#levi x nb!hange

[youre-ackermine]

i'm here requesting drabble 21 of the drunk drabbles vol 2, my eVal!! take all the time you need, please and thank you ♥️🤗 can't wait to read more stuff from you 👏🏻

Hey Sunshine ☀️❤️

Thank you for requesting a drabble & sorry for the late reply!!

I had fun writing this, even if I made it more difficult for me: i'm trying to write a whole story with this Drunk Drabbles challenge.

I hope this silly work is worth the wait & that you'll enjoy it 🫶

Kith 😘

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is the 3rd part of a story. Links to part 1 Dumbstruck & part 2 Night Out.

Drabble prompt 21 "Shut up, you're drunk!"

Flushing

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Nanaba

Wordcount: 1920 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / cussing / alcohol / drunkenness / vomiting

"How come you haven't tripped & died under a pile of shit yet?"

Levi was winding his way to Hange's bathroom while they searched the wobbling shelf next to their desk. 

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The room was filled with stale air. The tiling had obviously not seen a mop in ages judging by how sticky it was. Dirty dishes had been left in the sink and stained clothes were slung all over the place. Countless books were randomly piled up on the floor and on the coffee table next to what had once been food - or so he hoped.

Hange's tiny apartment was an absolute nightmare and he wondered how they could live in such a pigsty. He broke into a cold sweat thinking about using their toilet but he couldn't wait any longer. Fucking beer always made him pee like crazy.

"Did you know that when we wee, we wee enough wee every month to fill a bath?! Awesome! Right, Shorty?"

Hange's boisterous voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh and, spread across their lifetime, most people spend an average of one whole year sitting on the toilet!"

He rolled his eyes as expected of him, but he couldn't help but smirk at the silly science facts they never failed to slip into the conversation.

"Pipe down, Four-Eyes! I'm gonna pee my pants listening to your stupid bullshit!"

He hurried to the bathroom, pushed and closed the door in a brisk movement, but suddenly froze and let out an annoyed grunt realizing he couldn't lock it.

He glanced around only to find his worst fears come true: the bathroom set out an advanced stage of filthiness and the toilet bowl was covered in brown stains, not to mention the traces of black mold on the walls. Yuck! Calling it revolting was an understatement at this point.

Shit! No time to delay now, he had to settle for that. He unbuckled his belt in a hurry and pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion.

Nothing could compare to the relief he felt right now, his eyelids half-closed with satisfaction.

The job was almost done when the clatter broke next door. Someone wasn't careful enough not to stumble over Hange's junk heap it seemed.

A high-pitched voice suddenly cut through the uproar.

"Hans! Bestie! You heeere? Wh-why? Whot happen't wizch the s-seggzy sh-short stufff? Wh-where'z he iz?"

Hange's neighbour, Nanaba.

"Holy Walls, Nans! Shut up, you're drunk!" Hange replied in a voice tinged with panic. They hoped Levi didn't hear their friend's ramblings. "Don't go to the bathroom, it's…"

"Need a con-" the blonde yelled. "How d'ya say it? Sh-sh-shit!" she mumbled. "A condom!" she resumed yelling more intelligibly. "I need a fucking condom right now!"

"...occupied!" Hange finished their sentence.

A bit too late though: Nanaba just opened the bathroom door.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened in shock. "He…he'zz heere Hans, ya know?" she squealed over her shoulder, one hand still on the doorknob, the other gripping the doorframe to prevent herself from falling down.

Levi was looking back at her, his hands covered in foaming soap over the washbasin and a smug plastered on his handsome face.

"Good evening to you too, Nana!" he sneered. "Big one tonight, huh? Looks like you dished booze out large, didn't you?"

"Hi Munchkin!" she cooed, "ya alone in heere? Yer sssooo prrre-tty, ya know zzatt?"

She tried to wink at him but closed both eyes instead.

"Never thought you were the flirty type of drunk, Nana."

"Don-don't be ridi-ridiculush! 'm not that drunk, ya know! 'lways found ya prett-tty face sssooo cute, ya know, but Hans, well, ya know right?"

"Holy shit you're so hammered, Nana!" Levi rinsed the soap off his hands and looked around for a towel to wipe his dripping hands. To his dismay, there was none. 

Nanaba's legs suddenly gave way beneath her and two strong - but still wet - hands pulled her to safety on the toilet seat. She bobbed her head and started to sob.

"Oh Levi, 'm sssooo sssooorrry! I ruined your da-date wizzss Hans! Ooooh my head!" 

Tears welled up in her eyes and she clung on to Levi for dear life. Fuck! 

"Come over here, Four-Eyes!" he shouted. "Need your help for fuck's sake!"

He kneeled in front of the poor girl, wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks and swept her blonde bang from her sweaty face. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Please don't move Nana, ok?" he said softly.

He got up, making sure to keep a hand on her shoulder, and groped for some painkillers in the cupboard.

"Bring a clean glass too, Four-Eyes!" he yelled. "Well, if you can find one in this shithole I mean!"

Nanaba burst into tears and uttered in between sobs: "ya know they 've a crrrush, right? 'lways had, ya know? 'm speak'n' of years 'n years!"

Shit! Levi was confused and a little bit angry to hear that. He started to review all possible candidates in his head and his disappointment gradually showed on his sad face.

Nanaba instantly figured out what was on his mind and added in a breath "I meant ya, Sweetie! Hans'z got a crrrush 'n ya!"

She giggled.

Levi felt a sudden heat rushing up to his face and ears, his heart skipping a beat and then pounding loudly in his chest, his mouth drying as he tried to gulp.

He took a deep breath to try and regain composure.

"Yer zzze cu-test cutie pie, all flust'ed 'n' shiiitt!" she said with a gentle smile that was soon covered by her hand, her eyes widened in silent panic. "Gonna puke!" she blurted out as she slightly leaned forward to try and get up.

Unfortunately, she had not time enough to turn to the toilet and painted Levi's clothes with a foul greenish liquid before he could escape the vomit trajectory.

That's when Hange finally hurried into the bathroom, a glass of water in one hand, the fingers of the other hand folded on what looked like a tiny piece of plastic.

"Nooo! I'm so so sorry Shorty! Nanaba threw up all over you!" they apologized.

"No shit, Four-Eyes!" Levi deadpanned, rolling his eyes in irritation. "Pass Nana the glass of water and try and find a fucking mop!"

"On it, Shorty! I think I have one somewhere…" they replied.

Hange ran out of the bathroom. Levi and Nanaba could hear them searching the main room, cursing every once in a while as they bumped into a piece of furniture or dropped something from their messy shit.

Unbelievable.

Levi stepped back and started to take off his wet shirt, wrinkling his nose at the stomach-churning smell. Luckily his pants had been spared but the shirt was definitely ruined. He let out a long sigh as he crumpled it into a ball and looked at Nanaba.

She was drinking water slowly not to gag, her eyes and nose reddened, tiredness showing on her pale face. She looked back at him and smiled faintly.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me, Levi," she said, almost in a whisper.

Getting rid of her stomach contents had brought her usual elocution back. "You're so sweet, Shortcakes, you know that? No wonder Hange's so in lo-".

All messy hair and sweaty face, Hange loudly barged into the bathroom before Nanaba could finish her sentence, brandishing a broom and a sullied floor cloth.

"Got it!" they beamed.

Stopped in their tracks by the awkward atmosphere filling the narrow place, their look went back and forth from Nanaba's dazed expression to Levi's flushed face a few times before their eyes lingered on Levi's bare chest, making him flush even harder and avert his gaze.

Nanaba cleared her throat.

"Ahem, well, this is not what you…" she started.

Hange didn't let her finish.

"Sorry to interrupt but here's stuff to clean the mess or whatever…" she said, handing said stuff over to Levi with a grin. "I still didn't find all of my lab notes, I have to rummage in my drawers a little more I'm afraid!" 

Grasping the mop and bucket from them, he stammered: "whe-wher-...my…my sh-shirt's soaking wet and stinks like hell's butt…d'you…do…do you…where…"

Fucking hell! He felt so stupid!

"Plastic bags in the drawer over there, Shorty!" They gestured casually towards the washbasin.

"Come on with me, Nans! We're putting you to bed, you must be exhausted Bestie, right?"

They gently took Nanaba's hand and dragged her out of the bathroom.

"You take my bed for the night! No no no don't argue with me! We planned that I sleep over at Levi's anyway, I must be at my lab early in the morning!" they added in a falsely cheerful tone that fooled no one.

Nanaba knew better than to protest and followed her best friend to their tiny, cluttered bedroom. She jumped on the mattress and slid under sullied sheets that had not seen the inside of a washing machine for some time. But she was too tired to even care.

As Hange leaned down to tuck her in and gently graze her forehead, Nanaba wrapped her fingers around their wrist to catch their attention.

"Hey, Hans!" she whispered. "You mad? Your smile shouts 'fake' so loud it's ridiculous and you look like shit!"

"Well…I'm not mad, not really… rather…sad I guess…"

They sat on the edge of the bed, bowed their head in a dejected manner, their joined hands resting on their lap. 

"But don't even think about me, you must take some rest!" they insisted.

"Ok, something's wrong here, you must listen to me! Nothing happened over there between us, ya know?! Shortcakes just took care of me and got rid of his stinky shirt after that, that's all!" she stated lively.

