Reiner Braun - Blog Posts

the way i took reiner's s4 glow up as a personal insult before s4 made me like him

@/eavnc cosplay of Reiner Braun 🌙

I LOVE REIJEAN

I drew this for too long… but I'm glad I finally finished it! reference

by the way, while I was drawing this I thought about the AU It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Attack on Titan. Even though Reiner is in Charlie's place here, I would say he is Mac, Jean is Dennis, and Charlie is Connie. Dee could be Sasha. I thought about Frank for a long time… I decided that Hange would be suitable for this role, but I'm not sure.

✨WARNING MAJOR AOT SPOILERS✨

Okay first I wanna address a couple things before I jump right in. This is all my PERSONAL thoughts on how it COULD end, but I’ll be happy with however Isayama ends it. These are just some ideas I’ve had so most of it will be fragments. Also please no hate.

Let’s jump on in

Okay so what I’ve been thinking is what if somehow the group ends up back in the place where Ymir is.

Eren or even Ymir brings them there i don’t know I don’t care just they are there

And like while Mikasa, Armin, Jean and the other adults are arguing with Eren trying to convince him to stop

I want one of the kids, Gabi or Falco. Hell it can be both.

Personally I’d like it to be Gabi.

( and before anyone starts shit about Gabi killing Sasha. Gabi is a twelve year old brainwashed child that saw people she cared about get killed. So she did what most people would do. Got revenge. Y’all really be hating on a child while Eren is committing literal GENOCIDE. )

Anyway back to what I was saying

I want Gabi to talk with Ymir.

Somehow she learns about what really happened with Ymir.

And I want her to talk with Ymir telling her she understands Ymir’s hatred and sadness

Gabi tells her how she felt a similar hate. How for years she hated and cursed her ancestors and the people inside the walls

How she became a warrior so she could inherit the Armored and free her people from their “history”

And how she’s killed some of her own kind because she’s been brainwashed by Marley into thinking she’s of devil blood.

She talks about when she killed Sasha and the pride she felt at the time

And tells her what she learned when she was inside the walls.

About how she felt when Sashas father and Mikasa saved her from being killed. How she learned that the people inside the walls weren’t actually devils and that everything she had been taught was a lie

And the guilt she felt after she learned all this

This is where it gets really iffy

Ymir could have sterilized every Eldian alive right??

So theoretically what’s to stop her from I don’t know....

Taking away the power of the Titans?

So Gabi tells her that she won’t demand or order Ymir to do anything. Gabi says she is not her master and that Ymir is no longer a slave

But that she has a request. That Ymir can choose whether or not she wants to accept this request.

She asks Ymir if she could please stop the rumbling. To please rid the world of the Power of the Titans. To make it so no Eldian, Marleyan, or any other race or creature can ever transform into a Titan again.

And then Ymir smiles at her and nods.

After she’s done it Gabi hugs her and thanks her

And when she pulls back Gabi looks Ymir in the face and says

“Now I think it’s time you finally rest”

And that’s kinda where my train of thought ends

So in conclusion I love Gabi Braun and I don’t think she deserves any of the hate she gets.

Please feel free to leave your own thoughts. Just make sure that you respect other’s opinions even if they don’t align with your own.

"Eren, you are free."

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Connie waking Reiner up so they can save the world:

Reiner every 2 seconds:

Naw but seriously did y’all peep how Connie and Armin waited a lil bit before breaking up the fight 😂

Me when Jean was beating Reiner’s ass:

Somebody said this was Porco while Eren and Reiner were fighting:

Me trying to get Reiner’s skinny ass to eat something:

Nah but seriously someone get this baby a plate

Falco and Gabi:

Reiner:

Ok this is getting out of hand 💀

How falco’s dumbass thought him, reiner, and eren was going to be in that basement:

I love this analysis. If I could I would definitely write a paper about this

Eren and Reiner

I’m still seeing people defending Eren and saying that his attack on Liberio is good and justified, given what Reiner did previously, but despite the similarities of their actions, there’s some extremely important differences:

1. Age

Reiner is 12 when he attacks Shiganshina. Eren is 19 when he attacks Liberio.

2. Training - both physical and mental

Reiner has had years of specialist training and indoctrination, living in an internment camp where his mind has been manipulated for years. Riding on his success is the welfare of his entire family and he’s been brainwashed into believing all the people in Paradis are literal devils (his family is shocked when he inadvertantly describes them as normal and human when he returns home). Reiner did exactly what he was trained, encouraged and brainwashed into doing.

