#jean kirsteni

[crisalidaseason]

Heeyy you! 😽 is Cris your name? Wasn't sure if it was a name, anyway. First I wanted to say that I'm so happy to find your blog, it's hard to see something other than smut or triggering content and your writing is godsend. What's your rules about request? Of it's okay would you write something with jean and sensitive reader? like she cries about pretty much anything and has a strong sense of justice but only jean understands her?

Hello dear! Yes, you can call me Cris/Crisalida, it is a name. I am the one who is happy that my fics resonate with you. I posted my rules here, you can check it out later, anon friend. I will shut up and start you request, hope you enjoy it!!

Hovering

Pair: Jean Kirstein x Sensitive, Fem! Reader Warnings: crying, implied bullying

Inspo music: My down to earth lover by blackbriar

Jean is also a little sensitive himself, he was raised by a loving mother after all. But he has some issues expressing those feelings to people other than his mom, he doesn't know how to be vulnerable in front of other people.

When he meet you, he was a little surprised by how your feelings would be so bluntly displayed. Your tears came easy and for many reasons. He also noticed how much of those tears were result of your strong sense of justice. You often cried of rage whenever something unfair happened, and unfair things happened often in the corps.

He watched as the other cadets and even captains scorned you, underestimating your abilities just because you react strongly to certain situations. He, on the other hand, thought your sensitivity was a sign of your truthfulness.

The first time the two of you spoke is after Marco's death. You were not close to the freckled boy, but you mourned him and the other dead ones openly. You gave Jean a word of condolence and he was never able to forget the tears opening paths on your dusty face. He felt as if you genuinely saw his grief, as if you could feel exactly how painful it was.

Jean connected to you fast, and so did you. He was the first person that saw past your tears, understanding what caused them in the first place. He would offer comfort when you wanted, even if he was awkward at first. He would teach a lesson to anyone who dared to mock you.

He loved your sense of justice because he has a strong one too. It was hard for people to deal with Jean's morals, often his hesitation to do something he considered bad would hinder missions. You were the only one who genuinely understood the struggle and also tried you hardest to advise him.

The days you were particularly more shaken, he would offer company and even get Sasha to seal a treat from the kitchens or, if he had any money, he would offer to take you to a fair nearby. All he wanted was to make you smile.

When he finally felt comfortable opening up to you, the connection between the two of you was unbreakable. It was as if you knew exactly what he needed when the nightmares or the stress got to him. The two of you even had crying sessions together, it was therapeutic.