#snk chapter 123

[raspiberi]

"Mikasa...what am I to you?" ✨️

Her most beloved, her most dear. You were always that man to her, Eren. 🥺

Cleaned lineart: @toukatan

Colours: me

[lightsky03]

Probably tagging Levihan's fandom had a lot of influence on the result.

I made this poll because people who casually watch snk and don't ship levihan don't believe the lollipop scene is exclusively Levihan. Personally, if this scene is really about chapter 123 I can't say for sure that it's exclusively about Hange or Levihan.

I respect that interpretation of course. I love levihan, I ship levihan. But Hange is my favorite character and I can't accept that this is the way they receive recognition for being the only character who died in the last arc to save everyone.

Honestly I wasn't able to relate Hange to the lollipop and I still don't. I think that whole theory of the official art is cute. But it's just not in me to hold on to something other than the content of the story. This is just my opinion

It was pretty tight, but I'm happy for the Levihan fandom, thanks for voting!😊

[elmundodeflor]

Hanji is like the sun. Warm, and bright and inviting.

"We should stop for now.", they suggest, as they put a pile of paper work to the side. And he can't say no. He can never say no.

They are in Marley, in one of the many rooms the Azumabito mansion has to spare. The kids have gone outside searching for Eren and they took the time to fill in some last minute reports in between. He's laying on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, arms relaxed over the backrest. Hanji stands still against the windowsill before him; their silhouette a sharp contrast to the orange-painted skies glimmering outside.

"Whatever.", he mutters. "What do you wanna do?"

They turn back to look at him; their chin held between their thumb and index finger. A sign that they are already deep in thought. A familiar expression that Levi has learnt to love over the years, too.

"Maybe put some music on?", they say. And their one good eye lights up at the idea.

Levi huffs, but gets up and makes his way to the little turntable in the corner. Onyankopon had taught them how to use it back in Paradis, not that long ago. He has to admit it's kind of fascinating, the fact that you can record any sound in the world and then play it back on. Like an echo of the soul.

"Is this okay?', he asks. He's struggling to figure out what knobs to turn and what buttons to push, but tries his best not to let it show. Hanji hums in response once the disc is already spinning along.

"It's lovely.", they nod. Music now fills in the silence, vibrates and soars through the air. They're able to recognize the striking tuning of the piano, the soft strum of the guitar in the back, even. It's magic to the ears; electricity that shakes them up in ways that feel new and entracing.

Levi watches, back from his old spot in the corner of the couch. Hanji's singing, too invested in the melody that suddenly escapes them, and he can't help but notice how tender their voice sounds. It's a beautiful sight to witness, he thinks: a spectacle for one, like poetry in motion.

They twril and turn and twist around on their heel; hips swinging, arms lifted over their head. Their cheeks glow in a faint pink, their breath falters. It's a liberating sensation, to dance loose like that, to let themselves flow free, like a streaming river that breaks wild into the ocean. Levi can't remember when was the last time he has seen them this happy.

"Oi, four eyes.", he calls, so hushed they don't even listen. And it's just like the old days. When the rage of the world still hadn't gone down on them. When there was still a flicker of hope burning fierce, tucked inside their wide curious gazes.

Hanji shakes their hips again. And Levi wants to touch them. Oh, how he wants to touch them. They had taken off their vest suit and undid the tight knot of their tie, too. Their shirt is vaguely unbuttoned, exposing the tanned skin hidden underneath every time they move. He thinks that, maybe, if he was courageous enough, he would walk over to them and put his hands on their waist. Just to see how it feels like, if only for once.

Outside, the Marleyan skies bleed fractioned into a million different colors, seeping wide through the opened windows. Hanji dances and dances, grazed by the last scraps of daylight, and Levi is completely unable to look away, deeply lost to their rhythm.

He recalls the moment he saw the sun for the first time, back when he was an unexperienced soldier and the world was new. It's a smiliar sensation to what he's feeling now, he recognizes: his heart the same syncopated pulse beating unsteady to the broad view. Hanji as shiny and out of reach as the burning blue painted infinite above his head.

He knows now, as the song reaches its climax, that Hanji most likely is the sun. And that he, irrevocably, undoubtedly, undeniably, has been blinded by their light.

"Levi!", he hears them say, and he blinks, being brought back into reality. Their hair is a brown mess splashing onto their face, wild and untamable. Their slender figure glides with agility, almost hypnotizing. "What are you looking at?"

It takes him a minute to realize he's smiling; a small tug to his lips that would have probably gone unnoticed if it wasn't that Hanji's his only witness.

"I'm not...", he blabbers, defensive. "I'm not looking at anything."

A lie. But he knows better than admitting to it. And Hanji knows when not to tease him about it, either. They can read right through his pages anyways.

"Wanna dance with me?", they offer, extending his hand to him. The next song's already playing and he can't say no. He can never say no.

