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shingek-eee-ohno-blog · 6 years ago

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Comfort

Pairing: Levi x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

His body twitches nervously, hands ball into fists, bearing his calloused knuckles white.

“No … ”

Sweat beads down his cheek, dripping onto the desk in which his pallid profile rests.

“No … ”

His sooty fringe glued to his creased forehead, his closed lids moving around in distress.

“(y/n) … ”

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breaths desperate, anxious, fighting against his tormenting dream.

“(y/n)!”

He shoots up in his chair disorientated, his powder orbs searching the room for any signs of the dream being actual. He exhales air, calming his unsteady heartbeat whilst the back of his right hand wipes away the clammy persperation from his brow.

“Tch. Get your shit together Levi.” He mutters under his breath.

He rests his elbows on the mahogany desk, placing his temple into the palms of his hands, his twin spheres falling onto the paperwork in front of him.

The easiest thing for him to do is to move on from the unreal, horrific fantasy that involved losing the one person he cares deeply for … but he can’t.

He lowers his hands and looks towards the door, shaking his head in disbelief. His mind wasn’t going to rest, not until he knew for sure.

“Damn idiot.” He curses himself as he stands and heads for the door.

He paces the bleary, creaky corridor with his hands tucked into his pockets, judging himself for having the audacity to have these unmentioned feelings towards one of his comrades. He tells himself he shouldn’t, that It’s wrong, unprofessional, isn’t it?

He reaches the door, his hand momentarily hovering over the doorknob indecisively. He doesn’t have to say or do anything, just check and then leave, that’s all.

His decision is made as he clasps his fingers around the bulky lever and gingerly turns it. His free hand rests on the hard wood as he silently pushes it open and steps inside.

His heart stops as his shaded irises search desperately for signs of life … and he breaths again. For there you are, curled up underneath your comforter, breathing softly with a content look on your sleeping profile.

Such beauty.

An affectionate smile curls onto his thin lips and his heart warms. Finally, he can brush off the foolish dream. He turns, his mind now at peace, gripping the handle to pull the door shut.

“Sir?”

He pauses at the sound of your wonderous yet lethargic tone. His head turns to meet your form sat up, your fists rubbing your sleepy eyes. For once, he doesn’t know how to respond.

“Are you okay?” You ask lowering your hands, revealing a look of inquisition.

His eyes train to the floor for a few seconds before rising, taking in the breathtaking sight of you. He doesn’t feel it right to lie. You deserve the truth.

“I had a nightmare about you and … I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay.”

“Oh … ” Your endearing smile makes it incredibly hard for him not to melt on the spot in which he stands “I’m okay Captain - thank you.”

He clears his throat as he realises he has been gazing at you for a moment too long “Good … get back to - ”

“I have nightmares too … ” You cut him off “It makes it hard to sleep sometimes.”

“Yeah?”

You nod in response, your eyes drifting to your hands as you delicately play with your fingers.

“It’s horrible when you wake up … alone … frightened. I understand how it feels. All you really want is someone there to reassure you … but there isn’t anyone.”

His twin spheres watch your saddened expression, ears hear the dejection in your sympathetic voice. His chest aches as he realises you have been seeking comfort for a long while - suffered internally just as much as him.

He pivots and steps back inside your room, gently closing the door to. Your eyes watch as he walks to your side of the bed and sets himself down, the mattress sinking at the extra weight. He looks at you, his expression remaining placid, yet his eyes holding understanding and adoration.

His hand reaches over to take hold of yours, an instant connection felt at his tender touch as his thumb soothes over your soft knuckles.

“Maybe we don’t have to wake up alone.”

Your head tilts at his suggestion as you observe the seriousness on his darling features, enjoying the feel of his hand caressing yours.

“We don’t?”

His head shakes and he chuckles deeply as your dazzling eyes light up with hope “There isn’t anyone here I would rather wake up next to than you (y/n).”

You smile with captivation, a slight hint of red dusting your cheeks “Me too … I mean, I would like to wake up next you … not myself … obviously.”

His brows quirk and he smiles at your attempt to hide your nervousness.

“Obviously.”

As he kicks his boots off and climbs under the duvet to snuggle up with you, pressing his form into your back, his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace, he realises something … That there is nothing wrong in seeking comfort from another - if anything - it feels nothing but right.

He closes his eyes as you close yours, drifting into an easy, peaceful sleep.

Finally, something to be fortunate for. Finally, someone who brings him joy.

