#furiia

[armatii]

👫 + Warrior AU

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship || @furiia

Eren’s influence encouraged Reiner to stand up for himself more as a child, kickstarting a willingness to fight his own battles, and to help Eren in return.

The pair of them are a terrible twosome and this continues when they’re older, too. No matter how much either of them might mellow out over time, the mischievous streak is still there in both of them. Whether it’s inside jokes at the expense of others or excessively loud and obnoxious sex to annoy Zeke, they’ve still got it.

They don’t talk about their feelings as much as they probably should, but there’s an unspoken understanding about most things; what they experienced on Paradis, memory-induced nightmares, or the looming dread that their shortened lifespan brings—both of them know how it feels, and they don’t need words to share that.

Eren is the single person Reiner trusts most in this world; he trusts him with his secret surrounding his heritage, and that’s as good as trusting him with his life, because that secret could cost him his life.

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@armatii / @furiia​

“Alright, Eight and Five. We’re on breakfast duty this morning so get your respectively ranked asses out of bed this instant. And I swear upon the Walls, you better be wearing pants under there.”

[armatii]

@furiia

🛡—;; After shoving the last of his textbooks back inside his backpack, he hoisted the heavy bag onto his shoulder, carrying it with a lone strap. He was certain the damn thing never got any easier to carry.

Reiner strode out of the lecture hall behind his classmates and began his slow walk out of the building, long legs carrying him down the numerous flights of stairs. On his way down, his mind began to wander; it was a shame there were no parties that he knew of tonight, and his friends were all too busy with class work to go out anyway. While he could do with the opportunity to burn off some steam, he wasn’t one for ending up at bars alone. That never ended well.

Finally reaching the outer door, he pushed it open with the flat of his palm and manoeuvred himself outside, allowing it to swing shut behind him.

He paused and took in a deep breath, clearing his lungs of the stuffy air he’d endured for the past few hours, and found himself grateful to have been wearing the tank top his kid cousin bought him; the slightly warm evening air was pleasant, the last of the sun’s rays kissing his skin.

With that, he readjusted his bag on his shoulder, and began to make his way down the stone staircase. He coughed lightly as he took in an unexpected lungful of smoke on his way past a dark-haired man lingering by the railings, but continued on his way down, the sound of soles of his shoes hitting the steps cutting through the still evening air...

[armatii]

cont. || @furiia​​

    ♟;; — “Reiner!”

A smile, bright and untamed, spread across the young brunet’s face, and he waved briefly as the larger, older boy trotted across the street.

His smile widened further until he was full-on grinning, drawn into his friend’s strangely nervous, excited body language. He tilted his head back, eyes shining with curiosity. “Hey, how are y—”

He was abruptly cut off by a large-sized, black box being hastily thrust forward and held out to him. 

Bewildered into silence, Eren simply stared down at it, blinking owlishly.. “U-Um..” He reached out obligingly, as it following a conditioned muscle reflex to accept things offered to him without thinking it over first. He observed the box, his brows furrowing, and he glanced up at Reiner.

“What is it? And, um.. I didn’t get you anything. Should I have?”

🛡—;; Eren was too cute for words—which was probably a good thing, since Reiner was sure he’d be a dead man if Eren heard him say as much—but especially so in how those ever-captivating eyes widened in his bewilderment, appearing youthful and innocent despite how his face was beginning to mature.

His heart fluttered in his chest, and now more than ever he was glad for the chill of the late winter air; at least this time he would have an excuse for the flush on his cheeks that spread to his ears.

 “Why don’t you open it and find out? You didn’t need to get me anything; I just...saw this and thought you’d like it,” he said casually, unwilling to let on how long it had actually taken him to pick something, let alone pluck up the courage to actually buy it. 

The way he had been stared at in that little store hadn’t helped his nerves, either; Honorary Marleyan or not, some things just didn’t change.

All he could do now was hope he did actually like it.

[armatii]

[@furiia] ♟

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy →♟– Patching up a wound

🛡—;; Letting out a soft sigh, Reiner seated himself with the younger Candidate between his legs and dropped the First Aid bag to the floor beside them, his heart tight with concern. Eren getting himself into fights was nothing new, everyone knew that much, but that didn't make it any easier to see; there was a nasty gash to the side of his head, a split lip, and what looked to be the beginnings of a black eye beginning to bloom. Honestly, he was surprised—and grateful—that he wasn't sporting a broken nose, too.

He poured a little disinfectant onto a clean cloth and began dabbing at the wound on his head, trying his hardest to move past how the younger boy hissed as it made contact.

“Sorry,” he murmured, moving the cloth away again to rewet it. “It'll be over soon.”

Once the largest wound was cleaned, he dabbed gently at the split in his swollen lip before using the remaining moisture to wipe the rest of the blood and dried tears from his face.

“It looks like you might need stitches; your forehead's messed up pretty bad,” he said after a long moment, trying to keep his voice even. “I guess your dad could do that... or I can go find the medic.” When he was met with tense silence, he relented; “But I can just bandage it for now.”

With that, he took a roll of gauze and began to wrap it around Eren's head, one hand holding the end still until it was held in place by the bandage as it crossed over itself. With every pass, he used his now-free hand to gently free his hair from the bandages.

