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19/(?) AOT Rare Pair Requests : JeanHitch

[okami-iris]

Jeanpieck or jeanhitch?

Uhhhh! This is hard! (>_<)

JeanPiku tho🙏💜

It's my favorite Jean ship and my favorite Peick ship♡

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[yurikoschneide]

[stardustpug]

Title: Process Chapter: 1/1 Fandom: snk/aot Pairing: jeanhitch (more friendship than romance) Summary: Late night conversations may not help them process their deaths, but it can lead to new friendships. AO3 | FF.Net

He tugs the long jacket adorned with the Wings of Freedom off, draping it over his chair. He lets out a heavy sigh, catching a glance of himself in the mirror. He looks beyond exhausted; heavy bags sit beneath his eyes, his frame almost looks smaller, as if he hasn’t been eating enough. Things keep getting more complicated, more convoluted, and he can’t keep up.

A light knock on his door pulls him out of his thoughts. “Come in,” he says, sitting down the wrong way on his chair, letting his arms rest atop his folded jacket.

Hitch steps into the room, her footsteps softer than usual. “Hi, Jean,” she says, letting the door shut behind herself.

“Hitch,” he says, “Hi.” He couldn’t quite piece together why she was here. It’s not that it’s a problem, but they don’t really know each other all that well.

“Sorry to come so late,” she says, her eyes flickering to the window, where the outside world was completely dark as clouds obscured the moon’s soft glow.

“It’s fine. What’s up?” he asks, watching as she crosses the room to seat herself on his bed.

“I have a question for you.”

When she doesn’t continue, he raises his eyebrows. “Which is…?”

“Sorry,” she says again, leaning back against the wall, the bed squeaking ever so slightly as she shifts her weight. “It’s kind of hard to ask, I guess.” She pauses and stares out the window. “I’ve heard the stories.”

“The stories?” Jean questions, “Of what?”

“You. In Trost. That day.”

“Oh.”

“I… that day is the reason you’re in the Scouting Legion, isn’t it?”

He nods.

“Because your best friend died.”

“Was murdered,” Jean corrects.

“Right. Does it… I mean, how do you handle it?”

Everything clicks. She’s asking how to get over the fact that her best friend is dead. Jean feels a pang in his chest. His answer isn’t going to be much help. “You don’t,” he replies.

Hitch sighs, her eyes dropping to watch her fingers twiddle. “I mean, obviously. I guess that’s not what I meant to ask. How can I…” she shifts uncomfortably under his gaze, “how can I distract myself from it? I feel like all I’ve been doing is guarding Annie in her crystal, and she’s not exactly a conversationalist, especially inside of that thing.”

“We were thrown into the war headfirst right after Marco died,” Jean says, “so I never had much of a chance to focus on it. The most I even processed it was deciding to join the Scouting Legion, and life has been moving non-stop since then.”

Hitch nods in understanding. “Alright.” She stands, running her hands down the front of her jacket to remove any wrinkles. “Maybe I’ll talk to Annie enough to annoy her out of the crystal as a pastime.” She heads towards the door, “Sorry to bother you.”

“You didn’t bother me,” Jean says, causing Hitch to stop.

She turns to face him again. “You know, you’re a lot nicer than you act out there,” she says, her thumb motioning towards the door.

“What can I say, it’s my job.”

“To be a dick?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

He laughs, “It’s technically not in the job description, but I take pride in my asshole personality, I’ll have you know.”

She smiles and rolls her eyes, “Okay, that made me feel a little better. Guess I need more friends, is all. Most of the others in the Military Police are assholes. Real assholes, not pretend ones like you. They’re not easy to get along with.” “They sound stuffy,” he rests his chin on his palm, “Glad I didn’t join them.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

“Having second thoughts?” he asks. His tone is playful, but something about him comes off as serious.

“No. I mean, yes, but I think I would join the Wall Garrison over the Scouting Legion after Marlow....”

“That’s fair,” Jean says. “For what it’s worth, I think you would be great at kicking ass on the battlefield. Titan and human.”

