#ererei fanfic

[justthatonereader]

GUYS I FOUND THIS EREN X REINER SHIP THATS OMEGAVERSE AND ITS SO GOOD. BASICALLY ITS IN MARLEY ARC EXCEPT EREN GOT STUCK THERE LONGER BECAUSE HE HAS A CHILD WITH REINER THAT HE WASNR EXPECTING. IDC ABOUR YOUR OMEGAVERSE HATRED OR MPREG. ITS SO GOOD AND IT WILL UPDATE SOON. ITS CALLED 'I want more of the things I'd die for' and the character portrayal is canon and amazing. I love the damn thing. Please support and send love to the author. Link is provided below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49337620/chapters/124501126

[dorminchu]

WIP tag

tagged by: @titan-wolfdog to post a fragment from my current wip! thank you very much :D

tagging: @mottshepard @lunarcrystal & whomever wants to give it a shot

Prostrated, shaking like a child, Reiner's vision clouded over.

A dull relief, that Falco wouldn't live to see this play out. The shame of his cowardice perforated him more than physical pain could.

"Please," he whispered, closer to a sob, "just kill me."

Eren said nothing. Putting weight on his new foot, acclimatising. Regrowing flesh was a hell of a lot more struggle than lopping off a limb. The old Reiner would've had him on the ground by now. Annie would die before she grovelled in front of the enemy. She was never a loyal patriot, but she'd jump at the chance to prove herself a good enough killer.

"Reiner," said Eren quietly. "It's not your fault." Reiner's head jerked up to meet the palm outstretched. Four years later, he was Vice-Commander and she was left to rot in her crystalline shell.

I'm the same as you.

Reiner grabbed him by the shirt. He could lift Eren off the ground without effort. Past the blood in his ears, he could barely hear Tybur in the throes of nationalism above them.

"Shut the fuck up," he hissed, nose-to-nose.

Eren didn't flinch. He smelt like stale breath and sweat. His pupils dilated. His mouth split into a tremulous, manic grin, on the verge of beatific. "You're the only one here who looks at me."

Reiner shoved him into the wall and Eren took the force of it with a grunt, thrashing up with his fresh leg. Blistered, pink skin against Reiner's calluses. Eren's jaw tight.

[the-boy-who-sought-freedomm]

Me when there are only 985 Ererei fanfics on ao3 and 435 of them are in Chinese (which I don't speak)

[hangeslefteye]

MASTERLİST(non updated)

My inbox always open for reqs but I don't have much time for fanfics+I suck at it but I appreciate headcanon ideas feel free to slide in.

Find me on archive of our own (for Porco Mafia au fic)

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Zeke

Porco

Reiner

Jean

Hange

Eren

Reiner x Porco (Gallirei)

Reiner x Eren (Ererei)

HC's

AOT BOYS AND THEİR FAVORİTE WİNX CLUB FAİRİES!!!!

HCS for having a couple's Only Fans with EREN and REİNER

Sugar Daddy HC's for Zeke and Reiner

Levi with a Marleyan S/o

All characters sleep over(ALL)

Attack on titan x ATLA + TLOK element they would bend(ALL)

Aot boys reading their own smuts (Actors au)

What does your fave aot boy tells me about you/your romance life?

Aot boys and songs they would like to get 'politely' railed to (Playlist)

Aot characters as Lana Del Rey songs (ALL)

Who pays the date?(Aot boys)

Aot characters as tarot's major arcana (ALL)

Vampire!Jean hc's part1

Aot but survey corps is a mafia family (ALL)

Aot girls doing your makeup HC'S

Fics

Reiner x Marleyan noble s/o

Levi with a taller s/o

Ride and watch hentai with senpai Zeke

[achllsun]

so one of the best pieces of literature i've ever read is that one ererei fanfic and i need to tell someone about it

[emotionalcello-makefanfics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reiner Braun/Eren Yeager, past Eren/Armin, Unrequited Reiner/Bertolt, Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover, Unrequied Eren/mikasa Additional Tags: Petition for Reiner to go to therapy, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Heartbreak, Two boys leaning on each other, Unrequited Love, for reiner/betholt, not too centric about the murder, Off-Screen Murder, soft, Softcore Porn, Vanilla, Off-screen Relationship(s), Eren/Armin and Reiner/bertha is offscreen, Ererei centric, Eren is a fuckboi, Eren Yeager Is a Tease, Soft Reiner Braun, Reiner Braun Needs a Hug, Mutual Masturbation, Spoilers, Shingeki no Kyojin Chapter 139: Toward the Tree on That Hill Spoilers, 

Summary:

When Eren offered to drive Reiner home, he didn't expect Reiner to: 1. Gives an address that's not his home. 2. Bears his soul. 3. Confess to murder.

When Reiner confesses his murder to Eren, he didn't expect Eren to: 1. Not report him to the police 2. Cry about his ex. 3. Offered to have sex with him.

All not necessarily in that order.

I dunno why I feel the need to say this but: Sex is not a substitute for therapy or going to see a mental health professional.

Preview (400 ish words):

Eren walks into Reiner’s place and the first thing that he says is, “Damn, you live like this?”

The defeated look on Reiner’s otherwise expressive face is a sign enough for Eren how bad the problem has been festering.

Don’t get him wrong. Eren doesn’t care if the man suffers from time to time, but the years wear down on Eren. Now at 19 and has been friends with Reiner for four, without the burdens of their past lives and sides they were forced into, Eren is reminded how much he actually cares for Reiner. That stripped from the betrayals and war, there was a time when Eren depended on Reiner like an older brother would.

Now, in another life, far in the future, where there’s peace, and Reiner remembering nothing, it’s hard to let his friend suffer. Eren knows the problem, Reiner’s struggle is hard to detect but Eren knows what to look for. Even reincarnated so far from suffering, Reiner’s demons follow him.