Eren has been trained ostensibly as cavalry to fight titans and titans alone. He has witnessed an enemy that isn’t human and has hunted them down. He also gained all of Grisha’s memories and is aware that the people living in Liberio are just like the people of Paradis. Eren is therefor not doing what he was trained to do and as we’ll see soon, has forced his comrades to unwillingly join him on this mission.

3. Relation to the peoples they fight (which I touched on above)

Reiner arrives on Paradis, primed to think they’ll only encounter monsters and inhuman beings on the island. His only encounter with anything living on the island before their assault on the Walls is when Ymir’s mindless Titan eats Marcel - further reinforcing his indoctrinated beliefs about the island. When he and Bertolt destroy Shiganshina they do not know the people. They have not lived among them. They believe they’re killing monsters. Soon after they infitrate the Walls, Reiner comes to realise the “Island Devils” are just ordinary people going about their lives. After spending time living among them Reiner goes further than just imitating Marcel - he has a complete mental break that gives him two personas - the Soldier and the Warrior. When he and Bertolt find the Jaw Titan they take this as an opportunity to retake the Jaw and capture the Attack Titan and retreat without having to infict further horrors on Paradis (unaware that Zeke has been sent to extract them and he’ll have none of that behaviour). Capturing these Titans gave them an out as they didn’t want to fight the Paradisians any more.

Eren meanwhile, as stated, has Grisha’s memories. As well as knowing the depths of the depravity of the Marleyan forces, he knows that Liberio is a town full of downtrodden, miserable Eldians who are trying their best to live their lives despite being treated utterly horrifically by the entire world. Eren then goes there against orders, infitrates their military, shares meals with the soldiers, accepts their medical care and comes to know the Liberio citizens very well indeed. He even meets his grandfather and learns of his regrets, and his descent into madness that followed on as a result of botth Grisha and Zeke’s actions. He knows these are tortured people who are his literal kin. He decides to murder them all anyway, even using an unwitting child - Falco (whom he obviously intended to kill) - in order to facilitiate all of this horror.

4. The knowledge of consequences

Reiner takes a chance in attacking Paradis - he doesn’t know if it will trigger the Rumbling or not, but they’re there to carry out a specific mission. But more importantly in Reiner’s juvenile world, if he completes this mission he might just save the world and save his family and his kin from their miserable lives.

Eren meanwhile listens to Willy’s speech, and knows that the truth of Paradis is coming out - that King Fritz truly did want peace. He also hears Willy describe him personally - and rightly - as a threat to the world. We find out later that there was little chance that Marley would listen to a thing Paradis had to say, but Eren doesn’t even try. He forges onward and makes sure to prove Willy right. He purposefully takes on the mantle of the Island Devil, not caring for the dire consequences this will have for each and every Eldian throughout the world. By extension he aso utlises this summit to declare war against all of the nations gathered - These are nations that suffered under both Eldia and Marley, who unlike Marley have never posed a threat to Paradis and whom Eren personally has made no diplomatic overtures towards, blithely believing the Azumabitos who insist diplomacy won’t work.

So there’s a whole heap of differences in Reiner and Eren’s stories.

To sum all of the above up - Reiner was a literal child who was conditioned, indoctrinated, used, abused and brainwashed into commiting an atrocity against people he didn’t know the first thing about. All he knew about the people of the Walls was lies. Coming to know these people *after* the fact mentally and emotionally broke him and has left him suicidal, full of regrets, and desperate to save his little cousin from the same fate that he is currently enduring.

Eren meanwhile, although he has suffered horrendously, is an adult. A fully informed adult who intimately knows the people of Liberio, who knows they’re just like the people on the island. Indeed he’s taken the time to get to know them. Despite this, he will knowingly try to commit genocide against Liberio - the people he knows have suffered even more than the Islanders have. And he won’t finish there - he plans to ethnically cleanse the entire world.

Yes there are parallels, but these two characters are vastly dissimilar, as are the motives and rationales behind their actions.

Neither is good. If there was such as thing as hell they’d both be going there for sure.

But the actions of one are infinitely more horrific than the other.