“Thanks, your vote of confidence is definitely going to make me switch.” She smiles at him. “I know you’re busy, but if you ever have some free time, I’m pretty much never busy.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that sometime,” he replies as she steps through the door.

“Goodnight, Jean.”

“Goodnight, Hitch.”

The door closes with a soft click.

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[okami-iris]

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From "A 16 Thing" AU (because it's my life line)

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Title: Ink Blossoms Chapter Title: Crumbling Chapter: 4/? Fandom: snk/aot Pairing: jeanhitch Summary: The titans have essentially taken over every corner of Trost and while most of the citizens had been evacuated, the smell of flesh filled the streets, fresh blood splattered on every visible surface. FF.Net | AO3

Chapter Four: Crumbling

It’s late. It’s far beyond curfew, but it’s been three years and the recruits really couldn’t care less about being caught. What was running some laps and missing dinner at this point? Besides, tomorrow is their final day off before graduation anyways. Still in uniform and draped in dark green cloaks bearing the trainees symbol, the group is situated around a makeshift fire pit burning softly behind the barracks. Ymir has her arms wrapped tightly around Christa’s waist, who’s trying to squirm away from her mate to comfort a very forlorn Sasha, who’s head is being awkwardly patted by a distressed Connie. Sasha did miss dinner that night, and all she could do was whimper about the lack of potatoes and bread she had earlier in the night. Mikasa is fretting over something relating to a very annoyed looking Eren, with Armin attempting to relieve whatever tension is building between the two. Reiner and Bertholdt almost seem to be in their own world, with Reiner’s laugh booming across the grounds, leaving the group somewhat worried about being caught. Marco and Mina are sitting nearby, having a hushed conversation. The looks on their faces imply that it’s serious, so Hitch turns back towards Jean, whose eyes are fixated on the fire that’s crackling in front of them.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, her voice slightly below normal volume. She lets her hand rest on his arm and she stares at him.

“Who of us will be in the top of the class,” he says. His eyes shift to meet hers.

“Are you worried?” she asks, not quite able to read whatever emotion is glinting behind his eyes.

“A little bit,” he says,”I mean, we both want to be in the Military Police. Only ten of us can. It’s a little stressful.” He shrugs, glancing back at the fire.

Watching the fire reflect in his eyes, she leans back on the uncomfortable log, her fingernails digging in on either side of her legs to keep her upright. “Well, if one of us doesn’t make it, it’s not like we’ll never see each other again. When you fill out all of the paperwork, you have to put down your soulmate, so they try to keep you close together. If one of us ends up in the Military Police and the other doesn’t, then they can be in the Wall Garrison and request to be near the other. It shouldn’t be that hard.”

He sighs, “You’re right,” a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes appears on his lips, “it’ll be fine.”

--

Hearts are racing as the young cadets stand at the edge of the stage, Shadis and a few other shuffling through multiple papers and whispering amongst themselves. While tonight wasn’t their final night as cadets, their time on this base was quickly coming to a close. Tonight was more important than any other so far though, considering tonight they would find out their final placements. Hitch could feel the nerves bubbling in her stomach, butterflies’ wings tickling their way around her insides.

She’s standing close to Jean, nearly shoulder to shoulder with him. Jean is in the middle of a light conversation with Marco, but she wishes he would stop. She absolutely cannot handle the feeling that’s spreading throughout her body right now. Their moments left together could very easily be fleeting. She knows that she shouldn’t feel like this. Getting into the Military Police is her one and only goal, or at least it was. She always swore to herself that a soulmate would never get in the way of that -- she always wondered why others would let it -- but in this moment, standing here, waiting, she understood.

Jean is silently aware of whatever battle Hitch is having with the rising panic and grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers. He doesn’t acknowledge her otherwise, but the contact seems to ground her. It grounds him, too, but he doesn’t show any change in his demeanor.

His conversation with Marco abruptly comes to a stop when Shadis clears his throat loudly, signaling the start of the night.

“Cadets,” Shadis begins, “tonight, we will announce the Top Ten of the 104th trainees Southern Division. From there, you will be given twenty four hours to decide which branch of the military you want to join. Only the top can go to the Military Police, while anyone is allowed to join the Wall Garrison and the Scouting Legion. I will begin from number ten and work to one.”

