levi and “Can I hold your hand?”?? congrats on level 100 :D
Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you’ll enjoy this! I’m really sorry it took me so long to get to your request. I had a major writing slump, so I decided to take a break for a while. (ᗒᗩᗕ)
Level 100 Celebration ☆ [Closed] — This is the final ficlet for this mini-event. Thanks to everyone who participated in it! ♡
Spoiler Warning: Lesson 30-13 (Normal)
High Five [Leviathan/GN!Reader]
The practical test for Curses and Hexes had been far from what the name of the course suggested. For Leviathan, to be able to hold your hand and entwine your fingers together was a blessing he never would have thought he’d be bestowed upon with.
When he approached you and offered to be your partner for the practical test, he didn’t think you’d choose him. Why would you when you had other demons to select from? There was Mammon, who had always bragged about being your ‘first,’ and Satan, the one who had tutored you for these exams. Even so, catching him off-guard, you picked Leviathan. Despite the nature of the practical test, you cast the curse assigned to the class without hesitation, drawing your hands and his together and binding them.
If he were an application running on a computer, the pop-up window with the message, ‘Leviathan.exe has stopped working,’ would have already appeared on the screen. He was so flustered and excited and happy—he was overflowing with mixed emotions, so much so that he ended up rambling and had to be taken to the nurse’s office in a dazed, flushed state. The rest of his day, including the exams he still had to take, drifted by in a blur, and it was all due to the events that transpired during Curses and Hexes.
However, things between the two of you had been strange since you stepped out of the nurse’s office with him.
You had been walking beside Leviathan at that time. The second your knuckles brushed with his, you took a small step away and acted as if nothing happened. Back then, he had paid it no mind. The situation was awkward enough, and it was all due to his inability to control his emotions earlier.
He started doubting if that was all there was to it a few days later. The two of you happened to reach for the same dish during dinner, and his index finger touched yours.
“You go first, Levi,” you pulled back immediately and said with a smile, proceeding to take the serving spoon of a different dish.
Weird, Leviathan thought.
To find out if his suspicion was correct, he sent you a text message and asked if he could borrow your copy of My Demon Academia manga. Although you replied he’d already read that specific volume, he insisted, so you relented. He went to your room to pick it up, and you met him by the door. As you handed him the manga he asked for, his long fingers touched yours on purpose. Startled, you let go of the item at once, almost dropping it on the floor if he didn’t grasp it on reflex.
That was it. You were avoiding touching him.
Did you not want to be in contact with his skin so badly? Something horrible must have happened during the Curses and Hexes practical test… but what was it? Leviathan racked his brains for an answer but couldn’t find any. You were even the one who entwined your fingers with his. Was the experience that awful? The thought alone made him feel terrible—worse than the time when he failed to purchase VIP tickets for Sucre Frenzy’s anniversary concert despite waiting so long for it. To say it saddened him was the understatement of the century. The fact that he could tell you any of his worries except this one made matters gloomier. It became a secret only he and Henry knew. When he thought about it, it had been a while since something like that happened.
Leviathan tried his best to cast those thoughts aside, or at the very least, avoid dwelling on them. He was doing fine… until he stumbled upon a scene he didn’t like one bit.
During your weekly game night, Leviathan looked for you all over the house. He wanted to clear the air between the two of you, so you could have fun together tonight. However, the sight of you and Asmodeus in the living room made Leviathan stand still. You and Asmodeus sat close to each other, your hands in his grasp as he lifted them near his face to admire them.
Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, felt jealous.
“Oh, so pretty,” Asmodeus commented. “I haven’t seen nail art this cute before. Which salon did you go to?”
“Actually, a succubus friend of mine from Seductive Speechcraft…”
The conversation between you and Asmodeus failed to register in Leviathan’s mind. With his eyes zeroed in on your hands, which were still held by Asmodeus, he marched in your direction.
You noticed his entrance and greeted him, “Oh, Levi! We’re still on for our game night, right?”
“Yes…” he grit out.
“What?” Asmodeus chimed in and pulled you closer. “Let’s just have a sleepover, that’d be more fun, I’m sure?”
How could Asmodeus say that? Leviathan was both irritated and upset at his brother’s words.
“Maybe next time, Asmo.” You gave him an apologetic smile. “Those tests really stressed me out, and I’ve been looking forward to game night since those tutorial sessions started.”
Leviathan’s heart leaped at your words. He had been the same, looking forward to this night since the examination period began.
“Okay, okay,” Asmodeus replied with a sigh. “But you have to introduce me to that friend of yours.”
“Sure thing!”
“Let’s go,” Leviathan interjected.
