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@desolxte
❝— @desolxte // the devil you know
|| PRIVATE || LEVI ACKERMAN || SELECTIVE ||
CANON / DIVERGENT CHARACTER FROM SNK / AOT. MULTI-VERSE. SLOW / SPORADIC ACTIVITY. WRITTEN BY JACK / 31. 21+ ONLY. NOT SPOILER-FREE.
|| RULES || VERSES || PROMPTS ||
Surviving is an art that is painted across your body.
Michelle K., Surviving is an Art (via ruckgrat)
BODY MEME: List 5 random/unique things about your muses body.
I'm contractually obligated to state that our man is obviously a short king. That, and despite that, he's still built like a tiny little tank and it shows. He's small but heavier than the average for his height because he's basically just a whole lot of muscled condensed into that tiny little package. *chef kiss*
The dark shadows under his eyes are a permanent feature and adds to the perpetual 'just absolutely done with your shit' expression that is his default.
Levi smells nice. In modern verses where after-shave, cologne, deodorant, etc. is easily accessible to him, he most definitely uses it but never anything too over-powering. In canon and verses where those luxuries are a bit more few and far between, no one can really understand how beneath the dirt, blood and the sweat, there's still almost always the slightest hint of citrus whenever Levi's close-by.
Needs to spill his skin-care routine ASAP because his complexion is immaculate.
Is in possession of the cutest butt in the world and totally oblivious to the fact.
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Hanji chuckled, the sound light and teasing. "Oh, I know," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she crunched on a grape. "But that's precisely why it would work. Erwin wouldn't know how to react if you suddenly started playing his game. It would throw him off balance."
She threw a grape in the air for herself, catching it easily without much movement, "Erwin may be a master of manipulation, but he's still human. And humans are unpredictable. Besides," she added with a sly smile, "it could be fun to see him squirm a little."
"Throw everyone off balance..." Levi mutters, just trying to imagine... that. He doubts anyone would know how to react were he to suddenly turn around and pay such a special interest in someone... anyone... Who would he even be willing to torture like that? And who around him wouldn't immediately be scared half to death about it?
The answer is most certainly staring him right in the face, still eating his grapes, because there seemed to be nobody quite as content in his weird as Hanji has always been. He stares back at her, and has to wonder when they'd become two teenagers conspiring how to steal someone's heart, or just make them jealous. "And I'm the cruel one," he muses, signalling with a nod for another grape. "You don't think that's a little too sinister? Trying to pull at the man's strings like that? He is still our boss, after all..."
She shrugged, unwilling to reveal that she would care, even a little, if Silco stopped his duties. Levi wasn't so bad. He didn't hover over her constantly or make her feel crazy. Sometimes, he even gave her a longer leash to let off some energy.
"Everyone else ends up as bar keeps," she mused with a smirk. "But you give off more housekeeper vibes," Jinx added, spinning around fully on her seat to face him.
Just then, something clicked, and the mouth opened, sending a burst of colour straight at Levi. The teen held back her laughter for a moment before bursting out, doubling over with an arm around her waist.
"Why, because I don't leave things lying all over the fl—" Something clicks. Levi makes the mistake of turning to look as the mouse-like device's mouth snaps open, and his eyes go wide, and he's just a beat too slow from tossing the damn thing out of his hand before it explodes.
He disappears inside the cloud of pink and blue that bursts around him. Even though he's shielding his nose and mouth from all the dust circling around in the fog, it still makes him cough, and Levi wafts his other arm through the smog as he staggers out the other side of it towards the laughter.
He reemerges, painted brightly in her signature colors, with a murderous look beneath the spatters of powder that's stuck to his face. "I have killed for less, you little brat," he seethes at her, swiping the shit out of his eye. "Who the fuck leaves shit like that just lying around, Jinx—what if that'd been one of your real bombs?"
"Have you considered to spend ten minutes helping me rather than listening to my pocket dials?"
"...Not really, no." Where was the fun in that? "Besides, I'm not the techie around here."
closed started with @desolxte || Levi & Kuchel
Kuchel Ackerman died many years ago, her rotting corpse found by her estranged brother and buried. None would ever search for a deceased whore. None could have ever imagined, on the verge of death, when her sickness had her paralyzed, prisoner to a withering body, slowly but steadily losing strength, and her sanity, she would have found the power to stand back on her feet. That losing her son, the last remaining light of her life ended in the hands of animals who didn't understand the first thing about his tender heart, would bring her back to the world of living, instead of being the finishing blow to a woman who had long lost any will to live.
She was alive, but was her heart still beating ? Any air filling up her lungs? Was her body still warm to touch, or as cold as her eyes? An empty vessel she had become, void of any human emotions, vessel of one single HOPE. The hope of seeing her son again. To think, even in the rotten soul of hers, hope could survive. Maybe, if she could still have a part of her human — her who desperately denied her humanity — maybe it was still possible to find Levi. Even when years had passed, even if he didn't any longer remember her, even if there were no clues if he was even alive— he was her blood after all, and tragedy seemed to be part of their nature.
