, “Don’t play in the river so much anymore.” She didn’t bother him so much after that.

           Soon though, an afternoon rendezvous wasn’t enough for either of them and Marco took to sneaking Jean out of his house for midnight bike rides. They were almost caught once. Marco was old enough so they bought a pack of cigarettes at the drug store and threw away two just so they had an excuse if they ever were caught. Smoking was a forgivable sin. Being gay was not.

           They began becoming confident in their forbidden relationship. No one suspected anything. From the outside, they were best friends and the old ladies at the church even cooed about how nice it was for two young men to be so close. Jean knew if they ever found out just how close he and Marco were they would faint. Being friends was okay. Being gay was not.

           Soon, it all became a good dream. The bad parts faded into the background and Jean could forget just where they were and what God judged them. They blatantly grew closer in front of their families very eyes. Marco would wrap his arm around Jean’s shoulders for a picture, and they would sit next to each other for the weekly post-service barbecue the town put on. They touched each other as often as they inhaled. A playful shove here, a pat on the shoulder there, and the brush of their knuckles everywhere.

           They kissed each other away from the river and outside of the orchard.

           Sneaking away for a moment was easy they found. Their families always clustered together in specific areas and left Jean and Marco free to explore one another behind the church, behind a house, behind a tree. The thrill kept them from hiding again. It was a taste of freedom. Jean didn’t care what he had been taught his entire life. This was heaven. Being gay was okay.

             Their lives crumbled on a Sunday.

           It had been a good day; the service didn’t hold any messages that sent them both hiding near the river. In fact, the sermon focused on genuine love. The kind of love that Jean could identify with. They had been embracing their families and their neighbors and treating one another as if they were all the same. Jean was walking on the clouds and he wanted to kiss Marco.

           Marco was the one who brought them away. When Jean was playing tag with the neighborhood kids, Marco pushed on his shoulder and give him the smile. His lopsided, boyish smile always meant he wanted to kiss Jean once they found a place to hide.

           Jean told the kids he was done and ran after Marco, who had sprinted behind the church. His heart was full, he couldn’t wait until they were properly hidden. Jean tackled Marco and they both fell to the ground. Jean could hear and feel the wind getting momentarily knocked from Marco’s lungs.

           “Sorry,” Jean muttered. He buried his face into Marco’s neck for just a moment and pulled away. They were right in the middle of the lawn. They were behind the church, yes, but they usually found extra cover so they wouldn’t get caught. They were in the middle of the lawn, anyone could round the corner and see them lying on top of one another. Marco flipped them and all thoughts flew from Jean’s head. He almost wanted to be caught just so they could have this every day.

           “Missed you,” Marco whispered.

           Jean laughed quietly. “We’ve been together all day, and most of last night too.”

           “Missed kissing you,” Marco amended.

           The joining of their lips was slow and nothing more than a touch. They’d had deeper kisses but something in Jean screamed for intimacy. He loved Marco. He loved him so deeply. Jean reached up to bury his fingers in Marco’s soft hair but suddenly, Marco gasped and he was gone.

           When Jean finally opened his eyes, he couldn’t see what was in front of him. It was unreal. Suddenly, what he had wished for was standing before him and he could feel everything he and Marco had built together crash and crumble at their feet. The sound was deafening, Jean couldn’t even hear Pastor Bodt’s voice.

           He was standing and the pastor’s hand was dangerously close to his neck. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten in this position. Everything was spinning and the screaming voices of panic in his mind were too loud. Too loud. Pastor Bodt shoved him and Jean could feel spittle landing on his face. He was being yelled at, he realized.

           “Dad!”

           Marco’s hand appeared over the pastor’s shoulder and sound returned. Jean zeroed in on Marco’s face. His eyes were wide but his mouth was set in that almost-grimace he wore when he was absolutely livid. Jean only saw that grimace after they had endured two hours of being condemned to hell by the church. Jean opened his mouth. He didn’t know why, because even though he could hear again, his throat was closing and his breath was being stolen from him and the world continued to tilt erratically. He didn’t think he could speak, but he felt he needed to say something to Marco. He felt like these would be his last words.

           Pastor Bodt reeled around and did not hesitate for one second to strike Marco across his face. Jean wished he still couldn’t hear. The sound pained him and the choked sob that followed soon after pained him even more. Pastor Bodt grabbed both of them by the wrists. His grip was like iron -- like shackles.

