AoT: The Date (Reiner x Reader) Part 2

“Hey Mikasa.” Sasha runs up to her. “Bad news; I just saw the guys following ____ and Reiner to town.”

Mikasa glares at the camp exit. “Tch, why can’t they leave ____ alone for just one day?” She mutters, then turns back to Sasha. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan.”

                     

You smile, walking with Reiner to town. It’s a beautiful day, the sun’s shinning, it’s warm yet slightly breezy, and the birds are chirping in the air. You feel just like a regular teenager on a regular date- except with a very special guy.

You and Reiner enter into town, slowly picking your way to the center. Once you arrive, there’s a fairly large crowd gathered around a man. You look at him curiously; he seems like a regular man, except with a cape trailing out behind him. He reaches into it and pulls out a long, never-ending trail of handkerchiefs.

“How does he do it?” You marvel, tippy-toeing to see past everyone.

“C’mon.” Reiner pushes through the crowd, using his tall and large build to his advantage. Everyone backs away and you follow after, getting a prime spot in the front.  

“And for my next trick, I shall make my assistant disappear and re-appear with the snap of my fingers!"

“Wow, that’s so cool!” Reiner says, his eyes shining with glee. “Do you think we could try that with Shardis?”

You laugh. “I don’t think that trick would work on the devil” although you can’t help grinning at the idea. No more training from hell, at least.

And for my next act, I need a volunteer from the crowd. The man surveys everyone, his eyes wandering from face to face. He stops at you. “Ah, yes, a beautiful young lady!” He points at you and you back away shyly.

“Go on.” Reiner gives you an encouraging nudge. You swallow and follow the man to the stage.

“What’s your name?”

“______.”

“Well ____. I will now demonstrate a secret and special technique that I have spent years training and honing.  I need you to stand right there.” He gestures towards a wall. You stand against it, your stomach churning with excitement and apprehension.  

The man reaches into his cape and pulls out …cake? How the hell does he even keep cake in there? You wonder idly

Now, with this technique, it gives users 100% perfect ultimate accuracy with any throwing object! Normally, I would use knives, but I don’t want to scare this lovely lady, so I’m using cake instead!” He says. The crowd gasps, making noises of “oohs” and “awws.”

Oh please. You grimace. I train with giant box cutters every day.

“Now watch, as I unveil this technique for the first time ever!” He steps back, aiming. You frown, watching him align the cake.

The man launches the cake at you. In an instant, you know he’s a complete fraud. Because the cake’s aimed and heading right at you.

Months of training kick in. You instinctively duck and dodge to the left. Splat! The cake makes a loud wet sound as it sticks to the wall behind you, right where your head would’ve been.

“Why did you dodge? It wouldn’t have hit you!” He says indignantly. You scowl, ready to murder him.  The crowd murmurs uneasily.

Reiner runs up to the stage. He looks contemplatively at the cake and then he grins. You recognize that smile; it’s the exact same one he’d had when he decided to help you with the prank.

“Great job sir!” He shouts across the stage. “But now it’s my turn to demonstrate my special techniques.” He peels the cake off the wall, squishing it into one giant ball, then he lobs it right back at the man.

The poor man doesn’t even get time to react before it splatters all over his head and shoulders. You gasp, stifling your laugh with your hands. Reiner stands back, looking extremely pleased with himself.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the special technique called ‘Don’t be an idiot, and don’t mess with my date.’ You’re welcome.” He takes a bow, and the crowd bursts into laughter and applause. The man slowly gets up and stumbles away, looking embarrassed. Reiner gestures to you and you also take a bow, laughing.

                       

The man stumbles to the back of the stage, rubbing his head. That blond kid could really throw. He stops in front of a group of boys.

“You failed.” Connie says angrily. “What kind of magician are you?”

“OK kid, first of all, magic isn’t real, and I’m not really a magician. And second, I did exactly what you told me too, it’s not my fault the girl dodged. And third; I don’t care, I got my money, so piss off.” The man snarls, pushing past them.

“Good going Connie.” Eren snaps. “You managed to blow almost all our money for something that didn’t even work!”

“We should’ve paid him half before and the rest after.” Armin adds, looking remorsefully at his empty wallet.

“Yah, if anything it’s just improving their date!” Jean says with a look of immense disgust. “After all, if Connie can’t even steal ____’s clothes properly, how could we expect him to think of a plan that could ruin their date?” He glowers at Connie, and Connie lowers his head in shame.

“Don’t worry guys.” Bertholdt speaks up. “I have an idea, and this time it won’t fail.”