Hange looked up at her, their eyes lit up with a hint of hope.

After a pause, their roommate bowed her head and tentatively went on: "I…I may have screwed up…I'm…I'm sorry, I…I may have told Levi you like him."

"Holy shit, Nans! You what??" Hange blurted out. "Why did you do that? I thought we were friends, I trusted you! You were not supposed to tell him! Or anyone else by the way!"

They grazed their hand over their face, pinched the bridge of their nose and let out a long sigh.

"How am I supposed to spend the rest of the evening with Shorty as if nothing weird is hanging over us? Fuck! I'm so fucked!"

"Please, Hans, forgive me! I didn't intend to tell him! It just slipped out! Come on, Hans! It's not like he had been disgusted by the idea, ya know!"

"What do you mean?" Hange asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he blushed like a teenager! I bet he likes you back!" Nanaba clapped her hands in excitement. "I think you'll find a good way to use this latex thingy that's in your hand!" she added with a wink.

"Holy Walls! What do you mean?" Hange quickly shoved the infamous item in their pocket.

"Doesn't make things any less weird, Nans!" They frowned as they paused to think for a while.

"Well, I'll try to figure out how to behave around him. Maybe he didn't believe you?" they replied, their voice full of a deceptive hope. "You were practically dead drunk after all!"

"What? I was not that drunk! I still have pants on, you see?" She defended herself.

"Oh Sweetie…" Hange said gently.

"What?"

"Those are not your pants!"

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Thank you so much Terra my Darling @dont-f-with-moogles for beta reading & for your support 😘

[obey-me-disaster]

A/N: I'm reposting this cause the tags didn't work the first time <3

Demon brothers x gn!MC

Demon brothers x MC that info-dumps about their familiars

Lucifer

Whenever he feels like the two of you haven't spent enough time together due to his work, he invites you into his office to hang out. He enjoys hearing you talk excitedly about your passions while he does paperwork.

He can't say he has too much of an interest in peacocks, but he loves hearing you talk about the things you love, so he'll let you talk until you've had your fill.

"So peacocks apparently peacocks feathers are covered in tiny crystal-like structures that reflect different wavelengths of light depending on how they're spaced."

"Also, since only male peacocks have the large train of feathers, do you think it played a role in them being your familiars? Since you're the avatar of pride and all of that."

"That's quite the theory you've got there, but I'm afraid I don't know how true it actually is."

"Still, I would love to hear more facts that you have, I can see from the expression on your face that you're dying to do so"

"And before you ask, yes, my feathers have the crystal-like structures, you can have a closer look if you would like"

His ego does grow quite a bit every time you go into one or your rants since he can tell you're talking so much about peacock cause they are his familiars.

He will probably buy you something peacock inspired to give you during one of your info-dumps.

God forbid you start gushing about his familiars in front of Diavolo. The prince will see it as a way to talk even more about Lucifer, and the former isn't sure how much he can deal with that.

Mammon

He has a pretty good base knowledge about crows. Out of all of his brothers, he probably works with his familiars the most. It's canon that he literally uses them to spy on people and gather information.

Still, there are a lot of things he might not know. And even if he knew, he would die before telling you to stop talking.

"Your crows are so cute, did you know that they are considered some of the world's smartest birds?"

"Of course they are! They're the Great Mammon's familiars after all"

"They are also known to gossip with their peers and hold grudges"

"I am well aware of that fact, more often than not they tell me the latest gossip in Devildom"

He would let you hang out with his crows in order to learn more about them.

I also have the headcanon that he can talk with them, so he would literally be a translator for you and the crows

"Feel free to ask them anything, I will translate whatever they say!"

Is pretty smug about the fact that you are so interested in his familiars, even so when you interact with them. He might even give you some accessories made out of his familiars' feathers(of course, feathers that have fallen on their own)

Leviathan

Bold of you to assume he doesn't know already everything there is about snakes already, he is literally one!

"Levi, did you know that snakes can smell with their tongues and a good amount of them have shit eyesight?"

"Henry the 1st used to have a bad eyesight!! They also don't really stop growing. This is more obvious with Devildom snakes tho"

He would honestly be really touched by your eagerness to learn and tell him about snakes since he is pretty much one. He sees it as you being interested in him on a whole new level and gets really excited when you info-dump about them.

Leviathan, on the verge of crying internally "They actually care about me!"

NB! Levi would actually really appreciate it tho. His demon form is that of a snake and he also got a pet snake, so any new info is more than welcome. Especially about how to deal with shedding.

"MC, you've got to help me! You know a lot about snakes, so could you tell me why my tail feels so itchy???"

Satan

Your info-dump session about unicorns is pretty much a 'is it true that they actually do that??' kind of thing

He still touched about you wanting to learn more about his familiars so he is always willing to answear any and all of your questions. He might even take you to see some of them.

"Is it true that unicorns can use magic with their horn?"

"Saying they can cast magic is far stretched. They have some abilities specific to their kind that can be used with or without the horn."

Cats on the other hand? Doesn't matter if he already know whatever fact you want to tell him, he is always more than happy to discuss about them.

Hell, he might be the one info-dumping about cats before you get the chance to do so.

"Did you know that cats can have up to 100 different vocalizations? Dogs only have like 10"

"They are also believed to be the only mammal who doesn't taste sweetness, which I find unfortunate. Still, they truly are amazing creatures"

More often than not Solomon is dragged in the conversations too due to the 'Cat' group chat that three of you have. Not like he minds, he loves cats too.

Asmodeus

He lets you info-dump about scorpions while he does your hair/nails/helps you with you skin care.

"Is you info-dumping about my familiars your way of telling me that you love me~"

Your self care sessions are also info-dump sessions, so you kill two birds with one stone.

"Did you know that scorpions are capable of dissolving their pray from the inside out. They also glow under ultraviolet light??"

"It's only natural that my familiars would be able to do this, they are my familiars after all ♡. Maybe I should use some make up the glows in the dark"

Since you've started to info-dump about his familiars to him, his outfits/nails/accessories have started to have a scorpion motif to them quite often

He also tells you one of the facts you've told him before while he shows off his scorpion inspired accesories. It's his way of showing that he listens to your rants.

"Scorpions can do that, can't they? Remember when you told me this last night?"

Beelzebub

He doesn't really know a lot about his familiars but he has an odd fondness about them. He can't really bring himself to kill them, tho flies tend to leave him alone anyway.

He thinks is really sweet that you know so much about those little guys, so he is always happy to sit and listen to you.

If you feel like info-dumping about flies, feel free to do it whenever you like. He is raiding the fridge? You can help him carry some of the food while you tell him more about his familiars. He is working out? He can hear loud and clear. He might not be the most responsive during some of those moments but he is always listening to you.

He is aware that out of all of his brothers, his familiar is not the cutest or the coolest one, so when you start talking about it, he can't help but feel really loved.

"Beel, did you know that flies can taste food using their feet?"

"It would be pretty usefull to know how food would taste just by touching, not like I would care if the food would taste bad, I would still eat it"

"Also, due to their eyes being compound they can also see behind their back. They actually have a 360° field of view"

"I also have that in my demon form, it came in handy a lot of times"

"YOU HAVE WHAT?!"

Belphegor

Lying on the attic bed while facing the ceiling "Shouldn't your familiar be a bull instead of a cow, since you're a guy and all of that?"

"Just shut up and cuddle me.."

While he thinks cows look comfy enough to take a nap, he does not care about them. But he care about you, so he is more than willing to cuddle up with you while you info-dump.

"Cows are actually pretty nice, they can spend about 10 hours a day lying down and they can also sleep while standing...are you even listening to me...?"

Belphegor, looking on the verge of falling asleep "hmm? Yeah I'm listening.."

Despite looking like he is one second from falling asleep or even downright sleeping, he actually listens to you. He can pay attention to things even in his sleep, how do you think he has really high grades at RAD? so he is listening to all of the cow facts you're telling him.

Anytime you doubt that he has been listening, he will tell you a fact that you've told him in the past to show that he was in fact listening.

"Cows can sleep while standing, right? You're the one who told me, so you should know. Now get closer, I want to use your lap as a pillow."

If you dare to do any kind of jokes about him being a cowboy, he will kick out of the bed.

[sixpennydame]

Writer’s Duel ⚔️

Terra Bee of @dont-f-with-moogles challenged me to a little duel: I would write a LeviHan drabble and she, in turn, would write a Levi x Reader. I took the picture prompt and Cuddle AU challenge from @giuliadrawsstuff for inspiration:

Let the games begin…

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Two For The Road

Characters: Levi x Hange

Word Count: 881

TW: slight nb discrimination

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“Ok, my turn! How did it go?…Oh yeah: Up to my mouth, down through my gums, look out stomach, here it comes!”

Hange taps the shot glass of tequila down on the bar then brings it to their lips to gulp down. Their face contorts as they grab a lime to suck on.

“Wahhh! That’s some strong stuff! You ladies sure know how to show someone a good time!”

The older women cackle and Levi crosses his arms.

Hange looks at him and slides a shot over his way. “Come on…are you gonna be a stick-in-the-mud this whole night?”

He scowls. “Yes.”

“Take a shot with me!”

“No.”