When Eren said he’d drive Reiner home, he gave Eren to another address that wasn’t his home. It’s a studio apartment for one, a mattress in the corner plopped on the floor without a frame, the sheets look messy and Eren had his own struggles with nightmares to know what it meant. Bottles of alcohol and smell of weed, coping mechanisms. Take out boxes on the table, neglect of self-care.

“I thought you lived with your mom,” Eren says, walking into the small space. It’s really small, like a shoebox apartment he stayed in once in China.

“Uh,” Reiner rubs the back of his neck in discomfort, eyes shifting to the grimy floor. “I lied about that too.”

Eren sits himself down on the mattress and leans back to the wall. His eyes stare onto Reiner to continue. Reiner who glances at him defeatedly sighs.

“I got kicked out.”

Eren almost gasp. He remembered Reiner’s mom, met her at 15 as she bought him McDonald's, and tell her what a relief for Reiner to have such a good friend like Eren. All around a kind-looking woman, her eyes on Reiner were undoubtedly full of love.

He’s been fucking bamboozled.

Reiner sits down beside him, back hunched, eyes haunted. As haunted as they looked when Eren faced him under Tybur’s theatrical declaration of war. What happened to this Reiner cannot be as dramatic as that time to have the same haunted look, can it?

Reiner takes a deep breath then says without any hesitation, “My mom was in a toxic relationship for a couple of years now, but my mom won't leave her boyfriend so I killed him.”

Ymir be damned, it actually is parallelly that bad.

Click link for more!

[emotionalcello-makefanfics]

Note to self:

AHBHDBasd god it hurts so much. LOOK AT THIS ART. Look at how Eren looks up to the sky and just LOOK how Reiner looks at Eren instead and look at that look of LOVE AAAAAAAAAa. GoD, artists that can draw this look of LOVE just.... truly a gift to mankind, a sign that God has not truly forsaken us just yet. How can I NOT get inspired???

Ererei AU where Eren is born in Marley and becomes a warrior. Then he meets Reiner and has their Rival to Friends to Bromance to Straight-up Romance to Lovers trope, and they sneak out in the night to the rooftop, seeing stars and making promises and having dreams they can't have and Eren asks Reiner to run away with him instead of Mikasa ansajfdhsf.

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Oneshot gone rogue (3k words):

Tags: ch 139 aot spoiler (duh), spoilers on the whole ass manga, aaannnngsssttt.

AO3

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“Eren! You’re gonna get our ass killed!”

“We’ve survived wars and all you’re scared of is a little darkness?” The ass giggles, “Come on, you can hold my hand.”

“It’s not the dark I’m worried about and you know it!”

Reiner glares while Eren still hadn’t wiped that smug smirk on him. Their words always have a bite to them ever since warrior training until they’ve now become full-fledged warriors. But in the end, they never bite to draw blood. Even now, despite Reiner’s horror, he hasn’t let go of Eren’s hand and follow him into the dark maze of the Eldian camp.

It’s way past curfew and their camp is deep dark compared to the lights of the Marley area. Eren pulls him, away from the walls facing the city, far at the edge, going through narrow alleys, to a closed building. Reiner is scared out of his mind. He’s never been big on breaking rules, unlike Eren who had his jaw dislocated, his nose broken and his legs snapped for getting caught doing petty disobedience, but it never stops him.

Eren breaks into a building, and Reiner’s heart rate picks up.

“What are you doing!” Reiner screams whisper.

Eren smirks, pressing his thumbs at Reiner’s mouth, leaning close, “Shh, no one’s inside I promise. I won’t take you here if I wasn’t sure it’s safe.” He lands a kiss on top of Reiner’s and pulls him into the building.

It’s odd how that alone makes Reiner feels so much safer. As someone that had taken a role as a mentor along with Zeke, Reiner sometimes feels the weight crushing on his bones, but Eren... Eren takes everything in a stride.

Ever since they got back from Paradis Island, Eren had been in this haze of apathy and depression. Then out of nowhere, he got over it and starts being spontaneous instead. Making troubles, breaking rules, and the most surprising to everyone, he asked Reiner out to date.

But lately, Eren seems to be preoccupied. It’s like nothing matters. Not their prejudiced race, not the warrior's program, not their ticking years. Nothing. Until even Reiner doesn’t seem to matter too.

Until tonight. Eren wanted to take him somewhere special and the blush was imminent.

They climb the stairs to the rooftop. It’s so high up, they can see the glittering Marley’s lights from afar.

Eren stops, and Reiner bumped into him, “Lookup” he says.

When Reiner did, he swore he just gasps till his lung bursts. Stars like glitters all over the dark blue sky. They twinkle and sparkle and Reiner felt his heart stopped.

“Remember that night?” Eren’s voice got real low, his hand hangs on Reiner’s hips. “Our first night on Paradis Island mission. I was so scared.” Eren lands his temple against Reiner’s shoulder, his hair cascade down his face. “You were always trying to protect us, but I knew you’re scared too... Remember what you told me?”

Reiner looks down, and he remembers Eren’s scared face. Barely 11, Eren had always been brave and dedicated, more than Reiner could ever be, but that night, for the first time since Reiner knew him, he looked like a child.

“You told me, told us... that the sky is bigger than the titans and everything else in the world. That it’s so high up that no titans nor bullets can reach it. You said that if we died that night, that the horrible feeling won't last forever, because we’d ended up together in the same sky, safe from anything.”

Eren raises his head, and Reiner is once again struck with awe at how much Eren had grown. His hair flows down his shoulder that’s often in a bun, but Reiner always loves it down. He’s no longer that little twerp that didn’t even reach his chest, Eren now stands with him nose to nose. Those green eyes don’t look at him with hero worship nor a glint of rivalry anymore, but more fondly, kinder, softly. Reiner always finds it funny and in awe when his life has been nothing but fighting and war that he’ll have his share of softness from Eren out of all people.

