Attack On Titan One-Shots

Pony boy (Jean X Reader) Farm!AU

Note* I did not write this wonderful piece of heaven!

If I did, I would use my powers for evil, muahahaha!

This is from DeviantArt by the wonderful Graystream

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Jean was born into a broken family. The usual slut mom and alcoholic father, drug addict sibling. And like any other normal thirteen-year-old boy, he ran away. He did it gladly. But, where was a boy to go? Damn, he didn’t know, he just wanted to get as far away from that godforsaken home as possible. So he stayed from place to place. Hiding out in sheds, in an empty dumpster, behind an old building, and on occasions, in the woods.

One day, he was sitting on the curb of a crowded town. It was more of a market, with venders running to and fro with goods to trade or buy off each other. He stayed there to just watch the people pass by, it was better than anything else. Nothing really stuck out to him. Until he saw… you.

You seemed only ten years old. Wide, innocent eyes with your hands clasped in front of you, you approached the strange boy with muffin hair and golden eyes. “Hello,” you said softly, a small smile gracing your lips.

Jean scanned you up and down. A plaid shirt rolled up to your elbows, tucked into a pair of dark pants. “Hi,” he said in return.

“Why’re you sittin’ all alone, mister?” You spoke, tilting your head to the side.

“I’m not no mister. I’m just a boy,” Jean said, narrowing his eyes. “I just don’t have anyone else to sit with, that’s all,” he murmured, leaning his elbows on his knees.

Your lips puckered as your brows furrowed in concentration. “I’ll sit with you!” you exclaimed. Before he had a chance to protest, you plopped down beside him with a giggle. Jean rolled his eyes, suppressing a groan. He was stuck with this little kid? “But… don’t you have your momma to sit with?” you asked, once again tilting your head to the side.

Jean allowed a small smirk to make its way up to his lips at the adorable action. “I don’t have a momma,” he said, looking off to the side.

“Do you have a daddy?”

“… No,”

“Do you have a home?”

“…”

“… You can stay with me, Muffinhead!” You said with a giggle.

Jean turned to you, an incredulous look on his face. He’d have to deal with the ‘Muffinhead’ part later, but a strange little girl telling him to go live with her? You continued before he could respond. “My family owns a big farm, and we got lots of animals and stuff, and we got a few workers there. I bet my daddy would let you work there in exchange for letting you stay!”

You stood, brushing off your pants. A small outstretched hand waved in front of Jean’s face. “Well, you coming or not?”

What did he have to lose? So he grabbed your hand and stood, allowing you to drag him over to your parents. You quickly explained that he didn’t have a family, and that he was all alone. Your parents agreed to let his stay as long as he worked on the farm. Seeing no other opportunity better than this, he agreed.

“Hey… what’s your name?” you asked, arm linked with his.

He didn’t have the heart to shake you off, although he enjoyed it a little. “Jean,” he said.

You wrinkled your nose. “Jean? No, I like Muffinhead better. Or Horseface. Oh, what about Ponyboy?” you said, eyes lighting with excitement.

Jean rolled his eyes. Though, seeing that he would technically be working for you, he decided it best to let you call him whatever you wanted. “Fine, whatever,” he said with a small shrug.