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thewritingwrath · 2 days
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Levi loves kneeling down in front of you as he eats you out.
He loves gripping your thighs tightly, as they shake, and you’re wetness drips down onto his lips, sucking at your folds as if this is his last meal.
He loves trailing his hands to your lower back to keep you standing, kissing your crotch and thighs, as his tongue goes back to your clit giving kitten licks.
He keeps eating you until you cum into his mouth, tasting sweet like summer honey. Your cum runs down your thighs, and to your panties laying at your feet and Levi’s knees.
He slowly raises, and lays you down on the bed, spreading your legs for another round.
“So tell me, darling, how much weaker can I make your legs?” He asks, kissing your jaw, trailing his tongue down it, slowly leading his fingers back your already cummed out pussy.
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rithty · 21 days
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Captain what the hell😭😭
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b-bunniesworld · 1 month
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CW: Nothing, literally just fluff:3
A/N: This is literally just a small Levi thought I had.
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Levi was notorious for his sleepless nights. His restless nature kept him awake, and even when exhaustion finally caught up with him, it was often in the most inconvenient places – slumped over his desk, still in his uniform. You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, knowing how little rest he got.
So when you suggested that he should join you for a night of sleep, Levi's initial reaction was one of fear. The idea of leaving his uniform and everything else behind, even just for a few hours, filled him with unease. What if something like an attack happened, and he wasn't properly prepared?
It took time and patience to coax him into bed, but eventually, he relented. As he lied there with you, he kept a cautious distance at first. When the exhaustion started washing over him, he edged closer inch by inch, until finally his hand found yours, holding on with a gentle yet firm grip.
It was a poignant reminder of his humanity, a stark contrast to the Stoic facade he so often wore. Even the strongest among us seek solace in the touch of another, finding refuge in the simple act of holding hands.
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levilxvr · 5 months
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thinking about levi waking up the morning after you guys had a really rough session and finding a line of hickeys down his neck.
You’re still asleep and he’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror washing his face when he nearly gets a heart attack. He squints and tilts his neck to see like, 6 or 7 purplish red bruises decorating his neck, all the way down to his collarbone. Shit. He knows it’s not your fault- not like he could control himself either. But how the hell was he supposed to walk around the barracks with a horrendously obvious display of hickeys?
He stalks off to erwin’s office. He has only one solution now because there’s absolutely nothing he can do to cover it up.
“I need to take leave today.”
Erwin looks up from his paperwork. “Why?” Then he notices the amount of hickeys on levi’s neck and chokes on his own laughter. Meanwhile levi is glaring at him, not happy at all.
“Help me out a little here won’t you?”
“Alright, alright, I’ll keep you in the office today. You can continue signing the documents from Marley- I’ll get hange to take over training duty.”
Safe to say, levi definitely didn’t end up finishing erwin’s paperwork because you visited his office in the afternoon and distracted him with more important business.
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happybird16 · 6 months
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I'm going to make myself cry typing this but here we go..
I think one of the points of Attack on Titan is that humanity is forgetful. Doomed to forget, actually.
Our main cast are heroes, not just the surviving ones. Levi deserves to have statues built of him. The surviving members of the 104th even went on to become politicians, traveling the world to help change things for the better. I have no doubt that they had buildings named after them, streets and parks named after them. There were probably history books specifically dedicated to each and every one of them.
But humans are forgetful.
There were no photos of Eren. He probably only continued to exist in history books, where he was demonized and vilified for decimating the world. By the time their fingers started to get all wrinkly from age, Mikasa and Armin probably forgot what Eren looked like. What he sounded like.
Time passes and humans forget. Statues crumble, buildings rot and fall apart. People forget figures that used to be significant. History books are changed. Even atrocities eventually become dulled in humanities collective memory. Bombs turn everything to dust. Humans are doomed to forget and repeat their mistakes again and again and again.. and I think that's the point.
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levitiquee · 5 months
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“Daaa-ddy.”
Levi startles, looking up. The little girl stood before him, all wide eyes and beaming at him.