           They were dragged to the Bodt’s family car. Jean was shoved into the back, his head pushed down by the pastor’s rough hand. They were locked inside and watched as the Pastor stood in front of Marco’s mother and Jean’s parents and ranted. Jean watched his hands wave erratically before he simply buried his face in his fists.

           “Jean?”

           “Yeah, Marco?”

           “I love you.”

           “I love you too.”

           Jean wished they didn’t have to be so quiet when they spoke. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops. But then he saw his mother fall to her knees and even hear her wails through the closed car door. He felt ashamed again. So ashamed, he almost wanted to take back what he had just said to Marco. He sucked in a breath of air and closed his eyes. Now, he was ashamed for even thinking something so despicable. He loved Marco more than he loved himself. More than he loved his family. Why did he have to feel so wrong? What was so wrong with them? Why couldn’t they love each other?

             Pastor Bodt lectured them for over an hour and every time he rounded on Jean and loomed over his desk, Jean wondered if he wanted to kill him. Good thing he was a merciful man of God.  

           By its end, Jean was numb. He barely registered when his parents came to collect him. His mind was working in Polaroids. Tears streamed down his mother’s face. His father stared resolutely at the ground. Pastor Bodt was shaking his head. And Marco...

           Marco was staring at Jean as he was being taken from Pastor Bodt’s office. His eyes held steadily onto Jean’s and Jean was struck with the distinct realization that this might be the last time they would ever see each other again. Like a man being sent to his death, Jean tried to memorize all of Marco’s face before it was too late. He tried to memorize the curve of his cheeks and the way the light caught on his eyes and made the brown a little lighter, a little brighter. He tried to memorize every pattern of freckles on his face and the way his mouth moved, especially when he smiled. He tried to memorize the look of his arms and tried to recall how it felt to have them wrapped around his hips and swinging him around as they laughed and shed all worries. He tried to remember his smell, his taste, that particular way he rolled his eyes and the heart-bursting feeling he got when they were within ten feet of each other.

           The office door closed and he was truly alone.

             Jean’s family quarantined him. His father wouldn’t speak to him, wouldn’t even look at him from the corner of his eye. Isolation was his new best friend. His parents had taken his phone away from him and they wouldn’t even balm his loneliness by so much as saying a word his way. What was worse is that Jean hated himself for wanting their approval.

           Nothing could ever be simple for him. Not his sexuality, not his relationship with God, not his feelings toward his parents. He had been doomed from birth, his misfortune had probably been told in the very stars. If there was a God, at least Jean knew exactly where he stood with him.

           Nearly a week passed and Jean only sunk deeper into his grief. Marco hadn’t come to his house at all for a midnight walk. Jean wasn’t sure he would have gone with him if he’d shown up anyway. But he wanted to see Marco. More than anything, he just wanted to see him again. He wanted to hold him and kiss him, just one more time. One more time.

           Jean gathered his jacket. If he left now, his parents might not ask what he was doing. The night was young enough for him to leave without much suspicion and late enough that by the time he made it to Marco’s house, they would be under the cover of darkness.

           He made it all the way to the front door before his mother saw him.

           “Where are you going?” she demanded. She stood up and placed her Bible back down on the table.

           “The store,” Jean said.

           “I’m coming with you.”

           “No,” Jean said. He was too quick to deny her. It was easier to look at the floor instead of her face. She was glaring at him, her eyes squinted and her hands curled into fists. “I just want a bag of chips.”

           “Night is when temptation is at its strongest,” his mother said. She shook her head. “I don’t trust that you will fight it.”

           There was nothing to fight. Even though he was drowning in his own shame, there was a small part of him that knew what he felt for Marco could never be a sin. Jean grabbed the door handle.

           “Don’t come with me,” he said. He opened the door before his father stopped him cold, with a single sentence.

           “Don’t you dare go out that door.” He came up behind Jean and shoved it closed. “Sinners are meant to be punished. If we let you go out on your own it would only be encouraging you.”

           Jean could only stare at the door as his hands dangled limply from his side. He didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want to hurt anymore, he just wanted to love Marco. Was what they were doing really that bad? He knew what he had been taught since birth but his soul called out for a different world. He already knew he would never be able to stop. Marco’s heart had begun to change him and his own had done the rest. This Christian world would never be his. But the one he had found with Marco was.

           “I need to get out of here,” Jean whispered. He looked his father in the eyes and said louder, “I need to get out of here.”

