bertall | Iɴʙᴏx ✉ Vɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ Rᴏᴀᴅ

Yeah.

[What else is he supposed to do in here? Think about the Jennies and their pointed hints that more of those cranberry scones would be much appreciated?]

Yeah, I've been thinking about it, and...

[Jean swallows.]

I know I'm not Reiner, and it wouldn't be the same, but... but I think I want to try it?

_{[This kills the man.]}

I-I... You're really sure?

_{[Really, really, absolutely sure, Jean?]}

Yes.

[But then Jean looks away, and the doubt creeps back in.]

But, um... it's going to take awhile. Like, it won't work the first time. Because, well...

[Because you're huge, baby. They've only gotten to the cuddle, smooching, and over-clothes frotting stages, but that's enough for Jean to know that a.) he wants more, and b.) Bertolt is hung like a fucking horse and there's no way he's taking that up the ass the first time around.]

I know.

_{[He remembers the Colossal Titan jokes back in the communal showers! He definitely remembers them, and it's almost enough for Bertolt to drop his own gaze.

But this was important.]}

We could also, uh... I could do it first? And... we could figure out ways to make it work the other way.

_{[That way they could both have a little fun! And they'd also have something to do while they did work on that 'big' issue. It's a curse, honestly.]}

You... you'd let me...?

[Holy shit. Give Jean a few moments to process all this. He had, weirdly enough, never considered that Bertolt might be the one to, for lack of a better word, be the girl.]

That... oh, damn.

[Yeah, he likes the idea. He very, very much likes this idea.]

Why wouldn't I?

_{[It's a little embarrassing to think about, but he's genuinely curious.]}

I've only ever done it one way before, but... I think I know what to do.

Because... I don't know?

[This is very embarrassing to talk about! They should have just boned without a plan, take the 'see what happens' approach.]

I always figured... I thought it would be me who would... you know.

[Spoilers: he very much likes the idea, but the logistics are a little boggling.]

_{[At least it makes things less weird when it does happen! Maybe. Who knows with that sort of stuff.]}

W-We can do that too! It's... I'd like it but it's like you said, it'll take awhile.

_{[If Jean got hurt, Bertolt would feel incredibly bad about the whole thing.]}

I'm okay with taking our time. I promise.

It'll definitely take awhile.

[Have you seen your dong lately, Bertolt? It's ridiculous.]

But I'm... yeah.

[Jean laughs, and then groans. A few of the Voltorbs wake up and crackle grumpily at the sound.]

I need to get out of here. I miss you so much.

_{[His titan isn't the only thing that's colossal, Jean!]}

I'd say I could sneak over to the window but I think it's a little too high for both of us.

_{[Not to mention it'd be pretty suspicious if a Jenny found Bertolt standing on the back of his Aggron peering into the cells.]}

Is there any chance they'd reduce your sentence?

[He knows. He definitely knows. Not about the titan, obviously, but the other Colossal thing.]

No, they'd notice you. And then we'd both be in trouble.

[Jean sighs, smiling a little sadly.]

Probably not. But a plate of those cranberry scones you make and some fresh coffee would likely net you some longer visiting hours.

How many plates do you think I'd need to get an extra hour? Maybe I could try bribing them with Marcel, too. They seem to like him.

_{[And having him as collateral would show that he wouldn't be getting up to no good, right?]}

Two or three. And yeah, bring Marcel. They like using him to work with their police pups.

[Most of which are Marcel's puppies, anyway.]

Distract them with food and fluff so we can have some extra time.

I'll bring four, just so we can see what we can get away with.

_{[Maybe they'll be extra, extra nice and let him stay the night too, even if it's in their break room.

And then, a thought--]}

You think you'll be out before your birthday?

That'll work. Four plates of scones and your sad, puppy-dog eyes and they'll be convinced.

[For at least a couple hours of looking the other way.]

I should be, yeah. They keep complaining about all the Voltorbs and running out of room, so they want to get rid of me.

[And Jean has, for all intents and purposes, been a model prisoner. He's quiet, polite, has been helping rebuild the wall, and his handsome boyfriend brings scones and coffee. They've also enjoyed having FCAB parked right outside the jail.]

Maybe next time they'll arrest someone who doesn't have a disgruntled Electrode and a small army of Voltorb.

_{[Bertolt sets the gear down for a moment - just long enough to carefully move his Purrloin - and moves to sit up against the wall.]}

Is there anything you want for it? Any sort of special cake? Dinner?

I think they've learned their lesson.

[Jean sits up too, shifting his green monkey down onto his lap. The black Oricorio wakes up and hops onto his shoulder, pecking lazily at his hair.]

I just want to sleep in my own bed again. With you.

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DW stop eating tags pls >:( is v rood

so rood

super duper rood

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