#jeanbert

Day 8 - multiples (finally did a kinktober list prompt!)

This is my favorite poly ship of all time, they would balance each other so nicely!

remember the first berujean week that’s almost exactly an entire year ago? the one that happened about 365 days in the past? yeah well, i’m finally posting something for the last prompt i had to do. this has actually been in my drafts for about a year as well, but it’s very.. different from what i normally do so i was very unsure about it. however, the berujean tag has been way too inactive lately so i decided to say what the heck and just post it. enjoy, i guess

You are lying on the bed, long limbs curled up, your face half hidden in the pillow you’re holding. Sometimes you can look so small. I’m always surprised by that.

Your eyes are shut, but I know you’re awake because you never lie this still when you’re asleep.  

“Jean,” you mumble, and I hum in response, tracing my fingers along your spine. You shuffle a bit, trying to get rid of the tickling feeling.

“Do you ever think about-,” you start, but then you fall quiet again. It’s how I know you’re about to say something personal. You always get insecure when you talk about personal things.

I drop my hand on the bed and fold my legs, waiting for you to regain your courage. It doesn’t take you very long anymore. We’ve been together like this for a while now.

“Do you ever think about birds?” You finally ask, and this is not at all what I expected you to say.

“What?” I say, and you turn your head further into the pillow. Your neck is red, so I know you’re blushing anyway.

I let out my breath through my nose, unfold my legs so I can lie in front of you on the bed. It’s a little awkward, but it fits. Sort of.

“Bertl,” I mutter when you keep hiding. “What do you mean?”

I manage to unclasp your hand from the pillow, and I play with your fingers for a while. They’re long and slender, like everything about you. It makes it easy to forget how strong you are.

“It’s silly,” you finally speak, and carefully peek at me from under your eyelashes.

“I’m sure it isn’t,” I respond, and lace my fingers through yours. I watch as you bite your lip, knowing I won’t have to wait long until you’ll speak again.

“I just. Sometimes I think about how different it must be,” you whisper, squeezing my fingers but not looking at me. “Having wings,” you add. “We can climb trees or stand on top of buildings, but it’s different. You can always fall down.”

I frown, not sure what you’re trying to say.

“Birds never worry about falling.”

It’s quiet for a long time, because I’m not sure what to say to you, what you expect me to answer. You turn your head back into the pillow, looking as if you want to crawl into the mattress and not come back. I squeeze your hand when you try to pull it back from me. I’m hoping you understand I’m quiet because I’m trying to think about my words before speaking - something that has never really been my strong suit.

“Does that mean you worry a lot about falling?” I eventually settle on asking. It’s quiet again, until you turn on your side (I’m glad you finally look at me again, you’re so insecure sometimes). “Maybe,” you mutter in response. I want to fold my body around you, make you feel a little more safe. I don’t.

“We’re so fragile,” you whisper, looking at me. I can see the worry in your eyes, in the wrinkles on your forehead. I’m not sure what suddenly caused you to think about this , or if it’s something you’ve been thinking about for a while but were too afraid to voice until now.

“Armin told me birds have hollow bones,” I tell you, rubbing my thumb across the back of your hand. “So they can stay in the air.”

I crawl over the mattress until I’m next to you again, and we’re lying face to face.

berujean week has officially begun and what better way to start it than with some lowkey angst! this is unbeta’ed and barely proofread because i have v little time today oops, but i hope you guys’ll enjoy anyway!

The sky is dark, the stars covered by a thick veil of black smoke, the air filled with harsh sobs and shaking breath. It’s the night where Jean learns, for the first time, that there is nothing quite as strong as the smell of burning corpses. The fact that some of the bodies have lain in the sun for an entire day before being piled up probably doesn’t make it any better. The smell clogs up his nose, makes it impossible to think about anything else. It’s so thick he can almost feel it pressing against his skin, though that might be the heat of the fire as well.

There’s still some ash clinging to his hands, but he doesn’t want to wipe it against his trousers. It seems a little disrespectful. So he leaves it be, and wonders if this night will be something that’s going to stay with him forever, or if it will eventually just be one of many bad memories. After all, he’s sure that this won’t be the last time he will lose a friend. It’s common knowledge that on most missions the Survey Corpse returns to the walls more dead than alive. He has seen the haunted looks on their faces every time they come back. Staring at the bonfire, he can’t help but wonder if his decision to join them is suicide.

