Hey guys Chapter 3 is here I got school tomorrow so Chapter 4 might be up around the weekend. I don't own Attack on Titan or the characters. PLEASE comment and/or vote!! (i like 'and' better ;) haha) Thank you guys so much for reading this. You guys have know idea how much it means to me :D...Enjoy. I also warn it gets a little "touchy" . for the ones that don't want to read stuff like this then I suggest dont read any futher. If you read the second chapter and didn't like how it went. I apologize that I forgot to rate it.
Chapter 3
Few days have gone by and I’m still with my freckled boy. I couldn’t take him anyway because people know he is suppose to be dead. He understands the meaning of him staying here. I feel so bad for him because he is back and he has to stay in our apartment. Can’t feel the warmth of the sun, to feel the cold white snow, and to see his old friends. They know I would be depressed this time of the year so sometimes they would check on me, even Mikasa but she always brings that idiot Eren. I let them know I’m fine and what I was planning on doing (seeing Marco’s grave). They ask if they can join and I tell them I would like to be alone. They simply nod and leave and Marco comes out of the bedroom. He always smiles and kisses me.
“I love you so much Jean,”
“I love you too Marco”
“Jean…can I ask you something?”
“Hm?”
“Why did you keep my bone shard?”
“It’s because what you told me during the battle of Trost. It inspired me and after you … you know… died. I didn’t go into the military police… I decided to join the Survey Corps,”
I see shocked, impressed, and depression in his eyes.
“…So Jean… have you almost got killed since then?”
“Huh? Well uhh…There was a few times … Why?”
He hugs me and I can feel some of he’s tears and so I hug him back.
“Don’t worry Marco I’ll be fine. We’ve both trained for this.”
“I-I just d-don’t w-want you t-to d-die,” was all he could get out. I think this is the first time I’ve seen Marco cry.
“I won’t die Marco I promise,” I had to lie to him. I don’t know if I will survive out there.
Next Day (Christmas Eve)
The snow was drifting slowly outside the window. Marco is in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of us. I slowly get up put on a t-shirt and decide to stay in my boxers and go to the kitchen.
“Good morning Jean,”
I yawn “Good morning Marco,”
“Today is Christmas Eve,” He smiles while flipping some pancakes. Christmas is Marco’s favorite holiday. I smile, nod, and tell him Merry Christmas Eve. He smiles and today … today nothing can go wrong. We eat breakfast together and watch the sunrise. This feels exactly like old times when Marco wasn’t eaten in half. The day dragged on with me telling him old stories and what new has happened since his death. I took a break of telling stories and looked at the clock and it said 8:37pm. Damn time went by fast. We were sitting on the couch and he sat closer to me. He was so closer to my face I could feel his breath.
“I love you Jean,”
I smile and tell him that I love him too. He came in for a kiss but instead he wanted more. Therefore, I let him in my mouth and explore every inch. He pushed me down to the couch and I let him. Entering my mouth, he slipped his hands under my shirt slowly taking it off. He then takes off his shirt and bites my neck going down to the collarbone. He then starts kissing me down to my stomach. Like the first night he came he pulled the zipper down with his teeth. With his hands he unbuttoned the button and pulled my pants off leaving me with my boxers. [Author’s note: you may want to grab some tissues because its about to get depressing but for now enjoy this little scene ;) ]
“M-Marco?”
He smiles and I could feel my dick quickly rise up.
“Don’t worry Jean,” I’ve became scared and excited at the same time.
“W-wanna go to the bedroom?” I could see the sadness in his eyes and I was confused.
“No here is good,” I decide to shrug it off and let him continue. I could see he was hiding something.
Marco’s pov
The night before Christmas Eve, before I went to bed I noticed something strange… there was a flower petal in my hair. I had no idea what it meant but I had a gut feeling that I‘ll won’t stay here with Jean forever. I didn’t want to leave him but I guess it’s my time to leave. As I’m on top of Jean I notice more flower petals.
“Jean…”
“Yeah?”
“Merry Christmas Jean… I love you”
Jean pov
“I love you too Marco,” I could hear the unsteadiness in his voice. I look down at his body and from what it looks like flower petals from MARCO’S BODY are floating away!
“MARCO!”
“Merry Christmas Jean… I love you” He repeated.
“Don’t go” are the only words I could get out. He kissed my forehead as the flower petals are half way done with him. He’s dying all over again. No… No this can’t be happening. He is gone. My freckled boy is gone. [Author’s note if you guys are wondering this scene with Marco disappearing saying ‘Merry Christmas Jean…I love you’ and Jean saying ‘Don’t go’ is what I drew for my friend. I gave her the feels for Christmas hahah I’m evil hahah!!]
Wow long chapter. Well hope you guys just got the feels. Thanks for reading this far love you guys. Comment and vote PLEASE!!!! it would make me happy!
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I'll Be Home For Christmas
FanfictionIf you could see your love one last time, would you? Even if it mean seeing them die all over again? Jean faces this and sees his beloved freckled boy full and flesh and bone but what happens next destroys his heart. Can he face his pain all over...
