#jearmin fic

[onthearrow]

Chapter 2 of Plans (my Tiny Anthem Jearmin spinoff) is up!

Surprise everyone! I really forgot how much I loved this chapter and this fic. No idea when I'll get back to write and post chapter 3, but I hope you enjoy this in the meantime 🥰

[anticanonhearts]

would like to write a post-finale fic... something along the lines of Armin & Annie's marriage failing, double dates with Jean & Mikasa, Armin lowkey seducing Jean into an affair.

ideas definitely brewing. hmm we'll see

[arminslibraryrp]

"Checkmate" - The Queen's Gambit!Jearmin AU

Inspired by the series "The Queens Gambit", Armin is set to become the next National Chess Champion, but he has to learn how to beat the current National Chess Champion from France, Jean Kirstein first. What starts as a rivalry fairly quickly changes into something romantic.

My RP-partner-in-crime and I hereby want to present to all Jearmin-lovers out there this RP-based fanfic my friend and I created (many kudos to my friend for turning it into an actual fanfic for y'all to enjoy!! <333)!!

We planned for this story to be short and sweet, to see if we had writing chemistry, and sure enough we did! Soon after starting this Role-Play it spiraled into an elaborate story, and we decided to turn it into a fanfic for Jearmin fans to enjoy.

We sincerely hope that we can do this incredible pairing justice, and bring tons of joy to fans of the Jearmin / Seahorse ship. At this time, this story is set to be a LONG one, and we have around 5 chapters currently written.

We hope to not disappoint—much love!

A/N: Chapter Titles will be formatted by Act Number and Scene Number. Acts and Scenes will NOT be released in chronological order but will be labeled appropriately to piece together in chronological order.

For all of you here for the Porn with Plot / Feelings, there will be lots of smut in chapter 2.

[jeanxarminweek]

Hey, jearmin nation!

You asked for it, and you got it: our jearmin fic rec list is finally here!

Small disclosure: this list is by no means exhaustive and contains a small handful of fics in both canon and alternate universes. Only complete works have been included, and we've done our best to include a diverse selection of writers. If we're missing any of your absolute favorites, feel free to suggest them so they can be added!

Lastly, be sure to mind the ratings and the tags.

CANONVERSE

This section will include works that take place in the canon AOT universe. This does include a mix of post canon, canon divergent and canon compliant fics of various ratings and lengths.

love, hate, and the language of violence by pylons

T, oneshot, 21.2k

There is Safety in His Arms by Insomnia_with_dreams

E, oneshot, 2.2k

to see another tomorrow by orphanedaccount

M, oneshot, 6.3k

Obelisk by corbaccio

E, oneshot, 6.3k

Paint Tomorrow Blue by batwake

M, oneshot, 41.9k

Survival by suchakidder

M, oneshot, 4.4k

In For a Penny by fizzydreamer

E, oneshot, 4.2k

For as Long as We Have Left by xajie

E, oneshot 7.5k

Water Will Hold You by onewhodiedyoung

T, oneshot, 1.6k

the knot by orphanedaccount

Not Rated, oneshot, 1.7k

give me your strength (our life is so short) by itspointydumbass

M, oneshot, 1.2k

Torrential by malfxy

E, oneshot, 4.4k

Nightmares by MissErikaCourt

M, oneshot, 5.3k

I'll Be Seeing You by bitchbot3000

M, oneshot, 5k

Nimbostratus by imriel_montreve

E, oneshot, 2k

Stay by jearminbrainrot

E, 2/2, 16k

Worthy of You by bees_n_sunshine

E, 8/8, 34k

The Night Will Keep Our Secret by UntamedValleyOfThePatriarch

T, 4/4, 3.8k

Before / After by LoneSweetPea

M, 17/17, 36.1k

In Moments Between Battles (we find peace) by AceofAliens

Not Rated, 16/16, 27.5k

AU

This section will include works from various alternate universes.

