My favorite levi trope is that he loves cats because i love cats and i love people being nice to cats and feeding them.
The vet nurse was cute.
He wore scrubs covered in colourful little cartoon animals
and his sneakers were lime green. He cradled cats with both arms, staring deep
into their eyes as he carried a one-sided conversation with all the gravity and
solemnity of a conversation between adults. He didn’t make his voice higher or
speak adorable nonsense. He picked them up and asked them, by name, how they
were feeling. He nodded, his sombre expression made more so by the frown that
would crease his brow.
“I heard, Grandpa, you had another belly ache.”
Grandpa slowly reached up one paw and placed it gently on ‘My
Name Is Levi!’s chin. The vet nurse nodded, thin lips puckered in thought.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Levi looked at Eren and it was amazing how his expression didn’t
exactly change but there was something else that shifted in his countenance.
Something that went from the subtle familiarity with which he handled Grandpa
to a sort of deadpan surprise.
“You’re not Mikasa.”
“No, um.” Eren wrung his beanie in his hands. “She’s on
vacation. I’m pet-sitting.” He looked nervously at Grandpa who had his paws curled
against his chest. He looked at Eren almost accusingly with big yellow eyes.
You did this to me, they seemed to say. There will be a reckoning.
“What happened.” Levi didn’t pose it like a question. He said
it like it didn’t matter; he wouldn’t believe whatever nonsense Eren came up
with anyway, he’d figure it out soon enough. He said it like he was on Grandpa’s
side already. Eren felt ridiculous. More than the early drive to the vet and
Mikasa’s inevitable wrath, he resented Grandpa for making the cute vet nurse
look at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot.
“He’s an indoor cat—“
“Right.” Eren looked down at his feet. Levi’s stare was
unwavering. “He ran out last night while I was putting out the garbage. I think
he ate something weird.”
The vet nurse sighed. He shook Grandpa a little in his arms.
A gentle reprimand.
“You, sir, know better.”
“I’m sorry. God, Mikasa is going to kill me.”
“This happens more often than you think,” Levi said. He
looked up at Eren with an arched eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”
Eren looked at him, startled by the bluntness.
“No, I’m single.”
Levi’s eyes widened and Eren only then realised his mistake.
“Ah!” They stared at each other, Eren in mortification and
Levi in shock. “Ah! No! Yes – I mean no! She’s my sister!”
Eren felt him shrink in on himself. The butterflies in his
belly turned into a flight of kamikaze’s plummeting devastatingly into his gut.
Then Levi smiled.
Just a faint upward tilt to the corner of his lips. His eyes
were laughing, though, and now he was actually looking at Eren properly.
“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s mentioned you before.”
“…Really?” To her vet nurse? “Why?”
Levi looked down at Grandpa and Eren had the nagging suspicion
he was avoiding Eren’s eye.
“You should ask her.”
“You scheming cow.”
“Hi, Eren,” Mikasa’s tinny voice said sweetly through the receiver. “The holiday’s going great, thanks for asking! How
“I panicked! I thought I’d killed Grandpa!”
“Arsenic couldn’t kill that dumb cat. He’s just a dramatic
old shit who’s just senile enough to enjoy visiting the vet. Did you meet Levi?”
And Eren could tell by the smug edge to her tone she knew everything already.
“I hate you. I’m never cat-sitting again. That was
mortifying, I’ll never live this down.”
visibility is more than people knowing the definitions of your labels
visibility is often beyond your control! being visible for many LGBT people, especially nonwhite LGBT people, means being at higher risk for homophobic and transphobic violence. seeing yourself in the media does not always translate into education or tolerance. people Knowing What You Are does not mean that they’ll let you exist as you are in safety.