Because Hanji is just like the sun, he repeats as he walks over to them. Electrifying, illuminating, nurturing. And, when nightfall tints the sky dark, he can be sure: he's holding the brightest of stars, right there between his arms.

[levihantrash]

in this lifetime (levihan fanfic)

yet another reincarnation fic (5k+ words)

Warning: R18+ contains smut -> warning reappears below

AO3 link ^_^

Summary: In this lifetime, they meet at a school garden. No one remembers what happened in Marley, much less in Paradis. No one, except for Levi and Hange.

Hange remembers their first meeting. It was a flash of light, a trick of a mirage. The flash was quick to distort him, superimposing on the calm of the moment. Another him, another Levi. Of all of Hange’s weird theories, they never share this one with Levi.

For Levi, it wasn’t their eyes that thrusted unknown memories into view. It was the sound of Hange’s voice. The first time it reached his ears, it brought a bubble of relief, one that made the back of his hairs stand. Like hearing the dead speak.

Hange remembers their first meeting. It was a flash of light, a trick of a mirage. In the empty, serene school gardens, seeing him crouched over, sticking his hand out for a cat to lick. Hange was only thinking that the cat was sitting on a bunch of rare plants they had wanted to examine that day. The only thing well-maintained in this whole school as the garden. And now this cat was sitting on a bed of flowers that only blooms every spring.

The flash was quick to distort him, superimposing on the calm of the moment. Another him, another Levi. A name they learn to grow fond of. The name they call for every occasion. A blink was unfortunately enough for the image to dissipate. An older, wearier, Levi that had been standing up, his hand stuck upwards with a cube of sugar, a hint of a smile playing on his face. Hange knew that smile was a rare one. The Levi they know today smiles a little more, and even then it is a cause for pleasant surprise—alarm for some others.

Of all of Hange’s weird theories, they never share this one with Levi.

For Levi, it wasn’t their eyes that thrusted unknown memories into view. It was the sound of Hange’s voice. The first time it reached his ears, it brought a bubble of relief, one that made the back of his hairs stand. Like hearing the dead speak. Hange, looming over him, swiftly plucking the cat from the flower bed and putting it into his arms.

“The flowers might die if it lies on them for too long.”

Over time, he gets used to their voice. His body responds with less intensity. But in the few dreams he has, or when everything is quiet, or when Hange isn’t around to fill the silence, he hears nonsensical words stream in. All spoken with Hange’s intonation. About titans, about Paradis, about comrades, and about war. The only familiar thread is the mention of Marley, the country he lives in. And it seems that that Hange was just as involved in science as the current one.

Searching up on Paradis, titans or Paradis gave him little information. Only myths and religious narratives alluding to an afterlife paradise.

In the midst of the chatter of an uncanny Hange, he would hear another version of himself. A voice that was brusquer and more burdened. This Levi responded to Hange in such a deadpan manner, another would have mistaken it as boredom, or harshness, instead of an awkward attempt at expressing solidarity.

If anything, he still has a shit sense of humour. That comforts him, somehow. Especially when Hange’s laugh rings through.

Their friendship is an unremarkable product of coincidence and convenience. On the day Hange unabashedly plucks the cat off the flattened flowers, Hange quickly learns that Levi is their classmate. Naturally, they eat their packed lunches together, courtesy of Levi’s mother, every day in the gardens. The place, often undisturbed and distant from the noise of the school grounds, becomes a haven for Levi. In the centre of a Hange moving hurriedly, careful to collect samples, tend to the plants, and test out the plants’ medicinal properties when Levi isn’t there to grunt in disagreement, there is Levi. He tells himself: the air is of a different quality. Growing up in the city of technology meant that greenery grew only out of concrete, tamed and neat, lining up roads as decorative elements. There is Levi, at the centre of Hange’s little world of nature, with his packed lunches and cat food, with the most peaceful expression they will ever capture in person. Initially, Levi imagined that the garden’s stillness would unsettle him, since the voices he hears are in constant haste. Plan A to Plan B. Plan B to Plan C. But Hange’s bustling is routine. The earth needs to make its rounds, and so does Hange.

He catches them staring at him, sometimes, with a squinted gaze. As if checking if he is really there. It makes him self-conscious, so he scowls at them, and is pleased to see them throw back their head in amusement. Two voices of laughter blend into each other, and the twang in his chest strums lightly.

In a short span of a year, Hange acquires the reputation of sneaking into labs and getting into trouble for not following the teacher’s instructions during science lab classes. Their suggestions for more novel methods of experimentation would be ignored.

“What would an Eldian know?” The teacher mutters. Levi thinks it is the memories speaking, and Hange appears to not have heard, so he buries the comment deep in the recesses of his mind. For later, he reminds himself.

In a short span of a year, Levi is recruited by a senior in school called Erwin to join the martial arts club when witnessing someone try to grab flowers off a bush. Unflinchingly, Levi twists their arm backwards. Although he doesn’t join any of the club’s competitions, his presence alone motivates the club members to train harder. Levi eventually picks up on how this was Erwin’s original intention.