Wicked Inheritance by wordsforjearmin

M, royalty AU, oneshot, 9k

In the Tent by xajie

E, cowboy AU, oneshot, 2k

homeward bound by yeokseobam

G, farmer AU, oneshot, 7k

Growing Pains by little_miss_jearmin

G, modern AU, oneshot, 3k

Duty’s Price by malfxy

E, royalty AU, oneshot, 4k

please take what i can give by likeanoldcardigan

Not Rated, university AU, oneshot, 1k

in shades of red and gold by aster_rain

T, modern AU, oneshot, 11k

Meet Me at Midnight by levicoffee

T, university/serial killers AU, 8/8, 30k

Cowboy Like Me by justalevisimp/levicoffee

M, cowboy AU, 6/6, 52k

No Strings Attached by cinnamonghost

E, modern AU, 26/26, 93k

Copy-Room Romance by fandomette

E, university AU, 19/19, 129k

Different From the Rest by arminloverfae

E, modern AU, 33/33, 126k

Peaches by vidnyia

T, cowboy AU, 10/10, 32k

Rockin’ Your Heart by simpingsuzuki

M, modern AU, 28/28, 229k

Wind in the Sails by vidnyia

T, 1800s/sailor AU, 16/16, 60k

Blood Like Ice by luna_trancy/porgatino

M, detective/criminal AU, 28/28, 87k

Orange Sorbet & Summer Sea Breeze by bees_n_sunshine

E, modern AU, 25/25, 116k

seven years by harrystyleshotpocket

G, university AU, 4/4, 5k

A King and His Knight, Whose Hearts Become One by simpingsuzuki

G, royalty AU, 3/3, 20k

bite the hand that feeds me by likeanoldcardigan

Not rated, modern AU, 11/11, 16k

[lightningblade]

give it to the sea

for @armin-week-2024 / prompts: exploring the outside world & anxiety/panic attacks pairing: armin/jean | rated: T | word count: 1,820

Three years after gaining the Colossal Titan, Armin requests a second trip to the sea.

[porgatino]

Official new Jearmin fic alert 🚨 I’ll be posting my horror slasher fic starting next Friday on Ao3🖤 It’s a dark fic of masked k🔪llers and unhealthy obsessions. Preview of chapter 1 below the cut!🔪🖤🩸

[glamsmine]

-Armin-(wip/unnamed)

Summary:

It was one of those more complicated questions he always had at the back of his mind whenever he was faced with death, whether it be the close calls he had or witnessing his comrades get annihilated by the titans in his cadet days. Even after the paths were revealed, he still had the grim and peculiar question hanging over his head. Did the afterlife exist? Any form of it, didn’t matter what kind. Was reincarnation just one of those things that humanity clung to out of their own fear of death? Or was there some credibility to those accounts and stories, fables really…..Armin thought he knew most of what there was to the outside world after he was faced with the dark reality of having to intentionally murder innocents by the harbor. The paths were eradicated and his dreams crushed in the midst of his fight against the new world’s king, or should he just refer to him as Eren? Did it really matter? He didn’t give a shit anymore, because he’s dead. Turns out dying wasn’t all that it cracked out to be.

Hell? He expected that much. Heaven? Not for him, too much blood on his hands for any kind of god to allow. Rebirth? He wanted to laugh at the mere thought of it. But reincarnation? Time traveling? A turn of the universe’s clock? That was the best he could describe it. At least for now. With how crazy and unbelievable things became in his final year, he could give reviving? reincarnating? being thrown back in time? a pass. What did not make sense, was how he ended up in a completely different body from his own. Now, that. THAT….was where things got complicated.

Summary for the Armin fic I’m working on…🗿if y’all have any name/title suggestions then pls comment bc i honestly can’t come up with anything😭

This will be an Armin centric fic too lmao(i love him rawr) I actually was going to add more but I didn’t want to make this a whole page and felt like this would be enough without giving away too much of the plot. Fic name suggestions are greatly appreciated and feel free to drop some constructive criticism for any grammar or anything I messed up🗿 I just wanted to post the summary somewhere because I can’t create the fic on ao3 until I have the first chapter completed(almost there💪🏽)lmao.

Btw it will have slight Eremin and main Jearmin. Silly scenarios will ensue💖

[heichou-espurr]

1989 (Jean’s Version)

Chapter 1: Welcome

Like any true love,

It drives you crazy

—The body was identified as Porco Galliard, a senior at Marley High School. Initial reports say the cause of death was blood loss from multiple stab wounds to the chest area. No suspects have been arrested at this time but investigators are looking into—

Jean officially said goodbye to his last summer break ever as he walked up the steps of Trost High with his backpack slung over a shoulder. The keys to his '87 Mustang jingled with each step and he still smelled a bit like smoke from the cigarette he'd put out in the parking lot.