But here he is. Eren’s eyes look at him like he had hung all the stars in the sky tonight, holding his hand tenderly.

And yet, Reiner can’t help that there’s something wrong. Because they don’t do this. Their relationship is blood, trust, and combat. Not this, not gazing at each other's faces lovingly in the glitter-painted sky.

“Eren...”

“Tomorrow’s festival,” Eren cuts almost abruptly. “Let's take the kids through the food market, spend it together, it’s been a while since we go on a date.”

Reiner could feel his heartbeat pulsing on his neck, “Sit next to me at Tybur’s play?”

“I can’t.”

And that confirms every fear Reiner had been haunted by. The days where Eren is nowhere to be seen, the haunted hollow eyes, his concealed whispers with his brother. Tonight, this moment seems like a goodbye.

“Eren, whatever it is you’re thinking, don’t do it.” Reiner wants to shout, but he forces his voice to whisper, and it’s close to sobbing.

Eren takes a solemn pause, his haunted eyes stare at Reiner. It haunts Reiner every night, how Eren’s spirit seems to die right in front of Reiner’s eyes. Maybe that’s hypocritical of him, since Reiner deteriorates in front of Eren too. None of them had been able to do anything about it. The war that’s forced on their hands waits for no one, especially cursed Eldians like them.

“If there’s no war-”

“There’s always going to be war Eren!” Reiner cuts, panicking. “You can’t let yourself think of-”

“If there’s no war,” Eren says firmer, eyes boring into Reiner’s. “Who am I to you?”

Reiner blinks, “What? What do you mean?”

“I know we never do this,” Eren looks to the side. “I know we’re partners more than we’re boyfriends. Warriors in arms, a fighter that I trust to guide my back, you’re all these things more than anything else. I know I’m that type of person to you too.” His eyes cast down to their shoes, Eren almost looks shy. It’s been ages since Eren looks shy, and it’s doing things to Reiner’s heart.

“So, if there’s no war, if we didn’t have to fight all the time, if we have freedom...” Eren continues, “How do you think we turn out to be? Who will we be for each other?”

Reiner remembers the day Eren asks him out, remember how happy he was. How easy they clicked together in everything, even in banter and fights, even more, when they kiss and have sex. It’s been way less lonely with Eren by his side, and no one had ever been able to do that for Reiner. Reiner could never imagine a life without Eren in it, he’s not sure that he’d live through this war if it wasn’t for this suicidally brave man.

Reiner cups his face, and Eren looks tragically young in that Eldian Warrior uniform. “You’ll still be annoying,” Reiner chuckles when Eren pouts. “Always going against what I told you, but small things, like how you’d use a rod to catch fish when I told you to use a net, just to piss me off.”

“It was worth it, and I was right.”

“We could’ve caught more fish with nets, anyway,” Reiner sighs exasperatedly with fondness, and he can see them in Eren too. His heart ached so badly. “We’d be in a house, by the hill, rivers by its foot. I’d set up a vegetable farm, while you tend for animals. Just the two of us... together.” Reiner feels himself smile, lets himself dream, though it made him bleed. “Maybe even adopt a few kids, watch them grow, and we’d be together till we’re just dust and bones...” Reiner didn’t realize he’s crying until he choked.

“Why... why did you ask me that?” His chest hurts, and with every heartbeat, it gets worse. His tears rain down, “Why would you let me dream?”

The pain is then soon gone with shock when Eren says, “Run away with me.”

Reiner glares, “We can’t, Eren!”

“We can!” Eren cries, holding onto him desperately.

“Tomorrow Tyburs is declaring war on Paradis, our roles are essential to the war-”

“But it’s not our war! It’s never supposed to be our war!”

“The war has only just begun!”

“The war has gone for far too long!” Eren’s voice lowers dangerously, “It had started before any of us were born, long before our great great great ancestors were born, but why do we get to be the one who fights it!”

“Because it’s just is,” Reiner’s voice weakens, “We aredestined to fight, it’s always going to be our path.” Reiner eyes the wall. “We didn’t have the privilege of a choice.”

“But if you do?” Eren whispers, he’s stepping back, looking at Reiner like one of them will disappear. “If you have a choice right now to do anything you want, what would you do?”

Reiner frowns, “Don’t do this to me.”

“Tell me.”

“Don’t give me hope.”

“Just answer me.”

“What does it matter? We’d be together in the end anyway, free in the starry sky-”

“What do you want?”

“I’ve said it,” Reiner clutches his chest, “I just want us to be together and free.” He sucks a breath at the deep swirling pain in his chest and choked out “I would’ve run away with you.”

Eren looks at him with that aloof smile, “We can do that.”

Reiner chuckles mirthlessly, “We’re in a heavily guarded area. Titans or not, we’d be shot dead if we stepped out-”

“What if I found a way?” Eren’s dead-set eyes pin Reiner at a spot, his dead serious voice is sobering, “What if I found a way for us to leave?”

Reiner had run out of breath yet again. His face cold with dried-up tears, his hands shaking at his side from fear, excitement, and from holding onto hope. He looks at Eren’s unrelenting face, the one he wears when he’s going down the battlefield and is determined to do anything at all to survive. Then the emptiness after that, bloodsoaked and tired. Weighed down with guilt and horror. And Reiner will lean onto him, weighed down by the same thing.

Reiner remembers the little moments they had in Paradis island. Moments like this after they’re dating. Those moments are rare jewels that he kept on his locked keepsake box.

“We can be together,” Eren says, there’s a smile there that Reiner had never seen before. “We can be free in this little blue dot before we go to the stars.”

“We only have three years left.”

“I know.”

There’s a manic smile on Reiner’s face, and another sigh of defeat. “Let’s go.”

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Reiner dreams a weird dream.

