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ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2013-05-24 11:13 am
ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2013-05-24 11:13 am
snk fic: chasing your worries away
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Characters: Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Fubar
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~830
Summary: Bertholdt is having bad dreams; Reiner helps.
Notes: Written for the snk kink meme.
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Reiner wakes at some point in the night, the remnants of an unpleasant dream lingering in his head. He doesn’t really remember what it was about, only that it’s left a small pit in his stomach and a tightness behind his eyes. Or maybe that’s just because he’s tired; Reiner isn’t quite sure.
He sighs and rolls over, coming to face Bertholdt on his left. Bertholdt’s curled up tightly in his blankets, face obscured where it’s pressed into the pillow, and Reiner feels himself smile. Bertholdt always looks so much more peaceful in sleep, with the worried lines of his face smoothed out and his mouth slack from its usual mild or nervous frown. Reiner reaches over to brush Bertholdt’s bangs away from his forehead, and that’s when he notices something is wrong.
Bertholdt’s forehead is wrinkled from a scrunched brow that Reiner hadn’t been able to make out in the dark. It makes Reiner frown as he pulls his hand away; is Bertholdt suffering from bad dreams too, he wonders? He reaches out again to touch Bertholdt’s cheek, eyes widening when he realizes the skin beneath his fingers is wet.
Reiner moves, shifting as close as he can to Bertholdt without disturbing him. It’s difficult to see through the darkness, but when Reiner leans close, he can just make out Bertholdt’s furrowed brow, the tight downturn of his mouth, and the steady fall of tears from his eyes.
“Bertholdt,” Reiner hisses, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him roughly. “Bertholdt!”
Bertholdt wakes with a sudden gasp, his eyes snapping open and his whole body going tense. An arm lashes out in Reiner’s direction, but Reiner catches it with ease. “Bertholdt,” he repeats, and Bertholdt blinks in confusion.
“Reiner?” he whispers. “What… What are you doing?”
“You were crying in your sleep,” Reiner says, setting Bertholdt’s arm down; Bertholdt immediately curls it close to his chest, making Reiner frown. “Why? Were you having a bad dream?”
“Oh.” Bertholdt closes his eyes and heaves a deep sigh. “Yeah, probably.”
“You don’t remember?”
“No, but…” Bertholdt shrugs and pulls the blankets tighter around him. “It’s fine. It happens sometimes.” He says it with complete nonchalance, as though crying in your sleep is an everyday occurrence and not something to be worried about. Reiner wonders how often it must happen for Bertholdt to think that it’s normal, furious with himself for never noticing it before.
Reiner lies down, pressing a hand against Bertholdt’s cheek and wiping away the last of the tears with his thumb; they’ve stopped since Bertholdt awoke, but it concerns Reiner that Bertholdt can’t seem to let go of his worries even in sleep. He’s tempted to ask what he can do, but when Reiner pulls his hand away, he sees that Bertholdt is already asleep again.
Reiner sighs, reaching behind his head to bring his pillow closer to Bertholdt’s so he can watch Bertholdt for the rest of the night to make sure his sleep is undisturbed by bad dreams. Reiner doubts he’ll be able to get back to sleep at this point anyway, so he might as well make himself useful.
Bertholdt doesn’t wake again, although a few times through the night his brow will furrow and Reiner will press his lips against the skin and stroke Bertholdt’s cheek until he feels the wrinkles smooth out. By the time the dim light of dawn starts filtering into the room, Reiner is exhausted, but pleased that he managed to keep Bertholdt calm for the remainder of the night. It seems to him to be something worth losing some sleep over.
Bertholdt’s eyes flutter open slowly as the light of day grows brighter, and when they open fully, he blinks a few times at Reiner, appearing to be quite puzzled. “I fell back asleep,” he says, sounding surprised.
“Yeah. Why, do you usually not?”
“No,” Bertholdt says. “Normally I stay up for the rest of the night. I get really anxious once I wake up, I guess, and then I can never get back to sleep.”
“Oh.” Reiner’s face sets itself into a confused frown. “Why do you think that didn’t happen this time?”
Bertholdt yawns and sits up, stretching his arms above his head. “I don’t know,” he says. “Although I did have a nice dream where a handsome soldier came and lulled me to sleep, and I didn’t have any nightmares because I felt very safe around him.” He looks at Reiner with a smile. “Do you think that had anything to do with it?”
Reiner blinks twice before his face breaks into a grin and he buries his head into his pillow to hide how goofy he’s sure he must look. “Shut up, you dork,” he mumbles, punching Bertholdt in the arm, and hears Bertholdt laugh.
“Thanks, Reiner,” Bertholdt says. Reiner feels a soft kiss placed at the back of his neck and he thinks that yeah, losing a night of sleep was totally worth this.