Familiar faces swarmed as he entered the cold hallway and it honestly beat the heat. Everyone buzzed with excitement and nerves; new meat Freshmen unsure of where to go and Seniors already counting down the remaining days until graduation when their first period class hadn't even started.

"Oh shit, if it isn't my favorite second-best thrower?"

Jean rolled his eyes as Eren Jaeger approached with open arms, like they hadn't just all been hanging out at the movies over the weekend. Bertholdt worked the concession stands and prying free popcorn and soda after 7 o'clock came easy.

"Whatever Jaeger," Jean said, rolling his eyes and giving in to a fist bump. He was more surprised to see Eren in on time and not behind the building smoking--

"Fucking finally, Floch!"

Their morning greeting was cut short as Floch Forster walked up. Not on the team but he hung around enough to play equipment manager and occasional weed dealer. And as Jean watched Eren fork over a handful of crumpled bills and Floch slip over a baggy, Jean knew which role he played today.

“Did you hear about Porco?” Eren said and Jean slapped his arm.

“Dude, don’t be so fucking loud about it!” Jean spat. “It’s not exactly the best thing to talk about on the first day.”

“Look, I’m doing my due diligence to make sure you losers don’t bring it up around Reiner.” Eren shook his head. “Poor guy. Do you think, you know, he did it?”

“Bertholdt?” Floch whispered. Eren snorted through his nose and Jean shook his head.

“Is a little respect for the recently deceased too much to ask for? Even if Porco was a total asshole.”

“Whoa! Sorry, Mr. Funeral Director, didn’t know you had that big of a conscience.” Eren waved his hands to further sell his sarcasm but Jean still frowned. “Sounds like you’re still mad Porco fucked Reiner first.”

Jean may have been a bit scorned by Porco’s quick work but he held his tongue.

The news barely broke and it stirred whispering rumors throughout the school halls. Everyone wanted to know the bloody details more than the truth; a student’s body found gutted with stab wounds all over, face down in a football field and no cameras, the last person to see him alive was his alleged secret boyfriend from a rival school. Jean hadn’t had a chance to even ask Reiner about it because he was busy being interrogated by the cops, mourning and attending therapy.

"Anyway, see ya, geeks," Eren said, waving them off and heading toward the exit.

Floch looked on with his puppy dog eyes as a teacher stopped Eren in his tracks. Behind him, everyone’s laughter boomed because he had been caught, chastised, detentioned and all before the first bell.

It was all expected, all typical. The same way it had been last year. Jean sort of thought things would change this year. Nothing major or dramatic just not be quite so predictable. Cookie cutter. It was a scripted high school experience and he wanted a new beat to dance to for his senior year.

He’d changed and somewhere hoped the rest of the year would follow.

He slapped Floch on the shoulder, pretending to transfer a bit of confidence so he didn’t have to watch Floch suffer, and walked ahead to his class. At least they'd get their letterman patches they'd ordered--

He knocked shoulders as he turned the corner and books hit the floor faster than he could react. A planner, journal, binder, ocean blue pencil bag. The boy muttered sorry and adjusted his glasses before dropping to his knees to pick up his belongings.

Candy-colored plastic beads decorated his wrists in rows.

"Hey, sorry about that," Jean said, bending down and scooping up the planner. He glimpsed a written schedule and tucked it between the pages of the planner while sneaking a peak at the blond hastily stacking his belongings.

He wouldn't have guessed the guy was a senior but the schedule confirmed it.

"It's fine," he shrugged.

Jean held out the planner and offered a smile. "We have the same math class. Sorry, didn't mean to look, I just--"

"It's fine." Firmer this time. A flush of color blossomed over his face, his perky nose, under ocean blue eyes.

Wow.

Wow.

The first warning bell broke the trance. Jean glanced away at the scattering crowd, as students begrudgingly went to their first period classes. Some were lost on accident, some on purpose, teachers came out of rooms to stand like foreboding guardians to their classes. Jean looked back, just in time to see the blond turning away. Head down, shoulders slumped, the best way to stay hidden in the sea of faces.

And Jean never even caught his name—

“Was that Armin Arlert?”

Jean looked at Eren as he suddenly appeared at his side. He held a pink detention slip in his hand, the ink still wet.

“Who?”

Eren snorted. “The mousy blond. Armin? Wait, you weren’t even here for that.”