Hange rolls their eyes. “Fine..I guess I’ll just have to drink for the both of us.”

Tap. Gulp.

Levi watches as Hange sucks on another lime. “Remind me why I agreed to go on this roadtrip with you?”

“Because I needed someone to experience the open road with me. To be my adventure companion..” Hange puts an arm around Levi. “..and I needed a car.” They laugh.

“You mean the car that is currently being towed to the only auto repair shop in this backwards-ass town?”

They slam their elbow on the bar and point ridiculously close to his face. “That’s the one!”

Levi had never really been out of the city he’d been born and raised in. But being on this road trip with Hange taught him that there was a lot of NOTHING in between the two coasts: just small towns, corn fields, and cows.

Levi looks around at the dive bar strangely called, “Hootenannies”. It seemed to be the only bar in town and was the only place open at this time of night. When they walked in, every eye was on them; Levi could tell that this was the kind of town where outsiders were instantly noticed, especially outsiders that looked like them.

The tattoos all over their arms, their ripped t-shirts and combat boots. They definitely stood out.

Most of the patrons were just old drunks who didn’t care who they drank with, but some of the others…

…Levi could tell they did not want them there, and he was on alert.

Hange, on the other hand, was having the time of their lives.

“So..why is this drink called, ‘The Shotgun Wedding’?”

The woman sitting next to Hange hands her the drink and laughs. “Because once you drink that, someone’s getting pregnant!”

Hange’s eyes widen. “That sounds inconvenient. Ah well, I’ll take my chances.” They down the drink and the bartender and women cheer, patting their back.

Suddenly Levi noticed a grizzled man stumble over to them.

“Hey…so just what ARE you anyway?” He leans his hand on Hange’s barstool and Levi can smell the alcohol reeking off of him.

His presence doesn’t phase Hange in the least. “I, sir, am someone who is about to order another Shotgun Wedding. One more, please!”

“No..” his body moves closer to Hange and Levi sits up a little straighter, “I mean, are you a girl or boy or WHAT?”

Hange scoffs and then grabs their drink.

“We don’t like your kind here,” he yells.

“It seems people like us just fine,” Hange turns to look at him, “you just gotta give me a chance.” Then they plant a big, wet kiss on the man’s lips.

The man reacts by spinning Hange’s chair around and raising his fist. In an instant, Levi is up and punches the man hard in the gut.

“Hands off, motherfucker,” Levi threatens, both hands squeezed into fists.

The drunk man’s friends rush toward the bar, but Levi and Hange are able to dodge their fists easily. Hange gives one a right hook to his chin, and Levi takes on two of them. Eventually, they’re all knocked out and sprawled along the dirty floor.

Levi grabs Hange’s arm. “Come on, let’s get out of here before we piss more of them off.”

They bolt out of the door and run down the quiet street, turning into a darkened park to catch their breath.

“Wooo! I haven’t felt that alive in a long time! I forgot what a bad-ass you are, Levi!” Hange is jumping up and down amongst the trees and broken playground equipment.

Levi pushes them slightly. “You idiot! You could’ve gotten hurt in there!”

“But I didn’t, because you were there.”

“And what if I hadn’t been there, huh? What would you have done then?”

“Awww…you were worried about me..”

Hange’s teasing riles Levi up even more. “Because I love you, you dumbass!”

Hange just stands there, speechless. Levi can’t believe he just said that out loud, but there’s no turning back now.

“That's why I always agree to your stupid ideas, like this roadtrip. I just… want to be with you…” he huffs.

“Levi..” Hange says as they move closer. They cup Levi’s cheeks and his heart starts beating fast, then he leans in to kiss them. When they pull back, his cheeks are cherry-red.

Hange still has his face in their hands. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

Levi jerks his face back, embarrassed. “Never mind, forget what I said...” He starts walking down the street to their motel.

“No take-backs!” Hange says as they put an arm around Levi.

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LeviHan fans and Squad Denial: @youre-ackermine @this-is-krikkit @wanderlustqueen-writes - I hope I did you proud!

[lavenderhummingbird]

here are some more backgrounds and headers (this time)

~ again pls like & reboot if you save/use ~

[notjustdrwhoboards]

SnK moodboard: Hanji Zoe/Levi Ackerman - Non Binary/Demisexual (requested by: anon)

[gaygemtheirs]

imagining hange and levi on a double date with maka and crona

[fanmoose12]

When I first join the fandom, I saw levihan as straight ship.. Then I saw people ship them as gay bi etc etc.. I tried to accept that.. Then the same levihan shipper started shipping erurihan or zevihan or pikuvihan.. And the worst is they are trying to force their LGBT ship thought into us.. It's kind of hurt my thoughts.. It's like the levihan I used to saw in fandom is not anymore.. Even I saw someone posting that if we don't like the straight levihan fandom then we should leave the fandom.. I mean why? If we don't like to see levihan as bi couple or gay couple that's mean are we not acceptable to stay with the fandom?? I saw many of this fandom like to see them as LGBT ship.. If we don't don't like to see them same way, we have to leave the fandom? Is straight isn't acceptable???

Many levihan shipper like crazy about zeke x hange who had least interaction.. Then zeke x levi! I mean how.. I didn't say bad words or protest anything about them.. I tried to ignore them because it's not my liking. But when they said not liking zevihan erurihan pikuhan zekehan eruhan means we don't have to be in levihan fandom it's so hurting.. People now acting about this fandom is quite hurting.. It's hurt to see the artist I used to follow and adore are acting like this. As I am being straight and see levihan as straight couple and don't like levi and hange pairing with others who doesn't have the same potential, do I belong to the fandom? Or you all despise me.

I am sorry for the rambling but I always love all artists out here.. I mean ALL! So I kind of got hurt seeing all this as first thing of the morning.

anon, absolutely no one tries to force their "thoughts" or "agenda" or whatever onto you, it's fandom not state propaganda. people are just having fun with the characters they like. sure, hange and zeke had never actually interacted and zeke and levi are enemies in canon, but isn't it fun to imagine them in different situations? with different relationships and dynamics? that's the my favorite thing about fandom - people sharing creative ideas and their interpretations of characters.

and no one hates anyone for being straight oh god, and straight is acceptable, not just on the internet but in real life. however, gay, pan, bi, trans, nb fans don't have the same privilege of being unapologetically themselves irl so they do it on the internet, having with their fandom friends.

no one tries to banish you from fandom, i'm perfectly fine with every interpretation of levi and hange as long as the person is respecting my own vision of them. besides, it's not like there is a lot of content for ships like zevihan or eruhan, i barely see anything about them, so it's not like levihans are "forcing" these ships on anyone or whatever. you can just blacklist them and you'll still have lots of awesome levihan content created by the super talented fans, who dedicate a lot of time to doing what they love. and if the majority of fandom consists of lgbt+ people, then it's no surprise that we want to see ourselves represent in the things we create

in conclusion to my long ass answer, it's my personal opinion that you can view levihan however you want as long as you're respective about other's opinions and don't fight people over their hcs. and no one will hate you for being straight as long as you don't hate us for being gay :)

[warm-starlight]

After 126 came out as Nb person I was very happy with the levihan interaction then my friend who lives in japan told me it's a death flag for hanji for sure, yams won't let his money maker levi end up with someone not to mention a nb person and taller than him. he thinks it won't happen b/c snk is a shonen and this wouldn't be welcomed by the male readers and yams is a man, In japan males find f X f ships hot and this allowed yams to explore yumihisu more freely.

What are you saying? I don't think Eruri got more attention and screentime appart from RtS arc? Levi is seen with Hange for the majority of his own screentime 😅

I don't think Isayama cares about what people find appealing. He writes what he wants.

Just because Historia got pregnant doesn't make her not a lesbian anymore? I find people who think that way very strange.

That said, Levihan is literally one of the most popular ships in Japan and Isayama made sure to let their feelings be known in a way that isn't OOC for them

[sxriyaa]

• Jealousy

• Mammon x nb!mc

• oneshot

• grammar mistakes

• cringe

• credits to the artist of the photo: https://twitter.com/szainx/status/1215195492247691264?s=21&t=BL99GTmbnIBpE6gwGyiOug

7:00 am

You woke up due to your alarm ringing. You got up from bed as you went to your bathroom to go brush your teeth, and take a shower

You covered yourself with a towel as you picked your school uniform. " I look good hehe~" you said looking at your figure at the mirror. You brushed your hair after you went to the kitchen.

You saw belphie sleeping, bell eating mammon's food, asmo putting make up, satan reading a book while eating, levi playing games, mammon shouting at beel because he took his food ang lucifer casually eating.

"Oh, hey mc." Lucifer said as their attention went to you. " Good morning everyone!" You said happily as belphie woke up. "Good morning darling~" as mo said with a flirty tone.

" Good morning mc! Can you play with me later?" Levi said looking at you with sparkling eyes. "Of course" you replied. "Wha- hey! You can't do that!"  "And why mammon?" Levi said as he averted his gave towards him. "I'm their first so i should be the one spending time with them!" He replied while shouting.

"Mammon." The two of them stopped arguing as lucifer glared at them "ekk- " mammon said as he sat down. "Guys were gonna be late.." you said breaking the silence. " Let's go mc we don't want to be with idiots." Satan said holding your hand taking you away from them. "Hey! Wait up!" Mammon said running towards the both of you.

