#levihan brainrot

[dreamlessidiot]

✨️LeviHan✨️

Even the colors match.

Artwork is not mine.

[warm-starlight]

Thinking of Levihan in squid game.. Levi being the player and Hange one of the staff members. They secretly root for him.

[lady-kalila]

Levi angry with Hange

Levi: 😤😡😠🤬

Hange:*places all his tea tins on the top most shelves*

[sootyfeathers]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Levi Ackerman is Bad at Feelings, Levi Ackerman Needs a Hug, levihan - Freeform, One Shot, the brainrot returneth, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pre-Return to Shiganshina Arc (Shingeki no Kyojin), Anxiety, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

A cold night after a long mission has Levi feeling more exhausted than normal, both physically and mentally. After failing to convince both Hange and himself that he’s fine, he ends up staying the night with her. Stupidly, tenderly, both let their true feelings slip.

[autumndory]

Hiiii!I'm so excited for your new story and I can't wait! I'm totally addicted! ughhh the passion, the anger, the jealousy, the longing, the yearning... I'm just wondering when you'll release episode 6 so we can worship it

Hi, anon! Thank you so much for reaching out.

Ch. 6 is almost done, and I hope to release it this week if no inconveniences arise.

Thank you for your patience and for reading the story as well.

[mxanigel]

I can't stop thinking about the trial-and-error approach Hange would take to ensuring Levi's home and tea shop are wheelchair accessible

"Steps won't do. You need a ramp! I'll build one~"

<later, after Levi narrowly avoids crashing into a wall>

"Huh. It didn't look that steep."

"You didn't test it before asking me to try using it?"

"Nope!"

"I'm not your test dummy."

"Then let me borrow your chair and I'll test it!"

"Only if you promise to return the chair in one piece."

"Does it have to stay in one piece the entire time?"

"Hange. Breaking it and then fixing it doesn't count."

"Awww~"

[heliocentricsunflower]

yall know how levi said see you later to hange? well imagine an au where levi, through the magic of i made it up, is immortal and he finds hange in every one of their lives and reincarnations

[dreamlessidiot]

This sounds like LeviHan at the beginning of their relationship.

As a former criminal from the Underground, Levi was certainly a teryfing to almost everyone around him. ✨️That scowl✨️. That menacing look. ✨️The brooding, dark and mysterious✨️. He definitely has blood on his hands. His skills with swords leave everyone in awe.

✨️Enter Hange✨️. With her: "You were freaking awesome. Pretty please tell me your secret about your skills with the odm gear. Let's be friends".

Levi tries to push her away. Scare her away.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, Hange is not afraid of him. It's not easy to get rid of her.

She's persistent. ✨️Stubborn✨️. Unbearable. Irritating. ✨️Irritatingly unbearable✨️. Loud. ✨️Unbearably irritating✨️. Talkative.

Sometimes Levi even wants to strangle her.

And then suddenly at some point all this irritation turns into habit. Into tenderness. Into familiarity.

And the rest is history.

Person A: "I'm not scared of you!"

Person B: "Never did I think I would hear someone boasting about their poor self-preservation."

[faerielleart]

honestly it’s such a funny coincidence that whenever something catastrophically shitty happens in my life i gravitate towards this fandom

my grandma died in May 2020, a little after I tumbled into full levihan brainrot, made this blog and began posting my silly art

i went on hiatus both for an art block (caused by hate comments, i won’t lie) and for my studies, then i found myself running back here, with renewed brainrot, after my dad had a stroke

perhaps it is me trying to run away from real life and find shelter in this little bubble i created in this community, the friends i made, the content we share and the respect and praise we have for each other

still, i am so thankful for this fandom. maybe we can call it trauma-bonding haha but yeah

my dad is getting heart surgery to close up the area that likely caused the stroke, and it’ll be very very soon, perhaps even this weekend if we get called in, and i am terrified, though i can’t show it, i haven’t shed a tear since my birthday on April 13th, which is when my dad got the stroke (i know, great way to celebrate my birthday) and i must be “emotionless” for my dad because he is like an innocent child atm and i can’t scare him, but also for my mama because she is fragile and in pain and truly exhausted, and i must take away her burden and bear it myself, i can handle it, i am on autopilot

i am truly scared, but it will pass, life goes on, it’s silly of me to be scared of something before it even happens and i should not let my fears send my brain into a spiral of negativity and worst case scenarios

these are just my late night ramblings, sorry to bring negativity on your dashboards. just treating my blog like my personal diary heh

take care everyone, i love you and i am grateful you exist

angie 💜

[aiyanakopa]

hi! for the art asks:

2) 5 favourites of your own work?

