🧡 This is war, Levi 🧡
🔎Summary: Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, Master of water itself, Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, master of the greatest sea monster: Lotan, third in line of the Seven rulers of the Devildom, one of the most powerful demons in all the realms, Devildom's nobility. And yet, an insecure otaku boy. What else can you do to let him know that you find him so so SO attractive, cool, smart, and wonderful? What else do you need to do to let him know that you love him?
👥️Characters: Leviathan x gender neutral MC.
⚠️Warnings: Self-loathe, low self-esteem, insecurities. But, mainly Fluff.
📝 Note: I sped run the current event: "The phantom butterflies" 🦋, and I am so happy that Levi shined like the strong demon man he is (although I'm disappointed there was no smooching). Heck! We even got to tell him he was cool! We need more opportunities to give him some words of affirmation. He deserves it. So here I am with a fluffy text for our favorite otaku demon.
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Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, Master of water itself, Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, master of the greatest sea monster: Lotan, third in line of the Seven rulers of the Devildom, one of the most powerful demons in all the realms, Devildom's nobility. And yet, an insecure otaku boy. What else can you do to let him know that you find him so so SO attractive, cool, smart, and wonderful? What else do you need to do to let him know that you love him?
You ask yourself this question mentally as you see your crush playing a videogame. You sigh. You've been so good at flirting, giving him presents, droping all the little obvious hints that you are in love with him, inviting him over your room and snuggling to him, kissing his cheek or hugging him, even dropping little compliments like —Levi, you are so cool— or —You're so handsome Levi, why would you say you aren't?—; but his replies are always so sad: —Eh? Did I hear that right? N-no! This is a dream: who would like a yucky otaku like me!— or —I must be hallucinating, someone pretty like you could never think that of an otaku like me. Wait! I- I didn't mean to say you're pretty! Ah! But it's not like I don't think you're pretty, you are! In fact, you're gorgeous. No! But I don't think so! Well, I do, but I don't- UGH!!—. As usual, he always runs away and hides. You end up confused and unhappy. What else do you need to do to come across clearly?
As you watch his every skilled hand movements on the controller, you realize how frustrated you feel. A new emotion emerges from within you, as you understand how incredibly sad this is for both of you; and at the same time, this frustration leads to anger: how many times do you have to drop the hints, say those true compliments, insinuate him your intentions? No more!
A spark goes free and sets you on fire from within: and you respond to this flame with a wonderful idea: —It's on, now—, you think: —This is war, Levi—. If he can't understand it with kindness, he will understand it with a much more aggressive approach. This is a war now, a war that you're sure you'll win, one in which your enemy is Levi's poor self-esteem and loathing. The tactic? You will bombard him with words of love, affection, and compliments until he can no more. The war-zone: his own territory; he won't be able to run away today, after all, he's cornered in his own bedroom and you're blocking the door, there's no chance that he can get away from you this time. And, of course, by the end of this epic battle, you'll be the winner, and he will finally understand your feelings!
—Hey, Levi...— you start.
—Yeah?—, he answers, not a single second wasted looking at other things than the screen in front of him.
—I think you look so cool when playing videogames—, you say with a devilish smile.
Leviathan freezes, —Eh?—, he pauses the game and looks at you perplexed. —Wh-What did you just say? I must have heard you wrong—, he chuckles nervously.
—You didn't. I do think you look cool playing videogames—, your facial expression is serious but not hard. You mean it.
Levi, on the other hand, starts to feel dizzy, his cheeks get rosy, eyes widen, and his heart pounds a million km per hour. —Y-You do?—, trying to find some ease, he returns to his self depreciation: —Well, y-yeah. After all, that's all an otaku like me can do: be good at videogames—.
—Oh, but it's not only videogames, it's also how cool you are in general, you know?—.
—W-WHAT?!—
—Oh yeah. Like when you summon Lotan or control water with your magic. Or like when you do repairs in my computer. Oh! Or when you craft your own cosplay outfits! All you do is super cool to me...—.
Leviathan starts to retreat slowly from the pillow he was sitting on to the corner of his room, loosing his sanity, face red as a tomatoe; but you follow him every step of the way, moving from your pillow crawling after him. Slowly remarking his good characteristics.
—You are the Devildom's Grand Admiral! That's so cool!—.
—I-It's just a tittle, it means nothing—.
—Not anyone gets a title like that. And you can also control water; that's such a big power you have—.
—I-It isn't that d-d-difficult!—
—No—, you shake your head —I bet it is—. You continue: —Besides that, you're one of the most powerful demons? That's so cool, Levi—.
—N-No. I'm not that strong, though—.
—I bet there's a reason for that, and it's probably because you are indeed strong... and reliable—.
—H-Hey! MC, wh-what are you doing?—, Levi asks, embarrassed and clearly threatened.
—I think you should know by now, Levi—.
—Know wh-what?—.
—How much I like you!— you say, and continue —Your purple hair, and your orange eyes, the fact that you look so good in anything you wear...—.
—Look good?! I'm a yucky otaku!—.
—That's not true! You're an otaku, AND you're handsome—.
—Handsome?!—.
Finally, Levi hits his back against the glass of his enormous fish tank and continues his rant —MC? Are you ok? Are you sick? Maybe a curse? I don't think it's possible for you to think this way about me—.
—Why not?—, you question his own belief as you play with the collar and zipper of his coat, having him against the wall (literally).
—W-well, an otaku like me... You know, it's disgusting—. His body tenses as he feels part of you on top of him. He has nowhere to escape to, other than his defense mechanism: finding a "logical" explanation on why it can't be that you love him.
—What makes you disgusting exactly?—, you ask seriously.
—You know! I'm an otaku who is obsessed with video games, anime, and manga, s-so...—.
—But I like those things too. Do you find me disgusting?—.
—NO!— Levi shouts. —You're beautiful!—, he confesses but immediately realizes his words and his embarrassment grow higher. He hides his face behind his hands and, in a quiet voice, admits: —I can't believe I said that—.
You grin, happy to have your crush exactly where you wanted him to. Your hunch proven right: yes, he loves you back. He's just insecure. Gently, you take his hands in yours. Surprised and confused, Levi watches you as you move his hands from his face and entangle your fingers with his.
—Tell me Levi...—, you feel the rush of blood run up to your pretty face, embarrassment filling your mind; but you continue determined: —What else do I need to do so you finally notice me? So you can finally understand how much I love you?—.
Leviathan's eyes widen in surprise.
—You are so cool, Levi, and so handsome, and so nice to me. I love you—, you confess. Then, you shorten the distance between you two, slowly, letting him know that you want to kiss him and yet respecting his heart, so you ask —Can we kiss?—.
Levi frees his hands from yours and place them softly on your cheeks, kissing you tenderly, almost as if you were an ethereal crystal that could break easily. You smile through his kiss and reciprocate with another when he's about to separate his lips from you.
Shortly after, with your eyes still close, you ask—Levi, how do you feel about me?—.
Finally, gathering all his strength, which surely will cost him years of his life span, he yells nervously: — I-I-I... I LOVE YOU TOO!—.
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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].
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