8:30 am

"Pew.. it's a good thing that we're not late." You said as you went to your classroom.

"Hey mc!!" You hear luke behind you as you turn around seeing luke, simeon and solomon. " Hey! How are you guys?" You asked. "Oh! Me and barbatos baked cookies yesterday!" Luke said while smiling."that's good to hear." You said patting his head.

"Hey! Stop patting me I'm not a child!" Luke said getting embarrassed while taking your hand of him.

Ring Ring! The bell rang as students went to their classroom. "I'll see you later mc!"  Simeon said as the three walk away.

You sat to your chair besides mammon who was clearly jealous. You saw him looking at you with an annoyed face. "Hm? Mammon is there something wrong?" You said as he looked away not answering your question. "Weird.." you thought to yourself as the teacher walk in.

10:00 am

"Hey mammon.." you said coming towards him. "He blushed at your sudden action. " Is there something wrong? You've been avoiding me.." you looked at him with a sad face not knowing why he was avoiding you.

" Just leave me alone. Hang out with the others instead." He replied looking at his side. "Are you jealous?"  You said in a teasing voice. " Wha- of course not, I'm the great mammon I don't get jealous!"  He said clearly lying.

You chuckled as you put your face close to him, inches away from kissing. " I'm sorry mammon, i promise you that I'll only hang out with you." You smiled at him as he blushed more, looking like a tomato.

"You better be!"  He said holding your waist.

"I love you~"

[tundrainafrica]

I just find it so unfortunate that some aggressive shippers ruin a ship and a character for so many people. A popular Erwin x Levi artist got hate comments by some Levihan shippers and so many people are bashing it now on twitter because of that. Its just so sad considering LH was one of the most beautiful and fun dynamics in such a depressing story. Even Hange is getting hated because LH is pretty much the default ship involving them and it just breaks my heart :(

Twitter has some great content and I actually hang around AOT twt for some quick content. It’s like every time I’m feeling fast food I just hang there, like a few tweets, read a few soc med AUs etc etc. 

But god. It’s a mess man. Last year I was constantly on twitter to be honest and it left me in a bad mood everyday because people are just being assholes for little to no reason really but just to put themselves in what they believe is a morally higher ground from their peers. And people just like fighting and the funny part is no opinions are actually heard, no views are actually exchanged. It’s just “you dont agree with me so you’re a bad person.” 

Ad hominem attacks are just everywhere.

So I like staying in my small little hole and just talking to myself there and just liking the content of the Levihan people I actually follow. I see stuff I don’t agree with but I’ve kinda accepted that a lot of people there are just there to push an agenda because really if people were that open minded, I don’t think lynching and call out culture would have gotten this far.  

I’ve used this same analogy so many times but I feel like in Twitter, people are just scrambling for some sort of moral high ground. Because of that, it is completely useless to engage in discourse there because one thing I noticed is most people who are vocal there already have a set stance on something and the fact that they’re ready to just bully anyone who stands in the way of their agenda, just makes convincing them out of the agenda impossible and a complete waste of time. And there are two issues in particular among the LH community which are really unsettling for me: the ship wars and within the LH community, the gender war. 

Ship wars

I find the ship wars unnecessary because really what makes a superior ship? 

Probability of being canon? How much fuel they were given in canon? Healthiness of the relationship?

The truth is people ship for many reasons. But really, who are we to judge how a person goes about the way they decide to participate in the fandom and ship? As long as it is something they keep within personal spaces and do it responsibly, I don’t think it’s our business to judge someone or lynch them. The important thing is people are able to not be an asshole about it. People can ship the most questionable shit, create the most dubious content, as long as that person is respecting boundaries and putting the right tags and trigger warnings, who are we to call them out right?

Of course I prefer LH over other Levi ships personally but is there really a need to attack other people’s ships about it? I probably do poke fun at Ereri because until now I still do not get why people enjoy Ereri in the first place but why destroy the fandom experience for people just because we don’t agree with them.

My general intention behind shipping Levihan is because above anything I value the healthiness in the relationship and the things people can learn about love and relationships by analyzing Levihan’s dynamics and headcanoning them. I love Levi and Hange’s dynamics to death and I like digging deeper into them and pulling out lessons from it about love, life and relationships and just sharing them with people which is my whole point for participating in this fandom in the first place. 

But in the end, ships are just preferences. Some people like getting a kick out of dubious pairings and toxic relationships. As long as they consume these responsibly and don’t emulate them in real life, I see no problem in it. 

The toxic ones are the ones who actively crucify people for preferences. 

The Gender War

One really disturbing thing I found about twitter is that deciding to use ‘she’ to refer to Hange can get you lynched. I found a few accounts that would reblog tweets where someone says something like “Yes, Hange, Queen” which gets retweeted by some NB Hange folk who say stuff like “Unfollow this transphobe now.” 

Because apparently deciding to headcanon Hange as a woman or just preferring to use ‘she’ makes people a transphobe. Which is personally just... really disturbing. I don’t believe words like homophobic, transphobic, racist should be so easily thrown around unless there is hard evidence to believe that someone is really one of the epithets above like for example: 

There are things I find completely assholish like of course, refusing to use someone’s preferred pronouns if they ask you. 

But Hange is fictional and Hange is a gift to the fandom.And I don’t even think the issue about Hange’s gender should have ever reached this far. The only thing Yams ever said was that Hange is just not the type to be tied down to a single gender. 

And policing Hange’s gender and saying NOPE SHE’S NON BINARY USE THEY Is just counterintuitive to the whole idea that she’s a free spirit. In the end, Hange as a character wouldn’t have given a fuck whether people called her a they, she or even a he. 

And yeah, it’s frustrating really that these two issues I just discussed above are ruining Hange as a character for a lot of people and consequently, ruining Levi x Hange as a ship. 

Apparently, a lot of people are closet LxH shippers or closet Hange stans because the moment they tweet something about Hange, there are people who will attack them. If people refer to Hange as they, they get attacked. If people refer to Hange as she, they get attacked. There are so many antis apparently to the LxH ship, some apparently are jealous because ‘it’s the closest to canon’ while others just apparently deem it a toxic ship because of our own internal gender war.  

There’s no winning really. And to be honest, there’s nothing I can do either and I don’t want to engage in any arguments in twitter if at the end of it, I’m just gonna end up wasting my time listening to ad hominem attacks directed at me just for not agreeing with someone in a fandom related matter. . 

I’ve said my piece about the Hange gender issue so many times. There are NBs who use she. There are those who use they. Being female and being NB aren’t mutually exclusive. You can be both at the same time.

But yeah, we still have people being assholes about this and pushing factually wrong agendas. I love research and I have been writing research papers and metas for a lot of things even before I started this blog in the first place. And I eventually learned that the world is so complex that no opinion is completely and absolutely correct. 

And ideally, opinions shouldn’t be made so easily. 

Don’t get me wrong. I believe everyone is entitled to a preference and when I say preference I mean the type of food they like, the type of wallpaper they like. 

But no one is entitled to a moral judgement or opinion just for existing and when I say opinion I mean questions on morals, on what’s right or what isn’t, what is or what should be. Every single person has the responsibility to research, hear both sides of a discourse and understanding them before deciding for themselves what’s right. And this is why hearing accusations that someone is ‘transphobic,’ ‘homophobic’ blah blah over how we hc a character just really does not sit well with me. 

Passing moral judgement on someone requires discernment, deep thought and lots and lots of evidence. But yeah this is a philosophical question and a political question so I ain’t going to delve into it here.

Because, in the end, fandoms are preferences. The way we choose to participate in a fandom and create content are preferences more than anything.

So what? (Btw, if you reached all the way here, thank you for listening to me ramble lol and sorry if you weren’t expecting this type of ramble)

I know I’ve just been rambling a lot up there for a lot of reasons but really what message do I wanna give? 

Fandoms are preferences more than anything so I don’t even believe that there should be a discussion on moral judgement here. People can have the weirdest kinks, the most questionable preferences but as long as they aren’t going around romanticizing abuse, beating up people in real life, killing them and lying in real life, who are we to judge?

Even if someone says they have a rape kink and abuse kink when it comes to fics, as long as they acknowledge it’s something they shouldn’t emulate in real life, as long as they can keep an adult conversation about it, I think these people are generally kinder and more pleasant overall than people who force their healthy canon ship and lynch everyone for having more questionable preferences. 

Ship and let ship. Live and let live. Headcanon and let headcanon. If a person has a differing opinion, listen. (Or really, if you just don’t want to deal with listening to differing opinions coz you’re just gonna get stressed, don’t lynch? Don’t send hate? And just ignore it?)

Ask yourself. Does the person acknowledge that it isn’t right in real life? Do they acknowledge if they emulate it in real life it has the potential to be harmful?

Honestly, all I wanna do is just let people stan Levi and Hange however they want to. There are obviously hcs I dont agree with. But in the LH community we just all love Levihan, let’s not ruin the fandom experience for anyone. In the AOT community, we all just love AOT, let’s not ruin it for anyone. Let’s not hurt anyone, attack them etc. 

If someone doesn’t agree and they can hold an adult conversation about it and they don’t emulate these toxic opinions in real life and they recognize that there is the option to just agree to disagree, why don’t we just listen and engage in this discourse to learn more about other people and to build more perspectives?

