#titan!marco

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A familiar Face...? [Re-Write] Titan!Marco AU

I didn't like how I wrote the other one so I just wrote it again. You can also find it on my Ao3 if you want :]

Anyways, enjoy

TW: fear of being eaten mention (because, ya know, titans)

If his day was bad, then in those moments it was worse. Everyone who was in their group had been devoured by the titans. He has been running for almost an hour, since his horse decided to leave in a hurry. He was still surprised to be alive.

And why is that? Practically because his omni-directional maneuvering gear equipment had broken and now he had no way to protect himself if a titan appeared.

Jean could tell he was starting to get tired but he still hadn't found anywhere he could be safe and for some reason he had the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

And just as he predicted, a few minutes later a titan appeared, approaching him at full speed. Jean's eyes widened in panic as he continued running, even though he knew he couldn't escape from that titan.

Only a few seconds passed before the titan grabbed Jean tightly in its hand. Jean let out a scream at the sudden pain, hearing a crunch. The titan probably broke a bone (maybe more), although he couldn't say which one.

The titan lifted him closer to its face as it opened its mouth. There was no way out of this…

//

He didn't know how much time had passed but he felt alone. He completely remembered everything that happened the day he died, his companions, everything. But... he woke up again, in a new body, one he didn't like at all.

He had become what had killed him. He also had lost the need to sleep and eat. During the time he had been alive in this form, he had seen many soldiers lose their lives to the titans before he could do anything to stop it.

That day was practically the same, bodies of soldiers scattered on the ground, having been attacked by the titans. He let out a sigh as he continued to wander through the clearing, his hearing now really sharp, hearing a scream from a human not far from where he was.

He decided to hurry up and try to save the human, since he still had the chance to do so. It didn't take him long to find the titan who was currently lifting the writhing human towards its face.

He quickly approached the titan and punched it, causing it to let go of the human. He pushed him away from the small human, holding the titan to the ground before biting and ripping off its nape, killing it.

He turned away from the now disappearing titan to look at the human, before slowly approaching him. He gently picked him up in his hands, his eyes widening when he recognized the small soldier.

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Jean continued to try to squirm in the grasp of the titan that was about to eat him, when suddenly another titan hit it, causing him to let go and Jean to fall to the ground.

Why would a titan attack another one? That to one side, he tried to get up from the ground but his body hurt, so he couldn't. Suddenly he felt giant hands pick him up, almost forgetting that there was another titan there.

He wanted to squirm again but his body hurt too much so he just looked away, closing his eyes and hoping that it would be quick. However, seconds later his eyes shot open in shock when he heard.

“J…ee-aa…n..” he looked at the titan again, his eyes widening as he focused on him. Short black hair, brown eyes and… freckles. Jean only knew one person with those characteristics but...

That was impossible... Marco was dead, right? He found his body with half of his face missing. “...M-Marco...?” He said with a small stutter. The titan smiled at him as he nodded softly, showing Jean that it really was him.

“B-But how? How are you a titan?” Marco shrugged, still looking at the human. Jean sighed before asking something again. “Marco, uh… Do you remember what happened to you in Trost…?”

Marco's smile fell a little as he heard the question, slowly nodding his head. “Oh… I guess it's depressing to remember your own death, huh…?” Jean said, feeling pretty bad for Marco.

Suddenly he felt Marco lift him up even more, bringing him closer to his face. Jean panicked for a moment, thinking that Marco was going to eat him, when suddenly his cheeks flushed bright red.

“M-Marco! D-Did you just kiss me?!” Marco smiled widely, nodding happily. Jean sighed, trying to free himself from the shame, while thinking about something else.

What was he going to do with Marco now that he's a titan?

[firegrilled]

To the Victor, the Spoils

Pairing: Jean/Marco, mentions of other

Tags: Titan Shifter Marco (slightly Darco), implied dubious consent and pinning, alternate canon

Summary: Marco and the other shifters claim their prizes after finally capturing the coordinate in a universe where Marco is another titan shifter.