Hange finds this development worthy of comment. “It’s not like you to follow someone willingly.”

A shrug tells them that Levi has nothing to add to their correct observation.

“I get it though. I feel like I would have followed him too.”

-----

A year later, the school trip to the countryside of Marley is all Hange talks about for a week.

“Imagine the different kinds of wildlife we will get to explore!”

The day before the camp, Levi pulls out a mattress from under his bed. Once again, Hange is sleeping over because their parents are working late.

Without warning, Hange wonders out loud, “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

In the beginning of their friendship, Levi doesn’t understand why Hange asks him questions when they can simply, and more easily, go to the library. Or use the search engine. What’s the point of living in a sea of readily accessible knowledge?

Over time, Levi learns (privately) that Hange asks him questions probably because they value his opinion.

“What’s reincarnation?”

“It’s the belief that after you die, you’ll come back as something else: a person, an animal, or even a spirit. Your soul transcends the mortal body’s demise.” Hange’s tone is casual, yet they don’t realise they are holding their breath awaiting his response.

Levi considers this. “What’s your point in bringing this up?”

A faint exhale is lost in the whirring of the fan.

“It just sounds like a fascinating concept.”

-----

Year 853

The blaring horn of the ship hurts Levi’s ears, sensitive even to the muffled whispers of the cadets along the corridor whenever they pass by his room.

“Ten o’clock ship to Marley! Everyone can come on board!” Practically shouting into the blowhorn, the ship attendant gestures for the last remaining passengers to hurry up.

Holding onto their brim hat to keep it from being snatched by the wind, Hange leans over the railing of the ship. They are admiring the vastness of the ocean, but Levi understands that the question is only for him.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

-----

“Earth to Levi!” Hange swats Levi’s shoulder, a tiny jolt telling them he has returned to his senses.

“You’re awfully quiet up there, even for you.”

“Fell asleep.” His answer is a sorry case of an excuse. Hange lets it go.

“Why the question?” Levi asks, as though rephrasing his curiosity will prompt another answer.

“I read about it somewhere,” Hange hedges. An obvious lie.

“Huh… Let’s sleep. Your reincarnated soul will thank you for not ruining your sleep cycle.”

“I bet my past self didn’t get enough sleep either!”

“Is that something to be proud of?”

“I bet my past self didn’t have an annoying friend nagging at them…” They sigh sleepily. Blame it on the blur of the spinning fan for having a hypnotic effect.

Levi closes his eyes. The saltiness assaulting his nostrils makes him slightly nauseous.

“You’re wrong…”

Mouth wide open in slumber, Hange doesn’t respond.

-----

Compared to the school garden, the smell of the forest brings an unprecedented joy for Levi.

“I love the smell of the forest and the sea even though I don’t go there much,” Hange admits, peering out of the window with barely contained excitement.

“Better than the toxic fumes in the city.”

The school bus rolls past more mountains, under the soft shade of gigantic foliage. Cracking open the window by a sliver, Hange leans out and breathes in.

“The smell of the trees. Isn’t it bittersweet?”

Instead of acknowledging the strange emotion Hange articulates, Levi’s head snaps to the side. The rustle of leaves and the clash of metal.

“Do you hear something?” Hange thinks he’s trying to cover up for them and continues with gusto.

“It’s the birds, Levi. Do you hear them?” There indeed, is the very ordinary chirping of birds, if one strains their ears.

Out of the corner of their eye, Hange is sure they are mistaken when they catch sight of the whizz of wires swinging people from tree to tree, effortlessly dodging the unorderly array of branches.

-----

The pit stop before the campsite had only a snack bar that sold suspiciously grey ice cream. In all seriousness, Hange asks Levi if he has money for ice cream (they spent their allowance on rocks at the last pit stop).

“What the hell is that?”

“Black sesame, my dear.” The shopkeeper says graciously with a sardonic undertone.

Just as Hange hands (Levi’s) money over to the shopkeeper, Levi catches the wrist of a small child, ready to fish out Hange’s (empty) wallet from their back pocket.

“That’s not yours.”

The child’s face pales as a small crowd gathers, almost vindictively awaiting their punishment. Feeling the presence of a spectatorship dims Levi’s annoyance, as his grip loosens.

“Isn’t the kid one of those Eldians? They’ll even steal from a couple of students… Disgraceful.”

“Who said he was a pickpocket?” Levi asks, glowering at the group.

Before long, his head begins throbbing as he overhears the crowd’s hunger for vengeance. Their words lack context, angered taunts that lack rootedness in his current reality.

“If we don’t set an example by punishing him… It’ll be a problem for all of us merchants making a living here.”

“Who knows. If he’s an exiled immigrant, he might even be one of those subjects of Ymir!”

“This is why countries around the world have been running blood tests for years. I couldn’t sleep at night with devil blood tainting our community.”