21) Weirdest thing you've ever drawn?

and for the fun of it: 25)Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

thank you! 😊

thank you for sending these! 💕

2. 5 favourites of your own work?

they always change tbh! but right now I'll go with these:

specifically this sketch of hange and nifa from my hange squad post

mildly spicy levihan

veteran trio riding their horsies

my first levihan sketch page (which is looking a little rough now but I hadn't had so much fun drawing in ages so it's very dear to me)

and to break up the aot brainrot a bit, daisuga with the karasuno first years

there's also a bunch I really like that I haven't actually posted yet 👀

21. weirdest thing you've ever drawn?

oh I've got plenty of weird stuff hiding in the deep recesses of my old hard drives, but mostly just in the sense that I drew it when I was 12 and now I find it cringe 💀 the most fun one though is a ponysona of robin lord taylor (the actor) that I drew as a gift for a friend from DA who really liked him (and from memory I think they ended up getting a plushie made based on it?)

25. based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

I wish I had actual examples but my browser likes to clear my history after a while and I've been BUSY 😭 based on the references I had to search for my last post they'd probably assume I'm having a kid or that I'm getting into gardening

also it's very fun to look at my search history on my ipad specifically bc I only use it for art, so it ends up being like. 20 searches in a row of the same fucking 3 anime characters (I'm sure you can guess which ones) and looking at that you might also think I'm a little unhinged

[sunflowersunite]

✍️ fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛

Thank you for that, swordslinger!

I've written fics for a bunch of fandoms, but I don't think any of them touched me as deeply as aot, so here are my top five aot fics (in chronological and not preference order because that would take centuries)

If this is my last night with you (hold me like I'm more than just a friend) : during the dancing and the drinking at the refugee camp, Eren and Mikasa sort of express their feelings for one another. I consider this canon compliant because it happened but once again Isayama was too shy to draw it, he told me. (Jokes aside the scenes at the camp were presented in snippets, so in my head, Eren and Mikasa kissed but they've forgotten all about it because they were drunk out of their minds)

2. flowers in your heart: a character study of Annie, set after the end. Melancholic with a whole lot of metaphors and abstract concepts (like visualization of nightmares). It's mostly about Annie, but the main relationship is Annie & Reiner, because you cannot convince me that they haven't adopted each other as siblings.

3. alone together: a Levihan oneshot where I did a study on their loneliness and their relationship. Because somehow, they're both alone and together in the canon (it's because they keep pushing their feelings aside). Again, with abstract concepts and such.

4. to live: sort of a Levihan enemies to lovers villains AU where they've been sent out to kill each other.

5. Where My Monsters Like to Hide: a collab with @quillsandblades which started from a fanart which caused serious brainrot. Basically the aot world is in a WW2 environment slash situation, and if that wasn't enough, vampires have started showing up. Hange doesn't believe in that, of course, as she is a person of logic, but then she comes across a very vampired Levi. What's a lady to do other than take him in and blackmail him into helping her with a nation wide conspiracy.

Also there are Eren and Armin, who are determined to protect their vampire Mikasa at all costs.

[tsxmu]

Everything about this was so cute. This is what I want too :(((

Levi knowing everything about hange, every little movement, every little detail is so sweet. Him being able to learn about hange while others still struggle to get on her pace is adorable.

Hange repeatedly grabbing Levi's hand and dragging him about and Levi indulging her by following her about was soft too.

Everybody assuming that they're together even proved how comfortable and happy they feel around each other. The way he watches her while she's planning how to get marie and Erwin together man :(

And by the end after Zeke, once again, tried making moves with hange. I love how no words were needed, neither when Levi said they're dating and dragged her off and when they kissed because they just know. They just know each other too well. They may as well be one.

A Levihan fic based on the post by @devoteurheartlh

(I think I took the hand-holding too far)

With Us, it's Simple

‘C’mon Levi!’ Hange’s excited shout rises above the hubbub of the crowd, and he rolls his eyes. When will shitty glasses learn to behave in public? She sprints in the room as if she’s in a fucking amusement park and not her boss’s party. But maybe he can let it slide just this time as her boss also happens to be their best friend, Erwin. In an interesting turn of events, she ended up working for him almost two years ago and bringing the three of them together for the first time since their graduation. Levi was glad it worked out like that, he’d missed Erwin. 

Four-eyes shouts something about wanting to introduce him to all her colleagues and he internally groans. Why did he even agree to come with her in the first place? 

Without giving him a chance to backtrack, she seizes his hand and pushes him into the chatting crowd. He feels her hand wrap around the base of his palm, her fingers brace over his wrist, in a way he’s learnt that she’s feeling excited because her grip is tight but not too tight, like she’s carelessly letting her excitement seep into her actions. She drags him, he follows helplessly. Just like he has for almost ten years now. 

