"Go ahead and live with your head held high! No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness...set your heart ablaze. Grit your teeth and look straight ahead."
Rengoku's final words of advice and encouragement to Tanjiro...🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤😭😭😭
Imagine having a sleepover/movie night with yuuji itadori, and once he leaves to go to the bathroom u hide under the bed to scare him and when he comes out seeing that ur gone u watch as he gets all excited and runs in the closet to wait and scare u 😭
tags: fluff, old levi reminiscing, established relationship, flashback, canonverse, mentions of violence (non-graphic)
levi didn’t mind getting old, not really. he didn’t care for the deep smile lines or the wrinkles around his eyes. however, he did mind that he couldn’t pick his wife up and carry her to bed with ease anymore. he especially hated that his knee would still buckle if he didn’t use that bloody cane to get across a room.
levi ackerman, for the first time in his fifty-five years of life, had managed to nick himself while shaving. you stepped into the bathroom to grab something, eyes wide at the stream of blood running down his neck.
“what happened?” you were quick to grab the first-aid kit from the cabinet, eyes panning at him.
“i was just shaving, keep it down.” he rolled his eyes, sitting at the edge of the tub. he unbuttoned his shirt, already stained at the collar, and discarded it on the floor.
you looked down at him with a smile. his muscles were still there, though much less defined. the scars from his youth, long healed, a painful reminder of what he had been through.
you dabbed alcohol on a cotton pad before sitting down on his good leg.
“this is pretty deep, levi.” you muttered. he winced when the alcohol came in touch with the cut on his cheek, his fingers pressing against your waist.
“my hand still shakes sometimes.” he looked down at his three remaining fingers with a sigh. the nerves were all messed up, but he was insistent on using that hand for everything still.
“it’s okay, old man. i’ll shave you from now on.” you chuckled, cleaning up the dried-up blood from his jaw.
“you know what this reminds me of, brat?”
levi’s brows were furrowed, a scowl permanently etched in his features as you tried to make him sit down.
“captain, your face is full of blood.”
“it’s not mine.”
“some of it is yours.”
you weren’t really sure what had happened. it was all so fast. a soldier calling you a slut, you punching him, him slapping you back. that’s when levi had stepped in.
you finally managed to get levi to sit down, opening the first-aid kit beside you on his desk.
“he shouldn’t have slapped you.” was all he muttered before getting up again. you brought your hands to his shoulders, pushing him down with all the force you could muster.
“hey! let someone help you for once.” gray eyes shot up at yours, growing wide when you sat down on his knee to keep him in place. he didn’t utter a single word as you cleaned his face up with a damp towel, not even wincing when you dabbed alcohol against his busted lip.
he realised he didn’t particularly mind your breath fanning against his cheek, or your hair falling in his eyes. he certainly didn’t mind you shuffling on his lap, like you weren’t his soldier and he your captain.
“you’re sitting on me.” he said, more like an acknowledgment. you panicked and tried to get up, but levi’s arms wrapped around your hips. “thanks.”
“for sitting on you?” a smile played on your lips in the dimly-lit office, “captain.” you added, to be safe.
“don’t call me captain like that.”
“like what?”
“you’re making it dirty.”
“what does it remind you of, captain?” you shook levi out of his thoughts. he wrapped his arms further around your waist, pulling you closer. he knew you remembered the same thing.
“almost thirty years later, you’re still cheeky.”
“it never goes away.” you sighed, leaning down to peck his lips.
in his memory, he was lifting you up with one arm to plop you down on the desk and kiss you. in the present, you had to pull him up carefully and hand him his cane.
levi didn’t mind, though. some parts of him still worked just fine.
next door neighbor! levi who works long days at his boring, hot-shot office job. after hours upon hours of frivolous paperwork and conversing with his numbskull colleagues, levi wants nothing more than to trudge through the door of his humble apartment and wind down with a mug of chamomile and some peace and quiet.
next door neighbor! levi who loathes his youthful, abhorrently noisy neighbor, you. whose much anticipated peace is disturbed every night without failure as he’s forced to endure the muffled music or clanking knocks from the other side of your shared wall.
next door neighbor! levi who has confronted you about your volume a many of times, each of which ending with levi’s patience snapping clean in half.