“Where are you going, Marco?” Reiner asked, grunting as he finished tying rope around Connie’s wrist. Slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Reiner walked over to the cart they hijacked and piled Connie in the back with another bound Mikasa and Armin.

Marco stepped over splintered wood, eyeing his destination a little further into the ruined city. He kicked a pebble down the battered road and listened to the echo of each bounce.

“Getting my reward,” Marco replied, his voice low. He did his best to ignore the smoldering buildings and the bodies of soldier strewn about Shinganshina.

“We don’t have any more time, let’s go before the Survey Corps reinforcements arrive,” Reiner spoke. His eyes darted to the gates of the city he crushed so many years earlier, now wider after their recent battle with their former friends.

“They’re still hours away, probably waiting on a reply from the brave men and women we killed,” Marco stopped to observe the carnage. Another battle, another memory to suppress. “Besides, you got your souvenirs so I’m getting mine.”

On cue, a low gurgle drew Marco’s attention to a recently demolished building. Laying against the doorway to the house with broken blade in his gut sat Jean, eyes glassing over and blood bubbling on his lips. His hand clutched the cold steel, slipping as he tried to push it. A trail of blood from his fingers colored the metal with each failed attempt to budge it.

Marco strolled over to his former best friend, frowning at the pitiful sight.

“Hang on, Jean. It’ll be alright,” Marco mumbled, kneeling down next to him. Clutching Jean’s bloodied hand, Marco squeezed it.

Jean coughed, flecks of blood spraying onto Marco’s Survey Corps jacket.

“You seriously aren’t considering-” Reiner started but a shush from Marco silenced him.

“Don’t you even start. I explicitly told you to not hurt him and look at what you did,” Marco gestured to Jean. He wrapped one hand behind Jean’s slumping head and the other around his back. Carefully, he shifted Jean from the building and laid him on his back.

Jean hacked up more blood.

“Shhh, hold on just a bit longer. I’m going to make it all better,” Marco muttered. He grabbed the broken blade and swiftly pulled it out.

Jean’s eyes went wide as blood flowed swiftly from his gut.

Taking a deep breath, Marco drew the weapon fragment across his palm and watched his blood flow forth. He held his hand over Jean’s abdomen and watched their blood mix together. Contrary to the beliefs of the Marleyans, the blood of the so-called demons was the same as their own.

Electricity crackled around the deep wound, steam hissing from it moments later.

Marco watched with a collected calm as Reiner arrived next to him, glancing over his shoulder. Together they saw the gaping wound start to seal itself.

“A waste of your power, if you ask me,” Reiner scoffed. He didn’t even have the time to register Marco’s uninjured hand shoot up and wrap around his neck.

“Don’t you dare judge what’s a waste of anything around me,” Marco narrowed his eyes. He gestured to to the smoldering city around them as he tightened his grip. “Because of you we had to destroy this city, again. We had to kill more Eldians because of your brilliant idea to kidnap Eren without consulting Bertl, Annie, or myself! We’re lucky the MP was assisting with Zeke’s attack otherwise they might’ve caught us!”

Reiner grasped Marco’s wrist and wrenched his neck free. He coughed up a storm as Marco’s attention returned to Jean laying at his feet.

“Point taken- just bind him before the others get here.”

“Too late,” a cool voice replied.

Marco and Reiner looked back to see Annie and Bertl walking down the street.

“How’d the fight go?” Reiner quickly asked.

Annie pointed with her thumb over her shoulder, not uttering a word.

Just a few strides behind them was their last companion, Zeke Jaeger, who held their real prize in his arms. Eren laid knocked out in his half-brother’s grasp.

“What are you two doing?” Bertl wondered, squinting over to his comrades.

“Claiming what’s mine,” Marco answered.

“...Marco?” Jean’s quiet voice drew his attention immediately.

A pang of guilt shot through Marco’s chest at how meek and broken his name sounded, so uncharacteristically Jean. It stirred his ire for Reiner but he set that aside momentarily. Instead, he rubbed his knuckled against Jean’s blood-stained cheeks and gave a tiny smile.

