Drabble: Levi X Reader

Drabble: Levi x reader

Prompt: Both of them injured, and them waking up beside each other

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfort (wow, not surprised)

A/N: Depressed + Levi deprived = this

Thumping behind your ears woke you up suddenly, the rumbling of the cart jolti by you around. The bright blue sky above you blinded you, making you squeeze your eyes shut again. Hooves thundered nearby, trailing next to the cart you were being carried in.

The thin sheet across your body helped the warmth cling to you, pain shooting through your body. Stains of red down the sheet caught your attention, noticing the parallels between where you were in pain and the blotches.

Turning your head to the side, you saw him. His eyes were halflidded, blinding slowly fight away the pain coursing through his own body. He lay on his back like you, wrapped in bandages. You wished you could remember what happened but your mind was fuzzy.

Levi coughed beside you, wheezing as he took in a breath.

“Levi?” You whispered, “What happened?”

The man turned his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows at you. He lifted a hand to place on your head, gently ruffling your hair.

“Hey, brat,” he left his hand resting on your head, “You got us in this mess to begin with.”

“It-it hurts,” you winced as the cart bounced, presumably over a rock.

Levi shifted to get closer to you, cursing under his breath at his own aching body, “I know, it sucks. Keep those eyes of yours open.”

You nodded, holding eye contact with Levi. The hand atop of your head secured you as the cart bounced across the terrain back to the walls. His gaze made you feel safe but the thought of his potential scolding caused you to feel ashamed.

Immediately afflicting the blame on you only made you feel worse, and you wished Levi could see that.

“Levi...” you began.

“What?”

“Are you going to yell at me when we get back?”

“Probably, you almost getting us both killed wasn’t too smart. But, I know you’ll need some attention. Your injuries are worse than mine.”

You tried nodding but your head thumped painfully. Levi noticed the wince you tried to hide and ran his thumb up your forehead.

“Don’t move, I know it hurts,” he sighed.

He knew that literally anyone could be seeing him like this, but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you getting the proper treatment. You certainly knew - especially because he lay injured beside you - that he went completely out of his way to save you.

Maybe you were too delirious to notice before, but the rhythmic stroking of Levi’s thumb across your forehead burnt into your skin. Never before had he been this close to you or expressed such worry for you.

Before this, you always thought you were another on of his cadets. Now, you felt slightly special.

Maybe you were something special to him.

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Drabble: Hawks x Reader

Prompt: “I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?”

A/N: First time writing hawks?? 👀 And this is a little all over the place

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to date him. The number 2 hero with a swarm of responsibilities, enemies and fans all at the same time. He was so special and you were a civilian. A nobody.

If you were honest, you knew Hawks liked it better than way. He felt that you couldn’t get hurt, but there was the fear of you getting hurt because you weren’t a hero. When you started dating him, you never realised that you suddenly became an everybody.

No one knew about you, and the both of you wanted to keep it that way. It had been almost a year of you two hiding this secret from everyone you knew, especially the media. Even Hawks warned you of what the Hero Public Safety Commission would say or do if they were to be informed.

The best thing you could do was spend nights together such as this one. With his busy schedule, the middle of the night was almost the only time he could wind down.

When it was time to do so, he’d call you on his way home to tell you how long he was going to be and how much he’s looking forward to see you.

After receiving the call you’d get to work preparing him some chicken to eat and a nest of pillows on the bed. According to him, you never arranged the pillows quite right. However, you just wanted to show that you cared for him.

Right now, he was snug in the nest he had to shift around, playfully scolding you for not being able to do it right. A blanket was folded over you, his wings tucked carefully behind him. A finished bucket of chicken was left abandoned on the bedside table.

Hawks cooed softly in your arms, his handsome face hidden in the crook of your neck. You held the back of his head softly, threading your fingers through his tussled but silky blond hair. His arms were loose around your waist, legs tangled between yours.

“Hawks?” You whispered, unsure if he was still awake.

A soft but low hum vibrated against your throat.

“Do you care if I’m a nobody?” You asked, allowing for your question to slip out.

“Nope,” Hawks mumbled, adjusting how his face pressed against your neck.

“Okay... but what if I couldn’t save myself from villains that came after me knowing they’d get to you?”

Hawks gave another hushed answer, “Then they would have got to me, because I’d come and save you, little birdie.”

You nodded, hesitantly, guilt building up.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I got myself out of the situation? I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

“And I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

Hawks drew his face out of your neck, wriggling up to meet your eye level. He lifted his hand up to run his hand up and down your arm.

The shine of the cityscape reflected perfectly in Hawks’s golden eyes through the open window. The sleekness of their hawk-like shape pierced your own as you stared into them. You could sense the seriousness in the hue of yellow. The intense eye contact caught your breath in your throat as your worries poured out.

“Hawks, I’m scared,” you mumbled, “What if someone finds out about us?”

Immediately, Hawks didn’t waste a second in shuffling up to press your face into his chest. The soft circles he ran up and down your shoulder blades ticked through your shirt.

You could hear his rapid heart rate, making it clear the fear that had shocked him into gelding you so tight.

He squeezed you tightly, guilty of placing you into a situation of fear, anxious for what he led you into, and feeling selfish for wanting you anyway.

How could he not when you were all he has ever wanted?

“Call me Keigo,” he whispered, voice light as one of his scarlet feathers.

Your eyes shot open.

“I know I told you that I couldn’t tell you my name but I don’t care anymore,” he confessed, feeling the way you tried to look up at him, “My name’s Keigo Takami, and I promise I will protect you from anything.”

“Keigo... I love that name...” you sighed, getting comfortable against his chest, “It really suits you.”

Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I know you’ll protect me, Keigo...”

He smiled when you used his name.

“And I promise I’ll do anything to keep us together.”