#this time it's reiner

[delilahsdaydream]

One thing about me is that when I finish Attack On Titan, I'm gonna go right back to season 1 episode 1 and watch it all again. And again.

[pinkmirth]

reiner braun drives a big, fat, expensive fucking tonka. it’s coating is this sleek cherry red, and the leathery interior is large & cozy enough to do just about anything; propping up your pedicured feet, storing your vast collection of shopping bags ( courtesy of reiner’s pretty little black card ) with extra space to spare, and sprawling out the passengers seat far to take a ‘comfortable enough’ nap. there’s also room for much more— when rei’s feeling gracious enough to give into your advances, which happens more often then not, he’ll park his precious vehicle aside, pull the both of you into the backseat with giggles and brisk touches, and thoroughly fuck you upon onyx leather.

[keischreiber]

Lowkey thinking here about how Gabi just adopts a new uncle. Levi is now part of the Braun family.

Gabi asking for stories.

Reiner: The captain stabbed me in the neck once, and the chest. I somehow managed to survive.

Levi at family reunions: Bastard wouldnt die even if you tried to kill him.

[chuuyaandreaderkilldazai]

[annie-handholder]

POV: Reiner forgot he was a warrior again

[bastart13]

There's underrated comedy in the differences in fantasy aging

Iseul was never asked to babysit again

[480pfootage]

Reiner's here to wish everyone a happy valentines

[amesemii]

SJSJSJSJSJSK SORRY YALL BUT IVE GOT BRAINROT FOR MEN WHO CANT GET ENOUGH OF THEIR LADY.

disclaimer; it’s some lovey dovey stuff but it gets suggestive and a lil nasty towards the end.!

•HIM ALL UP ON YOU AS SOON AS YOH WALK INTO THE HOUSE AFTER YOUR GIRLS TRIP

•”Are you gonna let me go pee?” “We can go pee together.”

•*follows you around the house to be all up under you*

•soooo many kisses

•the gifts.. eg; nail and toes apt, hair apt, lashes, etc cause he missed you

•dates and late night drives

•”when can i see you again mama?”

•”you can always just come over.”

•*flips camera around to show your house*

•and you unlock the door cause who are you to keep that man waiting outside!?

•immediately yall hug and he’s quick to grip ya neck and kiss you

•the kiss was all but holy. sloppy, indecent, erotic, and just plain nasty.

•he carries you to the couch and sits you on his lap to let yall continue the vile thing you two had going on and he groans.

•”need you so bad daddy please” you grind on him already needy for him

•”soon mama, you gotta wait.”

EREN, CONNIE, REINER, ARAN,ONY

uhm hey yall!! this was my first time writing something and PUBLISHING it sooo lmk what i can do better.

[deathberi]

じゃあな ハンジ。

[aot-apricity]

"The Twelve Brats of Christmas: A Story of Twelve Inebriated Soldiers and their Long-Suffering Mother Captain"

[pinkmirth]

handsomeeeee ❤︎

[lotus-pear]

forever in shambles over them :(

[oxygenbefore1775]

Reiner's lovers do have a habit of screaming his name whenever he's in a life or death situation

[to-rise-above-monsters]

dear bertholdt.

Summary: Reiner left his overcoat in preparation for a meeting and asked Annie to get it from his room. Begrudgingly, she agreed. Though she immediately regrets it when a box of letters falls from the top shelf. Maybe regret isn’t all there is. She found something more.

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CW: angst, canon compliant (so major characters death,, Bertholdt is dead<3), rba centric, can be read as romantic or platonic reibert but reibert nonetheless

Takes place post-timeskip (the second one, post-war), a few years into settling into ambassador life.

Apologies for any ooc, I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic in Annie’s perspective/focus,, I also haven’t written on her before and also haven’t written and posted in general for forever

(This was meant to be a comic and is so clear in my mind but I don’t have the time nor talent to execute it 😔)

Happy Birthday Bertholdt can’t believe ur dead ♥️

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Reiner told her to get his coat. What that asshole didn’t tell her was how ridiculously high his coat hangers were. It shouldn’t have loomed over her the way it did. It was almost taunting, mocking her with its impossible height. They had probably raised Reiner’s closet bar for his big, hulking self and possibly lowered hers as some sort of unspoken courtesy. Annie sighed deeply, already regretting being here. Sure, tell the short girl to get your big ass coat from your tall ass closet. Embarrassingly, she jumped; she jumped a few times. If a glare could kill, there'd be holes burnt into the pockets.

Fuck off.

The stupid coat was simply out of reach. She could usually manage by grabbing the shoulder and lifting it from there but even then she couldn’t manage. She kicked the closet door in frustration, hard enough to make it rattle, and looked around for reinforcements. Somewhere nearby had to be a stool or something, anything, to make this easier. 