“Yes? Shouldn’t you be at school?”
She shrugs, then thrusts out a hair brush and a set of scrunchies. “Do my hair today!” She grins.
Levi is taken aback slightly, not at all expecting such a request. It’s not that he had a bad relationship with his daughter really, if anything Levi spends every second that he can spare with her. But even so, it was so sudden and specific, not to mention she has never asked him to do it before. It was you who helped her get ready.
“Doesn’t mommy usually do that?” He asks slowly. “Is she busy?”
She shakes her head quickly. “I just want you to do it today.” She smiles, holding the brush out to him, waiting for him to take it.
Levi glances at it then looks back up. How could he say no to that?
So, without a word, he motions her to turn around which she follows happily, pulling a stool nearby to sit between Levi’s legs. Levi takes the brush, though slightly hard to hold without his missing fingers, he manages, combing through the black silky strands.
Like his.
Though, his own hair was stranded with gray now, a sign of the long years he had lived. Even Ackermans don’t stay young forever.
But it’s still so strange to him, having her here, right in front of him. He still freezes a little when she smiles at him, watching her with awe. She looked almost exactly identical to him, starting from the shape of her face to the color of her eyes, just the exact shade of the silvery blue that his own eyes hold. But there was a brightness in those eyes that Levi doesn't think he ever had. She was like this little ball of sunshine, always so bright.
And her smile, that came from you.
She was his. Yours. Theirs.
A part of him and a part of you. A whole other human being. A child. A blessing.
It was the hardest at thr beginning. For him to get used to it. Despite the 9 months of pregnancy, it was when he first held her that the realization finally hit him. That she was his daughter. His.
And the moment his eyes locked with the newborn, he knew he was doomed.
That there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this small, small, absolutely tiny person that came to earth no more than half an hour ago. That he had just met.
It was crazy how it only took him only a moment for him to swear his life for her, to become so protective. It was actually ridiculous, how he felt anxious even when it was the nurses holding her, he’d been so rigid, so poised. Even when handing her over to someone else’s arms, he had his hand outstretched because just in case. It took a shit load of convincing from you for him to let Jean and Connie hold her.
It was crazier watching her grow up. Never had he felt this ridiculous amount of pure joy and excitement ever. Only to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps, holding his hand. He swears it was only yesterday.
His chain of thought was cut off as she started to happily chatter about things. Unlike Levi, she talks. A lot. Levi doesn’t mind, he listens quietly. Every once in a while, inserting a comment.
“I’ve read about you. In the history books. Our teacher taught us.”
“Yeah?” He mumbles, brushing softly. “What’d you learn?”
“They called you humanity’s strongest.” She stumbles on the word a little, which was a bit heavy for her usual vocabulary. She turns around to look at him with awe and wonder, wide eyes asking for confirmation. “That’s so cool!”
He only lets out a small hum in response.
"Will I be as strong as you one day?"
"Sure. You already are." He hopes she never needs to be.
“I saw your picture too. And mommy’s. Also, Uncle Connie used to be bald back then.” She finishes with a giggle, the idea of Connie’s lack of hair amusing her. “You were like a superhero, weren’t you daddy?”
“I wouldn’t shoot that far.” He answers with a small smile.
Back then, Levi had never imagined the idea of having a family. There, caged between the walls, surrounded by those tremendous monsters. When there was no guarantee that you’d come back alive once you’re out there. How could he even think of bringing a child to the world, if he couldn’t even do the least that is to promise their safety?
But now, here she runs and plays outside, without a worry in the world, tirelessly. She doesn’t have to starve like Levi had to, she grows up with only all the good the world has to offer. She doesn’t know the worst of how things could be and Levi hopes she never does. She doesn’t yet understand the role Levi and you had played in creating this world, but she does understand the value of it. She asks questions sometimes, about the wheelchair and the eye and the hand. About your scars and why somedays you can't get yourself from bed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. And Levi knows, one day, he’ll have to tell her all of it, life back then and the life he had. But for now, he prays, let her grow up with only love and pureness. Let her see the world in her rose colored glasses. Something he never got to do.
