#ikevam jean
Because you are the most beautiful thing in the world
Good evening / morning / afternoon my lovelies! It’s day 4 of the Shookspeare christmas spectacular mini series and today we have Jean - how exciting ^^ I am super proud of this one & I just love Jean sm,, I hope you all enjoy reading this and ofc the rest of my works!
- JJ x
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Il est né le divin enfant, Jean D’Arc x MC
A pure white blanket of snow lay thick over the hills and fields of the countryside just outside of Paris, and cool breezes fluttered in the air around the couple who travelled together on horseback. Jean and MC eventually reached a quiet, quaint, secluded field and dismounted their beautiful horses and letting them run freely around the fenced pasture. MC gently took Jean’s gloved hand in her own and kissed it softly, causing a beautiful rose coloured blush to heat his pale cheeks.
The soldier gazed at his lover inquisitively when she took off, running to the centre of the snow covered meadow and laid down amongst the thousands cold, pearlescent snowflakes. Jean hastily approached her and shrugged off his protective winter cloak from his shoulders and held it out towards the beautiful lady on the ground, “Mademoiselle. If you must lie upon the floor, I insist that you lay on my cape. I cannot have you becoming ill.” It was at that point, he noticed that his dearest MC was moving her arms and legs in the most peculiar of manners, “Pray tell, mademoiselle, what are you doing? Are you hurt?” His voice was panicked as she shifted in the snow, however, his worries seemed to melt away when he took account of the delightful smile on her soft lips.
“I’m making a snow angel, Jean! Come on, you should make one too.” MC reached her hands up towards him, encouraging her fiancé to join her on the ground - But the inky haired man stood still, his boots feeling like bricks upon his feet, “What’s wrong, Jean?”
“I,”the Frenchman’s voice caught in his throat when he tried to speak, so much so that he could only reply in a whisper, “I don’t know how to. And I wouldn’t wish to displease you if I should happen to fail.”
The angelic woman in the snow’s smile drooped and her arms dropped to meet her torso as she thought deeply, “I’ll teach you.”
Jean nodded in reply, lying down next to her, his head turning to the side so their gazes could meet, “D ’accord: Please teach me.”
“Well, um,” MC hummed softly, her eyes still watching her lover carefully, “You out your arms and legs out to make a star shape then,” She demonstrated, giggling as she moved her limbs through the thick snow, “You spread the snow like this - Towards and away from your body.”
The youngman next to her copied her actions, his face straight in concentration as he did so. “What’s the next step, mon ange?” He asked quietly after he’s stopped, satisfied that he’s probably done enough.
“Stand up and you’ll see, mon coeur.”
At her commandment, Jean stood up and gazed down at where he’d just been - An angel shape lay in the snow where his body once was and another hot blush flooded onto his cheeks, “MC, how is this possible? I am no angel -” The words had barely left Jean’s mouth when the wind was practically knocked out of him by his fiancee who hugged him so incredibly tightly from the side.
“You’re my angel, Jean.”
“As you are mine, MC.”