Someone on twitter said this is how eren pulled up in Marley💀:

why does colt look like the clean version of reiner 💀

theres a tiktok of a woman wearing lingerie her bf got her and when he gets home and sees her and literally drops everything to the ground and falls to his knees i just think that is so nanami and reiner coded... like wow that's a real man i've never seen one in the wild before

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! : 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that’s hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

—  He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like it’s too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

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The Killer

(Reiner x Reader) - Word Count: 3.8k

Creature: a person who commits a series of murders, often with no apparent motive and typically following a characteristic, predictable behavior pattern.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Drugging and Alcohol, Dry Humping

Quick Summary: while attending a friend’s Halloween party, you stay with a friendly face all night.

Extra notes: One more day until Halloween!

You never understood why people decided to party so much for Halloween. Hadn’t they watched a single scary movie, every time a serial killer shows up, there’s always a party involved. It’s as if the murderers could sniff out alcohol and hormones and was already on their way there, ready to murder somebody discreetly in the garage door when she goes out to get more to drink.

You weren’t stupid though. When you got invited to Hitch’s Halloween party, you assessed your options; either go to the party and get your guts displayed for your entire friend group, or go to the party and stick with somebody you trust so you don’t end up on an episode of Dateline. As smart as you are, not going to the party just wasn’t an option, Hitch was depending on you.

You met Hitch freshman year of college after having the great misfortune of being her partner for Chemistry 151. You didn’t know anything about prevalent bonds and she didn’t know anything about the periodic table, so you both depended on each other and surprisingly made it out of the class with a B.

But, unfortunately for you, Hitch started depending on you for more than just classes after that. She started using you as her alibi when she was going out with somebody for the night and wouldn’t be back at her parent’s house until 2 am. And, she started begging you to bring her snacks when she was bored in class and having meals with her whenever she was lonely. And, worst of all, every time Hitch threw a party, she always depended on you to provide the alcohol despite having her own license with an age over 21 on it - sure, it wasn’t real, but it was still a license that said she could drink.

So, if you said no to going to this Halloween party, you would not only lose Hitch’s friendship but a whole house of people’s friendship because you’re the reason the party turned into a dry one. You would force an entire group of college students to not drink for a weekend, and that’s a crime you can never be forgiven of.

Getting the alcohol was the easy part, honestly. You drove over to Hitch’s house with it clanking around in your backseat and trunk. Once you pulled into Hitch’s driveway, it was as if the partygoers could smell the vodka from your car. They all erupted from the front of Hitch’s house with their hands above their heads in victory as the alcohol was finally secured for the party.

So early in the night, only a few close friends were at Hitch’s house already. The current guest list consisted mostly of friends from Hitch’s high school and friends from her dorm building freshman year, before she moved back in with her parents.

The excited group all took turns bringing the boxes of alcohol into the house as you V-lined to Hitch. You walked through the group, moving through them like water as they kept their focus on the bottles in your car. They didn’t care much about who the messenger was, as long as they could get drunk tonight.

“Hey,” You said to Hitch once you were finally within ear shot, “Here’s the change.”

Hitch took the leftover money from your hand, “Thanks, I always know I can count on you.” Hitch came in for a hug, wrapping her arms around you. She pushed her mouth into your ear, whispering lightly to you, “But, please tell me that is not your costume.”

“What?” You moved back from Hitch quickly, gesturing towards your body. “What’s wrong with my costume? I’m Princess Diana.”

Hitch blinked at you, “You’re gonna have to explain that to people all night long, I hope you realize that.” She took another look at your outfit and then back at your face. “That’s just everyday clothes! You’re just wearing a sweatshirt and biker shorts, that doesn’t scream Princess Diana, a crown screams Princess Diana!”

“She was the people’s princess,” You yelled at your friend, “And, I don’t have any more costumes on me, I don’t know why you thought now was the perfect time to hate my costume.”

“That’s fine. I have extra costumes upstairs, let me choose what you are tonight.” Hitch grabbed your hand and led you towards the front door. “I still have to change anyway, so we’ll change together.”

You should’ve assumed Hitch only had short skirts and short shirts up here. And, you should’ve assumed she would put you in some ridiculously skanky costume that was too sexy to really be one costume. When you put the outfit on - a gray skirt, a gray shirt, and big ears - your immediate thought was a cat. You looked like a normal little gray kitten, but after you told Hitch your guess, she almost physically smacked you for guessing so wrongly.