Blocking out the excess commentary with sheer willpower, Levi lifts the child with one swift motion, catching Hange’s attention with one knowing glance.

“Let’s go.”

Hange’s vision blurs when Levi lifts the child up. Older Levi reappears, wearing a brim hat, dressed up in suit and tie, completely solemn. Younger faces, positively anxious, stand behind him. Levi takes in the taunting—Hange hears nothing, only the atmosphere of foreboding. A silent film, as the crowd spits on the trembling boy. Levi is impassive. Somehow, Hange isn’t too worried. They will escape, for now.

“I said let’s go!” Hange feels their hand being pulled as they run on instinct. The shouting behind them fades. Levi gingerly puts the child back onto the ground. Panting heavily, Hange tries to adjust their ponytail, only to be interrupted by a tightened grip. Only by staring at their hand did Hange finally feel his trembling fingers holding onto theirs. They squeeze back.

The money Hange didn’t get to use to pay for the ice cream is stuffed into the child’s pocket.

“Isn’t that from your mom for emergencies?” Hange teases.

“This counts.”

The child hasn’t said a word, though they look almost sheepish now.

“Go home,” Hange beckons. The child runs, turning back once to wave back.

Levi notices they are still holding hands. They amble back to the campsite, not saying anything more about the incident. It turns out that everyone else is preoccupied by the horses grazing nearby, nosing their way through grass.

“Do you know our ancestors used to ride horses?” Hange exclaims animatedly.

Levi lets go of their hand and strokes the head of a horse. The picture is familiar enough to make Hange lose their balance, landing squarely on their backside.

“Seems like I can’t do without your help,” Hange jokes, as Levi automatically extends a hand for them to get back up, concern evident. Levi’s palm is warm, soothing and it fits in theirs with a simplicity that frightens Hange.

“I wonder if our ancestors ever saw cars…” Hange continues, watching the pendulum swish of the horses’ tails.

“What? You think they’ll feed them carrots?”

Hange’s face reveals their surprise. Levi curses himself internally for drawing on the voices in his head. Thankfully, Hange laughs it off.

“I suppose I would!”

-----

During the campfire session, a teacher, out of the blue, explains that the students may feel some hostility from people in the area who suspect they are Eldians. A mild look of disdain crosses the teacher’s features.

“Your ancestors were the island devils after all. Behave.”

Hange snorts. Loudly. Deliberately. Levi barely resists the urge to clap.

“We know nothing about our ancestors. There is no archive, no history, nothing! How are we supposed to know anything? Only that some people hate us for what our ancestors did—which we don’t know what, exactly—hundreds of years ago.” Hange whispers angrily to Levi, whose only mode of consolation is an affirmative nod.

“Do you think… there was another life we were meant to live?”

Levi thinks about a life without Hange. A terrible idea, because just the prospect of it digs into his heart like a dull blade.

“We?”

Hange acts like it is obvious. “Of course!”

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Year 853 (R18 smut warning)

The corridor is awfully quiet. Unsettled by the absence of the usual bickering brought about by the kids, Levi shakes a groggy Hange awake. Startled, they find the nearest weapon, which happens to be Levi’s forearm.

“Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha. They’re missing,” he states efficiently. Hange hurries to find their coat, stumbling around in half-wakefulness. Levi has half the mind to urge Hange back to sleep. He helps Hange into their coat instead, adjusting the collar, untucking the hair caught inside. Fingers brush against the coolness of their nape. Hange shivers.

Together with Onyankopon, they spot a conspicuous party happening in the tents accompanied by drunken cheering. The kids were sprawled on the floor, some vomiting, others hugging the locals, and the rest fast asleep.

“We should get them home,” Hange says softly, not at all mad at them for sneaking out. The one who pickpocketed Sasha’s wallet—Ramzi—pulls at Hange’s sleeve, a cup in hand. Patting his head in thanks, Levi feels the hesitation right before Hange takes a huge swig, wiping the back of their mouth with their sleeve. Misunderstanding Levi’s measured stare, Ramzi hands him cup too, which is begrudgingly accepted. Onyankopon reappears, already red in the face with alcohol. Instantly supporting Onyankopon's weight with one arm, Hange guides him to the nearest chair. In these moments, Levi forgets the easy way they take care of others.

The evening trudges on into night. The kids have no intention nor the ability to leave, and Hange decides they can all relax for one night. Levi has no qualms. His cup stays full.

“Levi.” Hange hums his name, settling into the buzz of the alcohol. Cross-legged on the makeshift carpeted floor, they tilt their head, as though seeing him for the first time.

“Hmm?”

“The moon.” Perfectly round. A necessary illumination.

“It reminds me of you.”

Before Levi gets a chance to insert a question, a remark, anything, Hange interjects. “It’s beautiful.”

You’re beautiful, Hange thinks. The moon, unfailing, somewhere in the dark sky.