Unable to wait for another second longer, he moved to hold your hand but thought better of it. You wouldn’t… want that, right? He sighed and opted to hold your wrist, which was covered by your sleeve, instead, and led you to his room. Once the door was shut, he released you from his fingers and felt envy kindling inside him again. Asmodeus could freely touch your hand as he pleases, but Leviathan couldn’t. He felt as if there was a thick wall between you, his favorite human, and himself. It was the last thing he wanted.
“H-Hey,” Leviathan began, “can I hold your hand?”
“What? Why are you…”
“You’ve been acting weird since that day,” he pointed out. “It’s like, you’re avoiding my hands.”
You averted your gaze from him. “I guess you could put it that way? I mean—”
“You might not want to be friends with me anymore, but I… I told you, right? You’re my true friend! So, if I did something wrong, please tell me…”
Leviathan didn’t want to lose your friendship. Not like this.
“Wait, wait, wait! What’s this about not being friends anymore?”
“Isn’t that… what you wanted?” he clarified, his voice dropping into a whisper as he continued, “Not that I blame you, though. Who would want to be friends with me, anyway?”
“No! Don’t say that!” you said. “We’ll always be true friends, Levi! We promised, remember?”
“Then, why were you so awkward with me after that? I’m Leviathan, the most awkward being among the three worlds! I should be the awkward one, you know?”
“I’m sorry Levi.” You let out an, ironically, awkward chuckle. “It’s just that if I touch or hold your hand, I wouldn’t want to let go so easily, and although it would be nice… I don’t want you to faint or get a nosebleed because of it!”
“H-H-HUH?!”
“Seriously, you were so out of it that day. Don’t you remember? You were staring into space while having exams, muttering under your breath. I was worried you wouldn’t pass.”
“How could I keep calm? Our hands were entwined. We were so close that we could feel each other’s sweat—that’s so intimate! How could you not get flustered? That just proves how much of a normie you are!”
The sound of your genuine laughter let Leviathan know everything was okay again.
“It’s so you to say that!” you remarked.
“So… we’re still friends? Like, true friends?”
“Of course, we are… and we’ll always be. We’re like Henry and the Lord of Shadow, right?”
“Yeah!”
“How about this, then?” You held up a hand with a happy smile. “High five?”
“High five!”
Leviathan raised his palm and brought it to yours with enough force, but after your hands made a clapping sound, the warmth from your hand lingered. Delicately, you filled the gaps between his fingers with your own. The next thing he knew, your hands were clasped together. Leviathan had watched a scene like this in an anime before. To think it would happen to him, and with you, of all the beings he could have shared this moment with…
Leviathan, whose face reddened, began, “Whoa! This… This is…!”
Once again, if he were an application running on a computer, the pop-up window with the message, ‘Leviathan.exe has stopped working,’ would have already appeared on the screen.
"close your eyes and hold out your hands" with Levi? Please?
LEVIATHAAAAAN!!! Thank you for giving me an excuse to write about him again, Anon. I hope you’ll enjoy this! (ꈍᴗꈍ)
Level 100 Celebration ☆
Azuki-tan [Leviathan/GN!Reader]
Anidaemon had been an adventure, as always. Something about the excited chatter of fellow anime and game enthusiasts, the neon signages and bright lights inside the stores, and the endless rows of merchandise of all shapes and sizes never failed to leave such a lasting impression on your mind. This time had been the same, your excursion almost perfect except for one very significant aspect it lacked: the company of your favorite otaku.
A few weeks ago, you and Leviathan had planned your trip to Anidaemon in order to acquire limited edition Azuki-tan charms in a gacha event that would only be available for a single day. He found out about it in an online advertisement which he immediately took a screenshot of and sent you, inviting you to join him in his quest of adding more items in his The Magical Ruri-hana: Demon Girl shrine. Despite the two of you adjusting your schedules to accommodate your outing, three days prior to the day of the gacha event, Leviathan was unexpectedly invited to do an interview with the RAD Newspaper Club for a feature on the Hell’s Navy.
“I’d rather go to Anidaemon with you,” Leviathan whined after he read the message from the RAD Newspaper Club with a frown, his shoulders slumping in disappointment. He had been looking forward to your trip, and so were you, but things didn’t always go according to plan.
“Yeah, I was really excited about it,” you admitted. “It’s alright, though. Duty calls for the Grand Admiral, right? I’ll definitely be reading that article!”
Flustered, he covered his face with the back of his hand. “D’aaah! Don’t say that… It’s making me more nervous. Who knows? I might say the wrong thing and embarrass myself… and the entire Hell’s Navy!”