“Hush, you’ll be okay. For now rest. Soon we’ll be starting our new life together, the one that we dreamt of back in training. No more fighting, no more titans. A nice quiet comfortable life that we deserve,” Marco promised Jean, coaxing his friend into a peaceful slumber. When Jean’s breathing steadied, Marco picked him up and cradled him on the way back to the cart.

None of the others commented as Marco laid him next to their former comrades and silently bound him. Marco barely acknowledged Zeke when he dumped Eren by Jean.

“Afraid to let go?” Annie guessed, breaking the silence.

“Spoils of war,” Marco replied, rolling his eyes.

“Unnecessary.”

“Say that one more time and I’ll stab you in the gut like Reiner,” Marco glared at Annie. He strolled over to a fallen soldier and bent down to grab a discarded sword. “Mikasa isn’t necessary, or Armin, or Connie so don’t pretend like I’m the only one claiming what’s theirs.”

“Mikasa is an Ackerman, something we need to research more,” Annie argued, walking to the front of the cart.

“And Connie-” Reiner began to join the conversation until Marco spun on his heels and shoved the blade into his stomach. “Ack!”

Reiner crumpled to his knees in pain, blood dripping down his chin.

“Next time heed my warning,” Marco explained to Reiner before removing the blade. he tossed it aside with a loud clang. “And don’t pretend like you aren’t interested in her, or that Reiner doesn’t have a weak spot for Connie. Poor Bertl had to settle for a compromise and get Armin since you’re clearly not interested.”

Bertl’s eyes fell to the ground as he silently wrapped an arm around Reiner’s shoulder, helping their teammate to his feet. Together they climbed onto the back of the wagon.

A cough from Zeke drew their attention.

“Come on, we have to make it to the shore before the moon crests. You can argue about whatever childish wants on the way. Marco you’re driving the cart since Reiner is injured,” Zeke ordered.

Nodding, Marco climbed onto the front with Annie taking shotgun. Zeke and Bertl settled into the back while Reiner groaned as he gradually healed.

Marco whipped the reins and the cart took off.

“You know, they won’t like us for what we did,” Annie spoke, her cold eyes falling back to Mikasa’s unconscious body.

“Once Zeke enacts his plan it won’t matter. They’ll learn to love us in the new world once they realize just how small their world has really been,” Marco remarked. “Victory is ours, and to the winner the spoils.”

[tha-pumpkinqueen]

I finished my Titan!Marco. I adore him. ❤️

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CHAPTER 3 "Jean’s scream caught in his throat, his good arm pushing frantically against Marco’s hand. 'No, no, stop!'"

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Titan!Marco au

here's the whole part of the previous snippet :]

TW: fear of being eaten mention (because, ya know, titans)

Jean ran across the clearing. That was the worst place to be separated from the group, not knowing where your horse is and having the 3DMG gear left kaput, since any deviant titan could appear and end up being their meal.

To make matters worse, his right arm was broken and his left shoulder was dislocated, making him an easy prey for the Titans. He continued running, his legs beginning to get tired, which caused him to trip and fall to the ground after a few minutes. 

He stood up slightly, sitting on his knees. "F-Fuck..." he said with a choking voice by fatigue. "There's nothing but clearing around me… Not a single group, not a single soldier… I'm completely screwed if any titans show up…" He reluctantly stood up on his feet, starting to run again.

A few minutes passed before Jean could glimpse a forest in the distance. He was relieved for a few moments, since at least there he could find a place to hide from possible titans. Although apparently, luck was not on his side.

The ground began to shake, causing Jean to look to his right, his eyes widening in terror. He couldn't have been so unlucky as to be 50 meters away from reaching the forest, when a 15 meter deviant titan ran towards him, reaching him in a few seconds.

Jean let out an overwhelmed and fearful scream as the titan almost grabbed him, narrowly avoiding his hand, falling to the ground. "F-Fuck…!" He cursed, seeing that he was not able to dodge the titan's gigantic hand again, being grabbed tightly.