Because really it isn’t the questionable hcs or the multiple genders which leaves such a bad taste in my mouth. It’s the people who just go straight to attacking instead of actually considering that there’s potential for discourse and there’s potential to ‘agree to disagree’ because in the end, fandom discourse is a question of preference more than moral judgement. 

It’s easier said than done really. But personally for me, I just try to keep my fandom experience as non toxic as possible while at the same time as mentally fulfilling as possible. I enjoy discourse, I like hearing differing opinions and I really believe with something as light and as inconsequential as fandoms as our common ground, we can learn to peacefully co-exist despite differing opinions on what the best ship is or what Hange’s gender is. 

Note: I won’t delve too much on the Hange gender issue here because I have pending asks about those which I’ll answer in one go, but I really believe that both they and she are valid pronouns for Hange. 

I have a general preference for ‘she’ because it’s just easier to read. But personally I don’t think too much about the gender identity issue because it’s really just too complex for me and i like spending my time thinking of other headcanons about Hange than gender and people who push the Hange is nb agenda and people who push the Hange is a female agenda and just insult each other and lynch each other are both equally unsettling. 

[clarkesrifle]

Title: The Forgotten Day Pairing: Levi Ackerman x nb!reader Warnings: None, no spoilers Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.2k Summary: The Survey Corps had no time to remember birthdays -- it was a miracle that anyone knew each other’s name, really. Imagine your surprise when you found a crudely-wrapped item with your name on it on your forgotten day. Ko-Fi | Requests! Notes: Unedited, written when I was lonely.

The Survey Corps had a high turnover rate, as was natural with the profession. How many had died since its establishment? Were any of them remembered, or was all that was left of them was a tiny inscription within the seemingly endless book of those that died in the service to humanity?

Birthdays were unimportant. For some, remembering that comrades were human beings with families, lives, and histories made their duty too difficult. It was decidedly easier to ignore those things. Comrades, at the end of the day, were a means to an end. A partnership doomed to fail. It was easier to forget about them when you didn’t know their important days.

It was hard for you to grasp at the beginning of your tenure. Despite your family’s economic status within the walls and regardless of your experiences with your birthdays, you found it difficult to trust the people around you when you knew so little about them.

Where are you from? Have you seen a titan before? Why did you enlist? Have you killed one before?

Sometimes, it was difficult to discern whether your friendships were born out of genuine care for each other or rather the respect that was necessary to function together as a unit.

Captain Levi had intrigued you from the start -- so many rumors about him lingered throughout the walls. He was a bonafide celebrity and a mysterious one at that. How many families told stories of him? How many children’s nightmares were soothed by the mere mention of his name?

You remembered the first time that you had ever seen him -- the Scouts marched through the quad on horseback, passing through Shiganshina’s marketplace. You crawled on top of the fruit stand’s fabric canopy, feeling it dip underneath your weight. You were so small then, it feels like.

Levi walked his horse into the quad, directly behind Commander Erwin. How could so much strength and resolve lie within such a small body? He didn’t strike you as overtly handsome at first glance. No, your appreciation for his appearance grew slowly over your years wearing your wings.

Admittedly, the years that you did remember your birthday were lamentable. Days off within the corps were few and far between, and when your birthday didn't matter, you couldn’t exactly do anything for it.

Your body felt as though it was about to explode; training only grew more intense the longer that you were enlisted. You supposed this burning pain was worth it -- the Scouts couldn’t risk any more people than necessary, and the best way to prevent deaths was extreme preparedness.

Your squad leader, the infamous Levi, pushed you harder each day. Keeping your cool, both physically and mentally, was difficult whenever he was around. Impressive was the least you could say about your captain.

He seemed peaceful whenever he trained, as though he were relaxing lakeside -- you allowed yourself a quick moment to picture Levi lakeside -- without a care in the world or a titan to slay. It was mesmerizing to watch him use the ODM gear; it was as though he were performing a beautiful and intricate dance.

Much to your chagrin, he ordered you to clean the muck from the stables and care for the hooves of the horses following training, a task that would surely take you hours. Levi, in all of his mysteriousness, was particularly anal about cleanliness.

Being alone with your thoughts was particularly distressing on your birthday. You couldn’t help but wonder about the people you’ve lost -- how many birthdays had they lived? How many more would there have been? Why were you given the privilege to live when they were gone?

For some faces that lived behind your eyes, you regretted not knowing them more. You noticed with anguish that many of those faces lost their sharpness in your memory, the years replacing their features with blurs and blobs.

The moon was rising by the time that you finished your appointed task. Your lower back throbbed, your calves screamed as you climbed the stairs towards your lodging.

Your room was perfectly modest -- only a bed, a dresser, and a desk were provided to you. The pillow was flat; you were not the first nor the last to use it. The blankets were made of a course and itchy material but did its job well enough.

Blinking, you noticed a horribly wrapped item sitting upon your bed. It seemed to be covered with the same paper the captains write correspondence with, tied with twine. Written on it was your name in nearly illegible chicken-scratch, but still, it was your name.

“Um,” you mumbled under your breath. Sitting before the present, you undid the complicated knot with your calloused fingers. Inside lay a book; it was leather-bound, old, possibly expensive. The inside of the wrapping paper had a small note written on it, which read: It's your birthday. Congrats on not getting munched on for another year.

You gasped quietly. It was your first birthday present in years, possibly ever. After the initial shock had worn off, you hungrily opened the book, skimming through pages after pages of incredible drawings, information about a world you'd probably never see.

You flipped back to the beginning, noticing that whoever gave you this gift had left a small note just under the first chapter heading: I keep hearing about the world outside of the walls. Thought you might be interested.

Closing the cover, you held the book tightly to your chest. Thank you, you thought to yourself.

Hearing Armin speak of the sea intrigued Levi. Throughout his life, he had never allowed himself to think of the world beyond the walls. By the time he went on his first expedition outside of them, he could only think about titans.

He had first noticed you upon your entrance to the corps. Erwin had given a rousing yet truthful speech, as he did at every graduation. Levi stood offside the stage, taking in the group of cadets that had stayed.

The Captain had long become used to seeing the fearful faces, the determined faces, the strong, the angry ones. Yours, however, intrigued him.

You looked resigned.

You looked incredibly aware of the sacrifices you would have to make, the people that you would lose. You looked so painfully aware of the trials and tribulations to come. It seemed as though you were the only cadet that understood the reality of being a Scout.

So he pushed you. He knew deep down that he pushed you harder than the others. Levi had even requested you to be apart of his squad. Erwin had looked at him with curiosity at that, only Levi, who could read the man better than anyone else, could see it.

It had been Erwin who had first noticed your feelings for your squad leader. You had been subtle, truthfully, and only a man as detail-oriented as the Commander could see.

He had noticed it after you delivered tea to his chambers, where he, Levi, and Hange were having a meeting to discuss the budget for the next quarter. You had lingered a mere millisecond when you handed Levi his cup, skin grazing against each other so gently. Levi had been surprised at just how much he felt at that slight touch, how much heat erupted on his hands.

You did not stay long after that, wishing Hange a goodnight with a gentle squeeze to her elbow -- Levi was unaware of the friendship that you two had.

Levi glanced at his Commander, who smiled over his teacup, looking pointedly at him. "What?" Levi asked. Erwin shook his head, a low chuckle coming from him. "What?" Levi asked again, impatiently.

"Nothing," Erwin replied, a soft smile gracing his features. "Just don't let yourself get too distracted, Captain."

He refused to elaborate.

Hange was the next to notice. You volunteered your extra time, particularly on your loneliest days, to help her with various experiments. Most of the time, you were on standby, looking out for Erwin. It was very clear to you that these experiments were largely unapproved.

Levi visited Hange's laboratory one day, a ration bar in his pocket. You may not have noticed him slip the bar into your bag's pocket, but Hange surely did.

It had taken plenty of prodding on the scientist's part to get Levi to admit a certain level of care and affection for you. You had been hurt slightly during an expedition. It was nothing serious, and yet the Captain insisted that you stay behind on the following day's adventure. You had fought tooth and nail to convince him otherwise, which landed you a day's worth of paperwork for insubordination. He strategically picked the following day, forcing you to miss the mission to finish the massive pile of work that was needed in a short amount of time.

"Y/N'd just be dead weight," Levi grumbled to Hange after she had cornered him. "I'm not going to babysit someone just because they got hurt and were too stubborn to heal."

Hange scoffed at her shorter friend. "It was only a twisted ankle, y/n was cleared for the mission immediately."

"I'm not going to risk another brat being killed because of a stupid, unhealed injury. That's final." Levi looked below them, taking in the four-meter titan underneath them. Easy.

He triggered his ODM gear, rearing his arms backward and slicing forward at the beast's neck, grinning as the nape fell off of it towards the ground. The titan fell, mouth agape, onto its side. Landing onto a tree limb, he scoured the forest floor for more.

Hange was not far behind. She landed beside him, intent on harassing him until she was satisfied with his answer. He rolled his eyes. Maybe it would have been less of a hassle to keep Y/N in the game. Babysitting didn't seem as awful as being stalked.