She taps Levi’s leg as he bunches the hair to tie a ponytail. “Do braids.” She says.
“Braids? Don’t you always wear a ponytail?” Levi asks.
“Yes, but,” She tries to explain, stumbling for words. “Tash always pulls by it.”
Tash was one of her classmates, Levi knew from her frustrated rants about him. From what he could gather, neither liked each other much. “Next time he bothers you, you do the thing that I taught you.” He tells her.
“The thing with my hands?” She asked brightly, balling her hands to show him.
“Hey, no beating up kids at school. Levi!” You appear in the doorway, only catching the last bit of the conversation. “Don’t give her ideas. And you,” You look at your daughter who was smiling smugly. “I’ve been looking for you–wait, is Levi doing your hair?” You say, finally noticing and very surprised.
‘Yes!” She replies excitedly, “He’s doing braids! He’s very slow though.”
Levi playfully pats her head. “It’s because you keep moving.” He sighs. “Must you need braids? I’m not sure if I can–”
“Yes.”
Levi was about to say something else until she turned around, giving him the most adorable pout ever, eyes all round and needy, her brows pinched together. “Please?” She asks sweetly.
Well damn.
Levi tries, he really tries. But the word no somehow managed to disappear from his vocabulary, along with all of its synonyms. So he sighs, nodding.
“Levi, I can–” You start.
“It’s okay.” He puts up a hand, stopping you. He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s spent enough time watching you do her hair. So he thinks he can manage it. “I can do it. Probably.” He says uncertainty.
It was slightly difficult to manage multiple sections of hair when you’re missing two fingers, but even surprising himself, he does manage it, after a few attempts. A little uneven, but works.
"Happy?" He asks her, patting her head.
It was good enough for the girl, who jumped up right after it was finished and cheered happily as an answer to Levi. She jumps to his arms, pulling him by the neck to plant a big smooch in his cheek.
“You're the best.” She beams at him, then running off to grab her bag which was by the door.
“Wow, mommy’s nonexistent now?” You fold your arms in mock offense.
She doesn’t answer, only picks up her bag and runs to hug you full speed, wrapping herself around your knees. “I love you.” She calls out, then turns to Levi. “And I love you too! I'm leaving now!”
Then she was out the door before you could say I love you back.
“Don’t run, you’ll fall.” Levi calls out to her, who was already far out of hearing range.
You closed the door. Then leaned against it, staring at Levi.
Levi looked away, cheeks heating up slightly, noticing the strange way you were staring at him, already knowing what comes after.
“So.” You said.
“So, what?” He said, glancing at you.
“Where'd you learn how to do braids?"
He huffs. "From you. I watched you do it.''
"Really?' It was so cute you could melt.
“Stop looking at me like that.” He grunts. “She’s my girl. I can do her hair sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“So, I’m not your girl?” You pout, exactly the same expression your daughter made just moments ago. “How come I don't I get braids?”
“I–” Levi starts, then huffing frustratedly. He can’t even say no to his daughter, who was he to say no to the mother? He tries nevertheless.
“I’m not doing it. Stop looking at me like that.”
You did not look away, pouting out your lips more.
“I won’t.”
You blinked, turning your expression sadder.
Levi gives up.
“C’mere.” He sighs.
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romantichomicide95 · 2 months
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levi ackerman body hcs ⨾ pic edition
anon requested. sorry this was literally so hard and i couldn’t do the rest of the boys:(
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starrylevi · 4 months
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Levi doesn’t get how you find The Sims entertaining.
 “It’s a virtual dollhouse.” He tells you. “That’s what so great about it!” You retort. “Whatever floats your boat…” He mutters to himself. He says this but he makes sure you have all the sims 4 packs (there are A LOT of them). And when one is coming out, He’ll listen to you passionately explain the premise of the pack. “When it comes out, just let me know.” He’ll give you his credit card info so you can charge it as he doesn’t want you to spend any of your money.
“I made us in the Sims!” You excitedly sit in Levi’s lap with your laptop in hand.