Jean’s mom moved to Shinganshina from Trost the summer before Junior year. He remembered it so well because he hated it. Hated the school. Hated Porco for snatching up Reiner.

He remembered the news and pushed away the thought.

“What happened?”

Eren checked his watch. “Just drama. Hey, you have history with Mr. Smith right? Can you take notes for me? I’m meeting up with that Hizuru babe from the private school.”

Jean rolled his eyes. Mikasa was a babe but it was the first day of class. Eren’s inability to maintain any patience flew over Jean’s head.

“Sure thing.”

Eren fist bumped his shoulder and tossed the pink slip in the trash’s direction — missed�� and headed toward the exit. Jean didn’t watch to see if he made it or was intercepted again, but looked back in the direction the blond, Armin, scurried off to.

He started toward his own first period class but he couldn’t quite shake Eren’s words. He wondered, as he exchanged courtesy good morning’s with Mr. Smith, just what had happened Sophomore year.

~~

Jean walked into his Calculus class early. It was one of the few classes he didn’t share with Eren, Floch or anyone else on the football team. And after a messy Home Ec. Class with flying eggs and too much flour, he looked forward to something quiet and a little far from his usual rowdy group.

He stood a second in the doorway, examining the available spots. Not that it was the most popular class so the seats were plenty available. He just told himself he looked for seats because he really scanned for—

“Excuse me.”

Jean looked around as the weird goth girl stood behind him with her heavy-eyelinered glared. He knew better than to test Annie anymore than necessary so he slid aside so she could slip into the room. Great. Annie, but still no Armin. Jean walked to a desk near the back of the room and opened his notebook. Annie got the nice spot in the back by the window and he wasn’t going to fight her for it.

“Good morning, my future mathletes!” Dr. Hange chimed, walking in with a wave. Jean never understood why someone with a real doctorate would actively teach high school calculus but he appreciated Dr. Hange’s presence in the school. “I can’t wait for this year. I have so much in-store—”

Hange paused as a figure appeared in the doorway, too quiet and inconspicuous but Jean saw him like a blinding light.

“Ahh, lost?”

Armin nodded. “Sorry. I think this is Cal?” He held up his schedule, the one Jean had seen earlier, and Hange skipped over to take a look. After a glance, Hange smiled.

“Ah, yes! Welcome in, take a seat!” And they gestured to the infinite rows of desks.

It wasn’t a joke that its popularity was nonexistent.

But Armin smiled and quickly ducked his head as he headed to an empty spot. Jean looked at him, caught his eyes, and even waved. For a brief moment, Armin really looked at him and he foolishly thought Armin would come sit by him.

Again, foolish.

Armin’s face twisted at the site of him and he slipped into an empty desk halfway down the row over. Jean deflated as Armin pulled out his notebook and his textbook.

So it was a challenge. Or maybe just futile. But Armin’s dismissive response to him piqued Jean’s curiosity. Hange turned away to the board and Jean scooped up his belongings, to shift two desks up and sit next to Armin.

Blue eyes glanced over and Jean heard a groan. Against the window there was a pop of bubblegum from Annie.

“Hey,” Jean said, waving.

Armin gave a thin-lipped smile, that really wasn’t a smile at all, and a curt wave back.

“I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier. I’m Jean.” Armin didn’t reply, but he did start to scribble in his notebook. “Um, Armin, right? I’ve never seen you before. And I know all the seniors here so—”

The bell rang again, the sign for the new period to start. They could hear the last bit of scurrying to class as Hange closed the door to officially start.

“How did you know my name?”

Jean looked at Armin, while Armin’s eyes were trained on the board. He whispered soft, so no one but Jean could hear. Jean picked up his pencil and placed it to his own notebook like he prepared to take notes.

“Eren said you used to go here. I’ve only been here since junior—”

Jean glanced at Armin and he’d gone rigid. Stiff all over and his pencil gripped tight between his fingers. Jean swallowed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Is that all Eren said?”

Jean’s throat dried. He didn’t mean to touch a nerve.

“Yeah.”

Armin didn’t reply. He didn’t nod to acknowledge. He kept his eyes on the board and his hand working the pencil as Hange taught. Like some sort of robot, or if his body was possessed by something.

He kept quiet, until the bell rang again. It heralded a sigh and stretches from the rest of his class, while Hange panicked over losing track of time. They hastily scribbled the homework assignment on the board in certified chicken scratch.