He’s in a boat onwards to Marley. On the deck are the devils of Paradis Island. Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and that weird scientist Hange. Gaby and Falco sitting next to each other, blushing as they steal glances at the other. Annie is alive and well, talking to Armin wearing a shy expression that Reiner had never seen. And there’s this feeling, wishing that Bertholt was here.

Across the sea, he sees steam and smoke. He knows he’s going to war, with the Paradis island devils are on the same side. Yet strangely, it feels like going home.

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“Reiner.”

The voice snaps him to what feels like reality. Eren is holding a bucket of fish and a rod held on his other hand.

Reiner scoffs, “I told you to use the fishing net.”

“Shut up,” Eren chuckles, sitting beside him on the porch and Reiner leans his head on him. Eren smells damp and of moss. “I got a cod for you.”

Reiner blinks and things get bright. There’s the sea and then there’s here. A wooden house on the hill. Eren seems older. His hair is cut short.

“Are we...” Reiner can’t believe what he’s about to say. Are we free? Where are we? What’s going on? He knows the answer to all of those questions, but at the moment, this doesn’t feel real.

“Are you okay?” Eren asks.

“I’m not sure.”

“We’ve been having a lot of those these days, I guess it’s time.” Reiner looks at Eren who looks back funny. “We’re reaching the end of our last years.”

“We’re dying,” Reiner mumbles emptily.

“That we are.”

And so that night, they walk up to the top of the hill to have their dinner, like they do every night. Reiner knows this, yet today, it feels like it’s the first and the last time. None of them remembers what date it was when they first inherit their titans. None of them remembers what day today is, they measure the time with the season. It’s spring. Flowers bloom all around them, the stars are even more bright and colorful than when they were on Paradis Island.

Reiner looks at the night sky and remembers the day Eren asked him to run.

“Did you ever regret running away with me?” Eren’s voice sounds far away, but when he looks, Eren is right in front of him. Hand in hand, face to face, at the top of the hill, looking at the stars.

Eren blushes prettily, the amber from the campfire shines on half his face, accentuating his features, showing how much he had grown. Eren at 22 years old has high cheekbones, slim jaws, and round eyes. His hair always looks soft but terrible bed head when he wakes up. His body filled with lean muscle tones. Compared to him, Reiner looks like a deteriorating gorilla. But here they are, choosing each other to spend their last days together, abandoned everything they’ve ever known.

Reiner smiles wetly, cradling Eren’s face, “Never,” he whispers. “These three years are the happiest I’ve been in my life... Thank you for taking me.”

A tear escaped his big green eyes, cold hands cupping over Reiner’s. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Reiner. I had to,” the broken voice begs.

Reiner has a watery smile, deep down he had known, but he had been happy. He knows what happiness felt like. “I know you do. I forgive you.”

“Reiner,” Eren’s voice soft, his touch warm and he says sweetly, “I love you.”

Reiner’s tears stream down to his smile, “I love you too.”

Warm breath on his face. Soft lips on his. The familiar body pressed against him. Warm, solid, and loving.

It feels like coming home.

Eren in his arms has gone cold. He leans back and looks. Half of his torso blown off by the armored titan’s fist, green eyes look blankly towards the spring blue sky. Soft long hair cradles his sunken face. Splotches of tears on his pale skin. The mist all around them is the only thing that’s left of the Titans. Even Reiner’s own that he had freshly jumped out of had turned to mist in a blink.

Reiner is hit with three years worth of illusion that didn’t happen. Eren had never asked him to run away, never even took him out of curfew to see the stars, but Eren had wanted to, that’s why he took Reiner in the only way he can. In reality, Eren wouldn’t offer to run, his destiny is spoken by the god Ymir herself, not even Reiner could stop him. And Reiner would’ve said no, if they left their family would be killed and tortured.

What Eren did instead was disappearing to side with Paradis after Armin attacked at Tybur’s declaration of war.

Reiner wants to be angry at Eren for his betrayal, for killing so many people. He wants to feel happy now that the war is over, and there are no more titans. But he felt empty instead.

What’s left now is the surviving people of the rumbling, Reiner, and his dead lover in his arms.

For warriors, he doesn’t get to decide who survives the war. Reiner does, and Eren ended it. The war is over.

So, Reiner takes Eren home.

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“Reiner!”

“I’m here!” Reiner screams back, he goes up the hill, a pile of net on his shoulder and a bucket of a couple of fishes on the right.

Gaby meets him halfway down the hill. The years after the war had done her good. She’s calmer, taller, matured. Sometimes the war still catches up on her in her dreams, but Reiner is there for her, as she does for him.

“Where are you going?” Reiner eyes the outfit she’s wearing. She even put make-up on. She never puts on make-up for anything, not even for Mikasa’s and Jean’s wedding.

“I’m going to the Peace Festival.”

“Ah, so you’re meeting with Falco.”

The blush goes through her foundation, “He has nothing to do with anything!”

Reiner chuckles, “Have fun.”

“How about you come with me this year?” Gabby asks, as she always does every year.

And Reiner’s answer is always the same, “No, I got my own date.”

Gabby smiles still, but it’s been less and less understanding, and sadder and sadder.

Reiner cooks, picks flowers, makes lemonade, and brings it up to the hill.

The sun is setting as Reiner sets a picnic beside Eren’s headstone. Far away in the distance, he can see the peak of colorful buildings. It’s amazing how much humanity could rebuild in ten years after 90% of its population murdered.

Night falls, colorful lanterns floats to the sky, symbolizing the fallen soldiers and victims of the rumbling joining the heavens.

“I hated that you had to do it,” Reiner says, “But I get it. I’m a free man in a world without war and it is beautiful. I never thought this world could ever be beautiful...” His breath catches, hands on the bed of grass beside Eren’s headstone. “I just wished you didn’t have to do it. I wished you’re here with me.”

Or so Reiner says every time he celebrates the end of war anniversary with Eren, but as a decade had gone by, Reiner feels more and more content.

