Fanfics

Jean and Reiner can count their blessings because they get to wreck Marco thoroughly. Reiner hears Jean and Marco making out and suggest Marco a way with him. M/M/M

Jean Kirschtein is a young gentleman who easily gets bored at parties - even when he's the host himself. His once so loving heart lost its spark, but when the promising author Marco Bodt appears in his life, who knows what the beautiful writer might ignite?

Only the tight hold of leather kept him from falling apart at the seams. Strips circled his body strategically, sturdy buckles holding him in place and making it so he was totally unable to move, save for his neck.

Marco and Jean are what you would call "friends with benefits", well except for the fact that they completely hate each other out of the bedroom. Jean uses Marco just about whenever he's hot and bothered, that's what they had agreed on anyways.

Mina sets Marco up to be in the same place as Jean, in her pool with only the two of them.
Both boys bond over the most simmalar things... And themselves.

"Marco!" I laugh, calling for that pesky boy to give me a hint in our game of tag.
"Polo!" Marco answers, stifling his giggle and closing his eyes. He's standing on one side of the tree and I'm standing on the other. He gasps when a pair of strong arms wrap around him.

Marco is a shy, quiet, boy who never steps into the sunlight in order to hide his secret and protect his sister ,Ymir. Jean is captain of the football team, popular, and a trouble make from time to time.

Wisteria is about a police officer that finds an excuse to buy flowers every day just to see the shop owner blush. It's also the story of love, and whether it can survive the tests of timing, fear, and duty to others.

An Archangel is sent down to Earth under the alias Marco Bodt. His mission is to find a man named Jean Kirstein. The Archangel has a plan to find him, but things don't always go according to plan.

He’s your best friend. He may not tell you everything, but he is your best friend. Your best friend whom you might like just a little bit too much, and whom you’ve just caught with another boy.