The silence is deafening. Hitch can hear her heartbeat like a drum in her ears.

“Ten: Hitch Dreyse.”

She’s still at first. She feels Jean’s eyes on her - everyone’s eyes are on her. She hesitantly glances at Jean, who tilts his head towards the stage. With a shaky breath, she lets go of his hand and steps forward. She blinks up at Shadis, whose hard gaze turns away from her and back the crowd radiating with nervous energy.

“Nine: Sasha Braus.”

Pause. Sasha emerges from the crowd and Hitch is surprised to see she has no food in her hands.

“Eight: Connie Springer.”

“Seven: Marco Bodt.”

“Sixth: Jean Kirschtein.”

Hitch’s heart beats loudly in her chest as relief spreads throughout her entire body. They did it. They both made it.

“Fifth: Eren Jaeger.”

“Fourth: Annie Leonhart.”

“Third: Bertholdt Hoover.”

“Second: Reiner Braun.”

“First: Mikasa Ackerman.”

 In a few short days, they’ll be in the safety of the walls. They’ll be safe.

Or, so she thought.

--

A large crack of lightning throws Hitch directly on her ass.

“What the fu-” she starts, but her voice cuts out when she sees what’s happening on another portion of the walls.

“Hitch!”

She turns, seeing Jean running towards her. He comes to a halt and pulls her onto her feet, brushing her sides off. “Are you okay?” his voice is quiet, so quiet she almost misses his questions. The silence below has turned into loud, panicked yells and screams.

“I-I’m fine. But-”

Jean glances over his shoulder, towards the large, muscley mass whose eyes are peering over the walls. He swallows, watching a fellow cadet - most likely Eren - head straight for it. “We should head down,” he says, turning back towards Hitch. “They’ll need all of us down there and ready to go when they make a plan.” He takes a deep breath, studying her face. “We were so close.”

She nods, swallowing hard. She could have avoided ever seeing a titan if they had left for the inner walls this morning, rather than tomorrow morning. Instead, she’s watching them poor into the gate that’s no longer there, while the Colossal Titan escapes into a mist of fog.

--

It is chaos. Pure chaos. They had been split into multiple groups and as far as Hitch was concerned, sent to die. The titans have essentially taken over every corner of Trost and while most of the citizens had been evacuated, the smell of flesh filled the streets, fresh blood splattered on every visible surface. They are low on gas and stuck in a building with titans clamoring below.

The carnage below makes Hitch sick to her stomach. She watches as Marco holds Jean back from the scared cadets who’ve given up. She’s frozen in place as two large, gaunt faces appear at one end of the building. Jean is so close to them, too close. She can’t tell if she’s screaming out to him to get away or not.

A hand -- a giant hand -- punches through the faces of the titans that are standing far too close with a sickening crunch.

“What?” she hears Jean say, watching him as he uses his gear to fly out of the giant hole.

“Jean, no!” she yells, running after him. A few other cadets follow, silence taking them over when they see the site outside.

“Is that… is that titan fighting other titans?” Connie speaks, his voice coming out low and laced with shock.

“It has been,” Mikasa says, her eyes not straying from the titan. “It’s been killing every single titan its come across.”

They watch as the titan below rages on, but things quickly take a turn for the worse. The other titans begin attacking it, eating away at its flesh. Hitch and the others stare on in horror, until the titans begin to walk away, no longer interested in it or them. From below, they watch as someone appears from the titan’s nape, clearly unconscious. 

Mikasa lets out a gasp, quickly shooting down to the figure.

Eren.

It’s Eren.

She feels Jean’s hand on hers, but other than that, nothing.

--

“How is this possible?” she hisses.

“Shut up, we can’t talk about it. We’re the only ones that-”

The group falls quiet as another loud crack of lightning hits.

--

“Guys, what are you doing?” Marco asks as his feet hit the roof.

Reiner and Bertholdt turn, faces grim.

“What?” Marco asks again, walking towards them. “Did something happen?”