“You’re a fucking mouse,” Hitch said with a roll of her eyes, “How dense can you be?”

“Well, I don’t look like a mouse.”

“A cat,” Hitch mumbled to herself, “What am I, a cat, I guess you were close, but wow, you’d think you’d know your animals.”

“I do know my animals.” You gestured aggressively towards your costume. “But no animal ever wore this.”

“Whatever.” Hitch walked towards you, and towards the door. “I’ll see you downstairs, okay?” With one last swoosh of the white skirt of her sexy angel costume, she was gone and you were alone in her bedroom.

You were back to step one, find a trustworthy buddy for the night. Hitch, as much as you loved her, was the poster child for the dumb girl who dies first in a slasher film. And, you thought maybe Jean or Eren could protect you throughout the night, but they were definitely the jock stereotype in the horror movie. And, with Armin being the nerd, Sasha and Connie being the stoners, you only had two real choices left; Mikasa and Reiner.

But, Mikasa was hard to keep by your side at these events. She was always running around the house, from the kitchen to the bathroom, taking care of everyone but herself. She was the perfect final girl, the one who surprisingly made it out at the end, but you weren’t sure Mikasa would actually want to be alive without Eren who would definitely die once he got caught pissing on a tree out back.

So, your only real option of safety was Reiner. Sure, he fit perfectly into the Jock stereotype - hell he even looked like Chris Hemsworth’s little brother from when he played Curt in The Cabin in the Woods. But, Reiner was different from that stereotypical Jock persona. He was kind and gentle and he always made sure you were okay when you saw him, he was just too nice to be a real jock.

Once you left Hitch’s room, shutting the door behind you to keep out the other partiers, you walked slowly down the stairs, scoping the place out. Your eyes moved over the now full house, watching people dance, and talk, and drink from red solo cups as they moved back and forth between Hitch’s kitchen and living room. You slowly noticed where all of your friends were, hoping that fact in itself would hint to where Reiner was.

Your eyes jolted across the house just as you reached the end of the stairs. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you realized you were right in the heat of the party and you hadn’t found your buddy yet. You needed Reiner to keep you safe, you needed Reiner to protect you with his big arms that could hurt any serial killer who might want you dead, you needed-

“Reiner,” You said as the blonde boy took off his mask right in front of you, “I didn’t realize that was you until now - which I guess makes sense since you were wearing a mask.”

Reiner smiled at you, “Yeah, sorry, it’s just too hot in here for a mask, but you looked afraid. Are you okay?”

He must’ve noticed the slow way you walked down the stairs, and how you looked all over the room. He must’ve noticed the way your hand gripped onto the railing as tightly as possible, as if the wood could somehow balance or even ground you to Earth. Reiner noticed everything, from your unnaturally wide eyes to that extra huff you took before almost giving up on finding him - and from that fact, you were certain, Reiner was just too observant to be the Jock in this horror story.

“I’m fine,” You partially lied, though Reiner made you feel better, your heart hadn’t stopped beating so quickly and your gut hurt from anxiety.

Reiner smiled wide at you, “Great, I’m glad to hear it. Would you like something to drink though?”

“Yeah.” You gave Reiner a weak grin. “I’d love one.”

You walked with Reiner through the piles of people, holding his hand to keep yourself from getting lost. Reiner’s hand was cold and calloused against yours, and he held your palm with a bit of force. After you both made your way into the kitchen, you had to rub the sore muscles now present in your palm from Reiner’s rough touch.

You watched as Reiner made you a drink, pouring corresponding liquids all into a red solo cup. You watched Reiner more than you watched his pouring, he was just too pretty not to look at. You watched as Reiner furrowed his eyebrows at the bottles of tequila, unsure of how much he already put in and how much should be put in for the drink to taste good. Once Reiner finished concocting his masterpiece, he shrugged and handed it to you with a smile.

It was awfully ironic how safe you felt in Reiner’s presence. His costume wasn’t some random outfit, but rather Ghostface from the Scream movies. You had a horrible feeling that tonight was going to end in bloodshed, and if you’ve learned anything from horror movies it was to never trust anyone. But, somehow the only person in the entire house that you felt comfortable with was dressed as your greatest enemy, a heartless serial killer.

