bertl-the-warrior
The moment Reiner called his name, holding on his other shoulder, the taller boy made a slight jump, surprised by that reaction and starting to regret to even open his mouth that night. Reiner needed to know and at the same time the taller of them thought it was best to let things stay for now, but of course, all his worries can end up being true if he just let the blonde boy get more and more away from him.
He was looking to a side again, wanting to be swallowed by earth instead of talk about something so hurtful, his heart aching because Reiner was solost with this, and that only meant one thing: he had no idea about what he was doing. The green eyed boy was now even more worried, he wasn’t sure what he preffered more, his friend enjoying all of this and getting closer tot he others willingly or… wathever this was being.
Reiner wasn’t fine.
That was a thought that scared Bertholdt more than anything, Reiner meant the world to him since kids and seeing him so lost, making him know that he wasn’t remembering about how he was getting further from him… it hurt.
He squeezed his hand back, eyes moving slowly back to those golden ones that were always able to soothe him, and they did now, not as easily as other times, but it was enough to make him think correctly again.
It was the moment Bertholdt opened his mouth to speak back that the other leaned that close, mouth closing in surprise and lips pressing against each other, feeling how his whole body trembled and reacted in such a nervous and unsettling way. Was this… alright?
When his childhood friend spoke again, his own face completely red, he was only able to nod lightly, feeling already at his own limit once more.
“Yes…” mumbled, his body trembling once more and then he teared up, not even sure why, right now he was feeling confused too, and scared. Nothing of that was new on him.
He moved a hand to caress his own lips slowly as the tears fell down his face, remembering how good it actually felt, something he once thought about and he never expected to feel this incredible.
“I know, I know you’ll try… b-but don’t worry, I’ll bring you back as many times needed… I promise” his voice low and soft, this was now a really touchy subject, Reiner drifting away form himself promised to be something really rought, but this kiss made the taller of them know that wathever was about to come for them, they would be together in anything. They would pull each other other from any situation.
A kiss.
Werent’s kisses something more intimate?
Was this really ok?
He heard once, between some boys, a conversation about how gross was to see two boys acting like a normal pairing would, having a relationship, kissing or having sex, it was wrong, repulsive… was it really? Bertholdt never questioned himself anything of that, he actually didn’t care about other people’s lives to the point were relationships never raised questions on him.
But was this really ok? Thinking about his friend the way he did sometimes? Receiving this kiss from him? Was this kiss even something more than a reassuring gesture?
Ah, there he was again, questioning everything. He was just so nervous.
“I know I won’t lose you, because I’ll get back for you, I owe you my whole life…” mumbled slowly moving his eyes away, but soon returning them to Reiner’s, his hands both holding his friend’s.
“I know you told me to stop apologizing… but sorry for sayign all of that, you know I tend to overthink… today you just caught me in my worst” once more he pulled a little smile, trying to stop the tears from falling taking a deep breath, leaning closer to the stronger male until resting his forehead on his shoulder, too shy and full of questions to go for a kiss or even ask about it.
