Levi x Reader Oneshots.

Consolation [unedited]

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Hi, guys. This has been requested a few times and this is a self-harm!reader x Levi (who will be OOC as per usual). Bear in mind, while I did suffer from depression, I did not harm myself so I'm not sure how to approach a sensitive topic like this. Tell me in the comments if I'm being offensive.

I can imagine this will be squeamish and it may trigger, so please don't read this if it makes you uncomfortable.

Also, in no way whatsoever, am I trying to romanticize self-harm, depression or mental illnesses. And I'm writing from my own experience of depression.

Plus it's kind of rushed!

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She laid in her bed in the dead of night. It was probably going to be another sleepless night for her.

Inside of her, she just felt something wanting to break free. It would be impossible to describe this something or explain what it is. She wanted to do something to help other people, more importantly, herself. However, at the same time, there was this agonizing pain coming from her heart. It was dull but throbbing.

She couldn't describe it. But something within her has been wrong for the past year or so. She couldn't explain why she felt this way; no one would be able to. It would be like trying to explain the weather; it's hard to give a concrete, definite answer. It was just... there.

Nobody saw this side of her though. She had kept it well hidden and people thought she was as optomistic as a soldier could be. She wasn't the only one who felt like this, of course. But nobody would have suspected her to be so lonely and hopeless, to think that living itself was just dull and bleak.

She sat up and looked out her window, eyes dull and almost bored looking. How much longer would she have to wait to feel better?

Unfortunately, she gradually grew impatient and turned to coping mechanisms. She tried sleep, but that wasn't allowed. She looked into something else, however.

She bit her lower lip and inhaled through her nose, dragging the blade across her lower arm that had more red lines etched up, ringing around her elbows and up to her shoulders. It was the same with her other arm. She exhaled as she finished and stiffened on feeling the sensations of that familiar stinging pain rush through her arms.

If only someone could be there for her, and validate her feelings. Someone who wasn't going to push her aside, and assume that she appeared to be fine.

She just needed someone there for her... Someone or something to free her from her own mind.

~*~

It was early the next morning and [F/n] was down in the Mess Hall. Her Captain sat across from her and he was eyeing her precariously.

He knew that something was wrong with her. But alas, even though she was in his squad for the past few years, he couldn't pin-point it. While he never said it, whatever was troubling her worried him to no end. She simply hasn't been herself for a long time.

"You seem off today, [F/n]." He remarked. More like for the past year, he said to himself.

Neither of them were uncomfortable referring to each other by their first names. He looked into her dull eyes.

"I'm fine." She muttered and smiled at him.

"I've said that enough times to know that's a lie." He told her.