So, my actual SNK OTP is probably Jean and Armin, or Jearmin, as I like to call them. And I'm probably not the only one. I'm not that smart. But the other day, I was sitting around, and I found myself wondering what Jean and Eren would be like if they were in a relationship together, and then I couldn't get it out of my head, so I need to write a small fanfiction for them, or it'll never leave me alone. I even tried to convince myself to make this story Jearmin, but I just couldn't make myself want to do it.

So, my first AOT FF will be a Jearen.

And yes, I'm aware I called it both SNK and AOT.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, of course.

And, in case you somehow made it this far without realizing story contains two boys in love.

Please enjoy this story!

Jean was used to coming home and finding the house more than a little wrecked. Destroyed was the word he should probably use. It looked like a tornado had blown through four days a week. He'd usually find Eren upstairs, burning something in the bathroom sink or tub. What he burned it in depended on the size of the thing he was burning. If it was just some paper, or something small, like a toilet paper roll, he would burn it in the sink. But if it was something larger, like a chair leg, he would burn it in the tub. Jean would come in, and find him staring at the flame he was creating, staring into the burning flames like he saw something there.

Jean was pretty sure he knew what he was seeing.

The same things he saw at night.

So, one day, he came home and found that Eren had definitely had a bad day, and tossed a few things around. He automatically headed to the upstairs bathroom, but to his surprise, Eren was not in there.

"What the hell?" he mumbled, ruffling a had through his hair, and beginning a search around the house. It didn't take him long to find his boyfriend, he was in the third place he looked. Their bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching TV like nothing had happened. Well, that was usually the case, regardless of where Jean found Eren. He would get Eren's attention, and Eren would act like nothing had happened, and he never stopped him, because he wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. He loved Eren, and he wasn't going to leave him. No, he'd help him through it, for as long as he needed too, even if it was forever.

"Have a bad day?" he asked, and Eren looked away from the show he'd been watching, and shrugged.

"I guess. I'm over it."

Jean smirked. "You're over it, huh? Is that why you're watching the fascinating Minnie Pink?" Minnie Pink was a TV show. To be more specific, it was a child's show, used to teach you how to count and share. Eren wouldn't be watching it if he was stable.

Eren looked back the TV, and stared at the screen for a few seconds, as if to confirm what Jean had said was true. Then he glared at it like it had betrayed him, and after a could seconds, turned his glare to Jean, "Shut up, Horse Face."

Jean only continued teasing, "If you need help with your counting, you can just ask me for help. You don't have to do it secretly." At this point, Eren had gotten up off the bed, and was coming over. He punched Jean in the shoulder, but after the initial hit, he kept his hand there. Jean put his hand on top of Eren's, and then pulled him into a hug, trying to pass it off as just a casual hug after a few hours of being apart.

But he felt Eren shaking, light as it may be, so he hugged him a little harder, and kissed him gently, a contradiction, because he wasn't sure if Eren wanted him to be strong or gentle in moments such as these.

Some times, Eren would go weeks without an episode, but eventually, they always came back, and with a vengeance.

Eren liked to destroy things.

Eren liked to destroy things, and Jean was pretty sure it was because Eren could remember a violent past life.

*(*)

He knew it sounded stupid, but he'd been with Eren for years, and known him his whole life, and after years of observing, how else could he explain these things? Things such as Eren calling the names of people in his sleep, people he'd never heard of, but felt like he too, knew them. Armin, Mikasa, Levi, Connie, Sasha, Annie, and on and on. The names were endless. And he never said them quietly, like they were just people passing through in a dream. Eren always screamed them, as if he was watching them die, or some other horrible thing.

The name he called the most, was Mom. Night after night, Jean would wake to Eren screaming, "MOM!" Then the brunette would wake up, tears in his eyes, and cry like he'd, well, just watched his own mother die. And there was no way Jean could tell him it wasn't real, not after seeing the fear and pain in Eren's eyes, night after night. All he could do though, was hold the brunette tightly, and kiss him gently, whispering quietly until he fell back asleep.

Jean tried to help Eren remember the memories more clearly, hoping that if they pieced it back together, it would give him peace. But Eren couldn't remember many specific things, just names. Only at night, did he apparently see things vividly, and when he woke, he could never remember exactly what he saw.

There were both pretty sure they knew what he was seeing.