She has found a note in the apartment she lived in those days, with an address and an hour written on it. A date? There was no mistaking it, the sloppy handwriting was Kenny’s. She could have him waiting, for the nerve he had to think he could decide when and where they'd meet. Yet, when had she managed to escape the shackles they were bound with? It was more than just blood, or family ties. No matter how many times she tried to stay away from him, she'd always find him before her, him unchanged, while she'd be even more broken, even less of a person, than she was last time their paths had crossed. She held respect for him, after years of resenting him. For his ability to survive, and pretend to care even if having long lost his heart as well.
She expected no less from him. An empty pub, a dark place where very few would dare to set foot if they were on their own. She had arrived first— no surprise, to have her waiting. There was no bartender, no waiter, nobody in sight, when she took seat in front of the counter, standing out in her white dress. She used to like those dresses, when she was younger. Now, she'd wear them on more rare occasions, when she wanted to make a point— dress like a virgin, as if she hadn't sold both her body and soul.
She heard a voice coming from behind her back. Little she cared for what they said. Probably to complain the store was still closed. If so, why had she found the door open and unlocked? ❝ I'm waiting for someb- ❞
Nowadays, Kenny is a memory. Just an unwarranted memory in the middle of some rowdy bar fights, or in the few times that a too tall figure has caught his attention from the corner of his eye and prompted from Levi the double-take just to be sure that it's not. Which it never is, which is a lesson he probably should've learned by now. Hope can be one hell of a thing though—and Levi had always hoped that he'd come back...
But he had survived without him, for all these years, and just fine with all that the man had taught him. Kenny had beaten that instinct into him as a child, the will to live, to do more than just survive, to become something from the scrawny, half-dead, starving, pathetic little runt that he'd scraped up from the floor of his mother's bedside. Levi's still figuring out a way to get out of the underground, but in the meantime he's made sure to thrive in the better parts of the worst place in hell.
This is not his bar but Levi works for the man that runs it. He has his own room upstairs—it's not much but it'll do—and in exchange for his protection of the place, the owner and his goods, he is assured some decent pay and food always in his belly. Here, this is what they call thriving. Here, Levi's got shelter, food and water, and a place to stay clean. So he guards this bar like the wild dogs guard the trash outside.
We're closed, he'd told the woman he found sitting up at one of the stools. Strict. No nonsense. A simple leave and nothing more. But when she turns around, Levi's so struck by the resemblance—a damn near one-to-one image of the memory that he keeps of his mother—that he stops dead in his tracks. Convinced at first that she isn't really there, that his imagination is just playing tricks on him. It wouldn't be the first time anyway. But he blinks and she's still there. He looks away, to the door that should've been bolted and then back again, but she is still there.
"M..." He stares at the woman's face, at her dark lashes, the same down-turned eyes that he remembers her having—that he has—and her long hair flowing down around her shoulders. Her white dress and how it makes her look all the more like the ghost he thinks he's seeing. His mother, she was such a beautiful woman. The one in front of him sits just as elegantly as she used to by that dingy little window, pouring them their tea—but she can't be his mother, because his mother is dead.
Kenny had told him she was dead.
"My..." Levi says, with no direction nor purpose. That doesn't happen. This isn't happening. He shakes his head, the notion dismissed, the idea denied. "We're still closed." He says, ignoring the haphazard heartbeat in his chest. Putting his foot down. He's just going mad. "Whoever you're waiting for can meet you outside. Now... Please."
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“Are Gabi and Falco still as much of a handful as they were when I saw them last?” Pieck asked the former Captain, a fond smile curving her lips. So many things had changed, she never would’ve imagined herself having tea with Levi Ackerman on a ship used to travel to New Paradise. Not to attack or reclaim it but to attempt to forge a peace between it and the communities Jaeger hadn’t managed to exterminate.
Even she had changed. Her hair was pulled back with a barrette and it flowed over her shoulders in neatly brushed and styled waves. She’d traded her old uniform for a crisp clean suit. The political advisors called it ‘putting her best foot forward.’
"Those two," he says fondly, "they don't know how to sit still." Something he's found himself having to do more and more over the last few months. His legs aren't what they used to be anymore, and they'd been giving him some trouble over the cold season, aching as often as the breeze would turn and forcing him back into the chair. Were it not for those kids, Levi thinks, he wouldn't have handled it quite as well as he had.
"Handy for me though. I'm sure I've been keeping them busy - and out of trouble." He assures her, knowing how much she cares about them; having seen how much she dotes on them and in turn, how much they idolize her. Pieck was on their minds as often, he imagines, as they're on her own. "Little shits are growing up so fast though..."
@desolxte || x
Finally she had managed to wear Levi down, having him agree to taking her out on his latest heist. She was getting itchy in the house, there was only so many times she can mop the floor, and Levi was easier to break with her puppy eyes than Farlan. She grinned, skipping along, but following orders perfectly. Staying in the shadows, only moving when Levi told her. It wouldn't be her fault this went sour. He would never agree to letting her tag along again. But if it went well...
