farkingfatcat:

Prompt by @writersblockfanfic  :  Mikasa and Levi going beyond the wall after all the titans are gone (Mikasa struggling with PTSD while Levi tries to care for her)

               He can’t recall the last time he had a good night’s sleep. But then again he can’t recall the last time he worried about someone this much. Every toss, every turn, and every breath even slightly off rhythm had him high on alert, knuckles pale white as he held his (hers, actually) threadbare blanket in a death grip. Breath held as he locked his gaze on her furrowed brows. Eyes that used to spot any indications of approaching titans now turned to spot the smallest twitches of her facial features. The tic in her left cheek muscle. Scrunching of her nose. Parting of her sweet lips.

               He shook her awake as gently as he could, and despite having witnesses her breakdown several times, it still never failed to pummel him in the guts. Her grey eyes unfocused, almost eerily beautiful yet so hauntingly blank. No tears, no whimper, just her vise like clamp on the hand he held to her cheek, the physical touch her only anchor to reality. No words, no excessive touch, just him being there right next to her, warm and very much alive. She never revealed much of her nightmares. But he understood. His own dreams haunted him, but never to the extent of hers. Perhaps he was much more cold blooded than she was human. He didn’t think it was the blood, as scarlet and vivid in his visions, it paled in comparison to wondering about their last moments, if they had believed in him reaching in time to save them. But he had her. she was alive, he was alive and he knew that his comrades would have been happy.

               And so, his hand remained in her freezing palms, until her grip gradually absorbed his warmth, as her grip begun to loosen. He slipped his hand out of her rapidly heating cheek, ruffling her smooth black tresses before pulling her in close to him. Moving to press her cheek against his bare neck, she wrapped her arms loosely around him, feeling his heart beat, his warmth, the smell of his musky soap and, just for the moment, her dreams overwhelmed, replaced by only him and nothing but him. Taut back muscles shifting slightly to adjust their positions, his silk pajamas cold against her bare forearms, his lips pressed to her head. And she couldn’t ask for more.


A/N: Really really short and shitty piece but i’m not familiar with writing canon snk fics HAHAHA terrible at it so i didn’t describe anything…  i don’t feel proud of this but i’ll just post it up. 

November 29   34♥
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