She stops in front of a sleepy looking dark-haired woman and introduces her as, ‘This is Pieck! We’re best buddies, Levi!’

He smacks her head, ‘Oi! Aren’t we best buddies?’

She laughs and leans into his shoulder, ‘Oh Levi, you’re jealous?’

‘Shut up. Why the hell would I be jealous?’ And he turns to walk away but she’s still holding his hand and yanks him back just as quickly. 

‘Don’t worry shorty,’ she winks at him. ‘No one’s taking your place. It’s special.’ 

And he feels irrationally warm at those words. But he doesn’t let himself mull over it; it’s simply one of the things Hange does and he’s come to accept the fact over the years that his body has a weird way to respond to her little statements and gestures. 

Pieck gives them a charming smile and her eyes flit to their connected hands, ‘So you’re Hange’s boyfriend?’ 

She drops his hand and barks out a laugh, ‘What even made you think that? We’re just friends, silly.’  

‘Really?’ Pieck arches a brow.

‘Yeah,’ Levi confirms. ‘For ten years now.’ 

The woman hums in a way that screams she would beg to differ, but if Hange notices she doesn’t dwell on it and Levi follows suit. Both women continue to talk and Levi throws in his own comments when Pieck mentions how challenging it is to work alongside Hange Zoe. She knows nothing. He’s been going through her shit for far longer, at this point he can actually consider himself an expert in Hange’s behavior and mood. And that’s saying something because according to everyone, she’s too damn unpredictable to be figured out, and whenever he hears that Levi allows himself a tiny whisper of a smile as he has her almost completely figured out. Almost completely meaning ninety eight percent. He’s still working on that two percent.

Soon Hange’s dragging him away once more, but her fingers now curl hesitantly around his in a manner that says she’s stuck over something in her mind. He jerks her back, ‘What?’ he asks. 

She gets him without needing much words, shrugs off the thoughtful look from her face and straightens her shoulders. ‘Nothing.’ 

She turns around and leads him to more people. 

The night progresses in more or less the same way, laughter tinkles and glasses of champagne clink, soft lighting of the room morphs around them.  Almost every person they come across mistakes them for a couple. They brush it off, they’re used to it. 

Erwin meets up with them soon. 

‘So, how’s the host doing?’ Hange asks, jabbing an elbow into his crisp suit. 

He chuckles and hands over some drinks to them from a waiter passing by. They sit and talk, about everything and anything and stuff friends talk about. 

‘I see you two haven’t broken the tradition,’ Erwin comments after a bit. 

‘Huh?’ Hange throws him a questioning look. 

‘Still going to gatherings as “platonic dates”?’ he makes air quotes at that, an expression that seems too uncharacteristic of him. To the outside eye at least, they both have known Erwin long enough to guarantee that the man has some unexpected sides. ‘When am I gonna see a real couple here?’

‘Oh come on, Erwin!’ Hange snickers. ‘Not you too. You should know, of all people, that we’re just really close friends. I mean, I’m the same with you and Mike.’ 

‘I don’t see you asking me out for parties. But you’ve been doing that with Levi since we were in high school.’  

‘Exactly,’ she points out. ‘He’s used to it. Besides,’ she nudges him playfully, ‘he’s more fun.’

Levi rolls his eyes. Erwin gives him a long, calculating look and he responds with his trademark bored stare. Sure his words made sense but Hange was right, there wasn’t anything like that between them. 

(He chooses to conveniently ignore all the instances when he felt his heart hammer in an odd way, or color rise to his cheeks, or had this weird, warm and giddy feeling in the presence of four-eyes that said he would be happy to stay with her, in whatever place they were together, forever)

‘You know I believe when we’re in love with someone, we try to read into all the miniscule actions, expressions and words of that person,’ Erwin sips his drink. ‘We learn them by heart, like a language. To the point we even know what a certain flick of their brow means.’ 

Levi is silent. Staring into the swirling gold in his glass. 

‘Are you implying something?’ He speaks up without looking at him. 

‘I think I’m in love,’ he replies softly. ‘You remember Marie? I met her again.’ 

Hange’s eyes widen, ‘Oooh, really?’ 

She sits by the edge of her seat, bouncing lightly, all excitement. Marie was another friend from High School. Erwin falling in love is new, so Levi pushes aside any doubtful thoughts to focus on their words. 

‘It turned out we live across from one another,’ Erwin is saying. ‘And she was just too eager to catch up when we met.’ 

Hange’s marveling at the way life throws people back at each other and giggling while thinking about how she can make Marie fall for Erwin. He laughs at her ridiculous plans and Levi feels a tug at his own lips as she chortles. 