“turn your music down for fuck’s sake,” levi growls, forearms crossed over his chest, nose upturned in blatant disgust for your disrespect. “it’s after nine, some people have work in the morning.”
you’re leant against your door frame, a grotesquely smug smile fixed on your lips that only serves to stoke the flames of levi’s frustration. “do you always have a giant stick up your ass, mr. A?”
he grimaces. suddenly, his mere thirty-one years of age feel much higher, much older, with your insistence on calling him ‘mr. A.’ “do you always have to be a nuisance?”
“yes,” your response comes without missing a beat. “you’re very handsome when you’re angry.”
“i—” curse you and your bouts of flirtation, it always catches levi off his usually-sturdy guard. those dark eyes narrow, brows pinched. “turn it down or i’m contacting the landlord. i’m not fucking around.” the same empty threat levi spits at you nearly every night, but he’s never fulfilled it.
“good luck with that, pixis loves me,” you chuckle, tonguing your molars and quirking a suggestive brow in his direction. “most older men do.”
yeah, levi definitely catches the tension that is quick to brew. with a rouge hue tinting his ears, the man swallows loud. “i’m going to sleep,” levi grumbles, turning to head back to his own door because if he had to spend another moment in that cramped hallway with you in that ridiculously tiny pajama set you donned, he’d probably do something uncharacteristically stupid.
you just smile, used to his antics. “good night mr. A,” comes your sickeningly sweet chirp, but levi’s already slamming his door shut. and maybe you turn down your stereo’s volume a few notches because you’re feeling generous tonight.
next door neighbor! levi who despises the fact that he has to sleep only a few feet away from you save for the paper thin wall acting as a weak blockade. late nights when the sound of breathy giggles and skin against skin had slipped through the barrier and invaded his bedroom.
next door neighbor! levi who unwillingly listened as you fucked yet another random loser from your campus. with teeth gritting so hard they might chip and his glare fixed on the white of his ceiling, levi would hate himself for the way his heart raced. your pornographic moans were painfully fake, that much he could gather, but despite that, levi still couldn’t stop his stupid hand from slithering beneath his stupid boxers to tug at his stupid cock until he came.
next door neighbor! levi who always thought of himself as higher above the average man. his self control was unmatched, seldom was he overcome with the urge to masterbate himself. and don’t even get levi started on pornography… he found the whole concept of watching strangers dirty themselves in eachother’s bodily fluids disgusting.
next door neighbor! levi who’s ‘holier than thou’ mindset completely crumbles as he cums to your vapid moans for the fourth night in a row. in the darkness of his room, the man looks at his sticky, semen-coated hand and sighs in shame. you’ve turned levi into a repugnant monster.
next door neighbor! levi who one night upon returning home from work realizes that he had lost his key, rendering him successfully locked out of his apartment. levi’s patting over his pockets with a surge of panic, spouting whispered curses when he doesn’t feel the familiar shape of his door key bulging in his pocket.
“no, no, no,” he utters sharply to himself, feeling over the pockets of his slacks for the key that’s not there. levi hangs his head in defeat, “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…”
levi’s quick to call for help. pixis first, who refers levi to a locksmith. fine. great. two hundred dollars to get a replica key made. whatever, he’s not ticked off about that at all. and then levi gets hit with the dreaded news that his new key will take a day to make. a day… a fucking day? it’s fifteen after eight p.m., levi doesn’t have a day!
levi crumbles with a frustrated groan, squatting down and leaning against the wall because he’d rather conjure an ache in his aging knee caps then sit his ass on the filthy carpet in his apartment complex’s hallway. levi buries his tired face in his hands, mentally choosing which motel he was going to stay at for the night, so enraptured by his own racing thoughts that he failed to notice your presence.
“hey stranger.” your voice reels levi back to the surface from the depths of his spiraling mind. pulling the most uninterested face, he craned his neck up towards the source of the noise. “what’cha doin’ on the floor?”