The world without war is peaceful. He feels proud every day seeing Gabby grow. He’s amazed to see how fast and pacifist humanity had evolved. Reiner finds that he’s beginning to like being alive.

So, he’s content to wait in this little blue dot until his time to join Eren with the stars.

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*sobs in the corner

Happy Valentine's day!

After the war is over, I'll get all the stars out of the sky for you.

[jasakime]

Reiner is a big Boi 👀

Dialogue exchange is from ForestFish's fanfic! Check it out if you're into Highschool AUs 😊

[mubroom]

🌿 FLORESCER

📌 para @.skayevwe; 📁 formado: capa de fanfic; 💾 caso se inspire, credite.

[dorms-fic-archive]

Companion piece to  the downward spiral.

[Ao3 Link]

Preview:

"Someone's going to ask who did this to you."

"I'm not in hospice anymore."

Reiner sneered to mask his own unease. "Can't take care of it yourself?"

"That's what I usually do, yeah. Like I said, it doesn't hurt." His eyes glittered. "I'll show you." He put his hand up to his face.

Reiner had heard enough. He crossed the space between them in three strides, snatched Eren's wrist. "You won't do shit if you're smart."

Reiner had thicker digits and a strong grip. Eren glanced at his hand, then back to his face. "I didn't think you would actually come over here."

[ghostmartyr]

Eren and Reiner 17 and 14, based during the soon to come suprise attack on Paradis after the attack on Liberio, with Eren doing the confessing. IF still doing these, of course.

There’s a clarity in chaos. Throw punches. Dive this way. Break this arm. Rip through this neck. Simple, impulsive hits that make sense. There’s a fight. So fight.

Another explosion heats Eren’s neck, scrapes of dirt and brick shredding his face. He doesn’t feel it anymore. Even the man rushing towards him, changing his mind one more damn time in this fight, only brings back a spark.

The kid in Eren’s arms went quiet a while ago. Wide, traumatized eyes look at him like she wants a fight, but the last bite marks healed hours ago.

Sasha’s killer. Falco’s friend.

Reiner’s cousin.

The world’s a joke. Eren can’t remember laughing.

“Your cousin’s here to rescue you,” he says blandly, watching the dirt the Armored Titan kicks up. He never got to watch up close when he was a kid.

Reiner moves fast when he has a goal. He moves faster when that goal’s protecting someone.

That was a problem, in Liberio. Now, it makes Eren wish he could feel enough to cry. They’re in a battlefield full of lost fights. He planned for it. The plan’s not done, but he’s been for months. The only scrap of feeling he has left is in his arms, and coming to try to save the day.

Reiner slides into a mound of grass and sand, sending a rain of grime over Eren’s head, and reaching out a hand too massive to really help. Eren lumps the brat in one arm and leaves their hellhole at a run, tossing her up and taking a diving leap himself.

The hand, too warm, steaming already even though no one else has figured out what Reiner’s fighting for today, feels like safety. It closes over their heads, mud and sand and gravel only missing the brat’s because Eren forces her head down. Maybe he does know how to cry.

Reiner’s loud footsteps beat into the ground. Explosions sound off. More distant than they really are.

Gabi’s shaking.

Reiner’s cousin.

Eren hates battleships.

“Reiner doesn’t let people die,” Eren lies. It’s the lie Reiner wants to be real, and it’s what he’s trying to turn the tides with. He’s told worse.

The girl’s voice is wrung out from pain. She even sounds like Reiner. “I’m not afraid to die, d-demon!”

She’s lying, too. One big happy family of liars. “Good.”

She’s quiet again, after that, and Eren prefers it. He counts the lines on Reiner’s fingers. The smallest one is still too large for his hands to hold. He doesn’t know what the point would be, anyway.

It’s lifting them. It’s hard to tell in between the harsh jerks that have Eren grabbing his stowaway more than she wants, but Reiner’s hand is lifting them up.

Another conversation.

Or he just wants to make sure that his cousin’s alive. The disappointment is crushing, but compared to what comes next, it’s only one more bump. Reiner’s sentimental. He’ll want to see Gabi’s face with his eyes. He can’t do that without showing his to Eren’s.

Sure enough, the roof of hand opens up, and they’re deposited safely on Reiner’s shoulder. The distant thuds could be thunder. Familiar trees stand in front of them, and the Armored Titan comes to a halt.

Steam rises from his neck, and Eren stays sitting instead of lurching forward.

The cousin doesn’t have that problem. She runs the way she hasn’t since leaving her cell, and with a rip of flesh and red mist sprouting from the steam, the face of her true savior emerges.

Reiner.

Eren could run at him too.

The lines in his face are hard and panicked, but they soften when he sees his little cousin. Pain and gentleness comes off him in waves as his freed hand grabs Gabi in a secure lock.

Eren might as well not exist.

That’s fine.

That’s how it’s supposed to be.

That’s how it will be, in the end.

But it’s not over yet, and his chest aches with the rest of him.

Cousin delivered. His one extra job done. Delaying the inevitable now will only make the damage harder to repair. It’s time to walk away from Reiner, and his small glow of happiness.

He should turn around and transform. He doesn’t have a passenger to worry about anymore. Zeke’s waiting.

Reiner looks up from Gabi and finds Eren, still sitting on his shoulder.

The gentleness leaves, and Reiner the soldier boy, the Reiner Eren the soldier boy watched, wanting to be and then just wanting, stares at him. Anger is too weak for what’s left between them. Nothing else feels right.

His hand did, but that’s something Eren needs to forget.

Reiner can’t want to put words to it all more than Eren does, but Eren isn’t moving, and Reiner asks. Holding Gabi and looking lost. “Why?”

Eren’s fingers run over his palms, counting the lines they share with Reiner. “Everyone’s asking that today,” he says. “It hasn’t gotten them anywhere, either.”