“Candles can extinguish. Oil lamps run out. Even light bulbs can burn out.”

“I’m not invincible,” Levi corrects them.

“You’re not. Still more so than the rest of us.”

“Hange… What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I’d like a few more nights with the moon.”

The grin on their face droops at the corners, so Levi smoothens the effort out with the surface of his thumb.

“You say a lot of shit when you’re intoxicated.” Levi is certain Hange didn’t even drink beyond the first sip.

“Do you think… there was another life we were meant to live?”

“Yeah, without this stupid war to worry about that may kill us all.”

Hange laughs. He hasn’t heard that in a while, even if it is a bitter one.

“Four eyes.” The nickname makes Hange want to down the alcohol so that it burns their ears.

“You’re the sun. You’re relentless in your pursuit, you burn with passion, and the moon reflects you.” Hange finds this declaration so straightforward that they have to deflect it.

“And I’m hot as hell?” Hange’s eyes are bright, their grin now genuine.

Ignoring their ill-timed banter, his nose bumps into theirs, his eyes fierce. Hange realises that he has gotten out of his seat, squatting in front of them.

“We were meant to live this life.”

Cradling his head in their hands, Hange wonders why it took them so damn long. To have the face of the moon at their fingertips. To have the moon recreated into Levi, whose breaths fog up their glasses. When his mouth presses against theirs, first tentative, they deepen it immediately. A guttural groan is released from them and Levi trembles with unfounded need. A push and Levi’s back is on the ground, lips red and used. His eyes trail over Hange’s body, the flush in their cheeks and the rising and falling of their chest. Hange, with the little self-control they have to not consume his entire mouth, kisses his forehead instead. When he nips at their neck, they grasp his knuckles, kissing the back of them tenderly.

Hange wants to tease him, asking him, aren’t you the sun? Burning with such desire? No, that’s too cruel. Their own stomach curdles as they put an emergency stop to their desires. Levi blinks, trying to shutter the desire out of his system. It is impossible. It is far too late. They can only delay the crash of pent-up stress and the imperative merging of their bodies. Vexing as it is to cater to their responsibilities, he can at least envision Hange, wet and wanting, on his bed. The bed where they had spent nights sprawled on, limp with exhaustion.

Hange, later, soon, sprawled on it, naked, sweaty, as he pumps into them, as he rubs their clit with their own juices, urging them to new heights. Only the sound of smooth friction and barely contained moans of pleasures in the bareness of a room, far away from home. A new country, a new experience, as he makes sure Hange screams into the pillow, their ass up in the air, coming so hard that their walls clench into him, twitching as he, replacing the watchful moon with the relentless fuck of the sun. The moon who had been turning his gaze away from every hike of the shirt, nonchalantly ignoring the times when their pants slip down and their underwear peeks through. When their lips touch the tip of their ears in an enthused whisper. With decency and quiet guilt, he has, and has always been enamoured by Hange. As a friend, as a comrade, and now, as a lover. And finally, finally, he releases his own, tensing up and collapsing onto Hange’s back. The hot burst of Levi’s load, the grip he had on their waist, and the dancing circles he rhythmically gives their clit lights a fire in their cunt. They thrust weakly, deliriously, letting his heat fill them as they shake from their subsequent orgasm.

Kissing their shoulder blades slowly, Levi slips his cock out, heavy and sticky. He flips them over with renewed energy, capturing the folds of their cunt, sucking them, licking them, inhaling the scent of their arousal with a kind of incoherent surrender. Hange begs, calling his name, shouting his name, as he laps and swirls their juices, until they see only the stars of the night sky, hips in an uncontrollable frenzy as he hoists their legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide, with their cunt glistening. He forces his tongue in, pressure upon pressure around their clit, which, though sensitive, throbs in neglect. Occasionally, he licks their asshole, making their toes curl further. In between hard and teasing pressure, Hange throatily gasps, their entire body convulsing in freeze-frame, squirting a jet of transparent cum onto his face. Levi swallows it all in dirty, hungry slurps. He relishes Hange like this, with a lopsided grin, limbs limp with exertion, wetness trickling out of their sex, drenching the sheets with evidence of their passion.

Recovering quickly, Hange has another idea.

A vibrating strap-on. A purchase which Hange had bought to fuck themselves with, dreaming of another body.

This time, Hange is the one who has Levi on all fours, elbows on the bed, face flat on the pillow. Their asshole all lubed up, already clenching around nothing as Hange spreads the remaining lube with his precum on his hardening cock.

“Are you ready?” Hange’s voice is velvety, with an air of assertiveness. Levi feels himself sink into it, nodding, trusting them wholly.

When the toy enters, cold at first, stretching him out, he feels himself leaking, his cock fully erect, flapping helplessly against his stomach. Easing into his asshole, Hange sighs, turning on the vibration to stimulate their clit, feeling their cunt watering from the sensation again.

