Blooming Hearts. ✿ a jean kirstein x reader story ✿

Chapter Four - Wilting

You gasped, collecting your breath as your shoulders shook from the amount of giggling you were doing.

You shouldn't have been here, like this, but who would care, right? You deserved this.

You raised your head, wide smile still etched on your face. Jean's face was mirroring yours, his left hand propped up behind you.

You had been doing your normal chores, going to attend the horses at the stables, holding a large brush in an even larger bucket.

It was a comparatively hot day, hot enough to make a good amount of sweat collect on your forehead. Armin, Mikasa, Eren, Historia and Jean were attending a meeting with the seniors of the scouts. It was almost surreal, the way Marco predicted the fact that Jean would be a leader some day, and here he was, now sitting as a commanding officer. Sasha was probably with Niccolo, and Connie had just left to visit his mom in the now abandoned village as he always did once a month, which left you to do some much needed cleaning around Historia's cabin.

Historia hadn't gotten around much, after reading the last letter Ymir ever sent to her, spending much of her time on the porch of her cabin that was used as an orphanage, going inside to interact with the kids once in a while.

The loss of a close loved one does that to people, you thought, chugging the bucket with difficulty.

Suddenly, you had felt a harsh tug on your sleeve, making you jerk to the right.

Your back pressed against the wood on the side of the stable, a shadow overcoming your figure. Your first instinct was to fight them off but as soon as you opened your eyes, you found the familiar charming smile that had first made you fall.

Eyes shimmering, Jean greeted you with a slight laugh at your appearance, for which you did slap his chest. He proceeded to tell you the most hilarious thing that had taken place during the meeting, which happened to be a higher up... farting.

"walls, it wasn't even that funny, Jean." You lied, smiling. "I applaud your story telling skills for keeping me hooked, though, 6/10"

"oh, do I get extra points for being so damn good looking?" he asks slyly, attempting to wink but ending up blinking instead, which sent you into yet another laughing fit.

You swore it was the most you'd laughed since Sasha went apeshit on that food Niccolo made, which was about a month ago.

you collected your breath again, finding Jean's hand which was resting next to your face, propped up on the wood. Your head rolled to the side, resting on his forearm.

His eyes were twinkling, a soft look on his face.

"there was... an attempt to wink. I mean, you tried, right?" you said teasingly, shrugging a little at the end.

"uh huh, and what would your grace, the almighty (y/n) rate this, out of a ten?" he asks.

"hmm, probably a 2/10. Not bad, Kirstein. You'd pick up all the girls in town with that." You say.

He stands up straight at that, removing his hand from it's previous position, opting to cup your cheeks gently instead.

He brought his nose closer to yours, till they were touching. You felt his nose move as he said, "i don't need them to look at me when I have you."

And with that, he kisses you.

Stable duties long forgotten, you kiss him back, hands wandering to the nape of his neck.