“You didn’t hear us, did you?” Reiner stares at the freckled boy over his shoulder.

“No,” Marco says, stopping. “Is it something I need to know?”

The two boys share a look before Reiner speaks. “No.”

“Okay, well, we need to get going! There are more titans heading this way. We need to try and kill as many as we can so they don’t follow Eren-”

“Right,” Reiner doesn’t wait for Marco to finish, taking off towards the nearest titan, Bertholdt close behind.

Marco tilts his head, somewhat confused at their behavior. After a moment, he brushes it off, aware of the titans that were stumbling closer and closer to him.

--

The aftermath of Trost pushes back any plans that Hitch and the others have of being moved to their new posts. The cleanup is disgusting and unsettling, with the streets full of half eaten bodies baking in the sun, pools of dried blood splattered haphazardly about, titan throw up oozing with spit, and the list goes on. Eren, Armin, and Mikasa have been rushed away for Eren’s trial, leaving behind the rest of the 104th questioning what the hell had happened a few short days ago.

Hitch tugs her facemask off and rolls her gloves off of her hands, trashing them. A deep breath brings in the terrible smell of bodies that haven’t been tended to, but Hitch sips her water regardless. 

No use in passing out out here and being mistaken for a dead body, right? She cringes at her thought process. Looks like her sense of humor has already taken a turn for the worse after the chaos of the last few days.

She nearly drops her water when she feels a hand land on the small of her back.

“Sorry,” Jean says, giving her a look she can’t quite read, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, it’s okay… Guess I’m a little jumpy since…” she waves her free hand around.

He nods. “Listen, Hitch. I need to talk to you.”

His tone makes her heart drop deep into her stomach, similar to the feeling she’d had as the Colossal Titan’s beady eyes swept over Trost before kicking in the gate. “About?” she asks, forcing down another sip of water despite the sickening feeling.

Jean uses his hand to push her further into the shade, his eyes scanning the area. There wasn’t anyone else around from what he could see. Bringing his gaze back to hers, he begins, “Are you still planning on joining the Military Police?”

Hitch furrows her brows in confusion. “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

Jean opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He snaps it shut after a moment and looks down.

“What?” Hitch asks, stepping closer to him. “Are you telling me that you want to join the Scouting Legion now? That this attack has awoken some… some kind of bloodlust that you have to chase after?”

“No, I’m not like Eren,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t want to fight titans or go outside the walls. I don’t want to. But I think I have to.”

“What the hell does that mean?” she snaps.

“It’s a feeling.” “You want to join the Scouting Legion because you have a feeling? Is that feeling a death wish?” Her head is spinning.

“I- maybe? I don’t know, it’s… you’ve seen Marco, right? He was badly hurt. Alive, but hurt. And so many of us died, Hitch. I can’t sit back and do nothing after witnessing them first hand.”

She lets out a deep sigh and squeezes the bridge of her nose. “What does that mean for us? I can’t just turn off how I feel about you or the fact that we’re soulmates.” She does her best not to show that her head is spinning or the panic that’s rising into her throat, causing it to close up and forcing tears to well up in her eyes.

“I know that,” he says, his voice soft, his hands resting on either arm and squeezing gently.

“Then why?” she asks, her voice nearly cracking. Fuck, she thinks to herself. She’s not some over emotional girl. This shouldn’t hurt the way it does.

“I feel like I need to protect the people I care about,” he starts, “or something like that, I guess. I’m sorry. I know this means we can’t be together, but it’s what I have to do.”

“Is it?” she asks, stepping out of his grip. “Is it really what you have to do?”

--

This skips around more than I would like it to, but I wanted to get through Trost! Comments are appreciated!

[stardustpug]

Title: Ink Blossoms Chapter Title: Touch Chapter: 3/? Fandom: snk/aot Pairing: jeanhitch Summary: Her fingers meet his wrist and she feels a shock go through her entire body, followed by a warm, tingly feeling. FF.Net | AO3

Chapter Three: Touch

Hitch groans through a large yawn when she hears a loud banging from outside the barracks. This definitely was her least favorite part of the day. Each and every morning, Shadis would bang some loud metal symbols in the center of the barracks, waking everyone up in the worst way possible. She forces herself out of bed and pulls out the trunk located beneath her bed, rummaging around for her uniform and belts.