Then they begin thrusting. Levi lets out a strangled moan. Hange, Hange, Hange. Their name bubbles over his tongue, as the smooth plastic cock hits the area that makes him fist the sheets, crying, yes, right there, please. The vibrations make Hange’s thighs taut, but they continue sliding in and out of him, drawing out moans into mindless blubbering. They hold the tip of their cock as he positively tenses in anticipation.

“Can you last for a while longer?” It is a simple request. Overwhelmed with their hand stroking his cock, with their other cock penetrating him endlessly in slick, deliberate slaps, Levi tries. He holds it back, edging to the brink of an explosion. Hange enjoys the view for a brief second—Levi, drenched in his own precum and sweat, being fucked by their cock. The pleasure they could both have from complete relinquishing of control. Just the full concentration of fucking and being fucked.

When Hange is close to their own orgasm, they lick his ear and let go of his cock. A whimper of longing escapes from his lips. In a hushed murmur, they ask him to come for them, untouched. He lets go, completely, in a manner that he has never done so in his life. Not for a minute had he been relaxed in this existence, and yet, here, he is allowed to come with an abandon. With one hard thrust, Hange’s cock connects with a sweet spot that makes Levi boneless, his cock shooting out white cum, all over his stomach, landing across his face and the tips of his fringe. Through his orgasm, Hange continues thrusting, and in the middle of his intense orgasm, fondles his shaft with a few hard strokes, forcing out another stream of cum. A quiet gasp is uttered as they feel their own orgasm hit the peak; the cum that stream down their legs is the belated sign. Hange unstraps the cock, throwing it to the side before flopping down by his side. A kiss on his nose, his mouth, still half-open, licking his neck so that he quivers again, immersed in the mellow afterglow.

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Levi wakes up, the front of his pants stained. A wet dream? All attempts to recall lead to the sounds that trickle back to memory. Obscene, passionate sounds form a tent in his pants because he knows that it is him—some other part of him—that was able to make Hange moan like that. And a smaller part of him, knows Hange is similarly, effortlessly, able get him to choke out noises like that.

Shaking his head, he hunts for the tissues in his bag, and is about to clean himself up when the tent entrance zips open unceremoniously.

“Hey Levi—” Levi, having just removed his pants, turns a shade of red that makes Hange chuckle.

“Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting,” Hange says, graciously avoiding eye contact with anything below chest level.

“Shut up,” Levi snaps, pulling back up his pants.

To his horror, a thrill burns in his belly as Hange zips the tent shut behind them. “It’s natural right, to masturbate?”

“I never said it wasn’t.” He lies down so that he won’t have to face the embarrassment of perceiving Hange’s reaction.

“What dream did you have? I bet it was really hot!” Their eyes flicker down once, biting their lip unconsciously. Levi is too busy crossing and recrossing his legs to notice.

“Will you shut up?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Hange says cheerfully, sitting further away from Levi than usual.

A momentary flash of an image causes their arms to go slack. They crawl back towards him, closing the distance.

“Why are you injured?” Their hands trace the outline of bandages that feel too real under their touch. Letting their fingers linger carelessly on his shoulder. The air of jest is lost in Hange’s wide-eyed worry.

Levi checks his own face, feeling only the bumps of mosquitoes that feasted last night.

“What do you mean?”

“Your eye—it’s missing.” Only more confused, Levi hears another Hange, consolatory.

“Maybe we should just live here together. Right… Levi?” Levi wants to nod, but his head is awfully stubborn, unmovable and useless.

“If we keep… running and hiding… what will that get us?” Levi wants to ask—why are they running? Who are they hiding from? Why does Hange want them to live together?

“Oh. So you heard me talking to myself…” Hange’s flustered voice would have been entertaining in another situation. Not now, in their melancholy.

He hears himself, low and feeble. “I know you… you won’t be able to stay out of action.”

“Yeah… That’s right. I can’t.” Hange’s fluster turns decisive.

Being enveloped in a hug is an unfamiliar thing for Levi. His mother mostly ruffles the hair on his head, and packs her love into her meals for him.

“You heard me, didn’t you?”

“Of course I can hear you,” he says, tucking his chin into the crook of Hange’s neck. The arms wrapped around him are tight, secure, urgent.

“No, I mean past me.”

“That question… about having another life we were meant to live.” He pauses, suddenly nervous.

Hange is uncharacteristically reserved. Even having released him from their spontaneous hug, their hands remain on his lap. Making sure he is with them. His hands automatically cover theirs, a gesture so mundane and comforting it moves Hange close to tears.

“I hear you. All the time.”

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Year 853

“Did you find out what we were looking for?”

“Do you think in another life… I would’ve found the answer?”

Levi is aware of Hange’s burgeoning doubt, their despair, their hopefulness. Keeping all of that in mind, he chooses his words carefully.