Reiner doesn’t look confused. He looks tired. The same tired Eren feels in his soul, that Eren exploited so he could have an excuse not to kill Reiner even while he killed everyone else.

“Eren,” Reiner says, outlined by steam and giant trees, trees Eren sat in when he put words to how much he hated the boy standing in front of him, hated his face, hated his values, and just hated.

Because the one thing he never thought he’d feel over Reiner was hate. He was perfect. The perfect soldier. He stood over all the rest of him with a confidence that let Eren think they could win. Picking Eren up off the dirt with a smile, telling him he could do anything.

All while he was the bad guy.

Eren’s the bad guy now.

Feelings leak out the way they haven’t since his explosion at Hange. Reiner helping Armin. Reiner pulling him off Jean, laughing that deep laugh that made Eren’s ears still the rest of him. Reiner complimenting his fighting skills. Reiner’s hand going through his hair for a pat while Eren stood there wanting to grab it.

Reiner, crying about being a stupid kid.

Reiner, begging Eren to kill him.

Reiner, taking Eren’s hand one last time.

Emotion that makes all of this harder when it started at impossible. Like the angry brat who thought everything was just that simple, Eren turns around and shouts it to the trees.

“Because I love you!”

His hand goes up to his mouth, ready to bite even while the words keep falling out. Ready for the salt burning in his eyes to evaporate. “I’ll always love you,” he says, wishing for hate.

He turns slightly, not looking, but not ignoring Reiner either. “And if you care about that brat as much as you think you do, you’d better start running.”

His teeth clamp down, and there’s a good chance the last thing Eren’s human eyes ever see will be the Armored Titan’s hand, dropped down to his side.

Too shocked to stop Eren.

The only mercy Eren has left to offer anyone he loves.

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@candy-gothic

Ok while I was looking for the fic. I found another one. That seems to be pretty good so far 😳 i just read 2 chaps

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i just want to read fics where eren fucks reiner so hard he starts crying. reiner looks so submissive and breedable what the fuck i just want to read more of that and the tags on ao3 are surprisingly lacking of said fics!!!!! they say write the content you want to read but man i have limited english vocabulary and i use it everyday when writing fics from another fandom!! i already wrote one for ererei!!!

[dorminchu]

i have never felt such frustration; or lack of self-control

Summary: Thrashing upward with his stump, Eren pushes off with his good leg. The crutch clatters to the floor as he hooks his arm around Reiner's nape and drags him to the ground. Annie must have taught him. They're struggling on the floor. Blistered, pink skin against Reiner's calluses. Eren's jaw tightens. Reiner tightens his grip. "You did this, when?" "This morning." Eren's throat bobs. He smells like sour breath and sweat. His eyes glint when he adds, "What are you, my carer?"

NSFW below the cut.

a/n: I was trying to write for a different AoT-related project, but the brainworms took hold. Back to the problematic favs with a "pilot episode"; Zeke using Reiner's confliction as a proxy to manipulate Eren (and vice-versa). All's fair in love and war, amirite?

Falco's new friend from the hospice keeps cropping up in friendly conversation. Now Gabi wants to meet him. "He's probably a spy," she says, though Falco won't hear of it.

"He's just forgotten who he is. It's the shellshock."

"You're way too trusting of what others say," Gabi mutters. "No wonder your aptitude is so low."

"So? You're too pushy," Falco insists. "He's a private man, he wants to be left alone."

Back and forth. Most days, Reiner has to grin and bear it. Now, out of their meetings with William Tybur and Magrath, Galliard's been prodding as well: "Why are you spending so much time out on patrol? Shouldn't you be socializing with all the politicians? Tybur's sister keeps asking about you, I can't keep telling her you're at work."

"I'm keeping the internment zone clear. These anti-Marleyan bastards might try to do something massive, especially during such a event as the festival. Best to be safe than sorry."

"You don't have Bertholdt kissing your ass anymore," Galliard says, "it doesn't mean I have to do the same."

Reiner shrugs. "Right. You have Pieck for that."

"You want to say something," Galliard hisses, flushing, "say it to my face, you prick. Don't drag her into this."

As a kid, Galliard was always the one picking on him. Now, with four years' experience in Paradis, it's difficult to feel the same level of shame for a guy who's never left the uncomplicated chaos of war on the front lines.

"I'm not the one sucking up to my compatriots," Reiner says coolly. "I'm protecting my country. The same as Bertholdt did, and your brother."

Galliard's jaw twitches. "You're so sanctimonious, it makes me want to vomit."

Civic duty brings Reiner back to the tenements in the middle of the afternoon. He should be attending those parties with the rest. Instead, he's rapping on the door. "Krueger," he barks.

No response. Might be out for the afternoon. Reiner's asked around the tenement, once or twice. The consensus is that Eren Krueger keeps to himself. He buys whiskey from the general store and occasionally medical supplies to dress his wounded eye and leg. He has a job sorting mail behind the desk at the local post office.

In the last year, there's been a societal push for Eldian servicemen to have jobs, even if it's menial labor and out of sight from the general public. It gives the Marlyeans a reason to console themselves that they aren't complete scum, and the Eldians an incentive not to revolt against their betters.

Reiner's gotten enough shit from Galliard and Magrath wasting his time down here. If he asks around too much, Eren will start changing his strategy.

The uneven beat of the crutch. “People are going to get the wrong idea if you keep following me around.” He's gaunt, and hasn't shaved. There are circles under his eyes. He isn't wearing any bandages and his left eye bears a perforated scar down the cornea. "Vice-Captain."

"I've got a warrant," Reiner says. "Let me in."

Eren, pushing the door wider with his shoulder, does nothing to contest this. If he had a warrant, he would present the papers. There's enough corruption within the Public Security Authorities that most veterans just keep their traps shut.

