Spoilers if you have not gotten to the end of the battle of Trost. Maybe more spoilers in future chapters.

Okay I read a little 2 short story about titan!marco and titan!jean interacting and thought it was so very cute that I wanted to write something more story wise like it. So this is based on the theory that people become titans after they are eaten by a titan.
I am making this diverge from the manga early on. The female titan thing never happened. So this starts off 4 years after the point that that should of happened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Giant Hands~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jean's vision was going fuzzy as the large hand crushing him lifted him higher and higher. He could no longer move because of all the broken bones and pain wrecking his body. Golden eyes looked down and could just barely make out the shapes of the newest group of recruits still going like he had managed to order them to before his ribs punctured his lungs, filling them with blood.

They are going to get away and live on my orders because of a comrade's death… though this time it is mine.

Jean! Thank You! We managed to get away thanks to you. It's all thanks to you. I said that leadership suited you, didn't I?

Those words spoken so long ago now rang in his mind as the Titan held him above its head, opening it jaws wide.

Ha… Marco… I guess it is finally my time. See you soon buddy. Though maybe not soon enough. This titan doesn't seem like it is going to bite me. Damn.

At that thought the fifteen meter class dropped him into its awaiting mouth. Jean was right; it didn't bite down, but swallowed him still alive. The liquid inside its belly was so hot, burning at his flesh. It was kind of weird how it was not completely dark in there. The titan's stomach acid had a glow to it. None of that matter to Jean anymore though. He coughed harshly and blood spilled from him mouth.

Jean thought about all his old friends from the 104th trainee corps and the comrades he has made and lost over the past four years in the scouts. A slight smirk on his face as he remembered all forty three titans he killed on his own and sixty one he helped take down in a group. Ha one hundred and four titans removed from the world because of his blades. That was damn good he would say so himself. And hey, those new recruits he protected might even do better than him if they can manage to keep living long enough to get good.

As his eyes started to close for the last time, one more image entered his mind. Marco's face, not the one from the end of the battle in Trost. No, it was the smiling freckle face he woke up next every morning for three years telling him to hurry up or they would not have enough time to eat breakfast.

"Mar…" Jean hacked up more blood. "…Marco." He reached up for that freckled face and let out his last breath, sinking into the hot glowing liquid. Everything went completely dark. Jean could no longer feel the heat around him.

So this is what passing over feels like. Not bad actually now. Huh? My hand… did an angel just take it?

A cool summer's breeze blew across his bare skin. The sound of birds singing could be heard nearby. The soft grass felt nice upon his back. Jean slowly opened his eyes looking up at the forest canopy with sun light shining threw in some spots.

His hand was still stretched up high from when he was reaching for Marco's memory… though now there was another hand holding it. Jean's eye widened when he noticed so much flesh mission from the others arm. He quickly looked at this beings face, a titan. A titan was holding his hand! Wait, that cannot be right. The hand holding his is about the same size as his own.

What the hell is going on?

The thing he thought was a titan pulled on his arm gently, as if telling him to get up already. Jean rolled his eyes and let it help him stand. His lags wobbled as he looked down at the ground that was now so very far away. Once steady, the other tugged his hand again. Jean let out a huff, not even noticing the steam that came out with it. He let the other lead him through the trees.

The other looked back at him with big light brown eyes and a smile. It was a sweet smile even though Jean could see its teeth threw the tares in its freckle covered cheeks. There was skin missing from under its eyes and along its neck, exposing the muscles. Along each shoulder were three lines gone as well. A couple of line along his ribs showed what should be covered by skin, and lastly most of the skin on his upper legs was gone.

Jean stared at the short black hair on the back of the others head until they finally came to a stop. It had brought him to a pond that looked deep enough that if he went in it would reach his chin. The freckled being that seemed like a titan, but couldn't be, pointed at their reflections. With a steamy huff he looked at the others reflection for a moment then looked at his own. Instantly Jean stumbled backwards, his back now against a tree. His own face looked kind of like the others, with skin missing on his cheeks, under his eyes, and along his neck. He gazed at the other with a scared look, and then slowly moved down its arm and to his own that was still holding its hand. He had skin missing on the back of his hands, but where there was skin it was extra thick, looking kind of like gloves.

What… What The Hell Am I!?I… I look like a titan to, but different. This is so messed up.

Jean was shacking, not understanding what was going on. The other moved, now right in front of him, placing its free hand on Jean's face. It was smiling warmly again. Realization finally sank in. He could no longer deny what he feared was happening. Those beautiful brown eyes and adorable freckles on olive skin. This was Marco. The thing he though was a titan was his long dead best friend. He looked down at both of their bodies. No clothes, no genitals, tall as could be. They were both titans now. They both became titans after being eaten by a titan.

This is some sort of fucked up hell. No, I can't be a titan. Titans eat humans and I do not feel the need to do that at all. Maybe… maybe we are like Eren. No… Marco would have come back to me if he was a shifter. He wouldn't have been in this forest all alone for four years… waiting for me to arrive?

Jean started to cry as he hugged the other titan close to him. Marco knew that his friend understood now and hugged him back. They held each other close, giant hands still interlocked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~thanks for reading~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hello there, thanks for reading.

Notes: I did not come up with the idea for either titan design. Marco's has a lot of titan fan art and this one I see all the time. Jean's titan form… there are not many out there, but this one I liked was called the boxer titan. I can't remember who created it though, sorry.

Should I continue this into a story? I am going to add chapters of the two titans being fluffy together, but I also have a story idea to that I can do as well.

Note, if this inspires you to write a titan!jean and or titan!marco fic, tell me so I can read your work please and thank you.