“Hm?” Levi places his chin on the crook of your neck as his hands gently graze the sides of your thighs.
“The Sims!” You exclaim again. “Look, there’s you and there’s me…” Your finger points out each of your sims on the screen. “Oh, and we have a child together!” Levi’s eyes follow your finger as you point at the child sim. “Her name is Kuchel.”
You feel Levi tense up behind you for a moment. “Wait…what’s her name?”
“Kuchel.” You repeat, quieter this time. “Sorry, I can change her name if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” You add quickly.
Levi’s expression softens; he stays silent for a moment before speaking again. “...Can you make her?” He asks you quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Your mom?” You turn slightly so you can see his face.
He nods to confirm.
 “Of course, I'll do my best.” You tell him with a soft smile.
You ask Levi to describe her to you, his eyes filled with fondness as he recalls her features and her personality. You spend hours on the Kuchel sim, wanting her to look and be as accurate as possible.
After a few days, you show Levi the finished product in the game as you have the Kuchel sim interact with the Levi sim. You look at Levi for a brief moment while the Sims are speaking to each other. The expression on his face is hard to read. It’s a mix of pleasant surprise, awe, and sadness.
“Is it okay, is there anything I should change?” You ask him, worried you didn’t capture her likeness as you watch him study her.
He silently shakes his head. “No…she’s perfect.” 
You tell Levi he’s more than welcome to play whenever he wants. You’re surprised when he does take you up on that offer. He picks up on the mechanics quickly and soon he has the whole family (Your sim, Levi’s sim, your daughter, and Kuchel) traveling all over the world, going on adventures, and trying new things together. At one point you suggest the Levi sim and the Kuchel sim spend some time alone together and Levi does just that, taking them to coffee and tea shops, having them take walks in the park, and going to the library. As you and Levi continue to play together, you learn more about Kuchel as some of the actions in the game trigger different memories of his mother.
Levi doesn’t say it but he’s thankful for this silly little game you introduced him to because he can now have a cup of tea with his mother, even if it’s only pretend.
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moo-blogging · 1 month
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No thoughts tonight but Levi asking about how you feel when you first started to make love.
After the initial rush of pleasure, Levi would study your body language. How your brows frown when he grabbed your boobs. How you tilted your head back when he rubbed your wall deep and slow. How your back arched when he slammed into you fast and hard continuously.
And he would ask you tenderly, "you like it, Y/N? You like it this way?" Inaudible moans slipped from your lips as you nodded your chin weakly. Your body was aflamed with pleasure and soreness. Your walls involuntarily pulsing as you cummed for probably the hundredth time.
He tossed and flipped you around, trying on different positions and different angles. He listened to your moans and knew the difference between pleasure and pain. He soothed you when your body spasmed involuntarily, chuckling to himself when you were paralysed on the fluid-soaked bed.
Levi knew you and your pleasure buttons by his body. He knew how to turn you on. He knew how to make you feel good. And he knew how to make you scream ;)
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apparently-artless · 22 days
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●◉ ATTACK ON TITAN: NO REGRETS ✦ LEVI ACKERMAN ◉●
dedicated to Mica (@koushuwu), happy birthday!! (°◡°♡)
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thewritingwrath · 3 hours
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Levi is the type of person to have a wet dream, and then send himself to horny jail.
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kariighost · 3 months
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I’m…… literally so in love
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levilxvr · 3 months
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Ever since you and levi started dating, he’s been taking note of every single little detail when you’re with him. He knows your go to order at the coffee shop, your favourite pair of jeans, and can remember exactly how you like to cook your eggs in the morning. You never really noticed his habit until the first time he buys you flowers.
You were feeling particularly blue that day, having no motivation to do anything but laze around in his apartment. Levi said he’d gone out to get some food but when you open the door an hour later, he’s standing there with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, combined with eucalyptus leaves and some white baby’s breath branches. The ribbon binding the stems was your favourite colour too.
