#charm545

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!

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 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.