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Fingertips coated in wood-dust, Ryan's thumbs slid uselessly across the glass. He squinted against the burst of pain behind his eyes from the sun's reflective glare, swiping his thumb along the bottom of the screen in the general area his muscle memory dictated would give him what he wished. It took a few tries until the call accepted.
"Hello?"
A single ragged sob echoed over the line.
It's been months since either of them have seen the entity.
After a long day, Ryan receives a call.
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Naim huffed a little on the other side. “Just come around to my room when you get here. And drop your bike in the bush. My mum will fucking kill you if she sees it.”
Ryan let out a dry little laugh into his phone. “Think she’d kill me in general.”
“When the hell are you gonna leave?”
He paused for a moment. There was a rush in his chest, almost like the moment before you got too high and all you could feel was bliss. Naim missed him. No matter what his sharp little tongue said, he could hear it in his voice.
“Do you really need me that bad?”
“I’m hanging up.”or, Ryan and Naim before everything falls apart.
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- Part 2 of mary's leviticus fics
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Maybe that's what terrifies Naim more than anything. More than the entity that wears Ryan’s face. More than the feeling of being alone. More than the knowledge that there’s something else out there— something unbelievable and otherworldly like his mom had always told him.
None of that terrifies Naim as much as the idea that he might want this all any way. Want Ryan with him always. Want them to never be apart. Want him not because of everything, but in spite of it.
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Post movie ending, imagining Ryan and Naim's life together now and what comes next.
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is it love or suicide (are you the one, my ride or die) by REDRAGEOUSED
Fandoms: Leviticus (Movie 2026)
22 Jun 2026
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He wakes up, to the same consistent rumble of the bus, but at an entirely different angle. Ryan’s let him shift, all the way down, his head and the tops of his shoulders cradled against Ryan’s thighs, which, for the record, is so comfortable it kind of scares him. It feels like Ryan is an extension of Naim already, and when he blinks, slow and tired and a little confused, he can see the way Ryan presses his lips together, like he’s trying hard not to smile.
It’s too bad. Naim likes it when he smiles. Naim thinks he likes most everything that Ryan does.
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In which they make their escape, and try their fucking hardest to figure out what this means for the future -
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