There is a history to this dream. One of blood, bone, and pain, tears licked away, soothing kisses pressed to stumps. How clear that history is depends on them. Maybe it's crystalline, an event perfectly preserved that preceded this. Or maybe it's murkier, the details fallen away, only the facts remaining.

Once, Eren said he wanted pain. Once, Reiner said he would give Eren that.

Here, that is what they have done.

Here, Eren is laid out on a large wooden bed in a cabin far removed from anything and anyone. A space just for them, a green meadow and blossoming trees visible through the bedroom window. Reiner is kneeling beside the bed, tugging off Eren's abbreviated trousers. He slides a large hand down Eren's thigh, stopping at a knee—where Eren's leg stops.

Smiling, Reiner presses a kiss to the crook of Eren's knee, then to the tender skin of his stump. "Need anything?" he asks, his deep voice colored with desire.