           “It no longer matters what you want,” his father said. “This is what’s best for you.”

           Jean curled his upper lip. He hated that his father was doing the same. “It’s not.”

           “You’ve proven more than enough that you don’t know what’s good for you.” His father stormed off. “I can’t believe my own son is a f--”

           His mother cut him off. “Robert, don’t you dare say that word in this house.”

           Jean’s father shook his head and looked over his shoulder. “Isn’t it true?”

           Jean looked away. He had never said it to anyone, not even to Marco. Sometimes, when it was late at night he would try to whisper the words to himself but he always felt guilt clinging to them. He could never say those words more than once, they felt too heavy. They scared him.

           “Yes.”

           His father punched the wall hard enough to smash a hole into it. Jean jumped and felt his heart seize in his chest. He could barely breathe. He needed to say this, needed them to understand but for a second he worried what his father would do to him. Anger pumped through the Kirschtein’s veins faster than it did for other people, Jean didn’t know just how much was boiling under his father’s skin.

           “Why do you insist on doing this?” his mother asked. “You’ve ruined our lives, Jean. We can’t show our faces at the church while you continue to cling to your sin. Our friends will turn their backs on us. We’ll be outcasts.”

           His father turned around and pointed at him. “What you’re doing is disgusting and we all know it.”

           “You’ll find a nice woman and marry her. You’ll find more friends in town and you’ll forget this ever happened. God will forgive you, we will forgive you if you change your ways now.”

           Jean shook his head. He didn’t know anymore, he didn’t know where he stood with morality. He didn’t know whether he was right or wrong. He only knew one thing. “I can’t just forget this.”

           “You can and you will,” his father roared.  

           “But I love him!”

           The house went quiet. Jean’s words lingered in their ears like the last note of a song. Fear pulsed through him, but he felt as if the world had been lifted from his shoulders. This was the very thing he had wanted to do for so long. He dreamed that his parents would come around. He dreamed that his family and Marco’s could merge under a common love, that they could spend Christmas and New Years and Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July under one roof. He dreamed that he and Marco could stand under the alter without opposition. He dreamed that they could be happy.

           Instead, his father lunged at him with his fist raised and a rage so primal Jean briefly imagined himself lying in a hospital bed, beaten into nothingness.

           His mother jumped between them.

           “Robert! Robert, no!”

           While his parents tousled, Jean ran out of the door.

             He didn’t go to Marco’s house. There was nothing he wanted more than to see him but he kept seeing his father’s fist whenever he so much as thought of holding Marco’s hand. Instead of seeing him, he went to their orchard and stood under the tree.

           The future had never seemed so hazy to him before. He hadn’t particularly thought of it too much, but he always imagined they would keep everything secret until the summer ended. Then they would go to college together, somewhere far away, and finally be themselves. They would get jobs, support themselves and then maybe tell their families.

           Jean hugged himself. Now what would they do? He couldn’t stay here if he did he knew he would do something stupid, but he couldn’t go anywhere else either. He was stuck.

           Crouching on the cold ground, he suddenly wished he had never been born.

           He was sick of the hurt.

             Jean slept on a park bench that evening. Summer wasn’t over and the evening air was almost refreshing, but when he woke in the morning, his back hurt and he felt as if he hadn’t slept at all. He didn’t feel prepared to go back to his house, but there was nowhere else to go. All morning, he sat on his bench and wondered where he could go for breakfast. He likely smelled but at least he had money saved from working. He could buy food and rent a hotel for a few days while he thought of what to do next. He didn’t want to do any of it without Marco, but he also didn’t want to pull him away from his family. They had always been important to him. He didn’t know what to do.

           A pair of shoes entered his line of vision and Jean looked up. He half expected the worst. Maybe his father had come to finish what he had started the night before, or maybe some of his classmates had decided they needed to punish him for his sin themselves. But who stood in front of him was one of his neighbors. He was a kindly old man who Jean had often done yard work for. Out of everyone in this town, Jean believed he was the only one that truly cared about anything God had to say about love.

           He set himself beside Jean on the bench. “Are you going to church today?”

           Jean didn’t want him knowing what had happened if word hadn’t gotten to him. Which was likely, he kept to himself most of the time and wasn’t known to have any close friends in town.

           “No, I don’t feel so well today,” Jean said.

           “Sleeping in a park will do that.”

           Jean laughed. “I didn’t sleep here.”

           “I was walking around before you woke up.”

