#jean x you
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Hajime Isayama
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Warnings: Angst, Weapons, Season 4 spoilers
Requested by: Anonymous
Hi! Could you do a one-shot of Jean/Girlfriend. His lover drank the wine and turned into a Titan after Zeke screamed. Then could you show everyone’s reaction and what they decide to do. :D
A/N: Sorry this took a little bit, but I’m really happy with how this turned out! Also had to catch up on the last two episodes that came out (including the one today omg it was so good). I did take some liberties with the second part of your request, as I focused more on Jean’s reaction. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!
Word Count: 1.2K
You weren’t one to enjoy alcohol. Usually, you would avoid having even a single glass of wine because you didn’t want to risk the possibility of you being drunk. The thought of being out of your own control in a world that was already so messed up plagued your mind enough to the point that when you and your buddies were passing around a bottle, you’d pass on the opportunity. Plus, the taste of it wasn’t fantastic enough to warrant you actively seeking a sip of the purpley-red liquid.
However, that one night where you wanted to just forget about the fact that your comrades, your family, and your closest friends were six feet under - and you were only nineteen yourself - you found yourself with a flush on your cheeks and a giggle in your throat. It felt so good at the moment, like you were flying in the sky. It was that same adrenaline and completely pleasant feeling that you remembered experiencing when you first mastered using ODM gear; playing hide and seek in the training forests with Connie, Jean, and Sasha. It made you feel like a fifteen year old again. You felt like your old self. Now, it just made you miserable.
The little armband that was affixed to your overcoat did nothing to weigh you down, but you felt like it was constricting your arm. It was hard to process what Commander Pyxis had told you - that the wine you had sipped from was contaminated with Zeke Yeager’s spinal fluid. That the one time, the one instance in which you had let yourself have a drink, it would be the biggest mistake of your life.
At the moment, you were stuck in a cell, swinging your feet on a little stool and trying not to think too hard about what was almost certainly to come within the next few days, maybe in the next few moments. The second that Zeke would yell, it would be over for you. You would transform into the very monster that you had been slaying for the last several years. But, could you really still call them monsters? They were people with lives who had been at the beck and call of Marley. They could have been someone’s Connie, someone’s Sasha. Someone’s Jean… oh god Jean. What would he say when he finds out? Would it be too late, would you have already transformed before you got the chance to say goodbye? And if that did happen, would he even be able to tell if you were a titan? You’d seen it happen before with Armin. A strange, mutated version of the human they once were is projected onto the titan’s face. You almost began to tear up at that possibility - that a gangly titan version of you had your Y/H/C hair, your Y/E/C eyes. A ‘you’ that was so deformed, but still held the characteristics that would prompt someone to say, ‘that’s Y/N’s titan.’
You felt sick. You leant to reach for a bucket, but the locked door that imprisoned you and several others swung open.
“Let’s go, come on. We need you all.” You didn’t bother to look up at the speaker. You were a soldier, and you knew how to follow orders, so you immediately fell into line. A gun was shoved into your hand and there was a pat to your back as you were ushered out of the building and into the usually busy cobblestone streets. A gasp fell from your lips as you looked around you. All over, Marlyeans and Eldians were battling, and in the center of it all, Eren’s titan. That short boy with the raven colored hair that you used to share jokes with and poke fun at, held a stance and stature that felt so wrong. But you didn’t have time to linger or hold onto that thought. Instead, the Beast titan made you freeze in your movements. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. And yes, while that was part of the titan’s power, this was purely your own body’s actions. An overwhelming fear struck through every one of your nerves that you didn’t notice a Marleyean take aim at you. However, someone else did. In a flurry of movements, Jean killed the man instantly and turned towards you, running as fast as he could. All you could do was watch him. Immediately, Jean gathered you into his arms, clutching and grasping at your arms, your clothes, your hair - like you were water slipping from his hands and he was doing everything he could to keep you there with him.
“Y/N, where the hell have you been, Armin and I have been trying to get everyone of our group back together and you have been the one person to be missing.” He says into your hair, breathing you in and tucking your face into his chest. Again, you find yourself not being able to do anything, so he pulls back to look at you from an arm’s length. “Y/N?”
Your gaze flickers down to your armband and then back to him, which he mimics. You find it truly impressive how many emotions his face shuffles through in one second. Confusion, denial, anger, sadness. He was just missing one to have gone through the whole cycle of grief. Instead, he shook his head.
“No, no. Tell me you didn’t, this has to be a mistake. You hate wine, you hate alcohol in general. It’s probably because you were just with them that they made you wear it.”
