Big Brothers [Marco x reader x Big!Brother!Jean]

Leaning against the balustrade in front of the dinning hall, the orange sun illuminated the skin of the male soldiers that were hanging around there.

“Have you heard it yet? Some of our family members are going to visit us soon.”

Turning their heads to Jean who just spoke to them, they cocked an eyebrow at his strange remark. Turning his head away from the sun, he opened his amber-coloured eyes before the next words left his mouth.

“Don’t look at me like this! My sister told me that some of our family members are allowed to visit us during Valentine’s day. You know, because no time for romances and stuff like this. So we can at least spend time with our family.”
“You have a sister?”
“Of course I do! Or do you think I just imagined her?!” He answered Connie in a loud voice. Jean didn’t speak a lot about his family but hearing how some of the cadets tried to deny his beautiful little sister was too much and so he lost his temper once again.


-Valentine’s day-

Sitting on hot coals in the dinning hall, Jean couldn’t wait to see his sister. You haven’t seen each other for a long time, so it wasn’t only him who was nervous. Not even touching his food, Sasha easily scrounged the food from his plate. Placing his bread on Jean’s plate, Marco smiled to him.
“Jean, come down. She will be here soon. Now eat. Or do you want to starve before you get to see her and pass out?”
“No of course not, it’s just-”
“JEAN!!”

The doors swung open and revealed a young girl in the doorway. A year or two younger than your brother, you enthusiastically jumped up and down as you saw the bunch of soldiers in front of you. Scanning the room, your gaze wandered over a lot of cadets until your eyes rested on a cupper-blonde mob of hair on the other side of the room. Showing your white teeth while you were smiling you ran towards your brother, stumbling on your way over your own feet and landing face first on the ground.

“(F/N)!!”

Jumping off the bench, he ran towards your lying form on the ground.
That was something the other soldiers hadn’t seen before, a concerned Jean. Not moving a muscle the whole time, Jean turned you on your back and looked with tears in his eyes at his sleeping sister, your body lying limply in his arms. With closed eyes and a low breathing, a drop of blood rolled down your forehead.

Inwardly laughing you waited for the first tear to drop on your face before you would open your eyes and scare him.
Jumping off the bench, Marco ran beside Jean, putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, there was nothing else he could do. Clenching tightly on your little dress, you felt how the first teardrop dropped on you cheeks and vanished in your hair. Peeking your eyes open you saw your big brother crying, holding you in his hands and a handsome guy next to him. Smiling up at the ebony haired teen you noticed the freckles that adorned his face. Throwing your arms around your brother’s neck you leaned your head on his collar.

“I’m sorry Jean. But I couldn’t scare you for sooooo~ long and now I had to make it up...somehow.”
“Fuck! (f/n), I swear to the Walls, if you are gonna do this again, you don’t have to fear the titans anymore because I’m going to be much more deadly!!” He hissed as he released his grip on your dress and rose from the floor. Pushing Marco out of the way he sat back on the bench and shoved Marco’s bread in his mouth. Glancing up at the young teen who still stood beside you, you opened your mouth to let your voice get past your lips.

“You are Marco, aren’t you. Jean told me a lot about you and who’s a friend of my brother is my friend.” you said while you were hugging him. He already lost himself as he looked in your (e/c) eyes and now you were even hugging him. He was sure that you could hear his heart beating violently against his ribcage as your head lend against his chest. Wrapping his hands around your form, he gently pulled you closer.

“MARCO! Get your hands off my sister!”

Abruptly pulling his arms back to his sides he blushed a dark shade of red as he looked at your form in front of him. Smiling up at him you playfully punched his shoulder while you were walking back to your offended brother.

“Oh C’mon Horsie, it’s not like --”
“HORSIE?! Even your sister calls you horse face!”

Stopping in your tracks you searched for the owner of the voice, only to find a tanned teen with brown hair laughing. Furrowing your brows you clenched your fists as you made your way towards the poor owner of this voice. Something no one expected was that you were a damn good hand-to-hand-combat fighter and no one was going to insult your big brother. Standing behind him, you grabbed the back of his head in a dead like grip and smashed his face down on the wooden table. Rubbing his head back and forth to make sure some scales of wood would stuck in his face, you took a handful of his hair as you pulled him back, his neck reaching a dangerous angle. Glaring at him he opened his eyes, anxiety showing in his emerald green eyes.

“Did you just insult my big brother?”

Shaking his head you pulled him even farther behind, swallowing was impossible anymore.

“Don’t lie to me. Did you insult MY big brother?”

Nodding at you, you smiled as you released your grip from his hair and made your way back to Jean, but not before you pushed his face on the table once again.

Sitting between Marco and Jean he smirked at Eren before he looked at you, the smirk growing even wider as he pulled you close and ruffled your hair.
“That’s my sister.”

