First Kiss With The 104th Boys:

first kiss with the 104th boys:

eren x gn!reader ; jean x gn!reader

eren:

you had been waiting outside his room after levi beat him in court to prove eren can control himself

you knew he was okay physically, but that didn't stop you from being worried.

hange assured you he would be alright, but you didn't want to leave the chair you sat on outside his room even when your eyes got heavy from your lack of sleep

after hours of waiting, the door opens and you turn to see eren with his head wrapped in gauze

"hey! are you okay?" you ask, jumping to your feet. you grab his forearms and inspect his face for any lasting injuries.

he laughs breathlessly and your heart hits your ribs. he seems so relaxed and the sparkle in his eyes makes you realize how close you two are.

you both stop and stare at the other.

"sorry.." you say sheepishly as you remove your hands. "i guess I'm just tired."

"don't worry about it," he replies, a soft grin playing on his lips. you catch yourself staring at them only for him to raise his eyebrows at you and cock his head to the side.

Walls you were gonna regret this weren't you?

you grabbed his hands and held them firmly. his previous expression fell and was replaced with confusion.

both of your eyes met. you leaned in a little and he soon followed. the air was thick between the two of you and you felt your heart hammering your ribs again.

"eren.." you whispered carefully watching his reaction. "can i kiss you?"

he looks at you and smirks, "please do."

you placed your hand on the side of his face gently to not hurt him. your bodies moved closer like magnets

after a second of hesitation you meet his lips in a tender, relaxed kiss. he moves in rhythm with you as he places his hand on your shoulder.

huh. maybe the walls were looking over you today.

jean:

you were lying in the infirmary with your arm in a sling. after the battle of trost, you were immediately sent to the hospital where your injuries were treated.

other soldiers were there and the nurses were frantic to hell as many people as they could. after a few days you returned to the barracks but remained with the injured soldiers.

your comrades had visited but one person wouldn't leave you alone.

jean would get anything you needed.

a cup of water? already on your nightstand. lunch? he's got two trays and a topic to talk about. some rest and silence? he came with a book

however, one day he came in and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

"hey!"

"how are you feeling?" he asks, sitting down and putting his forearms on the mattress.

"not too bad. my arm is feeling a lot better." he nods and doesn't say anything else. it kinda weired you out. jean was always comfortable talking to you, but today felt awkwars and uncomfortable.

he doesn't mame eye contact with you as he thinks to himself.

maybe you said something wrong. maybe sasha told him you had a crush on him and he didn't like you. maybe he was just doing this because the others told him to. maybe he didn't really--

"why did you do it?"

his question shocks you a little

"h-huh? why did i do what?"

he sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "you could've died y/n. what would have happened if you left me like that? and for a dog?"

it all clicked suddenly. "oh! Jean I'm sorry i scared you. i just- i couldn't leave her... the titan would've crushed her!"

"i dont care!" he raised his voice but it was shaking as he stood and stared at you. "I don't care if you'd left a random dog! I care about you making it out alive so we can live a long life together!"

his eyes widen and realization dawns on you. he... what?

"do you really want that," you ask softly. your eyes rose up to his and you pursed your lips.

"i-- yeah... I do."

he sits back down and puts his head in his hands. you wait a moment beflre you respond, your voice breaking the silence.

"it's a good thing i do too."

he reacts instantly. his head shoots up and his eyes are small as ge watches you. you smirk at him as he leans in. you weren't ready for this bold of a move so your smile quickly fades

"i didn't know how much i needed you in my life, but the idea of you dying like that made me realize... i really want to kiss you."

a moment passes before you laugh. he joins in at his awkward declaration. walls he loved your laugh.

"i won't stop you," you say leaning in closer.

he puts his hand on your neck as a smile rests on his face. you both meet in the middle and connect your lips. it's soft and tender, his mouth moving against yours carefully.

he could get used to feeling your lips against his more often.

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

𝐚/𝐧: let's be honest this was inevitable the moment i decided to rewatch snk -leo

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of death

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: how jean shows affection

♡ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 knows that the world you live in is a dangerous one. He's learned the hard way that when you love someone, and when the world is cruel, that every moment is precious. He gave up caring a long time ago whether your comrades noticed his affection towards you; life was too fleeting to get hung up on embarrassment, and why would he be ashamed of it?

"Here, let me help," he'll murmur to you just before missions, gentle hands moving to help fasten the clasps and belts of your gear. He knows you could probably do it perfectly with your eyes closed, but he wants to see for himself. He wants to feel with his own hands that every last pin is in place, that nothing can go wrong, at least on this front. He can tell by the sadness creeping into your smile that you can see through him, but he appreciates you putting up with it nonetheless.

He'll hold your hand in his whenever possible, even if you're only walking ten steps from the doorway to your table in the mess hall. He'll lace his fingers all the way through yours and give your hand two soft squeezes, so habitually that he doesn't even think about it anymore. When he's walking on his own, his palm seems to twitch with a phantom ache—his hand missing yours.