“Jean…” you finally croak out, giving him a sad smile and locking your eyes with his. “You… you should go. You need to get away from me. Please.” Pushing him away and backpedaling slowly, you don’t let him out of your sight. He takes a step forward, but your hand goes up. “I don’t want you to be here when this happens, and I don’t think you do either.” His head turns towards the floor, and you know you’ve won. “Hey Jean? Close your eyes for me?” You say, your voice quivering just a bit. He complies. “I love you.” You say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. And with that, you’re gone, down the road and around the corner. And Zeke let’s forth one hell of a scream.
He lets his feet carry him until he’s into a spring, finally moving to use his ODM gear. Jean finds himself on a rooftop with Armin, Mikasa, and Connie. The light explodes all over the crumbling city, and Jean clamps his hands over his ears. He doesn’t want this, he never wanted this. He wanted a life with you in a little cottage. He wanted to be reading a newspaper while your baby was asleep on his chest, their little hand gripping onto the cloth of his shirt. He won’t get that. He will never get that.
“Is that?” Connie exclaims, shock and sadness taking hold of his tone.
“O-oh my god.” Armin says, his hand moving to cover his dropped jaw.
“No…” Mikasa whispered, her eyes wide. Finally, Jean looks to what they had set their eyes on. A tall, strong looking titan. Y/H/C hair was whipping fiercely in the wind. Y/E/C eyes were buried deep in its face. And quickly, just like that kiss you had given him, a soldier had sliced its nape and it collapsed on the broken, cobble street. Jean let forth a breath. Acceptance.
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Day 6: Jean
Yay! On to day 6! Please remember to check out @millenialfanfictionaddiction‘s posts with Haikyuu!
How you meet
You were moving into a new apartment and carrying boxes from the first floor to the third floor by yourself. The apartment did have an elevator, but it was taking so much longer to wait for the elevator than to just walk the boxes up yourself. One of the trips, you couldn’t carry the whole way and needed the elevator. Of course. Just as you were making your way there, the doors started closing and you dramatically yelled, “Wait!” To your surprise, the doors opened back up and you stepped on with your big box. The man inside held the doors open while you brought it to your apartment. When you made it back down for another box, he was waiting by the doors and asked if you needed help. It was weird, but cute.
Where you go on a date
Jean takes you on an outdoor lunch in the park. He plans everything and even gets the food and everything you’ll need. He wanted to make everything really romantic, but also didn’t really know how to do it since you both just met. He brought sandwiches, stuff for a charcuterie board, a random baguette and two different kinds of wine.
Something that goes wrong
The basket handles broke when you were walking to find a place to sit because it was so heavy from all the things Jean brought. When you saw what he brought though, you were amazed and took tons of photos, making you the envy of all your friends.
How they confess
I think jean is the most straight forward with this. He would know he just wants to tell you and would spend most of his time building the confidence to so it until finally when you’re laughing about something and taking a bite of cheese, he will just smile and tell you he likes you.
What gift they bring you
Jean is also a bit of a traditional gift giver. It’s not because he’s bad at giving gifts, I actually think it’s the opposite. I think he is a really good gift giver, but I think he sticks with traditional chocolates because he wants to give you that ‘Valentine’s Day’ feeling and doesn’t want you to feel like you’re missing out or misinterpreting how he feels about you.
her love languages ( pt. 1/? )
files;kamisato_ayaka.chr | gunnhildr_jean.chr | gn_reader.chr
mod.chr; if you don’t know what the five love languages are, here’s a link. the five love languages consist of quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, and gift-giving. on another note, i love them so much <3333 ( my inbox is open again, if anyone’s interested in requesting )
overview.txt;hc + fic | warnings.zip -> n/a.file | 500-600wc
gift-giving ( her -> you ); i feel as though this one is pretty self-explanatory. as the eldest daughter of the kamisato clan, ayaka has more wealth than the average inazuman citizen, so whenever she spots something that she thinks you would like, she would most likely buy it for you, no matter the price.
( unless the item is very pricey for no apparent reason. )
“(name)?”
you perked up, turning your head to see your lover walking behind you. “ayaka! how was your trip to the city?”
smiling, ayaka kneels beside you, her pale hair rippling due to the slight wind. “it was quite pleasant, i very much enjoyed it. the citizens were nice, and i was able to meet yoimiya.”
you grinned, closing your eyes as you did so. “that’s great to hear. i’m happy you were able to spend some time away from work and take a break.”
ayaka flinched as she remembered how much time she had spent with yoimiya discussing upcoming festivals.