“mind your business,” levi scowls grumpily, averting his eyes back down to the carpet. he is absolutely not in the mood.
you titter a laugh. “i’ll mind my business when you quit loitering outside my door like a creep.” for good measure, you playfully nudge levi’s thigh with the toe of your irritatingly adorable bunny slipper.
the man winces, as if you just touched him with hydrochloric acid. “keep your feet away from me,” levi demands, hastily buffing out the scuff mark you left behind on his black work slacks. “and i’m not purposefully sitting outside your door, get real.”
“right,” you nod skeptically, “so you’re sitting outside your own door because…”
levi heaves a sigh, looking away and stewing in his own embarrassment. “i lost my key. ‘m locked out.”
more gut busting laughter that has the man doling out sighs of annoyance. “oh man, that’s rich,” you mock, pressing a hand to your forehead. “you’re always so put together, i never would’ve expected such a simple mistake from you mr. A.”
“me neither.”
“so what’s the plan now, then?” your question makes him stand. levi gives a subtle stretch to his back, groaning when it pops. “surely you’re not gonna camp out in the hall all night.”
“there’s a decent inn just up the road,” levi tells you, before adding “if you must know.”
you shake your head. “well that’s just nonsense.”
his face heats. “is it now?”
and then you’re shrugging, nodding back into your own apartment room with a subtle, slanted grin. “i’ll have you know that my kindness knows no bounds, mr. A,” levi grimaces at that playful lilt in your tone, “hey, don’t look so sour! i was just gonna offer you my couch for the night.”
next door neighbor! levi who begrudgingly accepts your offer because he’s already set back two hundred dollars for the damn key, he’d really rather not tack on an extra sixty bucks for a shitty hotel room. so, levi clambers inside your humble abode with all the reluctance of a dog being forced to attend a vet appointment.
next door neighbor! levi who is instantly drawn to your little knick knacks and trinkets that clutter the shelves. they’re loud and tacky and jumbled and look awful with the dark color that your wall is painted; but even so, levi can’t help but feel something akin to cozy as he observes your interior decor. it’s homey, much more so than his minimalist style back in his place.
next door neighbor! levi who, despite possessing a grumpy attitude about the whole situation, politely asks you to spare him a cup of tea. when you oblige and tell him to come see which kind he wants, levi is stunned with your selection. how a meager little college girl like you had everything from sencha to oolong and every blend in between; levi would be annoyed beyond words if he wasn’t so impressed. he pardons you for some chamomile.
next door neighbor! levi who notices (because frankly it was hard to ignore) the stack of classic literature piled up upon the coffee table, messy but not in a way that inherently stresses him out. who notices the scrawl of homework papers—all completed—that fan across your modest dining table. who notices how you’ve (very fucking adorably) pinned a past exam with high marks to your refrigerator with a quirky magnet. and perhaps levi starts to feel the slightest bit guilty for whittling you down to nothing but some dumb, noisy college student; though he’d rather choke to death on this delicious chamomile before ever admitting something so emotionally embarrassing aloud.
next door neighbor! levi who surprisingly falls into easy conversation with you. despite the healthy age gap, you two find yourself sharing enjoyments such as tea (obviously), cleanliness, and business politics. and he wants to despise you, but you make it so damn difficult with the way your eyes light up as you discuss the most recent wall street drama.
next door neighbor! levi who, in that same conversation, gets a hideous jump-scare of a flashback to the previous night in which he had his hand buried under the material of his boxers, playing with himself to your harmonic moans that filtered through his bedroom wall. and like a stupid fucking idiot, he coughs on a sip of tea and chokes over a gulp.
“jesus, mr. A!” you’re on him within seconds, filling in the gap beside him on your small sofa and patting his back like he was some overgrown toddler. “it’s okay, let it out.”
levi’s face flares, and he turns away from where you sit, coughing into the crease of his elbow. “i’m…” cough “…fine…”
“you don’t sound fine,” you giggle, hand still pawing up and down his back and levi thinks he might just crumble on the spot because it’s been too fucking long since anyone caressed him as gently as you do. “seriously, what the hell were you thinking that made you almost die on a sip of tea?”
you’re teasing, and levi knows this, but he can’t find the right words to convey his innocence; to convey that he wasn’t thinking about jerking off to your voice like a disgusting pervert. “fuck off,” levi mutters finally, giving a sniff to the air.