Jean let out a cry of pain at the titan's strong grip, which pressed his injured arm and shoulder painfully against his sides. He kicked as hard as he could, trying in vain to get out of the titan's grip, while it brought him closer to its mouth, about to eat him. He didn't want to die this way!

Suddenly, the grip on Jean disappeared, causing him to smash against the ground, when another titan appeared out of nowhere, hitting the one that was about to eat the human. The titan that had just appeared fought with the other for a few moments before biting and tearing off its nape.

Jean looked scared, but at the same time confused. Why had the titan saved him from the other? Did it want to eat him? A titan shifter perhaps? Although it didn't seem like it, but, then how would it know the weak point of the titans…?

Jean backed away slightly as the titan looked at him, approaching him. Jean closed his eyes for a moment in fear before opening them in surprise when he heard it talk. "J-Jeeaann…" the titan struggled to pronounce, which left the human in shock.

Now that he got a better glimpse of it, he could recognize the short black hair, soft brown eyes, and freckles that dotted the titan's face. Jean swallowed. He could feel his breathing stopping. "M-Marco…?"

His best friend who he thought he had lost during the Battle of Trost.

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I drew something for aot :]

Jean finding out titan Marco

(probably going to draw more with them, mostly because I'm in class right now :'])

Titan!Marco au :]

[writingincense]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

CHAPTER 2

“He was still holding one of his blades, the hilt and his palm covered in sweat from the tight grip he'd kept on it. A grim smile crossed his face; while he couldn’t kill the Titan, he could at least pay it back in advance. 

Aiming upward, towards the heel of the monster’s hand, he thrust as hard as he could with his good arm.”

[firegrilled]

The Reunion - Art by mjolklizard Story by firegrilled

Summary:  Jean discovers that Marco lived Trost and has been in hiding ever since due to being a Titan shifter. Is Marco in league with the other shifters? Why did he run away from everyone? And more importantly, what will Jean do with those feelings he thought burned away in pyre back in Trost?

mjolklizard gave me such an amazing JMGE that I had to write a small story for it. Please enjoy and check out their amazing art blog!

Part I

Jean Kirschtein was fucked, and not in the way he occasionally fantasized about in his trainee days. He pressed his torso close to his galloping horse, hoping for anything that’d increase his odds of living. Glancing back to take count of his pursuers, Jean felt goosebumps form on his skin.

One. Two. Four… no six.

Six titans trailed him out in the open fields between Wall Rose and Wall Maria. Was he an idiot for breaking off from the group to try and draw away the titans? Definitely. At least his sacrifice would allow his squad to return with the vital scouting information from Shinganshina.

He turned his eyes ahead. Beyond the hills and the setting sun, one of the many ancient forests that dotted the walls rose skyward. If he could just make it that far, even with the meager gas he had left, he could pull himself into the treetops and wait until night. Desperation spurred him and his horse forward.

“Hyah!” Jean whipped the reigns.

While chaotic, Jean’s ears picked up the rhythm of the stampeding titans. The pattern remained the same from when he left the Survey Corps troops until now. A new and wild set of tremors drew Jean’s eyes back, his gut sinking at the new sight. A seventh titan joined the chase, running at Jean on all fours.

“Of course it’s a damn aberrant,” Jean muttered to himself, pinning his hopes on at least making it to the tree line. He just needed to reach the other side of the hills.

Unlike the other titans that Jean’s stead outpaced, an aberrant on all fours was a different story. It closed the distance between Jean and itself much faster.

Jean’s knuckles whitened around the leather reigns. Passing between the hills revealed the edge of the forest.

“Faster, Jaeger! Come on!” Jean shouted, just as a shadow passed overhead.

His horse came to an abrupt stop, almost flinging Jean to the grassy field if not for his vice-like grip on the reigns. Blocking the path to the woods, the aberrant roared at Jean. Further behind him Jean could hear the other titans approaching. If he didn’t move right now he’d be pinned and almost assuredly become titan fodder. Gabbing his last set of blades, more than likely dull from his previous encounter, Jean readied himself for a losing battle.