He hadn't meant to overhear Armin one night, but the conversation intrigued him. The sea. A forest that not even with fifty gas reserves could he traverse. Small pieces of white, cold fluff falling from the sky like a gentle rain.

A strange warmth built in his chest -- he could picture it all easily, but he couldn't picture any piece of the world without you being there with him. Levi wasn't sure how he felt about that.

He had crashed into an abandoned home after slaying a titan. He needed a moment to refill his gas tanks, and he needed a place under cover to do so.

Levi had landed in a library. Books covered most of the floor, the walls, the tables throughout the room. Besides the dust, the new debris, and the vines growing into the building, it seemed as though life had been suddenly paused and could start again at any moment. Strangely, he felt like he was intruding on something.

He found himself drawn to a book, hidden at the back of a shelf. The books that had once been in front of it had been thrown to the ground in the mad dash to escape the titan-infested city.

The spine of the leather-bound book had a portrait of a snow-capped mountain imprinted into the material. A mountain. He hadn't heard of one before he had overheard Armin that one night.

It had been covered, hidden.

Illegal, he realized. Interest built in his chest, he grabbed the book and flipped through it quickly, looking at the intricate drawings. He thought of you.

Slipping it into his waistband, Levi left the library through the way that he came.

Shamelessly, Levi dug into the records in Erwin's office long after the Commander had retired to bed. Y/N L/N, he read, yanking the file out of the cabinet and searching.

Six months away.

He made a note of it before slipping the file back into the cabinet and pretended he never did anything at all.

In the days leading up to your birthday, he found himself busier than he had expected. He had hoped to wrap the book days in advance, but life never turned out how he wanted or expected. He waited until after training and bought himself time by asking you to clean the stables and care for the horses.

You were just as fastidious as he was when it came to keeping things clean, something he was impressed by and thankful for at this moment.

He hadn't the time to go into town to buy proper wrapping, so he improvised.

Being a soldier was about improvising a bad situation into something better.

Something better was wrapping the book in stationary. "It looks like shit," he mumbled to himself. He attempted to save it by tying it with twine, but he looked out of his bedroom window and saw that you were already heading back towards the barracks.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought to himself. Undignified, he ran up the stairs towards your bedroom -- which he knew was yours based on how pristine it was -- and dropped the book onto your bed without much thought.

The next day, he watched with a rare smile as you read in the mess hall. Happy birthday, brat, he thought to himself. He took a sip of his tea, savoring it.

He wasn't sure if the warmth in his chest was from your appreciation of the gift or the heat of his drink.

[youre-ackermine]

Echo

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1025 approx.

Canon Universe / slightly suggestive / non-binary Hange / swearwords

It seemed like hours had passed since he had knocked on the carriage roof for the coachman to drive them back to HQ. The rain, no more than a drizzle when they had left, was now pouring heavily, adding its monotonous noise to the clatter of the wheels and of the horses' hooves on the paved road.

The meeting with the brass in the Stohess District had worn them both out but they still had so much to think, so much to work out. Well, Hange did at least. As a matter of fact, sitting on the bench opposite his, they were already writing down the final changes to the project suggested by the higher-ups.

The Squad Leader barely had had time to mourn Sawney and Bean. As soon as the Military Police investigation was completed, they had been discussing new action plans to flush out the culprits in Erwin's office until the dead of night. Every fucking night. For two fucking weeks.

The rest of their day was even more busy, Hange rummaging the library shelves or leaning over their desk engrossed in a big-ass book, locked in their lab drawing sketches for a new technical device. Every fucking day. For two fucking weeks.

The development of their research as well as the strategic aspects of Erwin's long-distance scouting formation plan for the expedition to come were frequently talked through in private meetings only a few Squad Leaders and the Captain himself attended. The scheme required secrecy for not only Eren's but also Humanity's fate were at stake.

Both the jolting of the coach moving on the cobblestones and the relentless beating of the rain against the vehicle had failed to bore him to sleep and he had a hard time trying to distract himself. No matter how much effort he put into concentrating on the scenery outside, his thoughts still pulled him back to that night he had tried to soothe their grief the only way he knew, bringing them a cup of tea and, later on, showing them how much he cared.

Too damn long! It had been too damn long since the last time he had touched Hange. Those past few days, they had just been able to steal a couple of hasty kisses, hiding in the shadows like some shameful teenagers. These brief encounters had left him in the grip of a burning frustration that his yearning heart could barely endure and that no stroke of his own hand could fully sweep out.

Levi startled as Hange let out a weary sigh and turned to look at them with a worried frown. The design they were correcting earlier lay abandoned on the bench beside them. They rubbed their eyes and pinched the bridge of their nose.

"Shit!" they muttered, "it has to work or else we're screwed!"

They adjusted their glasses and, trying to shake off their exhaustion, stretched their arms above their head as much as the cramped space allowed them to, their knee slightly brushing against his in the process.

Levi gulped as he took their slender shape in, eyes lingering on their arched figure then up on their small breasts. His cheeks flushed as he noticed their nipples showing through the fabric of their shirt, his thoughts instantly dragged back to that night again.

All of a sudden a bump in the road shook the carriage. The papers slipped off the bench and Levi promptly bent down to pick them up on the floor, a hand on Hange's leg to keep his balance as the coach still bounced. 

His palm was already burning when he lifted his gaze towards Hange. Eyes locked with theirs, he put the sheets back on the seat absentmindedly and let himself dive in the amber shades of their irises.

He tried to ignore the irresistible urge drawing him to them every time they were together. He tried to ignore the unsteady rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears. He tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in his chest when he looked at Hange.

But he failed. Terribly. Totally.

Giving in to the longing that had become almost unbearable, he slid his hand along their thigh up to their waist and got closer, his face now mere inches from theirs, his warm breath a feather-like caress over their lips.

In one effortless motion, he cut the distance to kiss Hange, enfolding his arms around their slender waist and, sitting back on his bench, drew them into his lap. 

Nothing was more important to him now than their chest pressed against his, their body wrapping him in a tight embrace. He let himself sink into the slow, tender kiss, relishing the taste of their lips, humming in the warmth of their mouth.

Hange let out a delighted sigh at the feel of Levi's hands sliding up under their shirt and caressing their back. His lips had drifted from their mouth to trail kisses along their jawline and reached that sensitive spot under their ear, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His hands kept wandering, drawing the scars on their skin, tracing the curves of their spine, slithering to their chest. His deft fingers gently grazed one of their nipples, his lips now moving down their neck. 

Hange's skin shivered under Levi's soft touch and they moaned his name. They ran their fingers through his silky hair, pulling him close for a long, heated, desperate kiss.

When they finally pulled away, both light-headed and panting, they looked at each other in wonder.

The feeling was overwhelming, breathtaking. 

Levi's chest tightened with emotion and he buried his head in Hange's neck, softly whispering their name again and again.

"You got into my head, Four-Eyes!" he blurted out. He kissed the crook of their neck.

"You got under my skin," and he pressed a few feather-light kisses up their neck.

"You got into my heart, Hange," only a faint whisper this time. And he kissed their earlobe.

Hange's eyes widened, then softened and fluttered shut in bliss as he held them impossibly closer against him and whispered something in their ear. 

His words a murmured echo of their own breathless words.

This is for @dont-f-with-moogles 💕

This takes place two weeks after Bad Habit. I'm not as talented as you are but I hope you'll like it!

Happy Birthday Terra Darling 🎂

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Header: @youre-ackermine

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A/N: not beta/proof read - English is not my usual language

[youre-ackermine]

Belated birthday

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1160 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / established relationship / non-binary Hange / swearwords

Walking back home through the park was not so bad after all, Levi thought to himself. He had been reluctant to Hange's suggestion at first, arguing that the pie would never be baked by tea time. 

They had already wasted enough time wandering among the stalls at the farmers' market to purchase some veggies after lunch, he had argued. But of course they could never take 'no' for an answer, could they?

So they had insisted, all puppy eyes and irritating whines, tugging his coat sleeve, begging him between kisses on his cheeks or neck, squeezing his arm between theirs.

And obviously they had pestered the shit out of him until he gave in, frowning in annoyance and rubbing his temples as he felt the headache coming.

When he thought about it, Hange’s beaming smile had been worth the relinquishment, lighting up their face and making his heart melt in the process. And strolling through the park together arm in arm only added to the warmth that started to spread in his chest, reviving the memory of their first date one fall years ago.

Rays of pale sunlight played through the russet foliage, piercing the light mist. A swift gust raised a whirlwind of fallen leaves every once in a while, scattering them across the path. Levi took a deep breath, taking in the relaxing quietness of early Saturday afternoon, relishing in the sweet undergrowth smell of the earth.

The crisp autumn air stung his ears and the tip of his nose but Levi couldn't care less, not when he felt the gentle touch of Hange's warm body pressed against his side as they walked. Not when their eyes sparkled with sheer joy as they babbled about how beautiful the elms and maples were this time of the year. Not when they squeezed his arm as they pointed out a squirrel hopping from branch to branch.

“...and the way their eyes are positioned allows them to see behind them, can you believe it, Shorty?” Hange exclaimed, snapping him off his reverie. “Nature is so fascinating, I’ll never get tired of learning more about it every day of my life!” they enthused.