Jean can't sleep without you anymore. At night he holds you close, keeping you cradled gently to his chest, his lips pressed against the crown of your forehead. He can't remember how he was ever able to sleep alone. He wakes first, and he's careful not to wake you each morning as he slips out of bed, having to pry himself away from you. You look so at peace sleeping; he wants you to know peace, to be able to dream safely for as long as he can let you. Some mornings he can't pry himself away, and he'll lay there with you until it's dangerously far past when you both should be up.

When things go wrong, and they often do, his first and most natural instinct is to place himself in front of you. Often, when faced with danger, he extends a hand outward and back, gently pulling you by the arm so that you're slightly behind him.

He loves to make you laugh. Seeing your face lit up with joy fills him with hope for the future, hope that the good in the world was worth fighting for. And he can't help the fact that he happens to be naturally hilarious, no matter what Connie or anyone else has to say about it.

He has all sorts of nicknames for you, ranging in variety from slightly insulting to disgustingly romantic. He'll call you a princess and a peanut-brain in the same breath, and he means both with extreme fondness.

He tells you that he loves you, constantly. Sometimes it's those three words—a murmured 'I love you,' breaking a comfortable silence as you walk together at dusk, or half-slurred into his pillow as he falls asleep with you held close—but sometimes he says 'I love you' when he reminds you to eat, when he tugs you gently to bed and begs that you let yourself rest. He says that he loves you when he reminds you to 'Take your cloak, stupid—' or else you'll be cold when night falls.

He says that he loves you when he finally breaks down, tears welling in those honey-washed eyes as he tells you about Marco. About how when his nightmares aren't of his fallen friend, they're of you in Marco's place. He says that he loves you when he trusts you with those painful recollections, with the full significance of what it means for Jean Kirschtein to love you, to be in love with you.

i like how this reminded you of my writing AHAHAHHA i need to write more filo iwa and oikawa i miss writing them

dude this was so good what it’s so FLUFFYYY

Jean Kirstein x Reader

Summary: You and your best friend, Jean, are cleaning up your ODM gear when an urgent request for you comes from Erwin's office. What will he tell you, and what will it mean for your friendship with Jean?

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: slight angst, spoilers for season two with Christa/Historia, slight canon divergence, fluff otherwise(and tons of soft AND flirty Jean-bo) :)

A/N: Hey everyone!! This is my contribution to both my own Royal AU Collab that's been going on for a while, but this is also a submission for @anlian-aishang 's August Prompt Event! I hope you enjoy some AOT content for Jean-bo! -Birch<3

“Do you always have to act like you’re the best, or are you dumb enough to think you’re actually that good?” you ask as you stick your tongue out, (colored) eyes narrowed in a playful glint. The tall, sandy-haired boy behind you grimaces as he replies back, “I know I’m good, Y/n, what makes you think you can keep up with me?”

You roll your eyes at Jean as you head toward a repair room, your boots clacking against the hard wooden floors as he follows you. Jean soon catches up and pries the door open, walking in before you as he sticks his tongue out at you.

You huff at your best friend as he slides into the room, pulling off his gear as fast as he can while you shut the door behind him. You join him by the workbench, pulling at your gas canisters and blades as you mumble, “I know I can’t keep up with you, that’s why I need to get my gear fixed up to help me.”

Jean simply tuts at your words, leaving silence to fill the room while he begins to clean his gear. After a moment or two he pipes up, “You aren’t that bad, you just get a little ahead of yourself sometimes, and that’s what causes you to fall behind. You need to slow your movements down and be more precise.”

You blink in surprise at Jean as you ponder over his words, a faint warmth creeping through your face as you mumble a quiet thanks. Jean continues to clean the triggers on his blades in silence, leaving you to adjust your ODM straps in peace.

After a few minutes of silent working, a knock sounds out on the door, causing the two of you to pause and glance at each other in confusion. A brown head of hair peeks around the door, eyes wide with concern as they latch onto you.

Moblit moves around the door as he chirps, “Soldier Y/n L/n, Commander Erwin Smith requests to see you right away!” The poor man gives you a slightly shaky salute as he glances at Jean with slight worry in his eyes and then continues, “Alone!”

You share another confused and slightly panicked look with Jean before setting down your equipment and giving Moblit a quick salute. You nod at Jean and call over your shoulder, “I’ll be back soon, Jean! If it ends up being late, would you mind putting my gear back together?”

But before you can hear his response, Moblit is pulling you out of the room and down the hallway, and the door that had been open swung shut with a firm bang. The walk to Erwin’s office is quiet between you and Moblit, the high upper officer not giving any hints at what information Erwin possibly needed from you.

Erwin’s door appears before you a lot faster than anticipated and at the sight of the wooden door, your nerves suddenly hit you, causing your heart to race and butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

When you enter the room, Christa is waiting at Erwin's desk, where the commander was reading over a sheet of paper before giving you a slight smile and a nod at Moblit. Christa gives you a kind smile as the door clicks shut behind you and you turn to Erwin nervously.

