#kevjean

[macaulaytwins]

“A Primer for the Small Weird Loves”, Richard Siken // The Sunshine Court, Nora Sakavic

[foxesandrabbits]

jean taking care of kevin when riko destroyed his hand (extra content) vs kevin checking out the injuries of jean’s hand after leaving the nest (the sunshine court)

I am not the same I was before thinking about these parallels. For so long, they were the only ones they could trust, having an almost achingly sad rutine just to make sure the other one is still alive, that everything can be put together again. The familiarity with which Kevin checks out Jean’s hand is enough to make me sob if I think about it too much.

[parasocialqueen]

unhinged/painful thoughts after rereading the banquet scene in trk with tsc and my love for jean in mind :

- jean being a little shit saying “hmm, you don’t look much like a Neil”

- the whole, Jean looked at Kevin. “Hello Kevin.” & “Jean.” Kevin said quietly. & how “Neither of them had anything else to say to each other but they stared each other down unblinkingly.” PAIN

- Andrew calling Jean “Jean Valjean” and Jean huffing in annoyance, then Andrew saying we haven’t met yet and Jean being the little shit he is replying “For which I am grateful.” MY CONTRARY CHILDREN I LOVE THEM

- “Fun is for children.” ☹️ jean my love ur making me cry

- perfectly in character with jean’s bi panic in tsc, jean forgets how to speak when he sees a beautiful person (renee)

- “You won’t stay.” It sounded less like a prediction and more like an order. THE KEVJEAN PAIN IN THIS SCENE HURTS ME SO BAD

- JEAN AND KEVIN ARGUING IN QUICK AND FURIOUS FRENCH

- “Run along,” Jean said. “It’s what you’re best at isn’t it?” Ik this was directed at Neil but the sadistic side of me believes it was also aimed at Kevin

[itseyaaaa]

here's how i associate colours with TSC characters:

JEREMY KNOX - yellow

JEAN MOREAU - dark blue

KEVIN DAY - green

CATALINA ALVAREZ - red

LAILA DERMOTT - purple

RENEE WALKER - pastel rainbow

[aceass1n]

THE SUNSHINE COURT SPOILERS!!!!!

Imagine how much it'll hurt Kevin when he realizes

a) How much Jean treasured that one bear magnet Kevin got him and

b) The fact that the ravens destroyed it just because Jean treasured it

He sees the shattered halves of it and he can't help but think that he never gave Jean a single thing that didn't become a weapon turned against Jean.

[creepy-little-goalkeeper]

KEVJEAN AS A SINGLE TAYLOR SWIFT BRIDGE: IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—

Okay but seriously, I know people have been having fun assigning this album to their fav fictional characters, but I was stopped dead in my tracks listening to this because—HELLO JEAN AND KEVIN

The passion/vitriol with which this whole bridge is delivered just SCREAMS Jean Moreau and his desperate heartbreak over this man

[moreau29]

jean moreau, 29

kevin day, 2

renee walker, 9

jeremy knox, 11

2+9=29 2+9=11

don’t fucking talk to me rn i’m-

[overwroughtafterthought]

Tears of Gold by Faouzia is sooooo Kevjean coded

[nspolaris]

listening to I'm Your Man by Mitski and oh my god is it kevjean from Kevin's POV

[prostolita]

Sweet and dark

Kevin/Jean won the poll. It came out a little short and blurry, but considering my mood today, it's fine.

[Summary: Kevin is a professional athlete, and Jean is his manager. They had just moved in together and Jean decided to cook breakfast for them.

P.S. Kevin is taking care of Jean. ]

Kevin gently squeezes his hands and strokes his icy knuckles with his thumb. Jean winces at the awkwardness and silence that hangs between them.

Kevin is wearing a gray oversized T-shirt and black shorts, his hair is tousled, and his face is still swollen from sleep. They are standing near the stove, where the water is still boiling in the pot. Kevin gives him a stern look and reaches for the temperature switch. The stove turns off. Dan rolls his eyes in displeasure, but one of his hands is still in Day's palm.

— You shouldn't have done it alone. 

Kevin pulls Jean towards him. His velvety voice caresses the ear, and Moreau succumbs to this temptation.

— It's not that bad, it's okay. 

Jean is moving, but Kevin catches his movements and holds him in one place.

Jean's hands are pale, but the places where the hot water got into are red. Kevin touches the burns, and Jean flinches slightly. They go to the medicine cabinet, Moreau frowns as Kevin takes out the ointment for burns. He's not used to it, he's not ready. His hands are shaking, either from pain or excitement. Jean sits straight, not moving. He looks at Kevin, who is standing unusually close.

Jean is his manager, they have known each other for many years. However, now he's also Kevin's boyfriend. Now they live together.

— Next time, wake me up, I'll help.

— I can make breakfast myself.

Jean gets angry and mutters French obscenities under his breath.

— I'm not saying you're helpless, I just want to be there for you. I want to spend this morning with you.