Every day of my life. The words echoed in Levi’s head and swirled around for a while, leaving a sweet sensation in their wake. He turned to Hange, smiling softly as his gaze wandered over their handsome face. He slowed his steps, gently holding them back and pulled them into him.

They giggled and slid an arm around his neck when he leaned in to kiss them on the lips, a brief and chaste kiss, something featherlight and heartfelt, his eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. He was caught in the moment, oblivious to the affection he displayed in public, but it felt so right his heart swelled with fondness in his chest.

Snapping out of his trance, he slipped his hand in Hange's, intertwining their fingers, and resumed walking.

“Come on, Four-Eyes, let’s get home before we freeze our asses off!” He blurted out.

Levi was glad they could finally mark Hange’s birthday. Nothing too fancy though, just their friends coming over for tea and apple pie, an opportunity to catch up on each other’s lives, a chance to share a good moment of friendship and show how much they all loved Hange.

Their last project at work had kept them busier than usual, delaying the celebration for weeks. This week-end was the first one in months for them to enjoy free time so, before getting to cook, Levi had insisted Hange settled comfortably on the couch with a soft blanket and the book they bought before coming back home.

Lulled by Hange’s blabbering, Levi had prepared and baked the pie in no time, letting his mind wander to his bedside table. Levi smiled. There, in the drawer, Hange’s birthday gift was nestled between neatly ironed handkerchiefs and a box of mints.

He had bought it on an impulse months ago, his gaze drawn to it as he walked past the store window. It reminded him of the golden amber hue of their eyes, those eyes which held the most beautiful shades of fall, those eyes so entrancing and expressive he could never get tired drowning into.

A slight blush of anticipation crept up his face as he thought about how surprised Hange and their closest friends would be. He imagined their fingers feverishly tearing the pumpkin patterned paper. He imagined them gasping as they opened the small box. He imagined them beaming as they lifted their head to look at him. And the butterflies fluttered in his chest.

“Oh my, it smells so good, Levi!” Hange exclaimed in a cheerful tone as he took the pastry out of the oven, a sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen. “Can I have a teeny-tiny slice, please?” they begged.

“Hell no, Four-Eyes!” he replied without turning back, sliding the cake onto a plate. “It’ll ruin the whole damn pie before anyone can see it!”

“But it’s for my birthday!” they whined.

“I-said-no!” His tone cut short any retort. “Besides, it’s still too hot, tis gonna burn your tongue and shit!”

“You’re not funny, Shorty,” they pouted.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, Four-Eyes. If you say so.”

Shining spoons and a china sugar bowl elegantly set out on the tray next to the floral patterned tea set, the birthday candles placed on the apple-pie, autumn flowers nicely arranged in a vase… Levi let out a sigh of satisfaction. Everything was ready.

He headed to the bedroom for a quick check in the mirror and opened his drawer to take the wrapped box with a trembling hand. He felt weird. Shy and nervous, giddy and thrilled, wobbly and excited, all of these at the same time.

In a few steps, Levi reached the window, opened it to let the bracing autumn air in. He let his eyes wander over the golden foliage of the trees along the street below and took a deep, invigorating breath.

He had been waiting for this moment for months and now was not the time to flinch. Slipping the gift into his pocket, he pulled himself together and walked back to the kitchen to brew a cup of espresso for Hange.

Levi stopped in his tracks as soon as he glanced into the sitting-room. The autumn sun bathed the room in golden light, softly warming its atmosphere and highlighting Hange's handsome features.

They looked comfortable and relaxed, cozily huddled on the couch, their book now neglected in favor of Sawney. The couple’s ginger cat purred and squirmed shamelessly under Hange’s petting. Their voice was gentle and loving as they cooed to the fur ball, a soft smile spreading over their pretty face.

He took in the endearing sight for a while, relishing in this sweet, heartwarming sensation. In this very moment, looking at his beloved Hange, he finally felt like home.

This is my entry for Eliza's Under the Harvest Moon AOT collab @postwarlevi

Sorry to post it so late!! Technically, it's still fall, right?

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Header: @youre-ackermine

Dividers: @saradika-graphics & @firefly-graphics

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A/N: not beta/proof read - English is not my usual language

[youre-ackermine]

Hi my love!! <3 <3

For Drunk Drabbles Vol. 2, I give you 23: Is this a date? Of course, give me a LeviHan story!

mwah!!

Hey Sailor my Beautiful Bestest Bestie 🥰❤️

Thank you so much for your request!!! I'm sorry I didn't reply earlier but I'm a [painfully] slow writer!

How was Seoul? You must be exhausted by the past week's work there, so I hope my little drabble will help you relax 😘

Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is linked to my previous Levihan drabble Dumbstruck.

Drabble prompt 23 "Is this a date?"

Night Out

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Moblit Berner

Wordcount: 1530 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / swearwords / mention of alcohol

She had been babbling for twenty minutes now, sipping her cocktail through a straw every once in a while. Not even bothering to reply, he was absentmindedly looking at her glass. It was still half filled with a sugary liquid of a disgusting shade of pink and he wondered how in hell people could ever order such revolting pig piss.

Levi lifted his cup with a sigh, took a sip of hot tea and checked his watch. He should have told her to shut the fuck up, but her incessant chatter distracted him from the tension that gradually built up in his stomach. The queasy feeling had subsided as soon as the young woman sitting down next to him had started a conversation, bringing him some relief.

Slightly annoyed by the high pitched tone of her voice, he shifted on his bar stool and briefly glanced at her. She stopped her tiresome babbling only to drink another sip of her candy cane martini, licking her red lips in an attempt to seduce him before smiling flirtatiously. 

Her purpose was obvious but Levi was startled nonetheless when she dared to put her slender hand on his forearm. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, starting to lift her hand as he leaned over to reach the blonde's ear.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he whispered in a husky voice.

She pressed her body against his, her smile widening as she cooed: "sure!"

"Good, I was saving that seat for a friend!" he deadpanned, dropping her hand on the counter as he released his grip on her wrist.

The young woman's face twisted in anger and contempt. She grabbed her purse in no time and stormed out of the bar, leaving him both guilty and relieved. The past half-hour had been such a pain in the ass, but no doubt he had crossed a line talking to her like that. What the hell was wrong with him today?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and checked his watch again. Of course they would be late. How could today be different from any other day? Getting engulfed in their work was Hange's second nature and today was no exception, no matter what his invitation for a drink implied this time.

The knot in his stomach weighed heavily again. His mouth was as dry as a desert and his throat tightened so much he had trouble swallowing some imaginary saliva. The longer he waited, the more nervousness got him and he was muttering an incoherent plea for this torture to end soon when the door bell rang.

A gust of cold wind rushed through the bar as Hange abruptly pushed open the door and stormed into the lively room. Levi rolled his eyes as his friend waved to him, shouting his name over the hubbub, their usual toothy grin plastered on their face. The corners of his lips were starting to lift in a faint smile when he noticed that Hange was holding someone's hand.

Levi froze.

A heavy load seemed to fall in his guts. His lips pressed tight briefly, but quickly he regained composure and his face was soon expressionless as usual.

Fuck! Hange had dragged Moblit with them! Why were they hanging out with their assistant? Working together all day, sometimes all night as well - he gritted his teeth at the thought - wasn't that enough for them?

He crossed his arms over his chest, his silver gaze boring through the poor man as Hange pulled him roughly through the crowded bar.

"Oi Levi! Don't mind Moblit joining us, right?" Hange blurted out cheerfully. 

Moblit faintly nodded to Levi, obviously uncomfortable around him.

Levi turned away from them.

"Bold of you to assume I would say yes to begin with, Four-Eyes!" he replied with irritation. "But now you decided it all on your own, he might as well stay I guess."

"C'mon Shorty! The more the merrier, right? Do you always have to be so dramatic? Just don't make a big deal out of this, will you?" Hange said.

"I told you it's fine, which word did you not understand?"

Hange turned towards Moblit and sneered: "Mr Grumpass over here has the worst case of resting bitch face known to man, but he's a softie deep inside, right Levi?"

Rolling his eyes, he grunted and leaned to the bartender. "Two beers and…" he turned to Moblit. "What do you drink?"

The young man seemed fascinated by the tips of his shoes but mumbled a vague reply, his face blushing under Levi's look. He had been feeling the short man's unwonted hostility since his arrival.

"Two beers and a whisky neat then, please," he ordered.

Levi grabbed the bottles and Moblit his own glass and they sat at the table a group of noisy students just left. Hange took off their worn out coat, randomly threw it on their chair and headed to the bathroom.

Only swallowing sounds filled the awkward silence between both men as they took a sip of their drink. Time seemed to stretch as they waited for Hange to come back.

"You...you seem to be…in a…in a worse mood than usual today, Levi." Moblit found the courage to break the heavy atmosphere, the end of the sentence stumbling out of his mouth in a hurry. "Are you alright?"

Levi averted his gaze. "Nothing unusual, don't worry about that," he replied in a breath.

Moblit's fingers fidgeted over his glass. His eyebrows seemed to knit as he was deep in thought.

"I saw it, you know…" he said after a pause. "When we stepped in earlier."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Levi glanced nervously to the bathroom door every once in a while, his knuckles whitening as he tightened the grip on the beer bottle.

"I noticed that you almost smiled when Hange came in, but your face soured as soon as you saw me."

