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Fic List #1 (of Many!)

If your favorite fic isn't on here, don't worry, this is NOT a competition or anything of that nature, these are just fics that I typically first think of!! (if I didn't @ you, feel free to be like HEY THAT'S ME, I tried to find you all!!!!)

This is the first list of MANY. I Intend to hopefully share each fic from Ao3! NOW, SOME OF THESE ARE LOCKED if you do NOT have an account, be warned when you click the links!

With Love by @magiccatprincess: There are plenty of things you can do with love, but when does something really count as having been done for the name of love? (The infamous In the Name of Love fic, it's a good one to cry to)

Mythology of Love by @silvormoon: A magical world where the cast of Boueibu are gods and priests. Parts are numbered in chronological order, but don't necessarily need to be read that way. (This inspired my own God AU ngl)

Mean Boys by @deuterium51614: Teenage Yufuin En was educated in America. When his family moves back to Japan, En finally gets to experience high school in Japan and gets a quick primer on the cruel, tacit laws of popularity that divide his fellow students into tightly knit cliques. He unwittingly finds himself in the good graces of an elite group of cool students, the Student Council, dubbed "Caerula Adamas," but En soon realizes how his shallow group of new friends earned this nickname.(It is an indisputable fact that, if the curry incident never happened, the plot of Boueibu would be almost identical to Mean Girls, but with magical boy elements.) ((Mean Girls+Boueibu does make sense))

Life Without Love by Charm545: Slight AU. The Conquest Club decides to target the source of their enemy’s power: love. (TBH this fic has lived rent free in my head for years)

Something Wicked By @mostlikelytofangirl: The adventures of a group of missfit mystic creatures and their lives in the city of Salem, Massachusetts, narrated through the eyes of a witch and his cat familiar. Trying to live peacefully will proof to be more difficult than what any of them expected. (just know this series really got me into Akorima)

LOVE! LOVE! Adventures by @deuterium51614's cool mom: Enkin fanfiction written by my mom. (no really these are, it's amazing)

God of Light and Love by @koolkitty9: A rewrite of my infamous God of Love AU, Hakone Yumoto, the heir to the throne of Love , also known as: His Highness, Prince Scarlet, Yumoto Hakone, God of Light, Heir to the Throne of Love, is the next God of Love, who is cursed to die by Hireashi. He has to awaken his powers and finish what his ancestors once started. (listen I will never shut up about this au so I'm going to 100% have to subject it to you guys this early on for this list)

(Two Oh) Two Three, Love and Joy by SicTransitVictoria: The Battle Lovers don't know each other's identities. Same for Caerula Adamas. But somehow, Yumoto knows everyone. (I like this one a lot, it's fun!)

Nighttime Rituals by @fortune-maiden: The last futon comes into his view, and as soon as he sees it, sleep escapes him completely and his unease intensifies. Yumoto is gone. (Another one I think of often)

Two Princes by @soullessserenity: Prince Kinshiro meets his future spouse, prince Yumoto, for the first time. (This one is really sweet)

Kinshiro's Immortal by @thatlittledandere: I couldn't find the original My Immortal summary so I'll just introduce this as what it is: a poor rewrite of My Immortal with Kinshiro Kusatsu as the main character. Nobody asked for this and it's going to be very very painful for all parties involved but here it is. (no this is exactly what you think it is, a very iconic fic)

That's it for now, feel free to send in your favorites/your own as I slowly start to make my way through Ao3!!!

I WOULD LOVE to eventually make a masterlist of each author's stuff, but for now, I'll make a list of tags as well <3

[muchjearmin-blog]

Prompt 2: Lucid Dreaming

This is actually the sequel for the next prompt! That might be a bit of a spoiler...

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Jean smiled as the warm breeze blew through Armin's hair. The blonde was looking up, peacefully watching the leaves float down from the tree they were sitting under.

