#marcojean fanfiction

[blitziaeleece]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein Characters: Marco Bott, Jean Kirstein, sasha blouse (mention), Jean Kirstein's Mother (mention), Marco Bott's Mother (mention), brief mention of Eren - Character Additional Tags: AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Roommates, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Friends to Lovers, Forehead Kisses, First Kiss (that they share), Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, Worry, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, Pining Jean Kirstein, they're oblivious asf, soft, Soft Jean Kirstein, Soft Marco Bott, Long-Haired Jean Kirstein, Childhood Friends, Aged-Up Character(s), They're in their thirties again, Jean Kirstein had anxiety, POV Third Person, but from Jean's perspective, Anxiety Disorder, One Shot, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, a bit of angst, lots of comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, No Smut, No Sex, Just Two Grown Men In Love, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Nervousness, Nervous Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott is a Sweetheart, I tried my best, Love Confessions, mentions of guilt, mentions of sickness, Mental Health Issues, Happy Ending, Italian-Speaking Marco Bott, only for one word but ye, French-Speaking Jean Kirstein, also seen for one word but ye, It gives you a better idea of them

  Summary:

Jean and Marco are roommates, been for years. Marco visits his mom but doesn't answer Jean's texts and poor man gets overwhelmed with his anxiety, he can't think properly and struggles a lot.

I have no idea how to summarize this, I am so sorry :(

Rated T for the anxiety attack.

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WRITTEN FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS OR THE BRANDS MENTIONED IN THIS!!

[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.

[ackermelon]

"The moon's out tonight, Marco," he smiled, eyelashes casting shadows over his face as the moonlight illuminated the rooftop.

His mind flooded with memories, only them and the moon witnessing the soft touches and sweet whispers. Racing hearts and heavy breathing contrasted with the gentle meeting of lips after. Silent confessions, secret promises, vows. The interlocking of fingers as their eyes wandered over the sky above.

Marco was the first to suggest sneaking onto the rooftop to stargaze on their first night as cadets, and Jean, unable to say no to the freckled man who'd caught his eye, found himself under the starry night. Soon, the eyes that once admired the stars would begin to admire the other, and the words that remained unspoken would be expressed with the gentle touch of the lips.

"Marco," he whispered one night, and looked him in the eyes. "If we're ever forced to be apart, I think I'll be okay." He chuckled upon seeing his shocked, almost offended, expression. "As long as you are under the same stars as mine," his calloused fingers cupped Marco's cheek, "I'll be okay."

Jean would lay there, eyes no longer interested in the dots in the sky, but rather busy admiring those scattered across Marco's face. "The boy with stars on his face", Jean would call him. Marco, pretending to be distracted by the stars, would turn red whenever he caught Jean staring, halting the movement of his fingers in his hair. Jean smiled, serotonin racing through his body.

'Will this last forever? Or will this memory of you be engraved in my mind, reminding me that I was once happy?'

Now, with the feeling of delicate fingers tangling themselves in his locks lingering in the back of his mind, Jean finally let the silence of the night take over him. He had talked to Marco for hours before opening his eyes and remembering that he was not coming back.

"You always said you loved the stars," he smiled again, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. "In fact, I grew to love them, too," he paused, looking up once more. "It's funny how they seem to shine a little brighter now that you've joined them."

The moon was now hid behind an angry cloud, drops of water pelting down on the rooftop. Rain had slowly become Jean's favourite, because watching the stars alone with no warm hand to hold was underwhelming, because he was too broken and numb to cry, so the sky did it for him.

They were meant to be, just not yet, maybe in another life.

[ihaveissuesbutthatsokay]

Okay so I'm planning on writing an hunger games au which will focus on eren/armin, but will have other Characters and side ships

BUT IM STUCK. The hunger games can only have a boy and a girl chosen, so i can't make both eren and armin from the same district, but like i wanna keep that element of childhood best friends. I do have something planned, but now I'm debating of eren should go to the hunger games by volonteering or the other way around? So armin goes in the games by volonteering for eren.

But yeah idk tho! So if any of y'all have any ideas, thought, opinion, pls write in the comments!

[jnmrco]

see my personal problem with jeanmarco is that my first and only jm fic was droplets ... so in my mind droplets is lore and reading any other fic feels weird to me bc droplets has such a special place in my heart. but i wanna read more jm fics so drop ur favs 😋

[heartilationfics]

Did a lil Father Bodt Collab with @angelic-taurus for our homie.