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ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵗᵉᵃʳᶠᵘᶫ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈ,ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈᶰ’ᵗ ᵈᵒᶰᵉ ˢᶦᶰᶜᵉ ᶜʰᶦᶫᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ⋅ ᴬᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ, ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⋅ ᵀʰᵉᶰ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰ ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ’ˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ʰᵃᵈᶰ’ᵗ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ˢᵒ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵉᶦᵗʰᵉʳ⋅
ᵂʰᵉᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈᵗ ʷᵉᶰᵗ ᶦᶰᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵗᵃᶦᶫ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢᶰ’ᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᶰʸᵐᵒʳᵉ, ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵗᵒᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇᶫᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒʸ’ˢ⋅ ᴴᵒʷ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒᶰᶜᵉʳᶰᵉᵈ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦˢˢᶦᵒᶰ⋅ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᶫᵃᶰᵏʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᵃᵈᶦᶰᵍ ʰᶦᵐ ᵃ ᶠᶦᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰᵃᶫ ᶰᵒᵛᵉᶫ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵒᶠ⋅ ᴴᵉ ʰᵃᵈᶰ’ᵗ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵒᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢᶰ’ᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒᶰˢᶜᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵈᵉᶜᶦˢᶦᵒᶰ⋅⋅⋅ᶦᵗ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵃᵗ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉᶰᵈᶦᶰᵍ⋅ ᴵᵗ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉᶰᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵃᶰᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ﹔ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃᶫᶫʸ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃᶫᶦᵗʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉᶫᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᵗᵃᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒᶫᶫᶦᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵐᶦᶰᵈᶫᵉˢˢ ᵖᵘᵖᵖᵉᵗ⋅ ᵀʰᶦˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵈᵉᶜᶦᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶰᵒʷ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵉᵉᶫᶦᶰᵍˢ⋅ ᴼʳ ʷᵃˢ ᶦᵗ﹖ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈˢ ˢᶦᶰᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶜʰᶦᶫᵈʳᵉᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶜʳʸᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶰ ʰᶦˢ ˢʰᵒᵘᶫᵈᵉʳ⋅⋅⋅ ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ ᵈᶦᵈᶰ’ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᶦᶠ ᵗᵉᶫᶫᶦᶰᵍ ʰᶦᵐ ᶰᵒʷ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈ ᵇᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵖʳᶦᵃᵗᵉ⋅ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈᵗ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ﹖ ᴴᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇᶫʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ﹖ ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈᶰ’ᵗ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉˢᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵉᵃʳᶫᶦᵉʳ⋅ ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʷᵃˢᶰ’ᵗ⁻
ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰ⋅⋅⋅ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʰᵉ ᵃᶫʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ﹖
ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵇᵒʸ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈᶰ’ᵗ ʳᵉˢᶦˢᵗ⋅ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᶦᶰᶰᶦᶰᵍ ᵃ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵉᶰᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᵖᵒᶫᵒᵍʸ ᶦᶰᵗᵒ ʰᶦˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵍʳᵉᵉᶰ ˢʰᶦʳᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ᵃᶫʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᶠᵉᵉᶫ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᶫᵗʸ ᶠᶫᵘᶦᵈ ᶫᵉᵃᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶦᵗ⋅
ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ ᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉʳᶫʸ ᶫᶦᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈ’ᵗ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ,ᵐᵃᵏᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵃˢ ˢᶫᵒʷ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶫᵉ⁻ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈᵗ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ʰᶦˢ ᶫᵒᵒˢᵉ ʰᵒᶫᵈ ᶦᶠ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᶫᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵗᵃᶫᶦᵃᵗᵉ⁻ʷʰᵉᶰ ᶰᵒ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉᶰᵗ ᵈᶦˢᵗᵘʳᵇᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉˢᵗᵘʳᵉ ᴿᵉᶦᶰᵉʳ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒᶫᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶫᶦᵖˢ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˢ ᶫᵒᶰᵍ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶫᵉ⋅
“ᴵ⋅⋅⋅ˢᵃᶦᵈ⋅⋅⋅ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵃᵖᵒᶫᵒᵍᶦᶻᶦᶰᵍ⋅⋅⋅” ᴴᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉᶻᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᶦʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᑫᵘᶦᶜᵏᶫʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶰᵉʳᵍʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵐᶦʳᵏ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳʷᵃʳᵈˢ⋅ “ᴵ ᶫᶦᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒ⋅ ᴵ ᵃᶫʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ⋅ "ᴵ⋅⋅⋅⋅” ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶰᵒʷ ᵒʳ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ⋅ ᵂʰᵒ ᵏᶰᵉʷ ʷʰᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᴮᵉʳᵗʰᵒᶫᵈᵗ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇᶫᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰᶦᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶰᵉˣᵗ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ˢᶫᶦᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᶦᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵛᵒᶦᵈ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃᶫᶫᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵏᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃᶫᶦᵗʸ⋅ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶰᵒʷ ᵒʳ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ⋅ ᴴᵉ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉᶫᶫ ʰᶦᵐ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰ⋅
ᴺᵒʷ ᵒʳ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ⋅⋅⋅
“ᴵ⋅ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ⋅ ʸᵒᵘ⋅”