You took a timid sip from the plastic cup, the drink was definitely something, that’s for sure. You could taste an aggressive amount of pineapple tequila and lemonade, and despite the rancid smell, the taste wasn’t awful. The liquid moved down your throat, and left a burning trail behind it causing you to jolt forward with a cough.

“Oh no,” Reiner said through a fit of laughter, “Is it that bad?”

You shook your head, “It’s good.” Reiner laughed even harder at your voice, realizing just how high it got in a poor attempt to lie to his face. You weren’t technically lying though, the drink wasn’t the best one you’ve ever had but it wasn’t awful either, it just seemed like Reiner added too much alcohol and didn’t choose flavors that complimented each other well.

“You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met.” Reiner took the cup from your hand and set it on the table where the tequila bottles were all lined up to be chosen from. “But, let me make it up to you. How about, for the next hour, I’ll do whatever you want me to do - sounds good?”

You couldn’t hide the obvious embarrassment on your face as your mind dropped into the gutters. How dirty minded did you have to be to think your close friend’s innocent request could have some sexual undertones. This was Reiner you were talking about, not somebody who would so stupidly hit on you this way, like Eren or even Jean. Reiner was too nice to hit on anyone with such a bizarre idea.

“Okay,” You spoke softly, afraid to answer too quickly and to reveal your excitement from having that much control over Reiner.

“So,” Reiner said with raised eyebrows, “What do you say I do first?”

“Dance with me.” The words came from your mouth before you could think through your options. You could’ve made the boy do anything, and you decided dancing was what you wanted. And, Reiner was definitely just as confused as you were by your words, he furrowed his eyebrows at you, and repeated your request back at you.

“Dance with you?” Reiner said slowly, “That’s all you want - you want me to dance with you?”

“Well, how many chances do I get? Can I choose just one thing for you to do, or do I get multiple chances?”

Reiner grinned as he quietly thought to himself. You couldn’t help but admire his features in his state of pure focus; the way his hazel eyes gilted around the room, the way his hair in it’s messy state from the mask actually looked so much better now than ever, and the way his index finger theatrically rubbed against his jawline where he held his thumb and finger against his chin. He was a sight for sore eyes, and you had to admit you always had a little bit of a crush on the boy - maybe that’s why you gravitated towards him at the beginning of the party, and it really had nothing to do with horror film stereotypes and feeling safe around him.

And, to be fair, you were being a little crazy to actually think there’s some sociopathic asshole who was planning on using the party as a hunting ground. You were getting too into the Halloween spirit, it seemed.

“Okay,” Reiner suddenly said once he finally decided, “I accept - I’ll give you three chances, how about that?”

You smiled at Reiner, “Alright, go make me a new - better! - drink and then meet me on the dancefloor.”

“Okay. But, you still have one more chance after those though.”

“Um,” You said as you poorly attempted to hide your grin, “I’d like to save that one for later in the night.” Reiner raised a single eyebrow at you. “Oh, shut up! I didn’t mean it like that!”

But, that was a lie - you very much meant it like that.

After Reiner walked away to make you a new, and better, drink, you went to your new meeting spot with him on the dancefloor. You walked through the bodies of college students all dancing together. It wasn’t surprising how close the people were dancing to one another, but the close proximity had your mind racing with everything you’ve ever learned from horror films. You were safest here, the killer would never be dumb enough to strike in such a large group of people.

Every horror movie you’ve ever seen always pushed the idea to stay together, and never split away from others because right when you do, it’s over. So, if your gut feeling of something bad happening tonight, you knew it at least wouldn’t happen to you, because you were smarter than these other partygoers - you knew everything about slasher films and the serial killers from them.

You looked all around the dancefloor, not looking at the people’s faces but rather their bodies. You watched where their hands were going and moving, you watched their fingers as they moved them over other people’s bodies. Even if slasher films failed you tonight and somebody did get murdered within the masses, you still knew killers always used knives for some reason so as long as their hands were occupied on bodies, then they weren’t focusing on stabbing somebody. And, if nobody was getting stabbed, that meant you were safe.

“Hey,” You heard the word right as a hand landed on your shoulder.

You jumped from the sudden touch, pulling your head from the dark place it was entering. This nervous feeling of something bad happening tonight was driving you insane all night long. You couldn’t even enjoy the party around you because you were too busy thinking of your next move and your possible escape plan.

