what if Leviathan turned into a merman H2O style whenever he got wet?
The first time it happened in front of you, it was a dreary and uneventful afternoon at RAD. The blackened clouds weighed down in the forever inky Devildom sky, and your nose twitched at the familiar, earthy scent of rain. Demons scrambled around to cover themselves between classes, shielding their heads with binders, pencil cases, and you’re 99% sure you saw someone sprinting away from the home-ec rooms wielding a chopping board.
You glanced around the classroom as the final bell rang for the day, eager to make your way home. Normally, Mammon insisted he escort you away, but currently, he was cleaning up a lecture hall after having destroyed it while attempting to fight off a very angry witch. Lucifer wasn’t exactly thrilled, to say the least.
“Mammon, I expect this hall to be spotless by the end of the day. I need not remind you of what awaits you if it is not, yes?” His hand brushed against his hip, subtly hovering above the rope attached to his belt. Mammon shuddered.
“B-but who’s gunna take MC home, huh?? I’m their first, so it’s my job! You said so!”
Among the chaos of Mammon’s whinging and pleading, you saw a subtle switch in Levi’s hand as he sank further into the living room couch. He opened his mouth, his eyes flickering to you. His face flushed as he silently prodded your mind as if trying to communicate telepathically into your brain. With a soft chuckle, you scooched over to him along the soft, velvety cushions. Ever the little nerd, his first response was to flinch away with a quiet “e-eh?”
You leaned in. “Wanna walk home with me?” You giggled as he fumbled a little, sensing his relief at the fact that you had gathered what he was contemplating quietly. He took a moment before nodding enthusiastically with a smile.
And that’s how you ended up here, watching a grown ass demon freak out about a little rain. “Come on Levi, what’s wrong? You can tell me, y’know?” He shook his head vigorously, wittering on about his gross otakuness and how you would “Never ever ever like him ever again if you ever found out about ‘it’ because it’s just so gross just like him”.
“Please, MC, just go home without me. This is a boss I just can’t defeat, no matter how much I grind. I have, and always shall be your friend… live long and prosp-“ You promptly cut him off with a tug at his hand, pulling him towards you. “You are not making that reference. And no, I’m not leaving without my player one. What would Henry do in this situation, huh? Would he leave his best friend behind?” Leviathan paused at that. You could almost see the gears turning in his mind as a shy smile spread across his lips. He looked down at his hand in yours, lingering for just a moment longer before tugging it away.
“O-okay, but you can’t laugh… I wouldn’t forgive you if you did, as easy as it is in front of a loser like me.” You swore with all the solemnity you could gather to not laugh as he slowly stepped towards the door. He hovered under the doorway, unsure as he glanced back at you with a wordless request.
You gave him a fond look as you took his hovering hand, and you both stepped out into the soft mist of rain. In your hand, you felt Leviathan’s soft fingertips sharpen into razors, lengthening around your own. Mesmerising, shimmering scales kissed his skin as a deep fog surrounded the two of you. Once the haze dispersed, you were left with a devastating sight. At some point, his hand slipped from yours, and was now resting against a grand, glistening fish tail that swayed softly against the grey tiles of the foyer.
Your eyes trailed up to meet his, and you gasped softly as you were met with a deep, ocean blue pair that flickered nervously between the floor and you. A merman.
From then on, it became a little game between the two of you. Enamoured with sexy-merman-Leviathan, you’d try to catch him off guard and sprinkle water on him just to see that delicious form. Levi, however, was strangely adept at dodging surprise attacks. (Perhaps all that time spent in the navy helped?)
He would never admit it, but sometimes he considered simply letting you get him wet. It flattered him to no end that a wonderful person like you would still like him after seeing, what in his opinion, was such a hideous form.
You truly were the Henry to his Lord of Shadows. Maybe even more.
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