In search of stillness, you leave Marley behind. Bruised feet, frayed dreams, and all. You land at Paradis University with a ballet scholarship and baggage you never unpacked. There, among paint-stained hands and late-night smoke breaks, you find yourself entangled in the lives of a tightly knit group of students, each carrying their own cracks. At the center of it all is Jean Kirstein: sharp-tongued, cigarette-breathed, and hiding more than he lets on. You're discipline. He's chaos. But the line between stage and studio starts to blur, and what begins as friction might just become a kind of art in itself.

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - (𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐮) "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣." ─── With your past following you like a dark cloud, a fresh start at a different university is exactly what you need. For the first time in your life, you've taken matters into your own hands and granted yourself some much-needed change. Not only does Marley State University offer a great program, but it also gives you people who feel like the functioning family you've always longed for. Of course, you can't get along with everyone-especially not those who don't even make an effort of getting to know you. But maybe there's more to that than just pure arrogance. And yet, old shadows seem to follow you everywhere. Your guilt-tainted heart, always torn and distant, will it finally be set free and find its home? © all rights met . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. This story includes dark and sensitive content, please check all the trigger warnings, which will also be stated at the beginning of the chapter if needed. Minors, do not interact!! 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #1 jeanxreader 09.01.25 #1 jeansnk 09.13.25 #1 shingeki 10.01.25 ₊˚⊹⋆ crossposting on ao3

𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗨 "𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦...𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶" in which two 3rd year college students who are in the same friend circle go from having a charged yet tentative relationship to something bordering on emotional intimacy so quiet and slow it feels like breathing. Constant, unnoticed by others, but impossibly heavy between them. how? because of a walk home. warnings//mature language, drug & alcohol use, nsfw, family issues, abuse, violence, mental health, suicide, self harm, eating disorders, relationship problems, and more cross-posted on ao3 : ymirsonly