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Eren Jaeger ([personal profile] dreamsofwings) wrote2021-07-13 03:17 am
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cw for marley's fictional racism and how that fucked reiner up etc

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In the moments before Eren speaks, Reiner forces himself to stay still. To stay present. To avoid retreating into his mind, ready to encase himself in whatever role he needs: the Warrior, the soldier, the big brother, the bad guy. He remains where and who he is, heart bared for the knife pressed into Eren's hand.

By blood, Reiner is indeed half Marleyan, his resemblance to his father laid out in the color of his eyes and the strength of his build. But Reiner would never dare call himself such. He is an Honorary Marleyan—a title he paid for with his life's blood—and he is an Eldian. If it were anyone else, Reiner would call that unfair; but he is too much a product of his upbringing to see it that way.

This secret of his birth is shameful. Illegal. Dangerous. He has kept it secret since he was barely more than a toddler, not even telling Bertholdt (though Bertholdt may have guessed). And now, he hasn't just told Eren: he has shared one of the most painful memories he possesses.

But when the memory ends, Eren doesn't look at Reiner with revulsion. He just looks, as he always does. Seeing Reiner in a way no one else can. He doesn't ask if Reiner's father had anything to do with becoming a Warrior; he already knows.

Words begin to form on Reiner's tongue. He's about to start criticizing himself, calling it a stupid, childish dream. Stupid, like he could have known better at six years old.

Then Eren takes his hand and speaks again: You deserved better.

Something shifts deep inside of Reiner. Something profound that he can't quite name. A curtain pulled back; a puzzle piece slotted into place; a bleeding wound finally staunched. Those words are ones that Reiner craves, though on the (very) few occasions he has heard them, he's never believed them.

Yet here they are, spoken by Eren.

Eren, who knows all of Reiner's ugliness. Eren, who Reiner has wronged more deeply than any other.

For a moment, Reiner can't speak. His lips are parted, golden eyes wide, all armor stripped away. He squeezes their joined hands, Eren's fingers slotted perfectly between his own. Then he brings Eren's hand to his lips, eyes falling closed as he kisses its back—right by Eren's thumb, where teeth have pierced flesh so many times.

Tears are clinging to his eyelashes. When did that happen? Was it after Eren said he deserved better? After Eren said he understood the reason for Reiner's secrecy? Or what it after Eren thanked him, a quiet appreciation for what Reiner gave?

"I wanted you to know," Reiner repeats, his eyes opening to meet Eren's again, breath warm on Eren's skin.

A small portion of a greater truth: I want you to know all of me.