Survey Corps has a Couple?! JeanxMarco

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(AN: I'm just transporting this from my Ao3 account. Sorry!)

    "WAKE YOUR LAZY ASSES UP!" Captain Levi barked at us as he opened the curtains to clean the windows.

     "Yessir." Marco slurred his words as he sat up in bed but shielded his eyes with his forearm. His hair was messy and all over in that sexy bedhead way. I smiled at Marco, although I didn't say anything or move. That caught Levi's attention.

     "Stop grinning at Marco and get up, Kirstein."  I sat up, feeling really groggy. Then I heard Marco start to laugh. He was looking at me.

     "What do you want?" I grumbled at Marco.

    "You." I thought I heard him grumble. But there was no way he ever would've said that. He's straight. I am not so straight. I've known for a while. There's just something so kissable about him. His face and laugh. Oh god if you could fuck a voice. Even down to the way he walks and kills titans. It's all so sexy. I try to ignore it. This isn't the first time he's said something like that. Well, I think he says that. I'm pretty damn sure  he doesn't.

~later that day!~

     "Time to start Mission: Lunchmeat." Levi said in his oddly calm way.

     "Lunchmeat?" Marco snickered at Levi's name for the mission. I was just more concerned with Marco coming out alive.

     "It was Sasha's choice of words. It was her turn to pick." Levi quickly erased his name from the childish antics of Sasha who was standing in the back snickering while the rest of the survey corps was either groaning, rolling their eyes, or both.

     "Jean," Marco leaned over and whispered in my ear. "We need to talk.

     Damn right we do. "When?"

     "Now." And with that he grabbed my hand and dragged me off into some broom closet that only Levi uses.

     "Why such a small space?" I whispered, afraid that if i spoke full volume it'd sound like I was yelling which I have a habit of doing anyway.

     "Because we won't  be heard." He said in that fuckable way.

    "Why would we be-" I was cut off by the most beautiful sensation. He was kissing me in the most luxurious way. After a couple of seconds he let go for air.

     "You still haven't said anything yet." I said. Screw being normal I want him.

     "I love you, Jean."

     "I love you too, Marco."

   And the most beautiful thing followed. Another kiss. Oh my god he tasted so sweet even though he smells like trees and Windex.

  "Lets go kill some titan ass."

  "Together?"

 "Together."

   "How was the make-out session?" Eren asked Marco as we left to enter Wall Maria. Marco went bright red, and I laughed. It was adorable!

     "How'd you know?" Marco was flustered, adding to his overall adorableness.

     "I happened to be running late and I heard you two."

     "Dammit Yeager." I grumbled. 

     A gun bang sounded. We looked up to see red smoke. I looked at Marco in panic. He looked at me reassuringly and I relaxed.      "KIRSTEIN! BOTT! YEAGER! 15 meter titan 50 degrees to our left! Lets kill this fucker."

     At this we switched to our 3D maneuvering gear and flew off into the trees. I lost track of Marco which made me panic a bit, but I trust he can stay alive. I saw the titan run our way and before we could communicate, Levi had the spot at the nape of ts neck sliced out. Blood spattered everywhere as the titan collapsed onto the ground with a satisfying thwump.

     "Nice kill, Captain!" Eren said. Levi hated him, much less hearing him talk.

     "Shut up, Brat." Was the response he usually had for the kid and yet again, Levi never ceased to dish out that last line.

     "JEAN!" Marco yelled in a panicked voice as he disappeared into the trees. I was chasing after him before he finished and before I could speak. Someone or something took my Marco. They weren't going to live long.

     "MARCO!" I yelled after him, I could see the person and the shock that overcame me when I saw the person who had him was a titan. No titan we've ever seen before. A unique variation. Another gun and I knew the black smoke plumed from the barrel.

     "JEAN! DON'T HURT THE TITAN! IT'S JUST ANNIE!" But he sounded scared.

     "THAT MOTHERFUCKER IS DYING I DON'T CARE WHO IT IS!"

     Then the titan did the worst thing it could ever do. It threw Marco into a tree at such a force that the tree snapped by the impact. Besides the tree cracking, I could hear Marco's voice.

     "I love you, Jean!"

    I swung down to the tree and sprinted towards it. 

     "MARCO! MARCO DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE DEAD! PLEASE BE ALIVE! I NEED YOU!" My throat was raw as I kept screaming and screaming at my Marco.

     My heart shattered and I felt a piece of me die forever when I saw what I did. My Marco was hanging limply on the remnants  of the tree. Several red stained spikes ran through my Marcos body. I felt dead and weak. I collapsed into a heap next to him and sobbed. I screamed and screamed and sobbed. That titan took what was precious to me and killed him. I will find that titan. It will die. When I finally gained the courage to look up, I saw everything clearly. The blood that gushed and squirted from the wounds in his beautiful body. The coldness of his eyes. His brown eyes never ceased to amaze me, even now in death, his eyes were cold but friendly. 

     "I love you too, Marco." I croaked as I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my face, kissing it. He was already starting to go cold. I completely lost care of the world around me. It carried on that way for months. Until one day I decided to find Marco. I grabbed one of the Military Polices guns and walked into a meadow.

    "Dear Marco, It's been to long since I've seen you. There's no one else more beautiful and perfect as you. You made me complete and whole. There isn't a day where your death goes unnoticed. Most people don't. They moved on because death is common in the Survey Corps. I've thought about quitting. But that's the same as what I'm here to do anyway. Marco, I'm coming for you." Then I raised the gun to my head and but a single bullet to my head. Because a life without my happy little Marco isn't a life at all. 

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