Moblit paused for a few seconds again, his eyes still dived into his glass.

"So I'm asking you what's wrong today, because I never ever saw you so angry with me!" he finally let out sheepishly.

Levi rubbed his face, ran his hand through his hair and let out a long, weary sigh. Leaning over the table, gesturing to get Moblit to do the same, he finally asked in an infuriated whisper: "the fuck are you doing here? Why didn't Hange come alone?"

Taken aback, Moblit gasped: "they said you planned to have drinks together tonight and they invited me. As a friend."

Anger still filled Levi's low voice.

"Why did you accept? Now you ruined it all, dumbass!"

Moblit choked on a sip of whisky and coughed.

"What do you mean, Levi? How could I refuse? I thought Erwin and Miche would be here as well but I don-"

Moblit stopped and his eyes widened comically as he came to a logical conclusion.

"Holy sh-shit... I'm sorry to ask this but…is this a date?" he squeaked.

As Levi opened his mouth to reply, Hange rushed over to them and, as graceful as a hippo, sank into their chair with a relieved sigh.

"Oi! How are you doing guys? Talking about me?" they said with a dorky grin.

"We were starting to worry, Four-Eyes!" Levi scoffed. "Man, how long of a shit were you taking anyway?"

Hange burst out laughing: "oh, long enough to get the job done, thank you for asking!"

Moblit had been stunned for years by their constant, almost always disgusting bickering, mostly based on poop jokes and mean nicknames. But today he couldn't believe this banter may have become a sick way of flirting, at least from Levi's part.

Fucking weirdos.

He finished his drink in one gulp and put his glass on the table a little too heavily. The young man suddenly cleared his throat, interrupting the stream of gross jesting flowing between the two, drawing Levi's irked attention to him.

Hange's boisterous laughter faded away as they also turned to look at him. 

"I…I have to…to go now," he uttered sheepishly.

As he got up, pushing back his chair with an unpleasant screeching, Hange grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Where do you think you're going?" they asked. "Don't leave me alone with Shortstack over here, he's literally pouring his shit-talking down on me!" They winked and grinned as Levi rolled his eyes.

Hange looked up at him with their legendary pleading puppy eyes."Stay with us Moblit, we only just got started! It'll be so much fun! Please, please, please, please!!!"

Moblit briefly glanced at Levi and a shiver of dread instantly ran down his spine as he met his sharp grey look.

"I'm…I'm…s-sorry, Hange, I…I really have to…to go now." A pearl of cold sweat made its way down his face. 

"I'm…I'm supposed to see…er… Nifa later and I…I need to take a shower first! Have fun and...and…well, see you tomorrow at the lab Hange!"

Before his friend tried to stop him from leaving again, he hurried out of the bar as Levi watched him go, a smug smirk on his face.

Hange was right: they had just got started.

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Thank you so much to my Darling Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for beta/proof reading 😘

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Drabble Challenge / Squad Denial

DRAW OR DRABBLE IT IN YOUR STYLE!!!

Original post here

Congratulations Giulia @giuliadrawsstuff & thank you so much for giving us the opportunity to write a few drabbles of Levihan cuddling!

Here's my humble contribution, I hope you'll enjoy it!

Also a huge shout-out to Terra @dont-f-with-moogles & Sailor @sixpennydame for beta reading & their kind support!!

Dumbstruck

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x NB!Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1062 approx.

Modern AU / non-binary Hange / nsfw / swearwords

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The warm summer breeze caressed their face as the swallows chirped loudly outside. The early morning sun darted through the waving curtain, randomly staining the messy sheets with light spots.

As they opened their eyes, face still snuggled up into the pillow, Hange wrapped their naked body tighter in the soft white bed cloth and felt so cozy that they were likely to stay in bed. But the noisy birds wouldn't let them sleep in.

Lifting their head, their still blurred gaze swept the room. Hange took a deep breath as they tried to figure out where that delicious lavender scent was coming from and where the hell they were.

The scent was oddly familiar though, filling their nose as they stretched their slender limbs and inhaled deeply again.

All was quiet around them.

Reaching for the bedside table and fumbling for their glasses, they put them on to finally display what was around them. Their mouth agape, stunned by the connection their brain cells suddenly made between what they smelled and what they saw, the faintest shade of pink showed up on their cheeks when the realization dawned: it was Levi's bedroom.

Memories of last night? None. How they ended up in Levi's bed was a complete mystery. 

However, what they had done together in this very bed was crystal clear. The mere thought of it had had them cackling in the dumbest way when they heard muffled sounds coming from the kitchen. 

Reluctantly getting out of bed, Hange grabbed their clothes spread out all over the floor. Heading for the door, they shimmied into their tank top and tripped as they clumsily put their shorts on.

One hand on the doorknob, Hange took a deep breath to try and regain composure.

A whiff of fried bacon and black tea welcomed them as soon as they opened the door. Their heart pounded uselessly fast and loud, echoing in their ears and pulsing in their throat. Their mouth was dry as chalk whilst their hands, ironically, were slippery with sweat.

Hange climbed down a flight of stairs to reach the kitchen, but paused to admire the breathtaking sight that suddenly stopped them on their way. They leaned against the doorframe, lifting their shaking fingers to slide their glasses up their nose.

Hange held back a gasp as they saw Levi's bare back displayed in all its glory a few steps from them. He wore nothing but green boxer shorts that highlighted his muscular figure. Unaware of their gaze , he was focused on cooking scrambled eggs, sipping his tea every once in a while.

Hange's eyes lingered on the beautiful tattoo that covered most of his upper back, muscles rolling under his pale skin with every move. Their eyes widened, they gulped and licked their dry lips involuntarily as they stared at Levi in awe.

A huge grin blooming on their face, Hange finally closed the distance between them and wrapped their arms around Levi's torso. They pressed their body tighter against his and kissed him in the crook of his neck. Levi closed his eyelids and tilted his head at the sensation, exposing more of his skin. They began to trace wet kisses up and down his neck, drawing muffled moans from him. 

Hange's hands gently stroked his chest in the meanwhile, making him shiver with every brush over his nipples.

Levi got rid of his cup of tea on the counter and turned around to face Hange, taking them in his arms, his face nuzzled in their messy hair, his warm breath on their neck. He held them tight, but they managed to slide one hand down to grab his ass while the other slipped under his boxers over his hardening dick as he started to trace their earlobe with his tongue and he…

"Smells delicious in there! I'm starving!"

Miche, Levi's roommate,  sprang out of nowhere, bumping past Hange as he walked through the doorway towards the kitchen.

Wait, what?

Hange shook their head to get rid of the fog that remained there, still dizzy after the warm embrace they shared wi... Wait! It wasn't real, was it? In the blink of an eye, something weighed heavily on their heart. The whole thing was just a dream after all?

Dumbstruck, they glanced at Levi, then did a double take.

He was still standing before the stove, a cup of tea in one hand, a spatula in the other. However the warm softness of his skin lingered on their lips so vividly that Hange blinked in utter disbelief.

Then Erwin entered the kitchen too, a smirk on his handsome face as he swiftly glanced at Hange's flustered features.

"What a night, Hange! What a night!" he said as he crossed the kitchen to join Miche at the table with a cup of coffee.

"How come you slept on the couch, Levi? I bet something went wrong at some point" Erwin added as he sat to sip his coffee.

Levi snorted, dishing up bacon and scrambled eggs on four plates before replying, his tired eyes frowned with apparent annoyance.

"Just ask Four-Eyes over there! This fucking weirdo was -once again- rambling about their science shit and next thing I know I was standing outside of my own fucking bedroom with only my boxers on!"

Erwin and Miche didn't even try to hold back their mocking laughter and inquiring glances.

Those sons of… Well, getting mad at them was pointless, Hange guessed. More importantly there was this whole Shorty/Four-Eyes situation.

Levi had to be really furious to spit out the longest sentence they ever heard coming from him. What did they do last night? Why did they drive him out of his room? Hange was still standing in the doorframe, their eyes meeting Levi's across the table where he sat now, eating his breakfast.

Of course his usual resting bitch face gave them no clue whatsoever about the situation and they felt helpless as they roamed their brain out in search of memories.

"I'll go take my shower first," Levi said as he got up from his chair and put his plate in the kitchen sink. "Don't want to go to the bathroom after you, pigs!"

Leaving the kitchen, he leaned towards a still paralyzed Hange as he walked past them, whispering in their ear "you have no idea what you missed last night, Four-Eyes".

The description of Levi as Hange sees him in this drabble is inspired by this fanart 😏 Enjoy!

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Peace

A Hange x Levi fan fiction

Preview:

The moon shone, bright and blue through an open window of a small wood cabin. The strong smell of fall leaves rushed in through the window, past dark wood. Rustling leaves echoed through a small front room of the cabin, filling its silent void with the gentle ambiance of the countryside. Yellow fields surrounded the house, swaying in the grayscale of night, breathing the fresh air of autumn. The breeze swept through the room jostling a stack of papers that hands had carefully placed across the table. Thin sheets of writing flew from the table, headed towards the ground before a strong hand caught them. Calloused fingers lightly pinched the parchment, collecting them neatly as the wind died down.

A soft chuckle escaped the lips of the man who caught the papers, “Don’t want to go losing these do we shitty glasses?”