Training has been nowhere near easy over the last few months. Many recruits has dropped out rather quickly, while a few others had actually been killed from the intensity of the training. Hitch didn’t think it was that terrible, but it was much more work than she wanted to put in. However, she has been working quite hard over the last few months because if she plans on getting into the Military Police, she has quite a bit to compete against. The group of trainees she had been placed with were all talented and dedicated, which was a deadly combination for those who wanted a lush lifestyle in the interior without putting the work in.

Walking outside, the sun was already beating down on them. Hitch adjusted her straps, glancing around at the others. They walked like zombies towards the mess hall, only a few people chipper this early in the morning. She catches Marco animatedly talking to Jean, who looks like he’s about to pass out. Eren is telling a story to those standing around him with Mikasa and Armin flanking him on either side. Hitch’s eyes land on Annie for a split second, but she quickly looks away. That girl is terrifying, and even more so at this hour.

Breakfast seems to wake everyone up, although Hitch doesn’t know how, given how bland it is. She hears some kind of squabble at the table behind her, which most definitely involves Sasha and Connie.

The loud banging starts again, signaling the recruits to make their way to the training grounds. As the recruits line up and solute Shadis, he drops the large symbols to the ground, motioning for the trainees to drop their solutes. He clears his throat and begins speaking loudly, “Recruits! We will be starting this morning off with hand to hand combat! Do not mess around, it will not be tolerated,” he finishes, his eyes landing directly on Sasha and Connie. The group snickers at the two, who are blushing furiously at being called out by Shadis.

“On that note,” he adds, “I want you all to spar with someone new today. You’ve all grown too comfortable.”

Hitch glances around herself. Everyone looks lost, having to pair up with someone other than their usual partner. Her eyes land on Jean, who still looks like he could fall asleep right then and there. Marco has already paired off with a very bubbly Christa. Hitch comes to a stop in front of Jean, her arms crossed over her chest. “Should we do this?” she asks, annoyance glinting in her eyes. Sparring wasn’t even necessary. Their enemy is titans, not humans.

Jean nods, not bothering to give her an actual answer. She follows behind the boy, who walks out of the clump of recruits and towards a much more open area. He stops walking after a few moments, stopping to face her. “Who attacks first?” he asks, sleep still lacing his voice.

Hitch pauses for a moment, squinting at him.

His eyebrows raise the longer she stares and he eventually asks, “What, do I have something on my face?”

“No,” she says, “I’m still trying to decide what’s going with your hair.”

His hand reaches up, attempting to flatten it down, “What about it?”

“Why is it like that?”

“Like what?” he asks, brows furrowing. He feels too tired to deal with this kind of shit this early in the morning, but he continues to meet the girl’s gaze anyway.

“The coloring,” she says finally. “Why is it two colors? Is that natural?”

He sighs, “Hitch, you should really know the answer by now. I’m asked this on a daily basis. But yes, it’s natural. No, I don’t know how. Any other questions?”

“No, but you have obvious pent up aggression, so you can attack first.”

He rolls his eyes, although she notes that he seems a little more awake after their exchange. “Ready?”

She positions herself to prepare for his attack and nods.

He shifts to run at her, but quickly says, “This one is a warm up, so we’ll be slow.” Then, he’s running at her.

Her fingers meet his wrist and she feels a shock go through her entire body, followed by a warm, tingly feeling. They both immediately stop moving, their eyes focusing on Hitch’s hand wrapped around Jean’s wrist. Slowly, Hitch pulls her fingers away and flexes them. They’re glowing a bright, brilliant, swirling blue. Her eyes shift to Jean’s wrist. He has yet to move, but his wrist has illuminated itself in the same color. Hitch glances at his face and she sees both shock and surprise written all over his expression. She assumes she must look the same. His eyes eventually meet hers and she lets go of a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He clears his throat and comes back to reality, looking around to see if anyone else has noticed them. So far, so good.