*(*)

One night, he woke up to Eren's usual name screaming, but this time, the name was not one Eren had called before, but definitely one Jean knew.

It was his own.

"Jean!" Eren had screamed, and he woke up, expecting to find some robber at the foot of their bed, and his boyfriend was calling for help. But he should have known that wasn't the case, because Eren was more than capable of taking on a robber all on his own. Instead, he found Eren waking from another nightmare, tears in his eyes. The two boys lay in silence for a moment, before they made eye contact.

"Did I...die?" Jean whispered, and Eren gulped heavily.

"I...I woke up...before I could see."

And Jean wasn't sure if he believed him or not. But he didn't push it, because Eren was climbing on top of him, and straddling him, and kissing him vigorously, like he was trying to distract himself, and Jean rolled with it, because he wanted to be distracted too. They pulled off each others clothes, kissing with teeth and tongues and spit, and Eren even drew a little blood by scratching his nails down Jean's back.

It was the hottest night the two had ever had, and Jean was horrified by that.

*(*)

Then, one night, it wasn't Eren who woke up screaming names of people Jean believed were long dead.

It was himself.

He woke, sweating, and unable to remember whose name he'd even called, or if it was actually even a name at all. The dream wasn't even clear to him. But he knew there had been blood, and pain, and unimaginable grief and horror. Eren was awake too, and looking at him, and he whispered, "Did you see them too?"

And Jean couldn't remember, it was so blurry. People, places, smiling faces that turned to screams. Was this what Eren kept seeing? Jean suddenly saw the appeal in tearing the house apart.

"I saw them."

*(*)

Jean looked into a little, and he found something astonishing.

Long, long, ago, there had been a time when the world had been over run by Titans, creatures that appeared from nowhere, and ate humans for seemingly no reason. He'd heard of the war against the Titans, and he was used to hearing Eren screaming that word at night too, but that was not the astonishing thing he found. He found only one book about that dark time, because it been long ago, and a lot of it's records had been destroyed.

Buried in the book, was the name of the boy who had saved humanity.

Eren Yeager. A Titan Shifter.

There was no picture. Technology had been eradicated during that time, due to some memory erasing whatever, but Jean had a pretty good idea what this Eren Yeager would look like.

There were other names too, names of people who had had an important part in saving humanity against Titans and corrupt government.

Names he knew.

Mikasa Ackerman.

Levi Ackerman.

Armin Arlert.

Connie Springer.

Sasha Brouse.

Marco Bott.

Erwin Smith.

Krista Lenz

Jean Kirschtein.

His own name.

His name, and many others.

He stole the book from the library, to take home to Eren.

*(*)

Eren looked up from the pages of the book. "I was a...Titan." he said slowly. Jean nodded.

"Not just you. Annie, Reiner, Ymir." They were all names they knew. They read the book together, not coming out of their house for days, rejoicing as things came back to them. For the first time, Jean saw Eren looking truly rested, when they woke up in the morning. Of course, it wasn't all easy going. The things they read were bloody and violent, but they kept going, because it was all starting to come together.

When the finished, and closed the book, Eren turned to him, and Jean barely had time to open his mouth before Eren was kissing him, tears streaming down his face. Jean felt his own tears mix in.

"I love you." Eren whispered.

"I love you too."

He was so happy that he had found Eren again.

*(*)

That night, Jean woke to Eren's voice.

"Let's go find them."

Jean turned toward him, and saw the fire in his eyes. It was silent, and Jean knew he didn't have to vocally agree, but he did it anyway, grabbing Eren's hand, and saying, "Okay."

*(*)

They sat at the airport, bags packed, hand in hand, waiting for their flight to arrive. They had no leads, no clues at all, but Eren had said they needed to go to Japan, and England, and Germany, and many other places.

"How do you know they're there?" Jean asked, and Eren looked out the large window where you could see the planes, and looked out at the sky.

"Can't you hear them, Jean? They're looking for us too."

Abrupt ending for the win!

I hoped you liked it. I suppose I am fond of it, and am pleased with the result.

And yes, I know that in the manga, Eren has black hair. I'm reading the manga too. So let's just agree he has dark hair and call it a night.

This might not get many reviews, or any at all, because I know JeanxEren isn't a huge ship, but I'm just glad to have written it.