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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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