Jean didn’t know what to say to Armin, if anything. An apology felt out of place. An attempt to carry on a light-hearted conversation felt forced. He packed away his books as Armin stood up.

“If Eren says anything, just know…I’m not that same person anymore.”

Jean stopped and looked up at Armin. He still had that distant look in his eye, unable to really look at anything but the things ahead; the board, the wall, the door. Jean didn’t even know what else Eren would have to say about Armin, if anything, but he had his brewing assumptions.

He turned to say more but Armin scooped up his belongings and made for the door, to disappear in the hallways before Jean had a chance.

Across the room, his eyes fell on Annie. She watched it all with quiet judgment.

[misserikacourt]

Jearmin Week Day 1 - Nobility

Here’s my entry for day one of Jearmin week! I hope everyone enjoys reading! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48964351

@twoboys-onesoul

[ramblings-into-the-void]

I’ve not slept and even tho it’s already 8:30am, I will not tough it out and I will in fact go to sleep after spending the night writing a story that I will end up being turned into a lesbian scarian fic, transferring my favorite fics to my kindle (kiribaku and scarian mainly) and then deciding to also put a couple new fics for me to read (all of them being jean/armin), and then reading one of the jearmin fics (which has kept me entertained and then when the sun came up and my ma asked for my help with our dogs, I decided that I should eat after forgetting to eat dinner (this has become my dinner), and now I haven’t even been awake 24 hours, not even 20 yet, but I am sleepy and rambling now and I’ve lost the point of this but also maybe scarian fic will be posted in Like a month if I keep my motivation up (it’s going to be widely out of character but I don’t care because it’s silly to me and I don’t hate what I’m writing for the first time in a while and thinking of it as scarian made me laugh so) okay now I sleep we’ll see if I even tag this I’m

[onthearrow]

Hii, I finished Tiny Anthem a few weeks ago and it felt life changing. It was really beautiful, I’ve never felt so emotional and attached to a fanfic before!! I had so many different emotions the entire time, and every single character was spot on. Your Armin in particular changed my life for the best lol

You’re incredibly talented and I’m blessed I got to read your work!

Anyway, I was just wondering whether Plans is still something you’ll be working on in the future?

Thank you and I hope you’re having a wonderful day ☺️

Hi anon! Valid question--the answer is yes, I do intend to continue Plans at some point. The lack of progress is on account of me burning out on finishing Tiny Anthem--it really took forever! But I'm still in the SNK fandom and, like you, really love the Armin I created in TA. I miss him very much and will definitely revisit him (and Jean!) eventually 🥰. Thanks so much for your patience!

[shingekinokirstein]

happy first day of jearmin week! I already shared this over on my twitter, but I wanted to share it here as well for anyone that might not be over there! @twoboys-onesoul

day one: stargazing

hope you all enjoy!

[batwake]

One Night Only

returning to my roots and posting some jearmin <3

tags: modern au, rock band au, angst, smut, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced substance abuse, mental health issues, musician jean kirstein, writer armin arlert, social media

Summary: The night before the concert of their dreams, Jean Kirstein’s band is falling apart. The buildup to the performance finds Jean reflecting upon on his past, but a grad student at the local library proves to be a good distraction— and perhaps more.

Over the course of one night, Jean and Armin reconnect with themselves and their passions, while grappling with a strange magnetism toward each other. Will their love for art be enough to save the Devils of Paradise? And what will become of them, when the night ends?

you can read it on ao3

[granjearmimi]

voy a hacer un au de snk en gh, a continuación, algunas aclaraciones

-es parodia, lo más probable es que no haya escenas serias y mucho ooc en los personajes

-va a haber parejas con un desarrollo bastante choto jaja

-muchas puteadas, groserías y capaz cosas problemáticas jajaja voy a tratar de poner advertencias

-humor negro. muy negro

-todo en argentino jaja

-van a haber votaciones reales, no sé cuánto van a duran, pero como ustedes van a votar, la historia la voy a planear en la marcha jaja

-no sé qué más

síganme para no perderse nada!!!

siguiente

[hammademedoit]

New Jearmin fic rec!!! First chapter out now! It’s a farmer/cowboy au i spired by the Taylor swift song

[porgatino]

I’ve locked all my fics because of that ai reader app. I’m really sorry to any guest readers 🥲 it absolutely sucks