𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍 ⛸️ ੈ✩‧₊˚🏒 fresh meat at collage, you move to the city of Sina to pursue your dreams of becoming a professional skater. Sharing the ice rink with the hockey team was never a problem until you met Jean Kirstien, the captain of the 'scouts'. -SLOW BURN‼️ -eventual smut -collage au -enemies to lovers -fem reader!! (￣▽￣)/♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ I made my cover art!!!

Jean Kirstein, a soldier of the royal guard of the kingdom Eldia is granted a promotion. Although he'd normally be thrilled, his new job requires watching over and protecting the princess who has a terrible habit of doing exactly what she's not supposed to. reader discretion advised. all characters 18+, no titan powers, set in fantasy world. smut. content for 18+. talk about death and killing. violent/graphic scenes. cover art creds: gundo_49 on twitter!!

𓊈 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚇 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛⋆. ୨୧˚⋆ 𓊉 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑→In which you leave Marley in the middle of sophomore year, running from a past you refuse to name and a mother you're desperate to forget. Paradis University is meant to be a clean slate, a place where you can pretend and no one knows your scars. That plan falls apart the moment you meet Jean Kirstein. The cocky, infuriating captain of the football team and your friend's worst influence. He manages to get under your skin like no one else, and you swear you'll never fall for someone like him. You hate him. He hates you. Or at least that's what you tell yourself, But between heated arguments there's the unexpected moments of softness, the feelings you can't outrun, until stolen glances turn into late nights, and slowly love finds you where you least expect it. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ⚠︎ Cautions→ Violence, blood, traumas, explicit sexual content, smoking, suicidal thoughts, self harm, mention of abuse and SA, minor characters death etc.

After prison for manslaughter, Jean Kirstein disappears, leaving Canada, a shattered night, and whispers that follow him like warnings. Shingashina is quiet. A small house. A forgettable job. A second chance he doesn't think he deserves. He's not here for redemption. He's here to survive. Painting steadies his hands; college keeps him moving. Until history class threatens to unravel him, and you appear. A volunteer tutor, patient, gentle, and impossibly stubborn. You treat him like he's human, not a stranger haunted by shadows. He keeps his distance at first. Short answers. Guarded glances. Walls built from knowing exactly what happens when people get too close. But you don't push. And that's worse. Slowly, silence cracks. Words become warmth, warmth becomes something dangerous. You start to see him, the version the world left behind. And Jean knows how this ends. The truth about Marco Bodt isn't a story. It's a fracture that never healed. And some fractures leave marks no one else should find. The closer you get, the more he realizes he doesn't want you to leave. And maybe, that's the most dangerous thing of all. ˙⋆✮ This story contains mature and potentially distressing themes, including depictions of violence, references to past trauma, and explicit sexual content. It also addresses homophobia and its emotional impact. Reader discretion is advised. Please take care while reading. ˙⋆✮ Rankings 1 in #marcobodt 1 in #kirstein 2 in #excon

[Jean Kirstein x Reader] College AU ╔══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╗ For twelve long years, she has fought against Jean Kirstein, the brilliant, insufferable academic rival who seems to always be one step ahead. Their rivalry is a quiet storm, the kind that brews in classrooms and library corners, sharp words and silent glances exchanged across chalkboards. She has never needed anyone, least of all him, until now. Desperate to pass Calculus, a subject she has long avoided, she swallows her pride and turns to him for help. It's not easy, surrendering to a man who knows her every weakness, her every flaw, and yet, as they spend late nights in the glow of desk lamps, something shifts between them. In the space between lessons and equations, an unexpected friendship is born-fragile at first, like the delicate curve of an unsolved formula. But as the days pass, it grows, complicated and tender, until the lines between competition and affection blur. [Caution] Drugs, smoking, cursing, ect