Think I Love You (MarcoxErenxJean Shingeki No Kyojin / Attack On Titan Yaoi)

So, AOT/SNK yaoi for anyone?

Not exactly a common pairing, I know. But like Archive Of Our Own (published there too) is addictive and I read this wonderful MarcoxErenxJean thing and I couldn't help myself. So, y'know, here it is. Rating is temporary cause I may just maybe try to write some smut for this @-@

My friend is gonna read this and JFC I am kinda nervous cause what if it's like terrible?

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Please enjoy this. Even you Brittany :P

P.S. : Not even edited. Not even a little bit.

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I am a loser.

I love both of them. With all my heart. Marco, who was sweet and kind and always the one who believed things would work out for the better. And Eren. Bitter, mean, Eren, who I know didn't love me. Just put up with me for Marco, because Marco had made it clear that he wouldn't leave either of us out.

It breaks my heart. Eren and I used to hate each other. And maybe he still hates me. But I don't. I can't. I fell in love with him. With the way he scrunched his nose up when he slept, how he couldn't function without tea in the morning, how his kisses were messy but gentle. I'd only had two of those kinds of kisses from him. Eren made it clear he preferred Marco.

He cuddled Marco all the time. Never me, not even in his sleep. We did anything together, he stuck with Marco. Drew the attention from me to himself. And even so I loved him. Especially the little special smile, close lipped but honest and happy and joyful, the one never directed to me.

Marco told me that Eren loved me as much as he loved Marco himself. That he just had trouble expressing it to me, because we'd been rivals for years. But I couldn't believe that. It'd been clear all along that Eren didn't like me at all.

He didn't agree with my profession. I was a tattoo artist. I was covered in quite a few tattoos myself, all over my body. Just some space across my heart, and a little bit of my back and more of my legs, as well as my neck and head. And piercings- Eren couldn't stand those. I had an eyebrow piercing. He didn't understand the point. He let me know, too.

One day, I'd decided what next I wanted to get done. It was cheesy and stupid and I knew well enough name tattoos were not a very good idea, but I still wanted it. Their names. Tattood across my heart. Who else could fill that space? Just them. Only them. Always, always them. I'd mentioned it to Marco, in passing. Marco, ever the understanding one, was happy with my choice. Supported it, even. It meant something to him; I could see it in the way his eyes sparked up. And he asked me if I mentioned it to Eren. My answer? Of course not.

Within the following days, I'd taken a day off so I could get the work done. Marco was at work until later, would probably be home before I was. And Eren- he had the day off. So, in our shared apartment, it was just us two. Awkward as hell.

I was eating some breakfast before heading out. Eren, just waking up, shuffles in for his tea. I'd already made some for him. He pauses for a moment, sleep-fogged mind struggling to work it out. He glances over at me, sitting and eating toast and pretending I wasn't paying attention. He looks back to the kettle with tea, made just the way he prefers. Then he begrudgingly mutters, "...Thanks, Kirschtein."

I nod. Then I feel stupid, realizing he wasn't looking. So I speak, not really thinking out what I was saying, just knowing I was the slightest bit heartbroken from the Kirschtein bit. "You're welcome. Eren. Why do you refuse to call me by my first name?"

He takes a few moments to answer. He stands on his tip toes, reaching to get a mug from the top shelf. The shirt he was wearing rides up, exposing more of the milky thighs. He was beautiful. Bitterly I note it was Marco's shirt. Not mine. Of course. He spins to get milk from the fridge, green eyes briefly meeting mine before moving on. "'Cause," he answers. "I can."