A loud explosion from the forest caused bark and branches to shoot out from behind the aberrant, startling Jean. The titan paid little attention to the steam hissing behind it, even as another larger titan emerged from the trees.

This new titan towered over even the others chasing Jean, perhaps even taller than Eren’s Attack Titan. It stretched tall enough that patches of skin pulled away from joints, revealing muscle and sinew. Its giant beady eyes stared down at Jean, analyzing him for a moment. Long, greasy hair fell to its freckled cheeks, almost covering the holes around its mouth where teeth peeked out. Despite its large frame, it moved almost gracefully and made little sounds compared to the other titans approaching from Jean’s rear.

The sight of the new titan distracted Jean long enough for the aberrant to lunge forward.

Acting on instinct, Jean shot off to the side. Due to the hasty action he was unable to land properly and rolled into the dirt and grassy. He opened his eyes to see the aberrant already repositioning itself for another lunge. In the creature’s mouth Jean could see his horse struggling. The titan bit down with a loud crunch, sending a chill down Jean’s spine.

“Jaeger, no!” Jean shouted, reaching out for his horse and only means to get back to Wall Rose. To make matters worse, he could see the other titans caught up to him. He was fucked.

Just as the aberrant prepared to lunge at him, a large fist came crashing down the back of the creature’s head. Bits of titan splattered onto Jean. Evaporating steam warmed Jean’s body as he processed what just happened.

The tall titan bellowed loudly; the roar attracting the attention of the other six titans. Rather than try to feast on Jean they charged for the taller titan. This new freckled titan took a fighting stance, ready to counter the smaller titans.

Seeing his opportunity, Jean crawled forward until he could get to his feet. He sprinted to the forest to avoid the brawl as smaller titans bit into the legs of the freckled titan. Steam started to shroud the field as the freckled titan smashed smaller titans and they ripped out chunks of the larger titan.

Just as Jean reached the forest, his legs planted him in place. More titans came charging from the forest. Instinct took over once more and he launched an anchor into a tree, pulling himself out of the path of the new titans.

When it looked like the freckled titan had the advantage over the smaller titans, the new hoard jumped him from the back. It roared out once more as they attempted to dogpile and eat him. Even surrounded by steam Jean observed the fight. While fear clenched his throat, curiosity kept his eyes open.

The freckled titan fought valiantly with a familiar style, yet it seemed foreign due to a titan using it. Another strange fact was how the titan would always immediately throw off any titan on its back. It always protected the nape of it neck. And despite successfully fighting off many of the titans, either the right tendon was removed or enough muscle chewed that it collapsed to the ground. Only one titan remained to feast on the freckled titan’s body. A pained roar escaped the fallen titan as the smaller titan gnawed on its arm.

Whether pity or honor spurred him, Jean found himself flying downwards and towards the remains of the battle. With the last titan distracted by the fresh meal, Jean used it to his advantage. He hooked the back of the titan’s neck and went in for a slash. He could feel his blades drag, but his grip remained strong and he successfully cut its nape.

Standing upon the fresh corpse, Jean stared at the titan that saved his life. He watched as its giant eyes stare at him before life faded from them. Steam rose from the massive titan as a body emerged from its nape. Jean rubbed his eyes, not believing it for a moment. Squinting confirmed the outline of someone shrouded by the mist. Their body wobbled along the back of the titan until it tumbled down on the grass, sinew still attached to parts of it.

Jean’s heart stopped at the sight. On the ground, groaning but alive, lay a comrade Jean burned and buried back in Trost so long ago. As the tears formed in his eyes, he jumped down to the ground and ran over to naked body. Using his blades, he cut off the remaining titan sinew and pulled his old friend onto his lap. Ignoring the steam from the unexpected shifter’s body, Jean pulled him onto his lap.

His mouth sputtered a few times before he said the name he cherished, “M-M-Marco?”