“Reiner.” You turned around while rubbing your forehead, trying to alleviate the growing headache. “You scared the shit out of me, give me a warning next time.”

“And,” Reiner said through laughter, “What should I do to warn you in the middle of a dance floor of people? Punch you? Push you? Stab you?”

Your eyes bolted to Reiner’s eyes, “Stab me?”

Reiner tilted his head at you, he was no longer smiling. You realize now he meant the whole stabbing thing as a joke, probably because he was dressed up as Ghostface, but your heart was racing again. Being so close to people was activating your fight or flight, and you felt like running - you’ve only admired horror films, you didn’t want to live in one. But being in this house, and being around these people were making you feel like the main character of one.

“Hey,” Reiner said softly, “You look like you’re going to be sick, why don’t we step outside really quickly, okay?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You held Reiner’s hand as he led you outside. You briefly saw as Reiner set your plastic cup down, either on some random table or given to some random partier, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t see much as you moved through the living room, kitchen, down the back porch and to the side of the house where the smokers were hanging out.

Right as the cold air hit your skin, you felt better. Your headache was beginning to disappear or become tolerable at least, and Reiner stood by your side the whole time. He watched as you leaned against the side of the house, taking deep breaths and gripping the bricks to ignore your still rapidly pounding heart.

“Are you feeling better,” Reiner asked gently.

You nodded, “Yes, a lot better - thank you.”

“Of course.” Your eyes were closed, but you felt as Reiner pushed some of your fallen hair behind your ear to see your face clearer. “You know, you still have one more chance.”

You glanced at Reiner from the corner of your eye, “Oh, I do?”

“Yes. If you want to make me do something else, it’s up to you.”

Your mouth broke out into a ridiculous grin as you weighed your options. You knew what you wanted to make Reiner do, it’s what you wanted to do to him for so long now, but should you? What if Reiner didn’t want to do it?

You glanced at Reiner again, now seeing what his eyes were so focused on. His hazel eyes were hard with desire, and they were fixated on your face - specifically, your lips. He watched with pleasure as your grin disappeared and was replaced by your teeth digging into your bottom lip. You were being stupid by thinking that he didn’t want what you wanted, and part of you always knew he did.

“Okay,” You whispered, “I’ve decided - I want you to kiss me.”

Reiner’s eyes flashed to your own eyes, “Really? I had no-”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

Reiner laughed before moving towards you. He placed his hand gently on your cheek before leaning in for a peck. The kiss was weak enough to make you audibly groan against Reiner’s mouth for more. This wasn’t the kiss you were expecting from him, you wanted passion and desperation, not middle school friends kissing for practice in their bedroom at 2 am.

“How about we play a game?” Reiner said with a mischievous grin.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, “What kind of game?”

“I gave you three chances, so you give me three.” Reiner gave you a second quick peck. “I now get to make you do three things.”

“One.”

“Two.”

You smiled at Reiner, “One and a half.”

“A half?” Reiner raised his eyebrows at you. “What does that mean?”

“The half can be something we agree on - and then you can have that one all for yourself, does that sound like a deal?”

Reiner nodded, “What do you think the half should be?”

You were suddenly aware of how cold you were, unsurprisingly the short skirt and crop top weren’t the most ideal October night clothing. Your teeth chattering quietly together, and your arms decorated themselves with goosebumps. You needed some kind of warmth without going back inside, so maybe Reiner could help with that.

“Be my blanket?” Your words came out only slightly interrupted by clattering teeth.

Reiner grinned, “That’s one way to word it, but okay, that’ll be the half chance.”

Reiner leaned on you, holding you against the wall with his body. The new position had you staring into his hazel eyes, and you realized they weren’t as soft as you always remembered. But, the new position was perfect for kissing, in fact your lips were already back on his as desire took over your body. This was the kiss you wanted when you had him kiss you, finally you were getting what you wanted.

Reiner slid his leg between your knees, then pressed his thigh between your legs. The touch was driving you crazy, you tried to move him closer to your body. You wrapped your arms around his torso and to his back, you dug your fingernails into the black cloak of his Ghostface costume, gripping it to pull him closer to you. You felt something hard press into your thigh and you were honestly amazed by how quickly you could get Reiner hard, it almost made you laugh.

“Reiner,” You moaned out as you pressed into him, “Give me more, please.”

“Don’t be impatient,” Reiner whispered before kissing down your neck.