“I don’t think you’ll stop until you do.” On weary evenings when Hange wordlessly sits on the edge of his bed, downtrodden, he wishes to erase the duty of humanity’s troubles that they inadvertently took up. As much as he can offer counsel, attend to the cracks that surface; it is Hange that must negotiate for peace for Paradis as a country. It is Hange’s optimism and drive that fuels the rest of them. It is their leadership everyone relies on. And it is their companionship that he selfishly holds on to.

-----

Sometimes in life you need to suspend reality.

Other times, you need to suspend delusion.

The duo are content to suspend both, in favour of the messy middle ground. Across lifetimes, reality and delusion are crucial—to be grounded when thrown into chaos, to pretend that it is all okay when the world is stomped out—because without either, the imaginary in-between would cease to bridge their past and present.

“If there’s something we don’t know, let’s find out!”

“It sounds like a good line, right? I don’t know where it came from,” Hange scratches the back of their head, smiling wryly.

Levi smiles back. A pained, nostalgic one.

“It came from you.”

Reincarnation was no silly game; Hange is certain that it is a calling. A spirit that has not been put to rest, pacing around, scouring for a solution. Combining Levi’s knowledge and theirs, Hange crafts a hypothesis around their Eldian ancestry. It involves a buried history of discrimination—a hushed one where the adults will likely offer no material. According to Hange, history will only repeat itself; a tree cut down in a cycle of hate will only root its seeds elsewhere.

A plane rumbles past.

“Do you think our ancestors ever flew a plane?”

Distracted, Levi can only wistfully follow the plane’s path. The new and final memory is one they have never seen before. It depicts Levi on a wheelchair, watching the sky. The newspaper balances precariously on one knee, forgotten. Grief that pools in one blinking eye touches Hange’s core, as they once again forget that it is a memory and caress the side of his face. In that lifetime, Hange understands they are gone. With the plane, they are far away, away from Levi, away from the world. Dead, to be exact.

In this lifetime, Hange doesn’t ask him to let them go. They don’t need to sacrifice their life. They don’t need to suffer.

One can never be too safe, so Levi takes the liberty to remind them.

“Don’t ever dedicate your heart,” he warns them.

“Huh? What an odd phrase… Do you think I’ll propose to you like that?” Hange speculates, hand on mouth in mock bashfulness.

In this lifetime, Hange is glad they are alive. So, they resolve to do everything they can to salvage past mistakes.

First off, Hange addresses a tiny, inconsequential mistake in the grand scheme of humanity. But a mistake that confirms their humanity, nonetheless.

Hange points back to the forest behind them. “We should just live there together.” No perhaps. No maybes.

Taking hold of Hange’s ponytail with practised precision, Levi turns their head away from the forest, away from the plane, and keeps their attention on him.

“I know you can’t stay out of action.”

“You’re right. I can’t.”

“I’ll come with you. To the forest. To the plane. To wherever Paradis is.”

In this lifetime, Levi doesn’t make the same mistake of letting go.

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AO3 link ^_^

[momtaku]

Ch 123 anon again! Oh, shit. Did you receive my first ask? I was using my browser D: I'm sure the 2nd one has been sent! But in case you didn't, I was actually asking about if you have any gut feeling/reliable news on why ch 123 is being moved on the anime? I saw the said news before and I thought it's just a bluff but with the previews this ep, I'm not so sure :0 anyway, I've been away from the fandom post-ending so really have no single clue and what's cookin'. Thank you mom!!

I did get your messages! Let me first explain for those who don't follow anime news closely. Chapter 123 is the flashback to the Survey Corps' time in Marley, covering ice cream, cars, Levi saving Ramsey from the mob, and most importantly, Eren's "What am I to you?" question to Mikasa. At present, this chapter is MIA from all text and spoiler leaks, including chapter titles. It's left many to wonder what's up.

I asked a friend who follows the anime closely. He said the assumption right now is that 123 is going to be merged with some of the content of 131, since that chapter also involved Eren's perspective of the Survey Corps' trip to Marley. Since 131 is the chapter many of us think will end this anime season, I personally feel like part of 123 will bleed into the potential (now probable?) movie conclusion.

The sad tl;dr is that we'll be waiting many more weeks to see Levi and Hange in their suits and Mikasa enjoying ice cream for the first time.

Thanks for the ask! I hope this helps,

[super-peace-fangirl]

Jean Kirstein as a fierce soldier :)

Jean Kirstein as a drunken retard >:)

You're welcome :))

[jangrychild]

The Promise

I couldn’t help but think about that night as the world crumbled into pieces. This memory was the only thing that gave me hope that maybe one day our lives would turn back to normal. But another feeling also told me it would never be the same again.

***

I was lying down on my side surrounded by darkness and silence. My head felt dizzy from those strange drinks. As my eyes got used to the dark I saw Eren lying on his back next to me. Moonlight was shining through the cracks of the tent. I could see he wasn’t sleeping. He was staring at the ceiling. A warm and fuzzy feeling washed over me, I realized how wonderful it was to wake up next to him.