The heat of the fire on his skin suddenly feels like too much, the smell making it a little too hard to breathe, so he turns around and starts walking. It’s not very difficult to slip away; everyone is too caught up in their own grief to wonder where a skinny 15 year old might be going. He keeps his eyes cast downward, watching as the brown earth beneath his feet slowly turns into green grass covered in dew. He thinks he can still hear the crackling of the fire, but he doesn’t know for certain if it’s not just in his head. The fire is far behind him now, and when he looks up he can see the night sky again.

He jolts a little when he hears someone’s heavy breathing, realising he’s not alone here. He looks around, confused, until he spots Bertholdt lying on the ground a few metres away from him. Even though he doesn’t give any sign that he’s heard Jean, he knows he must have; it’s so quiet around here that Jean’s footsteps seem very loud.

He hesitates only for a moment, before he slowly makes his way toward him. He looks down again, noticing the tips of his boots are wet by now. Bertl looks up at him, his face a mixture of sorrow and something else.

‘Hey, Jean,’ he says after a beat of silence.

Jean gestures to the ground next to him. ‘Can I join you?’ he asks.

‘The grass is wet,’ Bertl warns him, but Jean is already kneeling down, stretching out his body next to Bertholdt. Bertl was right about the grass, and he can feel the dampness seeping into his clothes. He doesn’t mind, though. It’s almost nice after having stood in front of the fire for so long.

They’re both silent for a while, and Jean wants to ask him why he’s here, why he was lying on the ground, but he isn’t sure how to do that. The silence feels too heavy to lift on his own.

He’s still trying to figure out what to say when Bertl breaks the silence himself.

‘I’m sorry,’ is what he says, and Jean is so surprised by those words that he turns his head to the side so he can look at him. Bertholdt is still staring at the sky, a small frown pulling his eyebrows together.

‘Why?’ Jean asks, scanning Bertl’s face. Bertholdt wets his lips a little, but he doesn’t look at Jean when he speaks.

‘I know you cared for him.’

Jean turns his head away again, staring at the stars visible through wisps of black smoke. His chest feels heavy.

‘I did,’ he answers, because he isn’t sure what else he’s supposed to say. He doesn’t know why Bertl brings it up either. They are silent again, and it doesn’t feel like a comfortable one like it normally does between them. Jean is desperate to change the subject, and because his thoughts are on Marco no matter what, the only thing he can come up with is, ‘you can see Orion from here.’

He can hear Bertl turning his head towards him, but he doesn’t look. Instead he points his finger to the sky, drawing a line between the three stars shining next to each other.

‘That part is supposed to be the belt,’ he explains. ‘It’s an easy one to spot, because the four stars around it form a rectangle.’

Just when Jean thinks he isn’t listening, Bertl speaks up.

‘I think I can see it.’

Jean can feel a weak smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and he points out another constellation. He remembers the nights, very long ago, where he would do this with his mom. It’s why he knows so many of them; she always used to take him outside in the middle of the night to tell stories about fallen heroes and beautiful women.

He also remembers nights where he’d look for the same constellations on the skin of Marco’s back, painting freckles together with the tip of his finger. This is different, of course, because even from here they can still smell the burning, can still see some of the smoke covering up the stars above them.

{ @bertholdturtle }

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - SEND MY CHARACTER A ❤ AND I’LL FILL IN THE FORM OF WHAT MY CHARACTER WOULD DO WITH YOURS.BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning| Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex |Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Jean likes to use what Bertl has dubbed “The Kirschtein Pout™” whenever he wants something. He’s too lazy to get up to make himself some cocoa? Out comes the pout and Bertl can’t help but do whatever he asks. He wants to watch his favorite movie even though they’ve watched it every night that week? Out comes the pout and Bertl reluctantly gets up to put the movie in.

Hello fellow berujean shippers! Once again, a berujean week is in the works! Myself ( @kirschbooty ) and @bodtandbooks are working on it but we need prompts/themes for the days! It’ll be open to both canon and AU entries so your theme ideas can be varied!

Posts for berujean week should be tagged as berujean week; you can also tag this blog so that I can reblog it.

Also, tentative dates for this week are: February 28th-March 5th, March 6th-March 12th, and March 13th-March 19th.