Giggling at his remark you pulled his hand away and noticed that your hair looked horrible. Roughly combing with your hands through them you yelped each time you pulled on your hair. Not soon after a soft hand set itself over yours, pulled it away and soon was combing through your hair. Slightly turning your head to the side you smiled as you saw how Marco furrowed his brows in concentration, biting on his bottom lip and carefully unknotting each of the little knots that were to be found in your hair. Blushing at his action, you turned your head back and saw Jean glaring at you, pointing with his fork at Marco before he cocked an eyebrow.
Shaking your head you giggled slightly as you saw how Jean reluctantly placed the fork back on his plate. He couldn’t believe you! But it wasn’t hard to see that you liked Marco, the colour on your cheeks making it obvious.

As a content sigh escaped Marco’s lips you touched the top of your head only to discover that your hair felt much more smooth than it had this morning. Turning around you smiled at him before you placed a quick peck on his reddened cheeks, followed by an angry Jean who threw you over his shoulder and stomped out of the dining hall.
A hand, still smelling after your shampoo, was placed on his cheek that you’d just kissed, and blushed, before he rose from the bench and sprinted after Jean and you.

Punching your brother in the back he threw you on a bed in the boys’ dorm.
Glaring you down, you shrank and pushed yourself to the wall, farther away from him. With furrowed brows he pushed his bangs up, as he closed his eyes and a long sigh escaped his chapped lips. Removing his hand from his forehead, Jean looked at you, the look on his face softening as he saw your frightened form on the bed. Kneeling down so that he was on eye-level with you, you heard his voice again.

“(f/n), I hope you know why I do this. You are too young for this! Marco is older than you and you are still a young teen and I don’t want to lose my little princess so soon.”

Smiling at him you crawled back to him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Jean. And even though you are overprotective, Marco is your best friend, so better him than someone like this brown haired punk that looks like a tree had exploded next to his face.”
“I know but-”
“So I can date him?”
“What? Wait that’s not what I wan-”
“Thanks Jean, I love you but I have to meet my groom.”
“(F/N)! WAIT!”

But you already stormed out the boys’ dorms and were in search for the freckled Jesus. You could make out a silhouette in the distance that you were, even though you had just met him, sure was Marco. Standing in front of the firing range he held a gun tight in his hand, his one eye that was opened was fixed on the mark on the other side of the range. His stance, perfect. Straight back, legs parallel to each other and the tight grip around the riffle. Pulling the trigger a loud noise filled the air before everything turned back to its usual sound-level. Setting the riffle on the ground he smiled as he saw that he hit the mark.

“Wuaah, Marco that’s amazing!”

Astonished, the teen turned his head to the side and as soon as he could make out your blurred figure in the distance running towards him, he furrowed his brows.

“(f/n), why are you here? You shouldn’t see me in a killer-stance like this.”
“Are you kidding me? We need soldiers like you! I hope you protect Jean within Wall Sina.” you said as you were finally standing in front of him, heavily breathing because of the run. Titling over you landed with your back on the ground, panting heavily and with red cheeks, because of your exhaustion, you smiled up at him with half lidded eyes. This was too much for him for one day.
Regaining your breath you pulled on Marco’s sleeve to get him back from his daydream that he got from you.

“Wanna spend the rest of today with me?”

It was a pleasant afternoon for both of you. Giving you a tour around the trainee grounds, you laughed as he described each time you visited a new place how Jean embarrassed himself there. But every wonderful day comes to an end and as you heard the bell that announced the cadets’ dinner you knew it was time to leave, the carriage that should bring you back to the frontier was going to leave soon and so you had to bid your goodbyes.
Standing in front of the carriage you nervously shifted from one leg to the other as you gazed up at his smiling face. You were confident, but not as blunt as Jean was. Awkwardly clearing your throat you started an attempt to speak but your voice died within your throat and didn’t even find its way past your lips.

“You...ehm...I..hehe...”
“It was a wonderful day with you, (f/n). Might if I...I don’t know.” he struggled with his own words as he scratched the back of his neck. “May I kiss you goodbye?”

Avoiding his gaze you shyly nodded and soon you felt a hand cupping your cheek while the other titled your chin upwards and soon afterwards, you were met by a soft pair of lips against your own. Melting in his kiss you located your hands on his shoulder as you pulled him closer to you. Taking this as an invitation, Marco wrapped his other arm around your waist and deepened the kiss he shared with you, titling his head to the side to get better access to your soft lips. As you were about to embrace his neck a cough next to you made you both shrink and look to the side.
There he stood, big brother Jean.
Baking away from Marco you straightened your dress and put a coy smile on your lips.

“Whatever... I hope we can spend more time together next time, (f/n). Greet mom and dad, okay?”
“Sure~. Bye Horsie~”

Pecking your brother’s cheek you smiled at Marco and jumped on the carriage that was waiting for no one else but you.

Turning to his friend, a sheepish smile was seen on Marco’s face.

“Well, you take it pretty coolly for-”
“Did you just kiss my sister?”

Seeing the fire burn behind Jean’s eyes, Marco ran for his dear life, the dirt swirling around his boots as they dug in the ground under his feet, being followed by Jean who wanted nothing more than brake his neck. Even though an angry Jean was following him, Marco smiled up to the moon before he shouted to no one in particular: “Totally worth it!”