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Jean Kirstein x fem!reader, regency a.u.
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your life had always been under some guise, had always been a performance of one show or another. what good can a run-away artist amount to? at the very least, your life was better played in your hands than anyone else's.
but this stranger's hands were warm and calloused and dirtied with charcoal. your plans change because of him, and for once, you find yourself glad for that fact.
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warnings : angst, hurt/comfort, some historical inaccuracies but we do it For The Plot, mentions of sickness, death of loved ones, class differences. warnings will also be put up chapter-wise.
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this fic is inspired by
* summer by ratboiradio , eldia by yagamisdiary , season two of bridgerton, pride and prejudice (2005) *
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Family was a common drive in young cadets, and this was especially the case for you. You sacrificed a risk-free life to help your ill mother get the care she deserved, in hopes of moving her into the interior. You were a hot-headed trainee, and quickly claimed your spot in the top ten alongside your airhead of a companion, Jean Kirstein. Since you were both very opinionated people, you'd butt heads often, but always managed to push your grudges aside to express your love for each other. Enduring ups and downs, you end up facing a dreadful decision that would make or break your future.