|All the lovely people I want to kissu their face all the time. |
This is Not the Beginning. Reader x LeviThis is Not the Beginning. Reader x Levi by SugoiKawaii-desu
In the wee hours of the morning, she roused before her partner. As always, she thought to herself. Gentle fingertips brushed his hair from his forehead and smiled quietly to herself. Simple moments like these were what kept her happy; the way he sighed and rolled towards her touch, the sight of tension leaving the space between his eyebrows, then slowly opened his eyes.
Optics of blue steel looked up at [Name], then his long fingers brushed across her wrist.
"Leaving so soon?" His sleep-ridden voice half-croaked.
"Work is today, Rivaille. Just like every other day of the week." [Name] leaned down and kisses his forehead. Though, right about when she was thinking about leaving to get ready, he tugged the taller woman down on top of him and wrapped his arms around her.
He really didn't know how to convince her, or himself for that matter, to stay in bed with him for the entire day - with words or with action. But, Rivaille knew they couldn't. Two Corporals had much more work than either
This Is Not the End. Reader x Rivaille/LeviThis Is Not the End. Reader x Rivaille/Levi by SugoiKawaii-desu
"You cannot afford to dwell on the past for too long in this line of work, Rivaille." He barely hears Erwin's baritone voice rumble from beside him. The shorter man almost wanted to snap at him, tell him that he knew that -- but, the body that lay before him was not just his past but, was supposed to be his future as well.
Her dead eyes stared up at him, once [e/c] and now faded, distant. Her chapped lips parted, her teeth a dull yellow from aging; her hair still damp of blood and sweat. Rivaille needed to look away from her, he really needed to. But, he couldn't. He just kept staring down at his lost love, the woman he would never watch mothering their children, the woman he would never see when he came home from a long days work.
His future blackened before him, consumed in a black-hole as it swallowed any chance of happiness he had left in the world. It died with her.
Erwin placed a large hand on Rivaille's shoulder, urging him along. With a sharp jerk, the raven-haired soldi
In the Underbelly. Reader x RivailleIn the Underbelly. Reader x Rivaille by SugoiKawaii-desu
Hidden amongst the wreckage of a crumbling building, scarred hands and arms scraped against stone as they attempted to uncover a new burrow to hide in for the night. Blood dripped on to broken concrete, curses fled the rugged man's lips, and he pulled his thin shirt over his freezing shoulders more. The raven-haired man's female companion touched that icy shoulder with her warm and calloused hand, triggering a turn of his head and was shot a friendly smile.
"I have somewhere we can sleep for the night, Rivaille." She assures him with a gentle tone.
But, can she be so sure? Rivaille wants to believe her wholly, he really does, but he can't help but wonder what the hell the catch was. Despite how long they have known each other, and despite how much he might trust the lass - it was that survivor instinct inside of the man that made him regard her offer with furrowed brows.
"I'm fine here." He says while continuing to dig himself a small bed to rest his head for just a few hours, hopefull