Anime Oneshots

We Built This House on Memories

Anime: Attack On Titan
Re-Incarnation Fic
Parring: JeanMarco, Mentioned Springles (Sasha x Connie)

He remembered everything. Enlisting in the military, the battle for Trost, joining the Survey Corps, the Female Titan, Marco, everything.

The memory of Marco Bott haunted Jean Kirstein for years. The memory of his smile, laugh, positivity, leadership, love, finding him dead, stuck with him any normal day and every sleepless night.

There were others who remembered and ended back up in the city of Sina. He ran in to Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, and Armin Arlert, at a book shop. "Can't believe I'm about to say this but, good to see you again horseface," was the first thing Eren said to him after recognizing him.

He would see Commander Erwin, Captian Levi and, Squad Leader Hanji occasionally through the windows of coffee shops or in the park on a walk. Now they were Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, and Hanji Zoë, no higher status to go with their names. Erwin would wave and so would Hanji, Erwin had also regained his right arm.

He would see other members of the 104 trainee core who would wave and smile, or strike up a conversation with him or apologize for what happened in their old lives. He could never seem to find the one person haunting his every moment.

The way he finally ran into Marco was, what he would call, the most cliché thing ever. He was ordering at a coffee shop, run by Sasha Brauss and her boy friend, Connie Springer, of who he remembered from the 104. He turned around a little too quickly and spilled his coffee on the shirt of an all too familiar stranger.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Jean said, hurriedly grabbing napkins so the stranger could try to dry his spilt coffee. "Arg, it's alright," the stranger said in an all familiar voice. Jean looked up in shock to see, Marco's freckled face starring back at him. "Marco," Jean said without thinking. "Alright, it's very creepy that you know my name, was this all on purpose?" Marco asked. Jean starred at those amber brown eyes that watched him every where he went. "No, no, ah, I'm sorry, I, just, feel like I've seen you before," Jean said in between frustrated stops. He thrust the napkins at Marco and tried to regain his focus.

He didn't remember. Of course he didn't. Why in Gods name was he the one who didn't remember, why not be Jaeger or some random military personnel. Why Marco Bott of all people to not remember.

"Let me by your coffee to make up for it," Jean suggested. "No, it's really not a big deal," Marco politely argued. "It is to me, just please, tell me your order," Jean pleaded. Jean then ordered Marco's order of a tall frappe-chino with whipped cream and caramel drizzle and his own order of a medium espresso with two pumps of milk. "Would you mind if we sat and chatted?" Jean, stupidly asked. "I wouldn't mind, I'm not in any rush," Marco replied.

The pair took a window seat, outside of which there was an autumn breeze blowing about red and golden tinged leaves. "Beautiful weather we're having," Jean trying to get the ball of conversation rolling. "Wow, that's a great way to start things off but, I agree, autumn is my favorite time of the year," Marco responded. "What do you do for a living?" Marco asked. "I work in a bakery most week days," Jean responded. "Cool, I'll have to drop by sometime, I'm an artist and sell my item on Etsy," Marco said, answering his end of the question. "That's really neat, any hobbies?" Jean asked. "I enjoy arranging flower bouquets," Marco answered. "I've never tried, I ride horses on the weekends," Jean responded. "My friend think it's really hilarious because he constantly goes on about me having a horse face, which coincidently became my nick name," Jean finished. "Sounds like a great guy. How old are you," Marco asked. "Twenty," Jean responded. "Same here," Marco said.

Their conversation went on until their coffee was finished. Jean gave Marco the name and the address of the bakery and he made it routine to stop in every Wednesday.

Time progressed and their new friendship grew. Winter fell over Sina in the following weeks and everyone was bustling to by gifts for the holidays.

"What do you want for Christmas, Marco?" Jean asked him one day, sitting on his couch watching "Elf". "I haven't thought about it, what about you?" Marco asked. "I want you to remember," Jean thought. "I'm not sure, maybe a new blanket for my horse," Jean suggested. "Sounds nice," Marco said whilst petting his white and brown patched cat, affectionally named, Marshmallow.

"Hey Marco?" Jean piped up. "What's up?" Marco asked. "Would you wanna spend Christmas with me?" Jean asked. "That'd be great! My family lives in Trost," Marco said mentioning a town, two towns away from Sina. "That's a long way, mine live in Rose," Jean said. "Do you visit often?" Marco asked. "No, me and my mother don't have the best relationship and my fathers been out of my life for as long as I can remember," Jean answered, the tone of the room growing dark. "I'm sorry," Marco said, scooting closer to Jean and eloping him in a hug. "It's alright, there's nothing you can do about it," Jean responded, leaning into Marco's touch.

Weeks turned to Christmas Day, where Marco had spent the night at Jean's apartment. "Merry Christmas," Jean said as Marco opened his eyes. Jean refused to let him sleep on the sofa for Jean's comfort. "Merry Christmas," Marco said back, his voice groggy.

The two got out of bed and lazed around in they're pajamas before making Christmas breakfast. Jean was busy making eggs when Marco showed up beside him. "Hey Jean, look," he said pointing to the over hang of the oven. There was mistletoe hanging from it, Jean didn't recall seeing it last night, or putting it up whilst he put up his Christmas decorations almost a month ago. "Wonder where that came from?" Jean asked. "I don't know but, you know what they say about mistletoe," Marco responded before taking Jean by his shirt and pulling him into a gentle kiss. It lasted a few seconds before they parted.

"Jean," Marco started. "What is it?" Jean asked. "I remember," he finished. Jean leaped on him and attacked him with another kiss. "Marco," he said his eyes close to tears. "Jean," Marco said, stray tears rolling down his cheeks. They stood there for a bit with their heads pressed together, smiling at each other. "Do you smell something burning?" Marco asked. "S-th!" Jean shouted.

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It wouldn't be my writing unless it ended in the cheesiest way possible. I actually really enjoyed writing this, I like it a lot. I hope y'all do too. This is also my first SNK/JeanMarco fic ever sooo.... I don't really know.

XX, Tori (Salutes)