For Jean, who had been used for most of his life, these words were unusual. He didn't know what caring was, he didn't know what it was like to live and not think you were a thing. Kevin clings to Jean's arms. He gently kisses his knuckles and hides his face in the Frenchman's hands.

— I'm here for you.

Jean looks into his emerald eyes. He swallows all his inner resentments and shoves them as deep as possible. He was tired of Kevin taking care of him. He thinks he doesn't deserve it.

- I know.

Jean answers in a hoarse voice, turning his face away. He knows that if he looks too long into the green abyss of other people's eyes, he will soon drown. - I know.  — He repeats again.

Kevin gets up and sits down next to Jean. This time his hands are clutching the Frenchman's cheeks. Jean is his personal gray-eyed savior, and Kevin wishes him well. He leans forward and leaves a light kiss on Moreau's forehead.

—I shouldn't have left you there.

Kevin says it softly, but he knows Jean can hear him. — I should have taken you with me."

The Frenchman's voice is trembling, and his eyes are still wet with salt.

He berates himself for his weakness and snuggles up to Kevin, just like in the good old days. He is looking for support and is afraid that nk will get it.

Kevin puts his arm around Jean's shoulders and rests his chin on top of his head.

— You shouldn't have gone through all this. I'm sorry.

- I know.

Jean whispers back again. — I've forgiven you.

— No, you don't have to. Don't say goodbye.

Kevin is shaking. Guilt overwhelms him in a huge wave. — I should have stayed with you.

He is rudely interrupted. Jean pushes him away and puts her hands on his chest. Their gazes cross, and Kevin sees tears streaming down Moro's cheeks. Day opens his mouth again, but this time Jean shuts it up.

Their lips touch, and Jean completely leans on Kevin, lowering him onto the couch. He's lying on top, and Kevin's arms are wrapped around his waist. Jean can feel his heart beating, and the ringing in his ears tells him that Kevin's heart is beating in the same rhythm. Jean puts his hands on Kevin's soft chest, and Kevin laughs.

Day kisses Jean on the nose, on the cheek, on the chin. He kisses his neck and squeezes his hands, touching Moreau. Jean smiles. Kevin is to blame for this.

It's always Kevin's fault that Moreau gets happier. He gives him care and time, he gives him something that won't go away. It won't slip out of your hands. Jean kisses him again. He puts all his feelings into the kiss, and Kevin accepts them.

They kiss, long and gently. Kevin wraps him in warmth and comfort. Their apartment is not yet equipped, but in one morning it becomes their home. Warm and dear.

When they pull away from each other, Kevin makes breakfast and promises Jean that this will be the best day in the world. The space is instantly filled with the enchanting aroma of coffee. Jean picks up a hot cup and takes a sip. He never drank coffee, he didn't even have an opinion about taste. However, he knows for sure that this coffee is his favorite.

Kevin puts his arm around his waist and pulls him onto his lap. Jean feels softness and sweetness. For the first time, he's glad he's awake.

Jean Moreau was a raven, he did not know what love, friendship and home were. No one has ever needed him. He was broken.

He was loved now. Now he was on his way to work and thought he wanted to go home.

To where he was finally expected.

[realgansey]

“He needed to know what Nathaniel was saying in this historic moment.”

Meanwhile Neil

[foxesandrabbits]

kevin refusing to teach nicky french (the foxhole court) vs jean refusing to teach jeremy french (the sunshine court)

Listen, I know that Kevin refusing to teach Nicky might be just because it would serve no purpose while playing Exy so he doesn't even think about it (though why did it matter to Kevin that Jean taught him french when he didn't need it is a good question),

But I like to think that both Kevin and Jean refusing to teach other people something that was only theirs is their way to keep whatever they had alive, to hold onto each other when they can't do it physically.

(I do think Jean is going to inevitably be teaching Jeremy french at some point but, I was rereading the books yesterday and this just hit me)

[thepriceofsurvival]

Beneath the clothes were his few personal possessions: namely, postcards and magnets Kevin had bought him while on the road with Riko for press events.

Jean’s favorite, a small wooden bear with a red beret […]

[ariessential]

Tsc is the literary equivalent of Andrew hitting Neil with a racket 2 sec into first meeting him

[pepeshka]

a welcome third

[jeansyvesmoreau]

no because like. he taught him french and it would be their little secret. they had each other when it felt like there was no one else. kevin saw nothing but the court and jean had given up on hoping for more than that years ago. he got punished because he let kevin go. he hates him now. they can hardly speak civilly to each other now. kevin gave him a place with the trojans. they were "tight". he sent him postcards and souvenirs and jean kept them all. he knew better than to look at another man too long and how appropriate, how in character that a pretty face had fucked him over yet again. he wished a thousand painful deaths upon the foxes' queen for just minding his own business. he ran messages between him and his gf. he slit his throat on the way out. once upon a time jean would do anything for kevin and kevin knew it.