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shingek-eee-ohno-blog · 6 years ago

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Priority [ chapter 1 ] { various snk x reader }

The way the city looked made an anxiety build in your stomach. Why was moving so hard for you? You were seventeen and ready to move on with your life. Moving from Sina to The City of Rose was a lot harder than you thought though. A sigh escaped your lips before you rested your head against your window. Your head bouncing ever now and again when your father hit a bump.

“What's wrong Peach?” Your father asked peeking over at you, you never had the worst relationship with your father, but after your mother's death you really had no one else, you began to think about how you needed to care more for your parents. And how they deserved more love and appreciation. “Honey?” He asked again, you snapped back into reality, “Huh? Oh, nothing.” You muttered before looking back out the window.

Honestly, the way through the large city wasn’t as bad as you had originally expected, The City of Rose was a really gorgeous place, a large metropolis that seemed well on its feet, hopefully, there wouldn’t be as much violence as there was in Sina. Your father ran a hand through his hair before leaning back in his seat. “Look I know its hard, and I know you didn’t want to leave mo-” “Don’t.” You blurted, aggravated at the thought of leaving your mother in Sina.

“I’m Sorry Y/N.” He said softly. You glared out the window, why did it have to come to this? Why did the violence in war have to come to your mother being forced to go? Why didn’t she survive? What the hell was happening in Sina?

That was a question that was always shot down when it came to the table. No one had an answer, and that’s the way it’s been for years. Ever since you were born. And even before then, Sina was more of a secret society than it was a city. A cult. Your mother worked with something called ‘The Walls Project’ Of course it was something you had read about, one of the many things that were brought up at the dinner table and quickly cut off with a change of subject by your mother.

“Nonsense,” She’d laugh, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” or “Anyways F/N how was work?”

There was never a reasonable explanation for anything you had to ask about the military. Never, and when you’d pry, your mother would become enraged. “No! No more!” Plates and cups would fly and you’d be crying at the end of the table. Your father would have to calm your mother down and put her to bed. Then explain to you how it's not appropriate to talk to your mother about that kind of stuff and how it wasn't fair for your mother to deal with the war while she was home and had no reason to deal with it.

And within the year you got word your mother had gone missing. And you had no reason why. Other than she was POW and would more than likely never return. And later, you had gotten a visit from her commander. Telling you and your father to leave, that your mother was dead. And that you had no reason to be here anymore. And with that, your father began packing your things. As if he was scared of something.

When you’d ask your father you look at you, his E/C eyes boring into yours, ”I wish you could understand and one day you will, but right now it's dangerous Y/N.” So you just nodded and moved along, packing your things and getting the hell out of Sina. And so, Four hours later here you were, moving with your Uncle Hange in Rose. Your mother's Brother, He was also in the military only a different Branch. While your mother chose The Military Police, Uncle chose the Survey Corps. Who were always sent out first when it came to war. Or Terrorist Groups like the Titans.

Hange is also in the same boat as you, questioning the real reason for your mother's death. He was there when you needed him, and now was probably the time you needed him most.

When you pulled into his driveway he was standing on the porch. Waving happily, “Y/N!” He shouted gleefully, you grinned, “Uncle Hange!” You shouted getting out of the car and running up to him. He held you at arm's length and looked over you, “You’ve grown so much!” He said brushing some of your hair from your face. “How long will she be with me?” He asked looking over your head and to your father. You turned and furrowed your brows, “For about three years, Whenever she turns nineteen.” He said pulling your bags from the back of his car. You opened your mouth, “I don't understand? Dad, aren't you staying too?” You asked.

You father looked between you and Hange before closing his eyes looking down at his feet then looking back at you. Moving to you and holding your shoulders. “My little Y/N.” He began, You looked up at him confused. “Dad?” You whispered He hugged you tightly. “I have to leave, I want you to understand that...that I love you...so Much Y/N Smith, and you’re going to do great things.” “Dad no.” You held onto him tightly, “I promise that when you’re nineteen Hange will tell you everything...Please understand I’m doing this to protect you...I love you Y/N.” He said pulling you off of him.

“Dad- Daddy no!” You shouted trying to reach for him, only for Hange’s hands to hold you back. He began walking back to his car, tears coming down softly as he brushed them away before he got in the car he looked at you, his crystal blue eyes shone with sorrow and apology. She shouted for him as he got in the car and started it and begged for him not to leave as he pulled out of the driveway. She stood there, in tears. Hopeless. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? She sat on the ground and gazed off in the direction her father’s car had gone. “Come inside Y/N, we need to talk,” Hange said softly as he walked towards the porch. You gazed over at your bags before getting up and following your uncle. Now was the time for answers.

(wow first post, sorry if this is bad. i’m writing this after a long car trip and might rewrite it later. :-{ )

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