“You won’t. Most likely, it’ll be Mephistopheles who’s going to interview you, at least you know him already.” You patted his back with a reassuring smile. “I’m sure everything will turn out okay. You’ve got this!”
He withdrew his hand from his face and looked at you, only to avert his gaze the next second. “Oh… Um, thanks… I needed to hear that.”
“Anytime,” you said. “By the way, I’m still free during that day, so if you’d like, I can go to Anidaemon and get that limited-edition merchandise for us.”
“Y-You’d do that?” he clarified and met your gaze again, all of his earlier shyness seemingly gone for the moment.
“Of course!”
“Then, yes, please! You’re a lifesaver—no, an angel! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!”
“No problem! It’ll be something for you to look forward to after the interview.”
“I’m already looking forward to it! I’m giving you all my gacha luck and counting on you!”
“Leave it to me!”
Although Leviathan hadn't been by your side when you lined up in the queue, all of his wishes for your good luck had been in your hands as you spun the knob of the gacha machine. With a skip on your steps, you made your way back to the House of Lamentation, a pair of precious charms inside your coat pocket. Surprisingly, you arrived home before Leviathan, so you decided to spend your idle time in your bedroom while you waited for him.
As you scrolled through Devilgram and commented on a few of your friends’ posts, the sound of rapid footsteps in the hallway followed by a knock on your door caught your attention at once. You stood and opened it, pleased by the sight of Leviathan, excitement rolling off him in waves despite his attempt to keep his cool.
“Welcome back! How did the interview go?” you asked.
“Good, I think,” he replied, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Mephisto asked me about an update on Lotan. LOL!”
You chuckled, remembering his account of the incident involving him and Lotan during the Spirit Week celebration of the previous academic year. “Sounds interesting.”
“So…”
“Hm?”
“How was your trip to Anidaemon? Did you manage to get the goods?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” you teased. “It was great, and the line was longer than how we expected it’d be, but… I did! I got them!”
“OMG! Which ones were you able to get?! Any chance for the cute winky face SSR ones? Actually, SR ones are okay, too. Hell, I’ll even take an N one. Anything from that collection is fine!”
“I can give it to you now,” you began, placing your hand in your coat pocket to get the item, “but you have to close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“Okay, okay! Ah, I’m so excited! The suspense is killing meeeee!!!”
Giddily, Leviathan shut his eyes and reached out to you with his palms open, waiting. You pulled one of the charms from your pocket and placed it over his hands. The way his fingers quivered once the item touched his skin was so Leviathan, and this—his presence, quirks and all—was one of the things you missed during your earlier trip to Anidaemon.
“Can I see it now?”
“Alright, open your eyes,” you replied, hoping he’d like it.
His eyes fluttered open and widened once he saw which Azuki-tan variation he was holding. “U-U-Ultra Rare! It’s the UR Azuki-tan charm!”
“Indeed, it is.” You smiled slyly, twiddling with the other charm hidden inside your coat pocket. “But wait, there’s more!”
“Huh? More?!”
“Well, I wasn’t able to pull the Taichi-senpai charm, but I did get something interesting.”
“What is it?”
You revealed your other hand and showed him the extra item you were able to snag from the gacha miraculously. “Ta-da! Isn’t it cool?”
“Is that…?”
“Yep.” You took his hand in yours to demonstrate how the two charms work together. “Look, when you put them together like this…”
As you shifted the bases together, the markings on the back of the two imagawayaki charms connected.
“No way... It’s Azuki-tan’s other half!” Leviathan cried out, sounding emotional. “Wait… Both of these are UR, though? HOW?!”
“I’m not sure how I did it as well,” you admitted, “but surprise! Great job on the interview!”
Leviathan’s face reddened, and he opened his mouth to give you a reply, but his gaze zeroed in on your hands. You and he were still holding the charms together, your fingertips touching. “W-What are you—I mean—what are we doing? Are you… This is nice, but—UGH!”
“Levi—”
Before you could ask him what was the matter, he had pulled you in his embrace and buried his head on your shoulder. “T-Thank you for doing this! I just… I’m so happy!”
“Anything for you.” You laughed. “Do you want to keep both of them for your Ruri-chan shrine? I don’t mind.”
“No, I… I want you to keep the other half.”
“Oh… Okay, thank you, Levi.” You nodded against his chest, smiling as you wrapped your arms around him in return. “I missed you while I was there. Anidaemon wasn’t the same without you, you know?”
He sighed contentedly and held you tighter. “Let’s go there again next time.”
“Together.”
“Yeah.”
Even though it remained unspoken, the two of you mused over the same thing: like Azuki-tan, both of you had found your other half, and to be in each other’s arms was just what you needed after a long, long day apart.