The door shuts behind him. The smell of disinfectant offset by stale air. The kitchen is cleaner than expected, considering Eren's bedraggled appearance. "It gets boring talking to the wall all day," he says, hobbling towards the old bedroom. "Do you drink?"

"Not while I'm working."

Eren nods. "If you could open the drawer, please."

Reiner does so. Stacks of letters, newspapers. If Eren's spending on alcohol, he doesn't have the money for much else. "Any news from Paradis?"

Eren doesn't answer straight away. He shuts the door with his good leg. "What are you here for?"

"Collateral." Eren stares at him, waiting for elaboration. "Can't hardly call myself a Vice-Captain if you blow up half the tenement."

"I've managed so far."

Reiner scoffs. "You're fucking mental."

"What does that make you?"

Reiner grabs him by the shirt. Past the blood in his ears, he can barely hear the traffic outside. Thrashing upward with his stump, Eren pushes off with his good leg. The crutch clatters to the floor as he hooks his arm around Reiner's nape and drags him to the ground. Annie must have taught him.

They're struggling on the floor. Blistered, pink skin against Reiner's calluses. Eren's jaw tightens.

Reiner tightens his grip. "You did this, when?"

"This morning." Eren's throat bobs. He smells like sour breath and sweat. His eyes glint when he adds, "What are you, my carer?"

Reiner's face twists. He pushes Eren off to fall harmlessly on the floorboards. Eren's mouth splits into a tremulous grin, on the verge of beatific. He isn't smiling when Reiner grabs him by the scruff of the collar and smacks his head into the wall opposite the bed. "Let's get this straight," Reiner says, dangerously quiet. "You ain't in the position to be asking me for favors. Your friends ain't coming to your rescue. You really don't have jack shit." Nose-to-nose, Eren doesn't flinch. "Give me a reason not to turn you in to Marley."

"Go ahead," Eren grunts, "it'll be the best thing we ever did for mankind."

He can lift Eren off the ground without much effort. He knocks his head into the wall and Eren starts snickering. "You think I'm fucking scared of you? Turn me in, it won't change anything," Eren pants. "The war will go on and you and I will be nothing but a footnote in Paradis and Marley's history. What's your family going to say? That you took your time with a war-criminal. Marley'll punish them in your stead. The least you can do is spare them that pain."

Reiner could call him names, remind him what a stupid, pedantic little brat he used to be. In the reflection of his sclera, all he'll ever be is the boy who traded his life for Berwick's.

Eren's grown up, tempered his despair into a weapon. And there is Reiner, always on the precipice between the barrel of a Mauser and enough self-awareness. Without Bertholdt to set him straight, or Annie to compete with, he'll turn to his enemy for a scrap of approval.

Eren's expression shifts. He's staring at Reiner intently.

"Is that all you wanted?" he asks. He’s looking at his mouth.

Bertholdt and Annie. Pieck and Porco. Everyone pairs off, leaving him with a dead man's inheritance. Berwick never got the chance.

What remains of Reiner's self-control is forgotten for the moment as he crushes their mouths together. Shoving him on the bed. Eren grunts, pulling him closer.

He tugs Eren's chinos past his thighs and sinks to his knees. The hot weight on his palate. Eren swears audibly, grabbing the back of his head. Despite his enthusiasm, it takes half a minute for him to stutter to a finish. Reiner swallows, half-amused.

“Shit,” Eren mutters, wets his lips. The tips of his ears pink. He takes a breath and his voice is even again. "It's... been a while."

Reiner strips off his jacket. Untucking his shirt from his belt. "Figures you'd be a quick shot."

"Go fuck yourself," Eren bites.

The first sign of emotion that's not indifference or nihilistic despair. Reiner huffs. He flips Eren over. Open-mouthed bites from his nape to the notches of his spine, retracing the same path with his tongue. His ribs stand out. All he does is drink, most likely.

"Reiner," Eren hisses.

"Shut up."

Thumbs dragging down the cleft of his ass. Eren tenses. Pushing himself up on his hands to compensate for his lack of a calf.

"The end-table," Eren mutters.

Reiner stands up too quickly to be composed. He walks over to the drawer, opens it. Bottle of antiseptic. A standard first-aid kit that looks new. A tin of petroleum. It's safer bet than machine oil.

Eren rolls his shoulders. "Come on."

Reiner grabs the tin, slams the drawer shut.

His fingers tacky. Eren shoves back onto Reiner as well as he can. Three fingers as far as his body will permit, prodding around until Eren groans through his teeth, twitching. Reiner keeps pumping, reaching over to free his cock, greasing himself in turn.

When he lines up, on his knees, he's panting harder than he should. Eren sucks in a breath, then curses as Reiner starts to split him open. His grip on the sheets flexes, white-knuckled. Apart from this, he's silent.

The force behind Reiner's hips pushes him forward until he has to brace himself against the wall. Reiner pulls out only to shove back in, each time a little deeper. Eren's head wilts, like a horse with too heavy a load.

Reiner almost stops to check if he’s all right. For his hesitation, Eren snorts, “Ah? Who’s a quick shot?”

Pulling out and shoving back in, deep enough that Eren shouts, planting his weight between the wall and the mattress. The stump of a leg judders. His cock weeping against his stomach. Reiner pushes his head down so he doesn't have to look at him.

Eren finishes between his chest and the sheets, moaning. Reiner presses the side of his fist to Eren’s mouth. Eren bites down as if they’ve been shacking up in the barracks for months instead of errant fantasy. His breath hot and stuttering, the kiss of saliva against the bite.

Reiner’s pace turns sloppy. He catches himself on his hands so he doesn't collapse on top of Eren. If they weren’t enemies from the other side of the ocean, they’d still be Eldian throwaways. He tucks himself back into his pants. They're both breathing hard.

Eren, supine, could be a dead man until his chest inflates, deflates. He rolls over, pushes himself upright.