Jean suddenly broke the distance between them as he tackled the boy. The blonde's bubbly laughter tasted like honey, and that somehow made sense.

His senses were in ecstasy at the feeling of Armin's hair, his skin, even the fabric of his clothing.

They had made their way right next to the tree. Armin sat up and leaned against it. Jean smiled as he placed his hands on Armin's thighs and moved closer. Their faces were inches apart, until they weren't.

They kissed softly and slowly. Armin threw his arms around Jean's neck and deepened the kiss, turning it into something passionate. Feelings exploded in Jean's chest like fireworks.

They pulled away. At the sight of Armin's happy and breathless face, Jean couldn't stop himself and began to kiss him all over: his nose, his cheeks, his neck. The boy giggled, and the sound made Jean happier than he could ever remember being.

Then they were kissing again. Jean laughed freely, feeling as if all the heaviness and pain that was in his heart was being expelled in that action… but… why would he have heaviness and pain in his heart when everything was so… so…

He was looking down at Armin's face, and something in the boy's eyes changed. As if he knew something.

Slowly, gently, Jean brushed his finger against Armin's cheek. The brunette's eyesight became blurry.

"This isn't real." He stated with a sad smile. He placed his hand on Armin's face and the boy leaned into his touch. When his eyes opened, they looked at him fondly, and truly saddened.

"No… it's not…" He moved forward until their foreheads were touching. They stayed like that for a moment, just basking in each other's presence, even if it was questionable. Armin was the first to pull away. He gave Jean a soft smile as he stood up. Jean followed him with his eyes. The blonde seemed to slowly retreat. He gave Jean's hand a tight squeeze and began to turn away as he let go. Panic surged inside Jean as he snapped out of his trance.

"No!" He called out, catching Armin's hand once more. The blonde turned back to look at him with surprise. "T-this is my dream, right? So t-that mean's I'm in charge here!" Desperation laced his voice. Armin's features softened. Jean suddenly couldn't bear to look at him. He stared at the blonde's hand in his. "Please… stay…"

He felt a kiss on the top of his head before a pair of arms softly enveloped him.

"Ok."

Jean immediately held onto the boy and buried his face against his chest. He breathed in the boy's scent and almost swore he could hear his heartbeat.

That broke him.

He began to sob painful, wholehearted sobs. Tears rolled down mercilessly. He felt Armin tighten his hold around him.

"I'm sorry!" Jean cried out between breaths. Armin shook his head. "I'm sorry I wasn't with you!" The brunette felt like his heart was being ripped out of him for the second time.

"Jean…" The older boy's fingers clung onto Armin's clothing like a lifeline.

"I never… I never told you how I felt…" He realized. One of Armin's hands moved onto his head, where his fingers comfortingly ran through his hair.

"I knew…" His voice was laced with certainty, with promise.

Jean wondered if it was true, or if it was just his desperation being projected to him.

He sobbed again, with throat grating effort, as Armin buried his face against Jean's hair. His cries continued to echo.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

[muchjearmin-blog]

Prompt 1: Protect

I missed Jearmin week! I can't believe it! I'm going to write the prompts anyway but I'll only be able to do one per week!

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The soda bottle had barely touched Jean's lips when he received Connie's call. The brunette gave a frustrated sigh as he put down his drink and took out his phone.

"What?"

"Hey man! I have a favor to ask! Can you come over to my apartment with your motorbike? My neighbor is late and he needs a ride to work!"

Jean rubbed at his temple.

"And why is this my business?"

"Well it's kinda my fault he's late!"

"Kinda?"

"Ok! And it's also not the first time, so I really owe him this." Jean rolled his eyes. "Come on, man! Let me guess: You're at the corner shop buying a soda." The brunette looked down at his hand. "It's not like you have anything better to do!" Jean growled.

"I don't know, I feel pretty tempted to let you have to face that friend of yours."

"Come on! He's really nice! He doesn't deserve that! You know how hard being my friend can be!" He knew that, indeed.

