when we were young

rebirth

you weren't alive for paul's titan inheritance ceremony. you were born just a few years after. being born into your family itself was almost looked at as enough duty.

you had never seen your parents kiss. the most affection you saw from them was a hand hold and on a special day, a hug. not to say they hated each other or anything of that matter, but it almost seemed as though they were strangers most days.

from around the town, and noticing other parents at training camp, you saw the difference in them and in your parents and wondered if this was normal.

you saw how the other parents at least enjoyed each other company. shared a laugh, a kiss, those knowing looks and that all seemed so foreign when comparing them to your own.

you didn't even know how your parents met, you could only assume maybe it was a friend of a friend. besides them and cousins you never really saw, paul was truly your own little family.

but paul made it feel as though that was enough. he was everything you could want to be. he scored record numbers at training camp and was constantly praised for his strides in battles. you could almost credit him for teaching you more about strategy and strength than any practice in training camp gave you.

but even taking those away, he was truly something special, your big brother. he was a good person and always looked out for you when your parents weren't there.

always choosing to stay up late with you for those nights you couldn't fall asleep to tell you stories about different parts of marley he saw due to traveling with the army. he was the first to learn about your anxieties when it came to the future, especially the future in terms of inheriting one of the 7.  he knew how to make your tea just the way you liked it. he just knew how to be there for you, even with the limited time he had with you since he inherited the mayhem titan and always traveling with the marley army.

but today there was no more time for stories or making your favorite tea.

today you were no longer y/n but one of the seven.

an honorary marleyan.

before entering the underground, where the ceremony took place you stood outside alone. it was night time. the ceremonies had been going all day. you believed you were the last warrior candidate to go considering the late hour.

you hadn't seen annie or bertholdt or the rest since a few days ago. you all gathered in a room to discuss just how grateful you were to be chosen and to once again, without plan to, witness another one of porco and reiner's quarrels.

the fact porco wasn't chosen to inherit one of the seven but reiner was, was probably a fact alone you'd never come to understand for the rest of your life. it's not even like you had time to wonder or question why. everything was happening so fast and you had yourself to worry about.

this quarrel between porco and reiner was different however. as porco got in reiners face questioning how he was chosen, for once reiner seemed calm and collected and stood his ground. for once acting like he deserved to be there.

i guess he really did have anxiety about whether or not he was going to be chosen

because as you witnessed their argument, it was in fact porco who looked pathetic now. not chosen to be one of the seven and throwing a temper tantrum. you'd never thought you'd see the day to be honest.