“But, I want more, please.”

“You want more?” You nodded quickly as Reiner kissed back up to your ear. “But, it’s my turn to tell you what to do, remember?”

“But, Reiner-”

“And, I’ve decided what I want you to do for me,” Reiner whispered against the shell of your ear as the hardness against your leg actually began to hurt, “I want you to scream for me.”

“What?”

Reiner moved back and smiled down at you, for a second you could no longer feel that hardness in your thigh before there was a quick flash of silver. You realized too late that the silver was a knife, and you were too stuck between the wall and Reiner’s body to properly get away. Reiner pushed the knife forward, and you felt the pain explode throughout your entire body as it lodged itself in your chest.

One last scream erupted from your throat as a desperate attempt to get you some help before dying here alone. But, you knew how big this house was, how far away from everyone you were at the moment, how loud the music had been inside, and how loud everyone was yelling the lyrics to some stupid song - you knew they’d never hear you, nobody could save you, Hell even horror films couldn’t save you.

armin arlert in weezer shirt

More stock photos ‼️ i love you attack on titan!

Yoooo the girls are kisning REAL! HAPPY PRIDE!!! (requests are from r/okbuddyreiner lol)

More goofy ahh image redraws!!! I would say i cannot be stopped but immediately after drawing this my ipad broke and I may have lost a decent chunk of my files so that is super cool 😀👍

Lacuna (Reiner x Reader)

(n.) A blank space. A missing part. 

Fic Type: Drabble

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Reiner x Reader

Prompt: “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Well-” “That was a rhetorical question…”

Word Count: 293

(Y/N) was warming up by herself as instructed by Chief Shadis. Today was conditioning and sparring. It was by no means your favorite time since you hated the bruises and strains you felt the morning after. But it was simply something you had to deal to get stronger as a soldier. The commander began pairing cadets by groups of two, until a few of you were left unpaired. “(Y/N)! You’re with Braun!” You mentally smacked yourself. Out of all the people you could’ve been partners with. It had to be a literal beef train. Something tells you that you’re going to feel the aftermath of this spar for at least a week. 

You and Reiner got into position, as the knife was handed to you first. You eyed the blonde nervously while he gave you a cheeky grin. He immediately charged at you, causing you to widen you eyes in surprise. Not long afterwards, you were tackled to the ground. He got off of you laughing and walking away. “Maybe next time!” He called to you. You laid there for a little longer trying to process what just happened. Regaining your breath, you locked your legs around his and knocked him down. The entire training grounds became silent as everyone stopped to look at what just happened. It wasn’t everyday that someone could best him. Not even Eren could. You stood up and dusted the dirt off your uniform and returned his cocky grin back at him. “Who the hell do you think you are?” He said bouncing back to his feet abruptly. “Well-” You began, “That was a rhetorical question.” He cut you off. He picked up the wooden knife and tossed it back at you. He admired your determination. “Round two?”

Here's a random, quick, and not completely thought through anime take:

Okay, so I'm rewatching AoT (for like, at least the 8th time), and I'm on S3 Ep 15. If you forget which one that is, it's in the reclaiming of Wall Maria arc, and it begins with a flashback to the reclaiming of Trost arc showing us how Marco actually died. **Spoiler alert if you haven't seen it yet: He overhears Reiner and Bertholdt talking abt their titan forms, and they tackle him onto a roof/front door overhead, have Annie strip him of his ODM gear, and leave him there for a titan to eat.

Now, while I do blame Reiner, Annie, and I guess Bertholdt (though he didn't do much), I can't help but feel like Marco could've survived at least a bit longer. Why? Well, unless they broke his legs and the anime just skipped over that, I thought of a couple of ways off the top of my head:

Way 1 – the window: If he turned his head to the left, he would notice a window, which Annie threw his ODM gear through, which created a hole big enough for his arm to fit through and which very clearly had the ability to open. He could've easily put his arm through and opened the window from the inside and crawled in before the titan got to him OR if he didn't have enough time, he had boots, so just kick the window in and crawl through.

Way 2 – the door: He coulda just rolled his ass off the roof (yes, it's sorta high, but not THAT high) and kicked in the door or any nearby door.

Again, that is unless, of course, they broke his legs, and the anime just skipped over that part, but even then, the window is a valid option.

Watercolor illustration of Reiner Braun.

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