           “Oh.” Jean looked to the sky. “I guess I just fell asleep on accident.”

           The old man stared and Jean fidgeted with his fingers. He could hardly take this. When did it become so hard to speak to everyone?

           “You should come to church today,” he said.

           Jean shook his head. “I really don’t feel well.”

           “I know. But someone else will be there that I think needs to see you.”

           Jean turned to his neighbor. He wasn’t giving any indication that he knew what happened. If he knew, he surely wouldn’t be sitting next to Jean and speaking with him like this.

           His neighbor smiled at him and placed a kindly hand on his shoulder. “Marco’s family wants to pray for him with everyone in town. They announced it during Wednesday’s service. I think you should be there.”

           “Oh.” He couldn’t say anything else. “Oh.”

           “Listen, Jean,” his neighbor began with a squeeze to his shoulder. “I’ve been alive a very long time and I’ve seen many people in pain. Marco is now one of them.” Jean squeezed his eyes shut. What was he supposed to do? No matter how much he wanted to, there wasn’t a thing he could do anymore. “You know, young men are sometimes bad at expressing themselves but I heard Marco loud and clear. He doesn’t want to do this.”

           “So, I’m just supposed to sit and pray for him?” Jean knew he couldn’t do that. Marco didn’t need to absolved of sin.

           “No.” His neighbor stood and smiled. “Go to him and he will do the rest.”

             Marco was surrounded by his family. They all had their palms pressed against him. His parents’ eyes were screwed shut -- he didn’t think he’d ever seen them pray this hard before. Marco closed his eyes too, for appearance sake. He wasn’t praying as he had been instructed to, at least, he wasn’t praying for what everyone else was. He could care less that his parents and everyone in the pews behind him were praying for his homosexuality to go away. It never would. He only wanted one thing.

           Please, God, let me see him again. Let me see Jean one more time. I can live without your love, I can live without my parent’s love. As long as I have his.

           Gasps from the crowd gave pause to the pastor’s prayer. Marco whipped around, hardly daring himself to believe.

           Jean stood in the aisle, beautiful as he always was. He was staring directly at Marco, straight into his soul. Pulled toward him, Marco broke away from his family.

           “Marco!” his father hissed.

           He didn’t turn to look at him once. Instead, he walked calmly to where Jean was standing. This was his divine providence.

           He flung his arms around Jean’s neck and pulled him as close as he could.

           “I missed you,” he whispered amidst the rising murmurs around them.

           “I missed you too.” Jean pulled back and smiled. It nearly blinded Marco, how radiant he was. “Let’s get out of here?”

           Marco nodded.

           As they walked out of the church, they intertwined their fingers. Marco couldn’t stop looking at him. He was his future. He could see them together, living in an apartment far away from here just as they’d planned. Jean would be a musician and maybe Marco would counsel LGBT youth. The world was theirs. Finally, the world was theirs.

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Headcanons

AoT Warriors As Ghosts

AoT Warriors with usually quiet s/o snorting while laughing

Ghost Warriors vs Ghoul Boys (from Buzzfeed Unsolved)

AoT Characters Staging Romeo&Juliette

AoT Alliance At A Restaurant

Jeankasa Headcanons

AoT Warriors Dealing With A Crying Toddler

AoT Alliance's Dating Advice For Falco (crackpost)

AoT Warriors And Alcohol Of Their Choice

Marleyans As The Things I Did In My Childhood

AoT Warriors Seeing A Spider

AoT Warriors And Their Cooking Skills

AoT Warriors As Roommates

Reipikujean NSFW Headcanons

Baby Daddy!Porco Headcanons (pt1, pt2)

Yeager Jr. At The Warriors' Office

AoT Warriors Losing Their Kid In A Shopping Mall

Jikupiku Headcanons

AoT Warriors' Comforting Methods

AoT Warriors Teaching Their Kid How To Swim

AoT Warriors At A Pool Party

AoT Warriors Stranded On An Island

AoT Warriors At A Christmas Market

Porco With A Short S/O

AoT Warriors At A Family Gathering

Kabedon Headcanons (reiner, porco)

Fics

The Home To Return To (jeankasa postcanon fluff)

If This Feeling Flows Both Ways (reijean smut)

Cloaked Under The Night (jeankasa love confession)

Scenarios

Jeankasa Dealing With Jealousy

Jeankasa And The Challenges Of Being Young Parents (feat. Connie)

Jean's First Months In The Cadet Corps (jeanmarco)