Connie heard a defeated sigh, signaling his victory.

"Fine. I'll be there in 5. Your friend better be ready."

"Thanks man!" Connie quickly gave him the address where to take his friend. "I promise that next ti-" He hanged up, putting his phone away and taking a long sip of his soda before throwing it away and putting on his helmet.

Being on his motorcycle always calmed Jean. The blur of cars and traffic was hypnotizing, and the sounds as he rushed by made adrenaline surge through his body. It was in those moments that he felt truly alive.

Jean caught sight of Connie's form as he neared the street. He also saw the blurred shape of someone besides him, a speck of blonde that didn't hold his attention for long.

He parked before them, not turning to greet. He heard Connie's voice, which rose annoyance inside him immediately.

"Your ride is here!"

"W-what! Connie! I-I can't go on that!" The unfamiliar voice sounded startled and on the edge of panic.

"You can't be late again, Armin!"

"And whose fault is that!"

Losing patience, Jean made the motorcycle roar to catch their attention. He heard "Armin" give a small yelp.

"Sorry! No time to argue!"

"H-hey! S-stop!" From the corner of his eye, Jean saw Connie forcefully pull his friend onto the bike. That was all he needed to see to start moving.

"Hold on!" Connie yelled out right as the vehicle began its motion. Jean felt the person behind him lose balance as he cried out. Almost immediately though, he felt a pair of hands hold tightly onto his shoulders.

"CONNIE!" But the bike was already rushing through the streets.

As they gave a turn, the brunette heard Armin squeak and felt him hide his head behind Jean's back. At every little bounce, the boy would tighten his grip or burry his head even harder against him. Weak whimpers would surface, and he swore he even heard "please stop" at some point.

Somehow, the blonde's gestures touch his heart. He suddenly wanted the boy to feel all right. Being on the motorcycle was so liberating for Jean, but here Armin was just genuinely suffering, feeling unsafe. Jean knew that was uncalled for: he wouldn't let anything happen to the blonde.

The person behind him was holding onto him tighter and sitting closer to him than anyone ever had before. It felt incredibly intimate, and the brunette felt the sudden desire to protect him.

He found a place to park. The motorcycle came to a stop, but Armin's grip did not lessen. Neither did his head rise.

"A-are we there?"

Jean found himself chuckling.

"Not yet. I just thought you would like this." Finally, the blonde gathered the courage (or was it simply the curiosity?) to look up. Jean had taken off his helmet. "Here." He secured it over the blonde's head. "For some peace of mind."

This was the first time Jean gave Armin a good look. His blue eyes were bright and expressive, his hair had been messed with by the wind but it still looked (and felt) soft, his form was small and could be completely hidden out of sight by Jean's if they tried. Everything about him made Jean's newfound protective instincts rise. Armin looked into the brunette's eyes in surprise at the sudden thoughtfulness. They both stared at each other, as if trying to figure the other out, but ended up just smiling.

"T-thank you."

"Should we continue?"

Nervousness took over the blonde's features, and Jean would have ruffled his hair if it hadn't been for the helmet.

"Yeah."

The motorcycle roared back to life and Armin instinctively hid his face and gripped onto Jean's shoulders again.

Jean drove considerable slower this time. He looked back for a second, and his heart was warmed by how vulnerable the boy looked. In that moment he hoped he was the only person who had ever or would ever see him like that.

"You should try looking up." He said once he turned back to the rode. Jean didn't think he would actually listen, but gingerly he felt the pressure against his back retreat. That was when he heard a gasp, not in fear but in awe. Slowly, he felt Armin lose tension and his arms lower until they found a more comfortable place around Jean's waist.

Armin let out a little laugh, enjoying the wind and the view and the sudden feeling of freedom. Unconsciously he pressed himself closer to the body in front of him and laid his chin on Jean's shoulder.

In that moment, neither of them had ever felt so close to someone.