Name: Passions Of The Flesh Rating: Explicit (18+) Summary: "Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” The voice that came through the cold metal separating the booths was low, husky even, in Marco’s ears. “This is my first confession, and these are my sins.”

[brave-sand-towers]

I bet you are

[blitziaeleece]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott & Jean Kirstein Characters: Marco Bott, Jean Kirstein, mentions of Reiner Bertolt and Annie, mentions of Sasha Connie and Jean’s mom Additional Tags: AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV First Person, First Meetings, jeanmarco day 2021, Based on a Tumblr Post, Bisexual Jean Kirstein, Jean is Marco’s gay awakening, mentions of supernatural, men kissing, Jean wants to kill Reiner at some point, but hey thanks Reiner, Making Out, Implied Sexual Content, past Jean/Mikasa, POV Jean Kirstein, Jean Kirstein is a bisexual disaster, Marco loves blondies, One Shot, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Long-Haired Jean Kirstein, why is there no tag for his beautiful hair???, JeanMarco Week, JeanMarco Week 2023, jm week 23 Series: Part 3 of JeanMarco Week 2023 Summary:

Based on that one tumblr post about some person watching SPN while a very handsome guy introduces himself as the « cleaning lady »

Jean is a college student going through his last year and meets Marco who was supposed to clean his room and leave. But Jean is watching Supernatural, that one Fan Fiction episode.

JeanMarco week 2023 - day 7: Marco’s birthday !!

/I’m trying to entertain some folks on the internet, I’m doing it for free and aot characters aren’t mine!/

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I couldn’t share this during JM week here because I got weirdly busy and barely used my laptop and sharing on mobile is the worst thing ever so have it now!

[ao3-kintou]

Click here to read my new JeanMarco oneshot called: tais-toi et embrasse-moi. 

Summary: Jean’s grandpa owns a nice bakery in France, and sometimes Jean helps. When it turns out that the new intern his grandpa took in speaks no French, and Jean will be stuck translating, he gets pretty pissed off. Why the hell would this Marco guy do his internship at a place where the owners doesn’t speak English? Why does he have to live in Jean’s apartment? And more important than that: can’t the freckled boy stop smiling so gorgeously?

A/N: This story is a bit different than the ones I usually write. I was really into it. Almost missed a few deadlines for my writing job because I was too fucking busy writing this haha. 

[alternateuniverse-coffeeshops]

The Bastard child.

June 1954

University is full of imposters.

All around me are people booming about how we are enlightened yet we only mimic and goggle at what europeans achieve. Enlightened. Enlightened. The only thing they let me light is my cigarette and my hate for lighting up the inequality of our human rights. Which is is my subtle yet assholic way of saying I would wholeheartedly enjoy lightning people who support that inequality on fire. Not that I would, because it’s like a sheep giving the butcher a knife. Because I, indeed am one of those people who have the right to do every single thing they please. No paper needed, all I need is a sun to reflect on my white skin and air to move my words so people can hear the surname I just hissed;  kirschtein. Half french half german. The right and money to be an unusually open asshole.

So that might make me seem like a whole more of an objective being but -like every other kid that has been spoiled into this time of peace- I feel this vigorous need to break down every single one of my privileges. Preferably brick by brick. Not even going to deny I do it to annoy the hell out of society; the ones who think they raise university students to grow up to be negro hating, privileged brainless followers of the european classics.  

I do this thing slowly, by cursing, by looking down on the man of of the house, by being one room with a taken woman and going into the negro streets at night to listen warm dark voices yet be screamed at by light ones in bed and in and in the morning. With which I am referring to sex with ignorant girls and my stern yet lovely mother.  I don’t enjoy it. They were bricks.

“Kirschtein” And these were hammers, to knock into my bricks. The negro’s, the negro streets, the negro lovers and the people that had grown this awful love for the danger,  undergrounds and jazz and blues, all night while throwing some immense amount whiskey down their throats. Like me. They were, just just like me. The addicted ones, not the negros.

I actually loved being the french social outsider that head to those streets at night. How terrible. How scandalous. How dare he.

Amazing isn’t it?  

“Good evening Mister Wilson, I’d like the usual”  I replied as he started making my drink. Mr Wilson always smiled- his teeth seemed whiter than those of any ordinary person ever would.

I glanced at the singer, and all the people that wouldn’t ever come here at day time. Talking and laughing while I sat in my usual place with my usual haughty look planted on my face. Silently hoping and knowing I would end up with one of the girls who were after money and an adventure. A whore or a slut, a woman looking for love or money or whatever they needed. They knew I would have it and they would take it from me without me knowing what if would be at the beginning of the boring conversation.