“levi.. how did you know I love these flowers?”
he shrugs his shoulders. “you mentioned it while chatting with mikasa during the trip to marley, and i remembered.” You’re kinda surprised, since that was ages ago. Your arms automatically wrap round his shoulders, half squashing the bouquet as his warm hand rests gently on your back. When you pull away the smile on your face gets bigger as he lifts out a porcelain vase from the paper bag on the floor. It’s the one you’ve been eyeing at the trinket store for the past month- and somehow he knew you wanted it as well.
He grins and sets it down on the table. “Now every time you’re feeling down I’m gonna buy more flowers to keep it full.”
“levi!”
“hope you feel better.” your boyfriend kisses the top of your head. He breathes a small sigh of relief when you tell him you do, glad that his memory didn’t fail him and he got the right flowers.
And that’s one of his love languages- remembering small details so he can surprise you and brighten your day when you least expect it.
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m-jelly · 3 months
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Touch is so important to Levi.
Touch is a way he can show his love, feel connected, be reassured and to feel safe.
Simple touches bring a smile to his face and give him a warmth that make him relax.
He'll lightly touch your skin to remind himself that you are there with him. He'll trace patterns on your skin rather absentmindedly, or just run his fingertips in a clawing motion. Other times he'll trace his name or a heart so you know he loves you and you are all his.
He enjoys how soft and warm your skin is, he just has to touch you as often as he can. He will lightly touch you when you're sat together, or when he holds you against him.
His touch can be possessive as well and an indication he is aroused. His grip is hard on your thigh. He'll squeeze and massage it tightly to let you know you are his, as well as to make you tingle and feel deep desire in you just like he feels. His squeezes always get higher up.
Touch doesn't always have to be by hand. He likes touching you with his leg, his knee or his arm. He has to make sure he's touching you in some way. The contact reassures him that you are right there next to him and you will never leave him.
Something you both love is when he touches you with his lips. He drags his lips along your shoulder and up your neck. He'll smile against your skin and kiss you lightly, sometimes he'll bite and lick your skin. It's not always to turn you on but is done playfully.
Lying in your arms is another way he adores touching you, or you lying in his.
Touch is so important to Levi.
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randomlevithoughts · 5 months
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Random Levi thought #14
He hangs every single drawing and letter his kids make. Levi keeps them all on the wall in the kitchen, anytime he is feeling down or sad, he looks at that wall to remember how far he has come, how much he is loved, how you gave him his children, and a reason to move on. Eventually when his hair is gray and he is older. He would look at that same wall again, this time hanging up a drawing his grandchildren did for him.
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levitiquee · 6 months
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All that's left.
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“I know you’re there.”
Levi called out, startling you. You’ve been watching him from the side of the wreck, watching as the ghosts of your comrades appeared for one last time, one last salute. One last declaration of all they dedicated. One last goodbye.
And when Hange gave you a nod, you nodded back.
You two are all that's left.
You stayed out of his sight even after they disappeared, giving him the privacy to mourn. God knows he needed it. You didn’t think he had noticed your presence, but then again, who were you trying to fool? His extraordinary instincts were never to be underestimated.
Sighing, you pushed yourself to stand straight and stumbled forward. He glanced at you with the side of his eye. Ever resilient, ever strong, the cracks were so slight, just barely there. But you knew. You could always tell.
“Hi.” You mumbled. He stared at you as you dragged yourself in front of him, slightly limping.
“Nice of you to make it out alive.” He said.
“Who would’ve thought?” You shrugged.
“You made an ugly titan by the way.”
“I’m sure you would’ve looked charming.”
“Bet.”
You smiled. The conversation was so unbelievably normal. Here, in the wreckage of everything, all the corpses, smoke, blood and ruins, here you were, back to how it always was. It almost felt surreal. Almost as if you concentrated hard enough, all of it would go away and you’d find you and him back in the soggy cafeteria of the scout headquarters, back to bantering with him and arguing about silly little things that don't really deserve arguments but it’s you and Levi so of course it’d end up an argument.
You felt so old suddenly.
How come you ended up here? In this way?
And Levi looked so tired, you could cry. Hasn’t he given enough? Doesn’t he get to rest now?