Characters: Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Fubar
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~830
Summary: Bertholdt is having bad dreams; Reiner helps.
Notes: Written for the snk kink meme.
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Reiner wakes at some point in the night, the remnants of an unpleasant dream lingering in his head. He doesn’t really remember what it was about, only that it’s left a small pit in his stomach and a tightness behind his eyes. Or maybe that’s just because he’s tired; Reiner isn’t quite sure.
He sighs and rolls over, coming to face Bertholdt on his left. Bertholdt’s curled up tightly in his blankets, face obscured where it’s pressed into the pillow, and Reiner feels himself smile. Bertholdt always looks so much more peaceful in sleep, with the worried lines of his face smoothed out and his mouth slack from its usual mild or nervous frown. Reiner reaches over to brush Bertholdt’s bangs away from his forehead, and that’s when he notices something is wrong.
Bertholdt’s forehead is wrinkled from a scrunched brow that Reiner hadn’t been able to make out in the dark. It makes Reiner frown as he pulls his hand away; is Bertholdt suffering from bad dreams too, he wonders? He reaches out again to touch Bertholdt’s cheek, eyes widening when he realizes the skin beneath his fingers is wet.
Reiner moves, shifting as close as he can to Bertholdt without disturbing him. It’s difficult to see through the darkness, but when Reiner leans close, he can just make out Bertholdt’s furrowed brow, the tight downturn of his mouth, and the steady fall of tears from his eyes.
“Bertholdt,” Reiner hisses, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him roughly. “Bertholdt!”
Bertholdt wakes with a sudden gasp, his eyes snapping open and his whole body going tense. An arm lashes out in Reiner’s direction, but Reiner catches it with ease. “Bertholdt,” he repeats, and Bertholdt blinks in confusion.
“Reiner?” he whispers. “What… What are you doing?”
“You were crying in your sleep,” Reiner says, setting Bertholdt’s arm down; Bertholdt immediately curls it close to his chest, making Reiner frown. “Why? Were you having a bad dream?”
“Oh.” Bertholdt closes his eyes and heaves a deep sigh. “Yeah, probably.”
“You don’t remember?”
“No, but…” Bertholdt shrugs and pulls the blankets tighter around him. “It’s fine. It happens sometimes.” He says it with complete nonchalance, as though crying in your sleep is an everyday occurrence and not something to be worried about. Reiner wonders how often it must happen for Bertholdt to think that it’s normal, furious with himself for never noticing it before.
Reiner lies down, pressing a hand against Bertholdt’s cheek and wiping away the last of the tears with his thumb; they’ve stopped since Bertholdt awoke, but it concerns Reiner that Bertholdt can’t seem to let go of his worries even in sleep. He’s tempted to ask what he can do, but when Reiner pulls his hand away, he sees that Bertholdt is already asleep again.
Reiner sighs, reaching behind his head to bring his pillow closer to Bertholdt’s so he can watch Bertholdt for the rest of the night to make sure his sleep is undisturbed by bad dreams. Reiner doubts he’ll be able to get back to sleep at this point anyway, so he might as well make himself useful.
Bertholdt doesn’t wake again, although a few times through the night his brow will furrow and Reiner will press his lips against the skin and stroke Bertholdt’s cheek until he feels the wrinkles smooth out. By the time the dim light of dawn starts filtering into the room, Reiner is exhausted, but pleased that he managed to keep Bertholdt calm for the remainder of the night. It seems to him to be something worth losing some sleep over.
Bertholdt’s eyes flutter open slowly as the light of day grows brighter, and when they open fully, he blinks a few times at Reiner, appearing to be quite puzzled. “I fell back asleep,” he says, sounding surprised.
“Yeah. Why, do you usually not?”
“No,” Bertholdt says. “Normally I stay up for the rest of the night. I get really anxious once I wake up, I guess, and then I can never get back to sleep.”
“Oh.” Reiner’s face sets itself into a confused frown. “Why do you think that didn’t happen this time?”
Bertholdt yawns and sits up, stretching his arms above his head. “I don’t know,” he says. “Although I did have a nice dream where a handsome soldier came and lulled me to sleep, and I didn’t have any nightmares because I felt very safe around him.” He looks at Reiner with a smile. “Do you think that had anything to do with it?”
Reiner blinks twice before his face breaks into a grin and he buries his head into his pillow to hide how goofy he’s sure he must look. “Shut up, you dork,” he mumbles, punching Bertholdt in the arm, and hears Bertholdt laugh.
“Thanks, Reiner,” Bertholdt says. Reiner feels a soft kiss placed at the back of his neck and he thinks that yeah, losing a night of sleep was totally worth this.