It felt soft, thick, and he found himself wishing that he could get away with touching it so much more; wanting to run his fingers through the length of it, lightly scratching his scalp with his fingertips... For now, this would have to do.

He cut the gauze with a pair of scissors before tying the ends into a fine, secure knot. Truth be told, he was proud of his handiwork, but wished it didn't have to be Eren he honed his skills on. He wouldn't change Eren for the world but that didn't make it any easier to see him hurt like this; one day he would be able to shield him from all the hurt thrown his way. He was sure of it.

When those enchanting wintergreen eyes finally turned towards him, Reiner swallowed thickly and chewed on the inside of his cheek; he wanted nothing more than to pull him closer and kiss him, telling him everything would be alright...but he didn't want to soil their friendship with his feelings. So, for now, he chose to bury that impulse as quickly as it surfaced.

“You should be good for a while now. Just...try not to do anything that'll reopen it.” He gave what he hoped would be a reassuring smile, clapping the smaller boy on the shoulder.

[armatii]

armatii: I swear... Reiner wouldn’t want to move after their first night together, content to stay with Eren in his arms; skin-to-skin, breathing his scent, feeling relaxed for the first time in a long time...

furiia: -weeps softly..- Eren would be.. a little less romantic, as it's him. He would be sprawled haphazardly against Reiner, cheek pressed into his chest; open-mouthed and snoring softly. His hair wild, damp from sweat, and the majority of it freed from his elastic band. If Reiner's not careful, some drooling might take place..

armatii: ...Reiner thinks that’s unreasonably cute ;-; might try freeing Eren’s hair, carefully combing his fingers through it once he removes the elastic...while trying to ignore the cool, wet patch on his chest

furiaa

Eren would stir at the faint tugging to his hair, snorting as his snoring if abruptly cut off. He would tighten his arm around Reiner's waist, snuggling closer for a moment.. and then lift his head, groggily looking up at him. "What're y'doin'.."

armatii

Reiner would stop then, hand stilling in Eren’s hair as he wondered whether he had overstepped; despite what they had done the previous night, that didn’t mean the other Warrior wanted this kind of touch. “Your hair looked messy,” he murmured, trying to keep his voice even. “I was trying to brush it out.”

furiia

Eren blinked slowly, sluggishly.. He was having difficulty comprehending the logic of wanting to straighten out his hair; not when exhaustion still lingered through his muscles and the desire to remove himself from the heat of Reiner's body was non-existent.

He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced away, taking in the faint outlines of furnishings in the darkness. Clarity was beginning to finally settle in, dispersing some of the sleepiness from his brain and allowing him to gradually piece together the night.

.. And gradually he became aware of a dulled but insistent soreness in his ass. 

".. Oi.." he mumbled, a flush of warmth creeping up his neck and making its way to his face. He felt an equal soreness to his pride as he recalled everything.. but only worsened when the heat of arousal licked at the length of his softened cock. He slowly lifted his gaze to the blond Warrior, an ominous edge to his tone; like thunder in the distance, alerting of an oncoming storm. "You're pretty big, uh? Is that your thing -- breaking in a virgin hole like a runaway train?"

armatii

“Hah...” A wry laugh escaped the taller Warrior as his hand came up to cover his own face, trying in vain to hide his own matching blush at the crudeness of his companion’s words and the sinister edge they held. “If you had your way last night, you would’ve had me sticking it in straight away.”

Unable to resist, he untangled his hand from the mess of dark hair and trailed a finger over Eren’s skin, slowly following the dip of his spine before giving a playful squeeze to the muscled flesh of his ass.

“Be grateful that I showed you some mercy,” he murmured, moving the hand covering his face just enough so that he could see Eren’s face.

furiia

The heat deepened in his face as he recalled having, indeed, been highly impatient; demanding that Reiner stop messing around and "get it inside". But hadn't been able to help himself. He had never felt so.. wild; so lost in abandon at the sight of Reiner's flushed cheeks, furrowed brow, and that fierce determination carved into his expression as he kept him pinned to the floorboards, strong thighs wedging between his own and kicking them open.. The raw desperation, need that had been a storm in his molten, golden eyes..

 Eren suddenly squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his teeth. 'Shit.. Why does it feel like.. like he was trying to say something to me..?'

He swallowed dryly, suddenly his heart beating faster. 'I don't want to know.'

It was frightening, that degree of intensity in his friend's gaze. Whatever it was.. something within himself was steering him away from it; something was whispering in the furthest reaches of his mind that he wasn't ready. Oblivion and remaining in it was the safest course.

".. I need to piss."

🛡—;; Unable to ignore the change in his friend’s expression, Reiner’s heart felt tight; was Eren having regrets over what happened? He had been pretty forceful, right from that first kiss he gave him in front of their fellow Warriors and superiors, all the way until he took him for the first time on his bedroom floor; unwilling to wait to get to the bed or undress fully, uncaring of how the floorboards made his knees sore.

He wouldn’t blame Eren if he did have regrets over that; he could only hope he would forgive him for it.

Dropping his hand from his face to lightly touch the brunet’s shoulder, he opened his mouth to apologise—

Ah.

“Uh, down the hall,” he intoned, reluctantly moving his hands away from Eren’s body to let him move. “Grab some pants or something—my mom might see you.”