“Does that..” You glanced down at his leg, the one he had spread out in front of him. It was clear it was beyond repair. The fabric of his pants were torn at the knee, from where it was crushed between the titan’s jaw, a bloody, mangled mess. “Does that hurt?”
“Not really, no.” His eyes went to where yours were. “Numbed down a while ago. Can’t feel shit really.”
You sighed. "Not very humanity's strongest anymore, huh?"
Levi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He said. "Careful, I could still kick your ass."
"I'm sure."
You grinned. Then went ahead and dropped yourself beside him. He frowned.
“Shouldn’t we be getting up now?” He said. “Why are you getting all comfortable?”
“Why not?” You muttered, pulling your legs upto your chest, hugging them. “What’s it matter what we do or not? Armin’s the hot shit now, let him deal with shit.”
He didn’t answer, but he made no attempt to get up either. If anything, he looked more relaxed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the rest of your life here. After all, you were so tired, and you were sure he was too. This was as good as anywhere else would be.
Because there’s no home to return to anymore.
“Do you think there’s anything left of Hange to bury?” He suddenly said.
You shuddered. What do you answer to that?
And your head pounded so hard, you couldn’t really think. Far away, you could hear someone yelling at another someone, but you couldn’t bother to pay attention to the words. Armin and the others would figure something out surely.
You were exhausted.
“Say, Levi.” You said tiredly, nudging him slightly.
“What?”
“Wanna get married?”
Levi almost choked, he was suddenly all uptight, stiff as a board as he looked at you with wide eyes.
“What the fuck?” He asked, scowling. “Are you seriously gonna make jokes here? Here?”
“Not joking.”
You lifted up your head, tilting it to look at him. It was hard to tell whether he was annoyed or flustered. You’re not sure where the sudden boldness came from, but this is as good a time as any. Might as well. “You’re right. It’s a bad time to make jokes. So I’m dead serious.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am.” You nodded, turning your expression very serious.
“You’re weird as fuck.” He sputtered out after a few attempts to speak. The tips of his ears were red, red as it always was whenever you used to jokingly suggest that he should date you. Except you weren’t really joking anymore. You haven’t been joking for a long, long time.
“I mean..” You closed your eyes. You were too tired to even feel embarrassed. “We’re the only ones left. Me and you. You’re all I have left, Levi. So, why not?”
He stared at you for a few seconds, gaping. Then he started shaking his head. “You’re insane.” He finally said.
“You’re just realizing that?”
“No.” He muttered. “You’re insane. And it’s rubbing off on me.”
He turned to you, peering at you with one good eye, pondering. And finally, he made up his mind.
“You’re insane. And I’m no fucking different.” He sighed. “I must’ve hit my head pretty damn hard because I’m actually considering this shit.”
You grinned. “Go on, say it. You like me.”
“Wrong. I tolerate you.”
“Good enough. You don’t tolerate a lot of people, so I’ll take it as I'm special.”
He sighed, turning away, hoping that’s enough to hide his heart from you. You were special to him, always. But you didn’t need to know that. He didn’t want you to know that. He didn’t know how to let you know that.
“Can you believe us?” He scoffed. “We’re practically sitting in a graveyard. Half the world’s ruined but then there’s us.”
“That’s fine. Let’s keep being us. The world can go fuck itself. Meanwhile, we can—”
“Do not finish that sentence.” He glared.
You stopped, a laugh breaking through. And you laughed so hard your stomach ached and there were tears lining in your eyes. And even Levi smiled, just the slightest, barely. A subtle quirk of his mouth.
“We’re insane.” You admitted. With that, you stood up, stumbling a little before you found your balance. You reached out your hand to Levi, who took it without question.
“Come on, Lev.” You pulled him up, letting him wrap an arm around you to brace himself. “Let’s go home.”
You were right, Levi thinks as he limps with you, letting you support him. It was nice to finally let himself lean on someone.
You two are the only ones left.
You’re all he has now.
The world has taken enough from him. He’s so tired of letting go.
And he’d be damned if he let you go too.
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