#reinerbertl

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<3 Written by the beautiful obitchuary~

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Danger

We had recently gone to sleep, for the most part we had at least. Wrapped up in our blankets like little caterpillars in their cocoons, snoring lightly as the pale moon shined through the windows of the barracks. Slowly shifting my weight, I looked over to my side, seeing my dark haired friend. His breaths were slow, creating small puffs of steam from his throat, much like the stream he shed while wounded.

A smile spread upon my face, the fact he could remain so utterly calm while sleeping only made me want to kiss him more and more. However, I knew that if I did so, I would be ending a relationship we had spent together for several years. There would be no more camping, no more hugs, no more watching the stars at night and most importantly, no more Bertholdt.

I felt a hand upon mind, a pair of eyes staring back into my own.

"What's the matter, Reiner?" He asked softly, soft lips parting. I blushed, looking away nervously before sighing,

"I'm a bit nervous for the test tomorrow..." I lied, hoping that he wouldn't pick up on me. Failure was inevitable though, he raised a brow as he scooted closer to me.

"I don't think that's what's bothering you." He whispered into my ear, nudging himself into the crook of my neck.

"Bertl..." I said quietly, damn he smelled good, not like the military issued soaps. He smelled like...Just like himself. I felt something growing in me, the heat in my loin began to become unbearable.

"Reiner?" Bertholdt asked, looking at me in the eyes, moving his leg against my hard-on. I had to bite my lip to not cry out at the sudden feeling, shit...

"Bertl, what are you doing...?" I asked, staring into his eyes once more, nervousness leeching out of myself.

I felt a hand drift towards my night shorts, slowly rubbing the area around me, "I don't know what you're talking about." Bertholdt replied, eyes glinting.

Dammit, why did he have to be sexy...why did he oh god... His hands wrapped around my cock, tugging at it as to test my reaction. Arching my back, I leaned into the touch, "Bertl...please...ah..." I moaned, I wasn't going to last long at this rate, "Please...Bertll..."

A smirk spread across his face, tugging at a slow pace, "Hmm? What's the matter?" He asked once more.

Reaching for the others' shoulders, I flipped him onto his back, "mmm...Better this way, ey Bertl?"

I pressed my lips to his, licking, lapping and sucking upon his bottom lip, tasting the familiar iron-like taste of his blood. Steam rose from his lips, only making the sensation better to me. Parting from him, I gnawed upon his neck, "Bertl, what do you want?" I asked, nipping at his collar bone.

"R-Rein...er...touch mee..." He moaned, eyes shutting in pleasure filled pain.

Lowering my hands to his pants, I teasingly wiped at the area around his boxers. He groaned in impatience, which only made the problem down below even worse, due to the fact the face he made was gorgeous.

My fingers pulled down the material to his pants, dragging my nails purposefully against his dark complexion. I smirked when I heard that wonderful voice put to good use, "Like that, Bertl?"

Slowly, I pulled my own night shorts down, giving the other a show just for him to enjoy. "Mmm? Like what you see?" I asked, to only receive a nod of approval.

Leaning down, I rubbed our cocks together, moaning through my pursed lips. Bertholdt was a mess, a blush scattered upon his face, sweat drops dripping down from his entire body onto the sheets leaving them with a clear outline of where he had been. I began to fist us both, "Ah...Rein...er..." Bertholdt moaned, leaning his body towards my grip.  I was on the edge, I was so close to letting my load go all over him, all over Bertholdt.

"Reiner!" I heard before opening my eyes to the light of day.

"...Hm?" I asked, feeling the liquid dripping into my pants, "...What?"

"...No...Nothing..." Bertholdt said, a dark blush upon his face, staring directly at my pants.

"...Oh."

Well I guess I have some explaining to do...

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less important than you

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arE YOU READY FOR SOME UNREQUITED REINERBERTL FEELS

And that- that breaks Bertholt's heart more than maybe anything else, because he knows that he can't return that feeling, that faith and love and devotion that Reiner shows to him. The last thing he had ever wanted to do was hurt Reiner, but that's all he's doing by keeping him so close.

The best course of action would be to let him go, to distance himself, but Bertholt had always been selfish. 

So he keeps Reiner close to his heart and pretends he doesn't notice the tender glances or the way he wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of his name being whispered like a prayer from a bunk away, over and over and over. 

He shifts subtly so the drunken kiss that Reiner intended to give him falls on his cheek instead, and he sits close enough to Annie at mealtimes that the edges of their thighs brush. He tries to hide the blush that spreads across his cheeks when she glances up and gives him that tiny, secret smile, but his hands are shaking and Reiner's always known him better than anyone else. He can't meet the other boy's eyes for days afterwards. And when he wakes from a nightmare only to find himself in Reiner's arms, he pretends that the whispered apologies are for thrashing in the night.

Reiner loves him, and Bertholt's biggest regret is that he can't love him back.

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till death do us part

regrets collect like old friends here to relive your darkest moments

It had always been the two of them for what seemed like eternity, he and that boy with the gold hair. He remembered laughter and secrets shared, and though sometimes there were others, that boy was always there.

"I'm gonna make you my bride," he had told Bertholt angrily once, rinsing out the younger's skinned knees and elbows with water. Bertholt had spluttered, though he didn't know if it was from the sting or the sudden declaration. "I'm gonna make you my bride, so I don't have to leave you, 'cause you always get into trouble when I leave you."

