More Marcel/Bertholdt in the roommate exes AU cos why not
Bertholdt practically jumped out of his seat when he heard Marcel’s distinguished knock on his door– 3 frantic knocks followed by quieter two– and as he swung the door open, he felt his lips stretch into a wide grin as he took in the sight of his boyfriend, flecks of snow still gathered in his raven locks and shoulders.
“You have snow in your hair.” Bertholdt giggled, not helping himself.
“I do?” Marcel frowned before dusting his hair off, ruffling it even more than it already is. Bertholdt bit back a laugh and the urge to muss it.
“Your shoulders too.” Bertholdt cleared his throat before reaching forward and clearing off his boyfriend’s shoulders of any residual snow. “You know I don’t mind but, Reiner can be bit neurotic when it comes to the apartment's cleanliness .”
“I suppose your roommate is home then.” Marcel refused to meet his gaze.
“Yes, he is.” Bertholdt sighed a bit overdramatically. He had dropped subtle hints that Reiner should leave the place for him so he could have his introvert-friendly cinema date. His efforts were in vain and Bertholdt couldn’t decide whether the blond is merely dense or was sabotaging his plans for the evening on purpose. Marcel was not so equally torn on the matter when he asked next:
“Couldn’t he like, leave the apartment? It's Saturday night.”
“I don’t know.” Bertholdt shrugged. When Marcel arched an eyebrow at him, his shoulders slumped, “look, yes we’re close friends but how he spends his evening is none of my business. Plus, this is his apartment– I'm a temporary roommate until I find a place that doesn’t bleed all my savings.” Bertholdt’s voice dropped an octave, taking in that sultry tone he knew drove Marcel insane, “I promised you a trip to Greece this summer, remember?”
“You can live with me.” Marcel suggested, looking hopeful. Bertholdt tried not to groan; they had had this conversation countless of times now.
“Porco lives with you, and no offense to your brother, living with my ex is much more bearable.”
“Just saying, but I can still hook Porco up with Reiner.”
“It’d be like hooking Reiner up with a girl–”
“Last I checked, Porco isn’t a girl.”
“–it won’t work, ever. They had one drunken incident and it had been a trial for them to get over the awkwardness. I’m not keen on a repetition and neither are they.”
“Fine.” Marcel finally acquiesced and Bertholdt grinned in triumph. “Can we now go inside? I know you’re a human furnace but it’s freezing in the hallway.”
“We most certainly can.” Bertholdt sing-sung, feeling chipper again. Marcel might have his doubts, and if Bertholdt was being honest, he did too.
However, as Reiner hugged Marcel in greetings before announcing to them that he would make them dinner– dinner as in, a very exquisite, and exotic three-course meal they won’t have to pay a cent for and that would make Bertholdt owe Reiner one– he knew for certain that any lingering doubts they both might have went out of the window.
He has known Reiner ever since he was a kid, dated him for a wonderful year before, even if it had been rough at the end. He knew in his heart that no matter what, Reiner would never hurt him.
No matter what, he was and will always be his best friend who’d do anything to make sure he was happy.