“so you were thinking about something, then?” you smile. he pouts. “i bet it was something dirty—”
“fuck off,” he repeats, shooting you the most wildly incredulous look, as if you’d been completely and utterly wrong with your assumption. you weren’t, but levi had to pretend like you were. “i don’t like what you’re implying.”
“what am i implying?”
“that—that i’m some kind of gross pervert!” he exclaims radically, “listen, i don’t know what kind of men you like to associate yourself with, but i don’t think indecent thoughts when i’m around others. let alone you.”
you smile, wide and wicked, and levi hates everything about it. “right,” you nod, looking as though you’re trying to stifle a laugh at his expense. looking as though you have him checkmated. “you save your indecent thoughts for the bedroom.”
those narrow eyes of his widen a hair, “what would you know about what happens in my bedroom?”
leaning in a few centimeters, you whisper to levi’s ear. “you’re quite loud. a thin wall works both ways, mr. A.”
next door neighbor! levi who doesn’t recall himself ever feeling as humiliated as he does in this moment. in this moment with you. it’s truly amazing how you’ve managed to break down levi’s stoic, icy exterior and sink your fangs into his soft center. he feels exposed, to know that you know that he’s been rubbing his cock to you nearly every night… god, was he really that loud?
next door neighbor! levi who stands abruptly, abandoning his half empty mug of tea on that coaster that he insisted on using despite you’re reassurance that you rarely used coasters yourself. levi, who’s mumbling out a shallow apology, followed by an i should go before collecting his suit jacket that he’d neatly folded over the back of the couch.
next door neighbor! levi who winces when your delicate hand clasps his wrist in a desperate attempt to make him stay.
“mr. A, you don’t have to leave.” your fingers form a stern yet supple cuff around the thin limb that is levi’s bony wrist. firm, yet inviting him to pull away if he so felt like it. but he didn’t feel like it.
it’s hard to meet your gaze, but sure enough, levi lifts his head from that droop of shame and finds your eyes. there’s not a speck of malice in them, nor anger, nor disgust; everything he expected to see just wasn’t there. “i can’t fucking believe you heard me…” he’s biting back another groan of embarrassment, shaking his head. “you— i—i’m so…”
“mr—” you stopped yourself, “levi, i don’t want you to leave yet.”
again, he’s shaking his head. “why?” there goes his dense brain, shrugging off any positive possibilities and plunging straight to the negative ones. surely you only want levi to stay so that you can degrade him for being such a creep, right? to ridicule him?
“because.” your response is mousy; as subtle and tasteful as honey in tea.
levi releases a breath before he chirps a repetition. “why?” it’s asked once more, softer this time around, mirroring your cadance.
he can’t pinpoint the exact moment your hand leaves his wrist to find purchase ‘round the back of his neck—levi is much too enraptured in that questionable dose of hunger that glazes your eyes. only when he feels your fingertips pass through the sharpened hairs of his undercut does he give a shudder. “because.” you repeat yourself as well, punctuating the word with a generous lean forward to capture levi’s mouth with your own.
next door neighbor! levi who stills against your advance like a dead fish, eyes wide and lips parted. you’re his annoying neighbor. his annoying, arrogant, young neighbor; the one person on this god forsaken planet that he had been sure he hated most. though it was strange, because now that your moisturized, strawberry-lacquered lips graced his, levi couldn’t recall an ounce of the hatred he’d holstered for you.
next door neighbor! levi who finally drops his coat, letting it wrinkle to the ground in favor of reaching with both hands to hold your face to his. levi maneuver’s your skull in his strong hands, keeping you at the perfect angle for him to deepen this kiss. levi, who nearly crumbles to the floor alongside his discarded jacket when your softer hands come up to encapsulate his own.
next door neighbor! levi who lets you drag him to the bedroom, stumbling rather clumsily to the bed. he watches you undress yourself with such grace, and starts to question how he could’ve ever hated something so fucking beautiful in the first place. what a fool he’d been… it’s then that levi decides the best course of action to make up for his asshole-ish nature is to fuck his apology deep inside of you.
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