Somehow Eren must’ve noticed I was awake because he suddenly looked at me, his green, moonlit eyes glowing. “Mikasa, do you want to know what my answer would be?”, he whispered firmly. At first I didn’t understand what he was getting at. “What... what do you mean?”, I asked confused but as soon as the words left my mouth I already knew what he meant. I remembered our conversation earlier tonight and the answer I’d given him. I regretted every minute of it.

“Do you want to know what you are to me?” he asked me again a little impatient. I could see his concerned facial expression, the way his eyebrows furrowed, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes focused on me. It’s like he was looking right through me. I could only nod silently while trying to keep my frenzied heart inside of my chest. Before he spoke, Eren seemed to struggle to find the courage. He took my hand, his eyes still pierced on mine.

“You are my life. You are the reason I want to live in this horrible world”, Eren said determinedly, “This time I have to protect you, Mikasa.” I was utterly and completely blown away. With my mouth agape I stared at him. He swiftly pushed himself closer to me, our bodies touching. He put his arm around me and pulled me even closer. I gasped for air as the tears streamed down my face. This was the moment I had dreamt of, Eren finally rewarding me instead of punishing me for wantint to be close to him. I pressed my face further against his firm chest. Eren’s muscular arms were wrapped around me like a blanket, a blanket wanted to lie under forever.

“Mikasa, please forgive me. Please, know that I love you”, he whispered quietly, kissing my head. I wanted to respond, I wanted to say something. But I couldn't move, I was frozen in time,  I could only feel his beautiful, solid body against mine, his warmth making me sweat. Eren gently caressed the back of my head with his fingers while the tears kept on flowing down my cheeks. Like a little baby, I thought. Why was I crying like a child? Then it hit me, what I already knew, that one thought that never left my side. We would never be so close to each other again.  We both knew that this was the beginning of the end.

For what felt like an eternity we’d lie there on the ground of the tent, holding each other. I could hear his rapid heartbeat, his calm but shallow breathing. With one hand I tightly held his hand, afraid it’d slip away. My other hand was in his hair, brushing through it, trying to remember how every single hair felt like.  I could smell his sweet scent. I remember thinking; this man would die for me just as I would die for him. I looked up at his face, his lips were so close. The defeated look on his face broke my heart. “Eren, you are more to me than family. You are everything to me..”, I admitted with a shaking voice. I was scared. Horrified of this feeling. Eren’s expression softened, like a big weight was lifted off his shoulders. I wanted to say more but before I could say something his lips eagerly met mine and I melted into his arms. Our lips hungrily crashed into each other like our lives depended on it. “I will fight for you until my last breath”, Eren breathed into me. “Please, say you’ll forgive me for the things I must do”’ he panted, trying not to break our lips apart. “I.. I really don’t have a choice”, he begged me.  “I’ll forgive you Eren. I promise.”, I answered, pushing myself onto his burning lips, not yet realizing what this promise meant.

We separated our bodies with heavy hearts. I deliberately put my head next to his and my hand on his shoulder, just to hold him one last time.

[snkpolls]

SnK Chapter 123 Poll

The Survey Corps gets a look at the world outside the walls in this largely flashback chapter of their time in Marley. Share your thoughts on Chapter 123, Island Devils

Take the Poll

(to see previous responses, click here)

[kamiyazaki]

I’m gonna talk about Levi Ackerman wearing a suit for the rest of my life

[falcon94ssy]

When there’re still no leaks of the new Snk chapter despite it is 6th of the month already:

[tamiyne]

yo chapter 123 was bomb...!

[momtaku]

My bad if you’ve been asked this before, but do you see a good ending for Eremika? I’m not a shipper, not particularly interested in that part of the fandom for SNK but I am curious now. It’s a big ship and clearly Mikasa has romantic feelings for Eren. I, personally, can’t see them ending up together after recent chapters. I’m actually not sure if I’d even want them to end up together after all this TBH. Do you have any thoughts on this?

Eren has feelings for Mikasa as well. The fact that he went to big bro Zeke to try to clarify their relationship after not getting the answer he wanted when he asked her in 123 “What am I to you?” makes that much obvious. I guess sorting through messy feelings when you are about to betray the people you love is very inconvenient.

There is no ending up together for anyone with Eren. Eren has burned every ounce of his humanity and goodwill at this point. The best any of these characters might get with Eren is the sense of closure that he’s done his best to deny them. With kid Eren making an appearance in PATHS, maybe that’s how they’ll get it. 

Thanks for the ask!

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

This was so sweet

Can you pick me up like that too, heichou?

[super-peace-fangirl]

THIS IS THE CUTEST AND PUREST THING I’VE SEEN IN MY LIFE!!!

[spicypeace]

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Kyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :’’o

[knives-and-narcissi]

Well.

I honestly cannot wait to see his expression animated.

Yams, you are the gift that keeps on giving.