“Looking for a lady tonight?” Wilson asked, to which I nodded with a cigarette stuck between my lips.  “My sister was ruined by men like you”

“Sounds interesting, carry on” I blew the words out together with my smoke. A smirk on my mouth and a negro man laughing as if he was looking down on me.

“Not much to it; white asshole like you came along and left again. Now we have a bastard child no one can take care of. Half negro half italian. Straight hair but darker skin and he managed to even get freckles from one of the two. Works here on weekdays when there aren’t many people around, because it would make the whites uncomfortable”

“so he’s a social outsider”

“Kirschstein, how many bastard children from one white and one black have you seen in your whole life?”

I think that’s where I decided I would come on weekdays from now on. Because I then too had the vigorous need to break down all the bricks. And I wanted what was wrong. And I wanted to see what no one wanted. I was a white man. Like others, I seemed to think of these people as something else than I was.. maybe that was the reason.  I was curious. As if I had never seen an elephant and I wanted to see one. As if I had never tasted a cup of coffee and I wanted to get one. Just to try and see.  “I have never seen one, Mr wilson.”

-Chiyokintou 

I really like where this is going guys (: It’ll be up soon!

[blitziaeleece]

With and without text on the picture! So I drew this bc of that one cute outfit Jean gets on that mobile aot game and inspiration hit and then it hit harder so I wrote a lil thing bc I’m that guy lmao

My ao3 works are now visible only to registered members, not taking any risks

[blitziaeleece]

Writing is a form of art and this is an art blog so have this silly lil oneshot I wrote last year for Pocky Day!!

Pls note that it’s an explicit story so do not read it if you’re under 18!

[ao3-kintou]

Hey everyone! 

I’ve been gone for a while but I’m back with a brand new marcojean fanfic. It’s called our forever between blueberry trees and it’s kind of a farm au. It’s super fluffy again. 

Read Our forever between blueberry trees here

Summary: 

Sick of the city and his homophobic parents, Jean moves away for a work-away on an idyllic farm. The problem is: he completely underestimated the work and almost everyone at the farm thinks he's just a spoiled city boy. Everyone except Marco. Marco gives him a chance, working boots, and a little help.

Please enjoy!  Love, Fred

[ao3-kintou]

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

Here’s a moodboard for my cheesy JeanMarco Valentine’s special. 

You can read the special ‘bouquet delivery’ here.

Please enjoy <3 

[ao3-kintou]

jeanmarco oneshots

It’s autumn, the best month for reading fanfictions! So here’s an overview of cosy oneshots I wrote through the years. 

under a blanket of blue (5k)

When walking home from his work Jean notices a man stalking him. Afraid, he walks up to the first person he sees walking in the rain, and says: ‘Pretend you know me, please.' At that time, he couldn't have known that this freckled man would do anything to keep him safe.

scribbles (9k)

Jean finds the book Marco has forgotten on the train, and falls in love with the other boy through the scribbles written in the book.

a first morning (2k)

Waking up next to someone new is always special and scary. When Marco wakes up next to Jean he knows he wants to make something nice out of it. How? Good coffee, breakfast, a fluffy cat, morning breath kisses.

second time’s the charm (5k)

Jean had been on a date with Marco, his dream boy, when they were in high school. Sadly, that went completely wrong, and they were too afraid to ever speak to each other again. Now six years later, they are set up on a blind date by their friends.

the flower in my locker (5k)

Jean tries to fight the guy who opens his locker with the janitors key, and it takes him way too long that 'stealing' wasn't was the guy was planning.

stormy weather (6k)

On a stormy day Jean gets lost and ends up walking into the atelier of Marco Bodt. Marco, afraid that Jean will get sick, offers him some warm clothes and coffee.

returned flowers and apple pie (4k)

One day Jean Kirschtein barges into a flower shop to return his flowers. Something like this has never happened before, and to the shopowner, Marco Bodt, this tells an amazing story.

the portrait of autumn (10k)

Jean had never liked drawing portraits. He has never been close enough to someone to know what colours and shapes to use. This is until Marco, a theatre major and his model, comes along and fight his way in. What he doesn't know is that Marco has been waiting for a chance to get close to him for a long time.

[ao3-kintou]

"Marco, why do we have enough pancakes to feed a family?"

Read second time’s the charm on ao3

Marco and Jean fall in love, have a shitload of coffee and pancakes. What else would I write?