“ayaka? are you alright?…”
panicked, ayaka nodded quickly. “yes, yes, i’m alright. don’t worry, snowflake.”
noticing the skeptical expression on her face, ayaka quickly picked up the box to her right and placed it on your lap. “here, i bought you a gift i bought while i was on my trip.”
your suspicion quickly subsided as you picked up the box from your lap. “oh? what is it?”
“well, why don’t you open it and see?”
words of affirmation ( you -> her );ayaka loves it when you tell her how much you love her. she has her insecurities and struggles at times, and even if it’s just an “i love you”, from her, it makes her day even better.
“thoma, where is (name)?”
“(name)? they said they had urgent matters to attend to in the city and should be back by tomorrow. why?”
disappointed, ayaka shook her head. “it’s nothing. i’ll be in my room, then.” thoma nodded before continuing his sweeping, only to then stop once again.
“ah, milady, hold on!”
at his call, ayaka stops walking and turns around with a confused expression. “is something the matter, thoma?”
the housekeeper jogs over to her before holding out an envelope, which she takes. “(name) told me to give this to you before they left.”
her curiosity piqued, ayaka takes the envelope. “thank you, thoma.”
once she was inside her room, ayaka opened the envelope and took out the card that was inside.
“hello, darling!
thoma said that you were struggling a bit today, so i hope you’re doing better now.
did i ever tell you how much i love you? now that i think about it, probably not. i’ll tell you when i get home, so be prepared for that, okay?
love, (name).”
her cheeks red, ayaka leaned against the door with her head tilted back and her eyes closed, her hands holding the letter to her chest.
“how comforting…”
notes; *looks at the other woman i have to do* sometimes, being gay is a disadvantage.
quality time ( her -> you ); as the acting grand master, jean rarely had time for herself, much less time for you. that said, she tries her best to free up her schedule so that the two of you could spend more time with each other.
both you and jean stood side to side, elbows barely touching as you did your jobs. your lover was cutting up some vegetables and cheese while you kneaded the dough.
“y’know, i didn’t think you would be home tonight. you haven’t been inside the house for a while now.”
smiling guiltily, jean picked up a mushroom before slicing it in half. “i truly am sorry about that, my love, i really am, but i’m here now, aren’t i?”
you sigh, sprinkling more flour onto the dough. “…better late than never, i suppose.”
“mmh…”
silence fell onto the two of you once again, and it stayed that way until the you put the pizza into the oven.
“did i ever tell you how i got my vision?” you asked, standing up after tending to the fire with your pyro abilities.
the question seemed to surprise jean, but she quickly recomposed herself. “uhm, no, i don’t believe you have.”
“then, if you’re going to stay here for the night, i’d be more than happy to tell you about it over dinner.”
jean smiled at you happily, her blue orbs eyes glinting under the candlelight. “andi would be more happy to listen to you, my dandelion.”
< a/n; ngl whenever people use eyes instead of orbs it sorta weird me out :’) no offense to the people who use that though, i think it’s just a very unique synonym for “eyes”. >
words of affirmation ( you -> her ); during her childhood, jean has never been told “i love you” all that much. it isn’t much of a surprise, though, seeing as her mother seemed the type to lecture her children rather than give them affection. this is why she gets quite flustered when you tell her you love her and appreciates it more than a normal person would.
“lisa…-huff-…please help me.”
the librarian turned around to see the blonde knight panting behind her, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. “jean? what happened to you?”
she watched as her friend trudged over to a chair beside her desk before collapsing into it. “i think i’m sick.”
“you think you’re sick?” the librarian frowns, setting down the book she had been holding. “is there a reason why?”
“it’s just… whenever (name) tells me this… thing, my heart pounds like crazy.” jean says, fidgeting.
“and what is this thing?”
“that… they, um, love me.”
“that they love you.” lisa repeats incredulously. “jean, you think you’re sick because your heart pounds whenever your lover tells you they love you?”
jean’s cheeks promptly turn red once again as she presses her face into her hands. “it sounds a lot more ridiculous when you say it like that.”
“well, of course, it does.” lisa said, crossing her arms. “it already sounded ridiculous when you first said it.”
groaning, the blonde takes her face out of her hands. “lisa, what am i supposed to do now? when they said that, it was like my mind just melted immediately after!”
“well, it’s not as if you just walked away without giving (name) a response, right? there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
noticing the anxious expression on jean’s face, lisa’s eyes widened in disbelief. “jean, you didn’t just… walk away from them without saying anything, did you?”
a shake of a head.
“not even an, ‘i love you, too’, back?”
another shake.
“oh dear…”
