Uniform

My personal favorite prompt.

"Are you ready for this?" Eren asked.

Reiner wiped his palms on his uniform. His special uniform. The one currently on loan to him. "I – what if I break again? I can't do that to him, not again."

"You're not doing it to him," Eren said quietly. "You know he wants this. And we all support you."

The door flew open.

"What?" Reiner yelped.

"Calm down," Annie replied, smoothing the sky blue dress that matched her eyes. A present from her new husband, no doubt.

Armin winced. "I had Annie kick the door in."

"So you could watch Annie be badass?" Reiner teased.

Armin's face turned cherry-red. "Well … it's also time."

"He's getting scared. What? No shame in that. We learned that the hard way, remember?" Eren grabbed Reiner's hands. "Annie, help me. Armin, fetch Erwin."

In the end, Reiner let the two shifters lead him down into the underground jail that would be his home for the foreseeable future. But today, today jail would give him freedom.

"He's all yours," Eren told the commander before darting into the room Bertolt, Armin, and a begrudging Annie had decorated with as many flowers as possible.

Upon spotting them, Hange waved so excitedly she accidentally jabbed Levi in the eye. He scowled, but his eyes remained awestruck. Moments like this convinced the dour captain that humanity had been worth saving.

Connie and Sasha giggled at him as he passed, as expected, and Eren took his place beside a proud Mikasa, who had progressed to the point where she almost felt bad for nearly killing Reiner half a dozen times.

Jean nodded at him, and Reiner felt a twinge of guilt. He had confessed his part in Marco's death – Reiner was the reason Jean could never have this moment with Marco.

But Jean was trying to forgive, an act so beautiful Reiner found himself overwhelmed with gratitude that humanity had endured. Even if they'd be imprisoned for years to come, life was worth it.

At the end of the aisle, Erwin beamed as he placed Reiner's hand in Bertolt's sweaty palms.

Bertl smiled at him, almost shyly. Today, something new began. They knew everything about each other and remained friends, and now, lovers.

"Ahem. It is my privilege to welcome all of you to the wedding of Bertolt Hoover and Reiner Braun," Historia intoned.

Reiner barely heard the ceremony. He was lost in Bertolt's forgiving, endlessly patient eyes. He never wanted to leave them.

And Bertolt, he drank in Reiner's affection and empathy. Reiner made him who he wanted to be, and that was why he loved him. He toyed with the seams on Reiner's special wedding uniform. The sleeves were too long, but they were perfect as long as they were on Reiner.

"Now, you may kiss." Historia paused. Ymir's snort broke the silence. They were too absorbed in each other to listen!

"I said kiss!" she yelled.

Bertolt jumped, and as he came back down, Reiner pressed his lips against his. Sometimes, kisses were everything right with the world.