It’s not like it mattered too much. Other 104th cadets had meet their soulmates since training had started. The first day, Connie and Sasha had brought everyone’s attention to themselves when they fought over a basket of bread. Everyone had realized the situation before the two even noticed, who were too preoccupied with bread to pay any attention to what was happening. Ymir and Christa had also realized they were soulmates on the first day of training because of Ymir patting Christa’s shoulder and letting our a loud laugh at something another cadet had said. Marco and Mina’s fingers brushed at dinner one night a few weeks into training and the room was filled with bright blue. Some people had soulmates coming into training, like Reiner and Bertholdt or Eren and Mikasa.

“Okay,” Jean finally says, meeting Hitch’s eyes once again, “if we keep standing around, people will notice. We can meet up tonight after dinner and talk if you want.” He lets his hand fall to his side, his wrist still glowing.

Hitch follows suit, her hand dropping to her side. She nods, “Yeah, that would be good. Let’s get back to training.”

Dinner finally rolls around. The day has dragged on and Hitch has been dying for tonight to come around so she and Jean can talk about this. It’s driving her a little crazy. She was aware she had a soulmate, obviously, but the fact they her and Jean had gotten so far into training and never touched before seemed a bit unbelievable.

She settles in her seat across from Marco, although her eyes shift to Jean. He’s hard to read, although she can tell he’s tapping his foot impatiently beneath the table. At least he feels the same as she does, or so she assumes.

She reaches out and grabs a piece of bread from the basket in front of herself, placing it on her plate. She hears Marco gasp and internally groans. Of course he was going to find out; he’s Jean’s best friend, after all. But that doesn’t change the fact that she didn’t want to talk about this with anyone other than Jean yet, especially not with all of the cadets cramped into the tiny dining hall.

“Who?” he asks quietly. The only people who seem to take any notice are Jean and Mina.

Hitch doesn’t reply, but her eyes slip to Jean. Marco follows her gaze, his mouth dropping into an ‘o’ shape. He smiles and elbows Jean, who grunts in reply.

The rest of dinner is agonizingly slow. After what seems like hours, Jean and Hitch make their way back to the sparring grounds to talk. Sasha doesn’t have to run laps tonight, so they have the barren field to themselves.

The two stay silent for some time, not knowing what to say to one another.

“So,” Jean says, his voice cutting through the cool nighttime air.

“So,” Hitch replies, her fingers playing with her jacket.

Silence falls between them again.

“Is your wrist still glowing?” Hitch asks, glancing at her fingers. They’re still glowing brightly, the light casting shadows on her face.

He nods, pushing his sleeve back to show her. “I didn’t think it was supposed to glow for this long.”

“My mom always said that if it glows for a long time, it means your bond is stronger than average,” she wiggles her fingers again. It looks like bright blue ink is swirling around right beneath her skin.

He’s quiet for a moment and then looks up at her again. The blue hues shine against her face and he realizes that she is really pretty. He pushes away the thought (and wills away the pink blush brightening his cheeks, although it’s too dark out for her to notice) and asks, “Have you ever had visions or like… dreams with me in them?”

When he finishes speaking, Hitch feels something in her mind click. The reason Jean had looked so familiar is because she has been seeing small snippets of his life since she was five years old. She meets his gazy with wide eyes and nods.

“Glad to know I’m not crazy. I thought I recognized you the first day of training, but when you said you weren’t from Trost, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I could’ve known you from.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously. “My mom always told me seeing visions of your soulmates is incredibly rare. She didn’t think it was an actual thing.”

“I didn’t know it was a thing,” Hitch says quietly, studying him a little closer than usual now that she knows where she recognizes him from.

From behind them, a loud banging of metal on metal sounds, signaling curfew. The two sigh and start their way back to the barracks.

“I guess we’ll see how this goes,” Jean says.

Hitch nods in agreement and wishes him a goodnight, heading towards the girls end of the barracks. Jean watches her walk away, his mind whirling with hundreds of thoughts at once. After she disappears through the door, he turns in the opposite direction, trying to decide how the hell he’s supposed to sleep tonight.

And so the canon divergence begins.