Assigning Household Chores During Mikasa's Pregnancy (jeankasa)

Falbi And Memory Loss (modern au)

Jeankasa Vampire AU

Oneshots

Trying On Their Red Armband (warriors x reader)

Vacation With Zeke (modern au zeke x reader)

Someone To Lose (postcanon jeankasa angst)

After A Visit To The Dentist's Office ( modern au, warriors x reader)

Helping You Carry The Weight (modern au, warriors x reader)

Not Mad Just Dissapointed (modern au, reiner x reader)

When There's Too Much Alcohol In The System (Porco, Reiner, Zeke)

last updated 13/02/23

[hehimdumbbitch]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34284409

hello !!! i am doing fictober thru this month,, and will b posting a drabble / oneshot every day of various ships !! [this one is mikenana,, and ive got some levihan,, eruri,, mobuhan,, jeanmarco,, pikuhan and more planned !!] <33

[polaris-thehunter]

AOT Fic Recs Masterlist

I made this masterlist for all fic recs I will be sharing to you moving forward! Damn, I need to work on them more now. As soon as I post lots, I will be categorizing them soon. (I love categories and tags! They make our lives easier! Helps us know what we really want or prefer in our lives...)

As I have mentioned before in my previous posts, I do this to show my appreciation for these awesome, brilliant and dedicated fic writers because they deserve the shoutout, the praise and the audience! If y’all are here on Tumblr, hello!!! Also I see this as my way of giving back to the fandom for giving me so much happiness! Y’all are hilarious!!!

EREMIKA FIC RECS

Fluff Canonverse Oneshots

High School / College AU - Eremika in the high school / college setting (yep, teenagers)

Modern AU

Smut Edition - YEP 😏😉🥵

Eremika and the Gang - Just some Eremika fics with their hilarious friends from the 104th or New Levi Squad. Fics are generally light-themed and with humor. Teenagers, yet again haha

Companion Pieces/Series - Fics best read together as a set. Mostly Eremika but with other ships like Aruani and Jeanmarco!

GEN FIC RECS

Levi, Best Captain Ever - fics showing the soft side of our fave heichou

EMA - Fics highlighting EMA friendship

Survey Corps Veterans - Funny and crack fics featuring the Survey Corps Veterans

Fics for First-Timers - Basically fics that I read first that got me hooked in the fandom! (Has Eremika fics also)

MULTI-SHIP FIC RECS

Slowburn Fics - Fics here are all multi-chaptered, complete, and focuses on slowburn romance where the pair meets and fall in love. Eremika, LeviHan

AruAni Edition - AruAni-centric fics

Let me know which ones are your favorites and let’s talk about them!!! 

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Another Unoriginal AOT Oneshots Book

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3jlY6bV

by MarshmellowMilk

Yeah uh basically this is just oneshot ideas I have and want to write. I know this shit is overdone but I don’t care. Uh, I’ll update whenever I can or when I feel like it. I won’t be taking requests (sorry)

Also most of these will probably be Jeanmarco because that’s my comfort ship and I’m a ridiculous homosexual abomination and a very gay loser

Words: 1994, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott, Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Ymir (Shingeki no Kyojin), Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Sasha Blouse, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir, Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover, Mikasa Ackerman/Annie Leonhart, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Fluff and Angst, Everything is pretty much just domestic or au shit because I refuse canon at this point, Also there will be triggering content that I’ll put before their respective chapters, Just note not everything here will be unicorns puppies and rainbows, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3jlY6bV

[ao3-kintou]

Friendly reminder that my favourite JeanMarco story is a Christmas special! You can read it here. 

Have a lovely Christmas! 

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thanks for the birthday wishes everyone, you’re all the best 😘

shout out to @cyianodiy for writing this adorable JeanMarco oneshot for me! the fluff nearly killed me tbh - i’m so jealous of your ability to write fluff, my friend!

and i don’t know if they have any plans to post theirs but @astroplasmius wrote a swagger bishie fic that may also have a hand in my death in the end lmao, i loved it so much!

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@jeanmarcomonth Day 4 - Fantasy/Adventure

SFW

Jean could feel Marco’s breath on his neck. On a normal day, this would send Jean into a spiral of emotions, starting from electric and ending in full-blown cardiac arrest. But he couldn’t allow himself to dwell on the boy behind him because there were far more deadly adversaries in front of him.

He tightened his grip on his sword and nudged Marco further back into the brush, much to his chagrin. 