"Tch" she clicked her tongue, a habit learned from Levi, "He'll cheer up when he sees the prize" Isabel muttered back, a sly smirk on her lips as she followed Levi back into the shadows of the underground. Not before she gave the unsuspecting mob the middle finger. It took everything in her not to yell at them before darting away, and she might have done if it didn't mean she wouldn't be allowed to join him again. Isabel was set on proving herself. To showing Levi and Farlan that she was helpful, that they could count on her.
Isabel watched where Levi was headed, a hand going to his wrist before shaking her head, "I got a short cut they aint gonna know 'bout" she spoke, "D'ya trust me?". Isabel knew these parts well, maybe better than Farlan. She had spent too long wondering around them, following the stray cats around, seeing their trails and learning the connections others wouldn't know.
A breath leaves through Levi's nose. She's probably right about that but he can't see Farlan going out of his way to admit as much, and especially not in front of her—he can already imagine how that conversation between them will go. Isabel, in all her pride, boasting too loudly for Farlan's liking; the direct antithesis to his more cautious nature. She's going to brag and he is going to burst her bubble... They're going to spend a good while bickering and Levi's going to find somewhere nice and quiet to try and unwind while they do, before he inevitably returns later, and most likely to find Farlan still waiting up for him—which'll be when (if) he really admits to anything.
Levi stops, staring at the hand around his wrist, while Isabel explains she knows a shortcut that the mob out looking for them isn't going to know about. That he doesn't know about either, apparently, which he is finding...is a little hard to believe. He knows every corner of this place, up and down and front to back, or so he thought. This was the best shortcut they've got right now, or so he thought.
"D'ya trust me?"
Levi frowns before he lifts his head, lifts his stare to the bright eyes blinking back at him. She's got something to prove, he thinks. Her first time out on the job and now she's seen her chance to prove she could be more than just an extra set of hands. The question is, is this some misplaced confidence on her part—or simply just not enough trust, on his?
"About as far as I could throw you," he decidedly replies, twisting his wrist free again. It's a vague answer, because to most it would mean no—but then again most aren't as strong as Levi is either, and he could probably throw her pretty damn far if he wanted to. So he hasn't carried on his intended path, even if it is the one he knows, but only because he's comforted by the fact that no one's hot on their tails already.
"And I will throw you, if you get us lost."
@desolxte x
Hanji laughed, unphased by the theft, taking another for herself, a hum of pride at his confusion. "You know, Erwin's game," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, lifting her legs up to rest on his thigh. "He loves the attention, the little dance of politics and charm. And you," she threw a grape to his mouth, "could give him a taste of his own medicine. Make him see how it feels when someone's flirting with you."
Erwin's game, it's enough to keep Levi hooked on her words and not more concerned with her sticking her feet in his lap. Listening to her explain the way Erwin likes to operate, his attraction to the masses, all that charm he likes to pour around like some overpowered cologne. Levi moves quickly, shifting up in the necessity to catch the grape she'd tossed for him, then settles with just as much ease while he chews on it, staring at her.
"...I don't flirt." He eventually says, after wrinkling his nose. After he'd considered it. "I discomfort and unsettle."
"Adapting to new technology is challenging and the buttons are too close to each other"
"Suffice to say then, you're hopeless—or do I need to go on?"
"That was just a technical difficulty"
"And how many unflattering photos from your front-facing camera would we find in your album, I dread to think."
"Since when did a password mean a strange pattern?"
"Not to mention how you 'face-time' when you obviously planned to call."
"That's not hopeless, Levi. It's just, a small oversight"
"We had to take the lock off your phone because you kept forgetting the password."
"You really think I'm hopeless?"
"...You pocket-call at least once a month."
She gasped in mock offense, a hand to her chest, "Do you even know me at all?" Hanji shook her head, "This is not my style". There was too many distasteful pop ups for her liking. Made it a tacky attempt. "To start with, your webcam is there, wave to the government" she pointed to the discreate camera at the top and waved. "All you've done is clicked on a virus somewhere. Honestly, between you and Erwin I don't know who's worse" she groaned, pushing his wheeled chair away from the desk so she could take control of the laptop.
"Now fix it please" she corrected, waiting for his second attempt of asking.
Levi does not wave to the government but he does stare his icy cold daggers into the little round camera that Hanji points out to him, like a threat. "Oi." He resents that claim—Erwin is far more hopeless than he is. He crosses his arms as Hanji wheels him and his chair aside to get a better look at whatever horrors he's unknowingly welcomed into his computer. "..." Now she demands that he ask politely for her help...and Levi knows he will be hopeless without it.
"Please," he says, emphasizing the word between his teeth before he rolls his eyes to her. "Just fix the damn thing. Before it moans at me again."
@thecommanderzoe | i think i broke it
"Cover my webcam..?" Levi's eyes tick about the laptop in front of him... What webcam? And who the hell is 'hacking' him? He scowls at the thought and the anonymous perpetrator, then scowls at the image Hanji points out in the corner of his screen—and that woman is far too old to be doing that. "This is a joke," he hopes. Turning himself in his chair to stare suspiciously at his partner-in-all-things-terrible before he says, "You did this, didn't you, Goggles? Very funny. Now fix it already."