"Don't talk to Grice anymore," says Reiner shortly. "If I so much as hear a Mister Kruger out of his mouth, they're going to have to scrape what's left of you off of the street."

Eren levels his gaze. He nods. "I won't be seeing you again."

Reiner stops. It's not a question, but the inflection of his voice leaves more room for open-ended answers. "No," he says, at length. "You'll be going back home."

"I never told you I was going home," says Eren slowly.

Reiner shrugs. "Grice mentioned it."

It was Zeke, but Eren doesn’t need to know. He'll be interested to hear about this.

[chili-aux]

Im honestly so done with aot fandom wars really. I now let people spew whatever shit they want. It gets toxic in the end. I started hating so many characters because of this irritating fandom till I realized that a bunch of teenagers dont have the right to steal my love for this story away from me. Theyre so ridiculous really it looks like a bunch of kids decided to watch AOT and miss the point entirely. Yams wrote a beautiful story that gets more interesting when you reread it. I wasnt even aware of shipping wars till I finished the manga only to realize its hellfire here. I just assumed oh Erwin loved Marry but chose the corps how sad. Shadis had a thing for Carla. Bittersweet. Oh Ymir and Historia loved each other. Tragic. Reiner is a historia simp great. Oh Levi and Hanji are closeted lovers who just cant accept they're into each other. And thats it. But I went online just to see wow manga discussions yaaay and I ran into middle school children shipping Levi with Eren/Mikasa I mean are you ok? Are you not unhinged? Do you need therapy? Seriously guys wtf? Levi/Erwin? WTF? They're literally brothers wtf? Hange/Moblit, WTF? Are you even aware of the concept of friendship and loyalty that runs in the army? Do you think everyone in the army is in love with each other wtf is this logic Im sorry Im so done with this fandom. AOT deserved better fans who'd appreciate the story and its depth. Apart from a few plotholes that made no sense. (Especially hanji's useless fking death, dude she could've lived ok its so unfair. Anyways) I also can't stand it when people start making Yuri and Yaoi ships of two clearly straight characters. I don't mind if you ship characters within a show that have some sort of legitimacy FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. But literally changing everything about characters just so they can fit your idea of a stupid ship is pathetic. A character is so much more than someone you ship with someone. Grow tf really.

hi anon, thank you for sharing! i am tired too. i honestly cannot wait for the time i will get over this anime, but if that time comes, i will still ship levihan and probably continue making fanfics about them. at this moment though, I still hyper-fixate on this ship.

I agreed with some of your points, like that with a bunch of kiddos ruining our experience cuz damn, I've seen it a lot after I joined the fandom but I just stayed on my place and blocked a lot of them for peace of mind. And really, at first, I don't have any ship in aot not until i rewatched it for the 2nd time, that's when I have noticed levihan's bond then boom, I'm riding this ship forever. But when I dove through aottwt, I discovered that eren-levi and those ships that involved a veteran and a 104th member exist, damn I just wanna cringe so hard (or i did cringe hard) cuz why? that's fukcing illegal, my brain can't even comprehend why some people ship those characters who obviously treat each other in canon in a parental-child way.

and hange's death? so true! it's just useless when falco will have the ability to turn into a titan and fly by the later chapters -_- they're just one day away from the end of the rumbling but... fck I'm sad again.

however, i do not agree with some of your points.

disclaimer: I'm not mad anon!

eruri and mobuhan aren't illegal. people can ship them cuz of the exact reason that you said - the concept of friendship and loyalty that runs in the army. i admit I cannot see levi/erwin and hange/moblit in a romantic relationship too like how you perceived it, they're just more like superior-subordinate for me that I can't affiliate their relationship to bud in something that will surpass that. but the loyalty and friendship between those characters, i think, are enough for other people to ship them. why? because there aren't any spoken rules in shipping so we don't have the right to dictate what they ship (proshippers aren't included. stop.)

and babe, what's wrong with yuri and yaoi ships?? aot characters' genders aren't mentioned in the source material (though i see hange as nonbinary cuz of the searches that i made before when i kept on seeing gender wars that always involved hange.)

the case is, there's this term called 'projecting'. people are often doing this in the fictional characters that they love - projecting their identity or what they headcanon about this certain character that, whether we like it or not, often diverge away from the source material. i believed that there's no harm in doing so. they see erwin as gay? let them. they see nanaba as nonbinary? let them. they see levi as pansexual? let them. they ship mikasasha? let them. they ship ererei(erenxreiner)? let them.

it's pride month babe. and even if it's not pride month, people can ship yaoi and yuri. people can project their identities that they cannot express in real life to their favorite characters. and you can't stop them from doing so no matter what. that is their decision and we don't have a say on that. it's not pathetic nor dumb.

but yes, do not reduce any character to ship material. that's downright stupid. and as anon said, grow the fuck up.

thank you for sharing still. and as I've said, I'm not mad! i just want to clear some things that i don't share the same sentiment with you.

[kaschy]

So I saw your post about unpopular ships you like, and I seriously thought no one else liked Ererei other than me. Another concept I wanted to run by you/see if you’ve thought of before is Reicel? I have not seen any content for it ever, but judging from your blog I think it might be something you’d enjoy shipping.

Hey Nonnie! You’re not alone, that’s for sure. I was just trawling through ao3 the other day looking for after-timeskip fic with little luck. Hopefully someone will write something soon. Until then, I’ll just enjoy the art.

Reicel is ok, though I wish we’d seen more of their relationship as kids. Marcel really threw Reiner under the bus by having him become warrior instead of Porco, but I could certainly see something happening in modern AU. I also like the idea of them being close friends in modern AU as well. If you’re looking for content, there’s of course the ever amazing natsuichi on twitter and her pixiv. I’m sure there’s other content around as well, though I don’t remember seeing English fanfic for it in the past (though I haven’t gone looking either).

[jasakime]

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