She found a tall chair and dragged it over with a bit more force than necessary. The legs scraped against the floor and that sound annoyed her even more. 

Finally, she lined it up, climbed up with a huff, and snatched the coat off the hanger in one triumphant, final fuck you. But as she jumped off the chair with her prize, she heard something else fall. A clatter, a shuffle, the distinct sound of things spilling. She grumbled and turned around.

If I have to do one more thing, I’m killing someone.

She cringed when her eyes fell onto the mess. Her jumping and kicking and overall exasperation now had a bunch of shit spilled on the floor from the top shelf of the tall closet. An old box, the size and look of a shoe box, had lost its lid and scattered papers everywhere. She at first started to snatch them up without discretion, just trying to stuff them back in. But a name caught her eyes.

Bertholdt.

Her fingers froze. She didn’t want to snoop. She would have killed anyone who went through her stuff like this. She tried to cast out the memory of seeing the name. She quickly tried to collect them all and put the box, along with this moment, far back into the closet. But there it was again, unmistakable.

Bertholdt.

Something came over her. An overwhelming wave, pulling her under before she could even name it. It felt so sudden, so heavy, all-consuming. She held the pages in her hands, her grip tightening unconsciously. 

The small, trembling pool she had collected seemed insignificant against the sheer ocean of papers spilled out before her. They spread across the floor like a map of emotions she wasn’t sure she wanted to navigate. And each one… each one bore the same familiar name.

Dear Bertholdt,

Her chest tightened, an ache spreading in places she thought she’d long since numbed. With a breath, she carefully placed them in the box one by one. It blurred past her, the same line repeated over and over. Her eyes couldn’t help but snag on the same arrangement of letters, the same handwriting. There were a hundred, maybe even more, all addressed… and dated. She paused.  

They had an order. 

Written at the top of each of them was a date. Everything was spilled all over the floor and each one was supposed to be neatly tucked away in order. She bit the insides of her cheeks.

Forgive me.

Dates flashed by. She tried to put them in order without reading any of its contents. It felt impossible, especially when there were letters that seemed to be multiple pages long. She tried to group them to the best of her abilities, organizing them by date and putting them in piles face down when she found the correct order. But words blurred past, recognizable phrases, handwriting that got shakier, years and years and years, consistent dating on every one.

“I miss you.” “I’m sorry.” “If I could go back…” “I wish you were here.” “I can’t forgive myself.” “You deserved better.”

Her breath hitched, the edges of the pages almost cutting into her fingers as she clutched them tighter. She tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat, but it only grew heavier with every second she spent kneeling there, surrounded by years of unspoken… emotions; emotions she never knew she had.

When did I start crying?

A tear fell from her cheek and nearly hit the precious paper. An aching feeling had creeped into her body. Emotions she never really thought were there seemed to spill. She couldn’t name it. It felt like a sudden burn in her nose, the need to swallow a bitter taste, eyes blurring. She was drowning. 

30.12.854

The letter she held was dated shakily at the top. She’d seen that same date come up again and again. For a moment, she tried to remember if maybe New Years or any holiday around that time meant something to them; as warriors, they didn’t really celebrate holidays, let alone religion. 

She took a breath and put it in the 854 pile. She looked at the stack. 854. That would have been… that would have been the year of the rumbling. It would have been the year everything changed. 

And he never got to see it.

She looked at all of the piles she’d now made, how each represented a year. She tried to push any judgements or perceptions away from her mind. But some years piled higher than others. Three piles in particular. She gathered the final loose letters. 

Her mind drifted to her time in the crystal. The silence had been maddening, a suffocating void she couldn’t escape. She had been awake in that void, terrifyingly, agonizingly awake. The only light that had ever pierced through the endless dark had been Armin’s voice, Hitch’s chatter. Their persistence had saved her, kept her tethered to something beyond the emptiness. But it always puzzled her why they did it in the first place.

I know.

She placed the final letter. The paper felt different; crinkled and messy, rough and smeared. 30.12.850; old, the oldest one. She finally gathered all of them, stacking them neatly away in the box.  She stared at the box in front of her, now neatly packed, the letters arranged in quiet, solemn order. The shoebox felt heavier than it had any right to be. There was only paper within it. Something else weighed it down. 

I know.

She exited the room quietly, holding the coat tenderly in her hands. She gave it to him when they met in town without a single complaint. She never spoke about what she had found to Reiner or anyone else for that matter. 

Their now shared secret lay in a small box that once held shoes for a warrior.

[shmlnbstrcnd]

When the character trope is "children groomed by militaristic/bloodthirsty authority figure to be perfect child soldiers and living weapons to fulfill their selfish need for power/revenge" >>>>>>>>

[reinerslawyer]

SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN Reiner in The Final Chapters: Part 1