“Y/n L/n, I have brought Christa here to inform you of something that no other person on this island knows about,” Erwin states as he turns to Christa and gives her an encouraging look. Christa turns to you and murmurs, “I’m of royal bloodline, Y/n, and you are too. We both have claims to the throne on this island.”

The air grows still around you as Christa’s voice fades out and the pounding of blood in your ears takes over. Royal bloodline? Related to Christa? What the hell is going on?

Christa continues, “My real name is Historia Reiss, and I-” “No. This- this can’t be right! I- my family came from the underground! This isn’t possible!” you exclaim as you turn to Erwin, a confused and exasperated expression coating your face.

Erwin just sighs and stands up as he replies, “Y/n, Historia is telling the truth. We don’t know the specifics of it yet, but it seems as though your parents had a connection to the Reiss family generations ago, before the walls, before the island. You two are related, though you mustn't tell anyone.”

At Erwin’s words you also stand up, adrenaline rushing through your system, you yell, “I don’t believe you! Why would you tell me all of this?! I have no idea what to even-” Your words are cut off by the sudden onset of tears, and you turn away from both Erwin and Christa, well, Historia, before getting up and walking out of the room.

The second you are out of Erwin’s office, you let yourself cry, tears streaming down your face as you hiccup and sob. Your feet carry you toward a place you know you can be safe and alone. Jean’s bedroom in the barracks.

You can hear the voices of Armin and Mikasa calling to you, asking you what’s wrong. You don’t answer them, you can’t. Your throat is caught up in trying to breathe and letting you cry that the only noise you make is a mangled cry, and they leave you alone as you storm forward.

When you make it to the barracks, you don’t even bother looking where you’re going, you had opened the door to Jean’s cabin and that’s all that mattered to you. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were blurry from the fresh onset of new ones.

Another step forward leads you into something warm, firm, and familiar, and when you look up from the ground, you are met with Jean’s blurry and concerned face. “Hey, hey, whoa, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

Immediately you try to rub your nose, brush away your tears and turn around, but Jean’s arms are lightning-fast, gripping onto your shoulders while leaning down to look you in the eye. “Hey, I’m serious. What’s going on?”

A whimper falls from your lips and you can see Jean’s features soften, and he releases his grip on you a little. He slides his hands from your shoulders up to your face, where he wipes your tears away soothingly, brushing his thumbs side to side in an attempt to ease your stress.

You huff quietly, trying to let your constricted lungs relax, and you slump toward Jean’s chest, allowing yourself to wrap your arms around him tightly as you clutch at him.

You sniffle out, “Jean… I’m not who anyone thought I was. Not even me. I-” Your voice breaks as a sob overtakes you and then you squeak out, “I don’t even know who I am.”

Jean stiffens under your touch, and you can tell that you’ve confused him. You couldn’t really elaborate because you stormed out on Erwin and Historia, so you keep your mouth shut and hug Jean as tight as you can.

One of his hands brushes over the top of your head and he murmurs, “Are you alright? You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but I do want to make sure that you’re okay.”

Jean pulls back slightly, and when you look up at him, all you can see is a pure concern in his eyes. You sigh and pull away, moving to sit on the edge of his bed as you wipe at your eyes and sniffle again.

You clear your throat before mumbling, “Well, Jean… I’m- I’m a princess. Somehow I’m related to Christa and everything I grew up with is a lie.” Jean blinks owlishly at you for a moment before blurting out, “I like a princess? That’s kinda cool you know.”

It’s silent for a moment before Jean realizes what he said. His cheeks are dusted red as he fumbles, “I- I didn’t mean it like that! Well, I do think it’s cool that you’re a princess and I happen to like you but I wasn’t supposed to say it like this and now you probably think I’m a loser...”

You can’t help but laugh at Jean as he waves his hands and blushes furiously, rambling about how he did and didn’t mean what he said. You eventually grab one of his wrists and say, “Well, I like you too, Jean. And not because I’m a long-lost princess in search of a protector, but you can do that if you want.”

Jean smirks at the end of that, your words shooting straight to his ego as he slyly remarks, “Gladly, milady.” You groan and go to fall backward at his words, your eyes rolling in playful annoyance, but Jean’s grip on your wrists has you stopped in your tracks.

He pulls you to your feet in a swift movement before leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. It’s not the most amazing kiss ever, you can feel Jean’s slight nerves in his movements, and you can feel your heart pounding as your eyes flutter shut.

It may not be the perfect kiss, but in that moment, you could’ve felt like the princess you are. Jean’s grip around you was firm and warm, a familiar constant that you knew you could rely on. Yes, you were both inexperienced and nervous, but that’s what made it so special and memorable.

When Jean finally pulled away, he flashed you a show-stopping grin and you once again rolled your eyes at him. With a playful swat at his chest, you grumble, “Just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean you need to call me anything weird.”

“Can I call you mine?”

“Jean!!!”

“Yes, milady?”

Well, let’s just say that Jean had a few lessons to learn from the newly found princess, but the two of you would navigate your newfound status together, and you would no longer be hidden to the world.

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