“If I’m going back, you will too,” Marco said. “This is no time to play hero, we must get back to the others. The Titans know we’ve fled.”

Jean sighed and sheathed his sword once more. He knew Marco was right. He always was when it came to these things. If one of the Titans knew that there were a number of them missing, then surely all of them knew by now. Killing one wouldn’t change that, and it could place all of them in even greater danger. Climbing the wall over four years ago was just another example of how a war against the Titans could go so badly.

They were mavericks, and of the few who yearned to leave the valley and escape the Titan’s rule once and for all. But they also were of the few who no longer had families. No family except for each other. Jean was quickly learning he wouldn’t hesitate to die for his family, especially for Marco. But this wasn’t the place to stretch that resolution.

Marco dragged him deeper into the brush and they sprinted back home; a dilapidated castle that had once housed the royal family before the Titans came and decided they would rule themselves. It was forbidden ground and rumored to be haunted. No one, not even the Titans, dared to come near it. Except for the Survey Corps. 

Jean and Marco ran and ran before they reached the old wooden door, barely on its hinges and terrible for keeping the cold at bay. It was a heavy door and they had to work together to get it opened. Jean always hated this part. The castle was surrounded by forest, but anyone at its fringes could easily see them struggling with the damn thing. Every time he turned away from the trees, he felt as if someone were watching them -- as if a Titan was peering at them through the branches and plotting their deaths.

Finally, they shoved the door into some semblance of “properly closed” and rushed to the common room, where most of their members were typically found reading books, playing cards, or yelling at one another. 

They found Sasha and Connie lying on top of one another in front of the fireplace and sharing a slice of bread. Levi was in the corner, staring through the window and Armin and Mikasa were seated at the table, playing a game of cards, with Eren hanging off of Armin’s shoulder and talking loudly about nothing at all.

“We have news,” Marco said. 

Levi stood up. “They know we’ve left?”

Marco nodded. 

Levi sighed. “This shit-show was bound to happen one way or another. I’ll tell Erwin and Hanji, and all of you will begin telling the others and getting the horses ready.”

It took a while to get the others gathered. The castle was large, and even though there were restrictions on where they could go in case of an event exactly like this one, no one hardly ever followed those rules. Jean could hardly begrudge them because he too wandered to places where he wasn’t supposed to. He had often climbed the broken-down stairs just to get to the roof and take a moment to breathe. 

Still, because they had all forgotten that this was not their home they were all rushing around and trying their best to find the others who were scattered about in places they hardly ever ventured. Everyone had their own spot it seemed.

But, eventually, everyone was in their rooms and packing their meager belongings -- something that should have already been done. But they had all spent two years here without disturbance. At first, it was just a quick randevuez here and there, no more than a few hours at most. But then they all began to spend nights here, planning and wishing for escape. Then it turned into weeks, and soon Erwin made the decision that they would hide out here until they had come up with a substantial plan or were found out. Jean hadn’t thought that that was likely to happen. All of their families had been killed and it wasn’t as if the Titans were intelligent enough to keep records of their captives. They were nobodies. The people who tried to favor themselves to the Titans by keeping them aware of who was being obediant and who wasn’t shouldn’t have known about their disappearance. They were careful to show themselves at markets and be seen entering their old homes whenever they went into town for supplies. They had been so careful. But maybe they had begun to get careless when their comfort finally set in. Maybe this was always inevitable.

Jean felt Marco’s hand slide over his shoulder. He was so gentle and the only one who touched Jean like this since his mother died. 

“We’ll be okay,” Marco said. “We always have been.”

“It was different before,” Jean said. “No one had known about us, really. We were invisible. And now the Titans are clearly searching for someone.”

“We don’t know if it’s us they’re after.”

“It doesn’t matter. They’re in the city and they would notice people coming from the forest and if word has gotten around that we’re unaccounted for then going into the city is dangerous for every single one of us. Every outcome leads to us being targeted by them.”

Marco took Jean’s face in his hands, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “Then wouldn’t this be the perfect chance to start our lives over? We’ll escape, even if we have to fight them tooth and nail, and we can live somewhere else without any Titans for miles around.”

“I’m scared we won’t make it to that point,” Jean said.

“Me too,” Marco said with a small smile. “But let’s pretend we can.”

“Okay.” Jean nodded. Then he surged forward and kissed Marco like he had been longing to do for two years. “If we’re going to start a new life, let’s start here.”