"Reiner," Bertholt protested weakly, as Berick laughed loudly somewhere behind them. "You can't just say stuff like that."

Reiner glanced up, looked him straight in the eye and asked, tone challenging, "Why not?"

They grew up, and there was always the two of them.

Reiner changed- from the child with the gold hair, to the warrior, to the soldier, to the confused, frightened boy he truly was- but Bertholt stayed the same. Bertholt stayed the same, and he watched with sad eyes as Reiner struggled with his guilt and he wished for the boy who had wanted to marry him to protect him from bullies.

It was because of Reiner that they were here now, because of Reiner and his fool-hardy idealism. Bertholt's entire body throbbed painfully in time with the beat of his heart, the severed stump of his leg hissing with steam. He could feel the four broken ribs (three on his left, one on his right) as they mended, slowly. Both he and Reiner's hands were raw and bloody, littered with bitemarks from failed transformations. Half of Reiner's face was scabbed and ugly, and his right arm was twisted at a grotesque angle.

And as much as Bertholt may have hated Reiner in that moment, he still called to mind all the hesitant touches and steamy kisses and that bone-deep, age-old affection that lingered in the back of his brain. "Let's get married," he blurts out.

Reiner shifts to stare at Bertholt incredulously, the pinkie of his left hand brushing against Bertholt's right. "Isn't that my line?" he teases, though it comes out weak and raspy.

The tiniest of smiles, sad and unsure, lifts the corners of Bertholt's mouth. "No, it's my turn," he says, and plucks a long blade of grass, tying it gingerly around his finger like a ring. He takes Reiner's hand and repeats the action.

"I don't remember how it goes," Reiner says, his eyes tracking Bertholt's movements. The taller nearly smiles at the horror in his friend-turned-lover-turned-whatever's voice.

But he doesn't, because Reiner's hand is shaking and sweating in his grasp, so Bertholt swallows down something that might have been a laugh or a sob. "It's okay," he says quietly, roughly. "I don't either."

"Seal it with a kiss?"

There's no answer, but that's okay because they both lean forward, so in sync with each other that it only comes naturally. The kiss is chaste, uncomfortable and just a little painful, but it works, and Bertholt sees the gratitude shining in his eyes, sees the love that lurks behind the sadness.

"Does that mean I can call you my husband, now?"

And Bertholt really does laugh, this time.

They're married for real just a little over three years later, and when the vows are sealed, when they part from their kiss, the nooses are placed around their necks.

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Late Nights

During those nights in the barracks, we used to talk about anything after everyone had gone to sleep. It could range from what was going on with fellow comrades to emotions that fluctuated constantly about what we were doing with ourselves. You felt like a traitor, a traitor to everyone sometimes. I reassured you that I would be there for you however, and nothing you could do would make me upset. We'd suppress our laughs when one of us said something funny, hoping we wouldn't wake anyone up with our stupid jokes. There was that one night when you woke up Jean after you laughed so hard you fell off the bed. You were so embarrassed, I had to say you were sleep walking again just to make it look like you weren't doing anything. Another night, you were upset about everything. You were crying silently next to me, although I held you close, telling you that it would be okay. The smile you gave me, warmed my heart. I didn't know that a simple expression at night, could make me so warm and fuzzy inside. People think I'm not the most loving person, but, whenever I think about you, my insides flip around. Maybe one of these days I'll get to tell you that.

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i'll be here to hold your hand

have some reinerbertl

my first snk fic holla

yes the title is in reference to "king and lionheart" by of monsters and men

Even when they were young, Reiner had always been the leader.

It was he who would plan their mischief, he who would lead them into trouble; Berik and Bertholdt merely followed after, content to exist in the wreckage of his chaos. At that time, Reiner had burned bright and hot like a star, all golden hair and sharp, jagged grins that drew people like a moth to flame. He had been a warrior, terrible and wholly unrepentant, and Bertholt had loved him.

He didn't know the person that now inhabited his friend's skin.

The impostor had Reiner's face, his voice and mannerisms, but his memories altered and perception skewed. Berik was dead and they weren't allowed to go home and Reiner was all he had left to hold on to, but even he wasn't the same. When Bertholt would chastise him for being too kind, to sociable, too involved, Reiner merely waved off his feeble concerns with a laugh and bright smile, and it made Bertholt feel empty.

The worst days were when Bertholt would say something and Reiner would turn and look straight through him, as if he were a stranger. "Can I help you?" he would ask in that infuriatingly blank voice that made Bertholt want to scream, but he would only shake his head and meekly answer, "No, I'm sorry."

In time, Reiner built up a persona for himself, and the Soldier eventually eclipsed the Warrior. Bertholt went along with it, though, and chewed the inside of his cheek until it was a bloody pulp. As they drifted farther apart, the collisions when they came together were all the more damaging.

Their kisses were rough and bruising, unrelenting, and when they fucked, Bertholt dug his fingers in hard enough to leave marks. Reiner took it all in stride, and in the quiet before they rejoined the rest of the 104th, Reiner would stroke Bertholt's hair, thick fingers slipping through the dark strands. In his more lucid moments, he would talk.

"It's ok," he'd murmur, meaning to be reassuring. Bertholt knew what was coming and it made him want to tear out Reiner's throat with his teeth. "I'm a warrior."

Reiner was leading them off the tracks and into ruin, but Bertholt couldn't do anything but follow.