While she continues to ramble, Erwin shoots him another look. One that says his previous words were certainly meant for him. Levi just looks away and drowns his glass of champagne. 

Erwin excuses himself after a while as he spots some people. Hange jumps up immediately, ‘Let’s dance.’ 

‘Hell no.’

‘Don’t be a grump Levi,’ she sings out and clamps her hand around his, insistent. She tugs, he resists. She tugs again and soon he’s out of his seat and they’re moving between bodies and Hange’s laughter is loud in his ears and her cheeks are red, a red that he wants to lean forward and brush his thumb over. She’s moving with the beats and urging him to do the same. He halfheartedly mirrors her and she snorts. 

Then the music shifts, gentle melodies twist through the air. 

And Hange pulls him close with the lull of the song. Her smile is radiant. Her forehead leans against his and she grabs both of his hands. Their eyes fall shut. Her thumbs rest softly around his own, the rest of her fingers encircle his knuckles in a gentle, unperturbed hold. 

She’s happy, he concludes. 

He knows it from the way her fingers press into his skin and wrap around his hand. He’s come to learn it all with time. 

She hums along as they sway, lost in the rhythm of their hearts. He feels her getting closer and snaking an arm around his waist. He pulls back his face and looks at her. 

Levi is pretty sure he doesn’t need glasses. Last he checked, his eye site was perfectly fine. So he doesn’t really understand why the lights, the colors and people seem to have blurred out around him and the only thing he can focus on is Hange’s face which holds an odd expression. 

She’s not quite smiling, not frowning either. It’s like her eyes are hanging between confusion and revelation. He can see the rapid color gathering in her cheeks. Her lips part to shape words she has yet to say, and Levi feels a knot of anticipation wind in his gut. Thoughts hang at the tip of her tongue but she hesitates ever-so-slightly. Then she says, 

‘Do you know Axolotls can regrow their limbs.’  

Levi blinks. 

He knows that’s the last thing she was gonna say. She’s no longer gazing at him, instead she guides them around other couples dancing. 

‘So can starfish,’ Levi grunts at her. 

She chuckles, ‘Yeah, but Axolotls are cuter. I wanna study their regeneration process once I’m done with my current project.’ 

Levi hums. There’s still something hanging between them, almost tangible. 

‘You know there are possibilities to enhance human tissue healing or regeneration through such studies. There’s a lot to discover in this direction.’

‘I’m sure you’ll end up finding some weird shit or other.’ 

‘D’you think Erwin will allow me to bring in live specimens to the lab?’ 

He shrugs, ‘Only if he thinks it’s worth it.’ 

He cuts off her next words by suddenly twirling her around, and maybe she’s had a lot to drink so she loses her footing and stumbles backward without warning, brown eyes wide. 

Instinctively, he leans to steady her, arm around her back. Their torsos crash against each other and he finds his face inches away from hers. She looks startled, mouth half open and glasses sitting low on her nose. Her face gets a deeper shade of red, or maybe it’s just the light playing upon her cheeks. He can feel the thrum of her heart in his chest. 

‘Hange . . .’ he murmurs, not sure what he longs to say. 

Her eyes glide over his features. She opens her mouth, ‘I . . . I—uh—’

She slips out of his grasp and crashes to the floor as someone bumps into them. 

‘Oi!’

‘Sorry!’ the man calls out over his shoulder. 

But Hange’s already standing up, dusting herself and moving in the other direction, ‘Sorry I—I think I need a glass of water,’ she mumbles hastily, and all but runs away from him. He sighs and makes his way to a quieter corner. 

‘Hello there, young man,’ a voice beside him makes him turn. An elegantly dressed, elderly lady is sitting on a sofa— probably someone’s mother. She smiles at him, ‘Hope you don’t mind asking me, but how long have you been married?’ 

‘Married?’

She nods, ‘Ah you see, I was just a tad bit awed at seeing how true love can be found even today. You were dancing with your wife just now, right? You both seem very fond of each other.’ 

He finds it hard to say it around the gentle look she gives him, but he pushes the words out anyhow, ‘We’re not married.’ 

‘Oh,’ her face falls. Then she smiles again. ‘But still very much in love, yes? I can see that at least, and I tell you my eyes never lied in the matter of hearts.’ 

Levi swallows, not knowing what to make of this. But that’s when he spots Hange in the distance. A tall blonde man is talking to her, but even from far away Levi can see how her posture is tense. He excuses himself and rushes to her side. 

‘. . . was thinking it would be a delight,’ the blonde was saying. He wore round glasses and his beard took almost half of his face. 

Hange replied something distractedly. 

‘Oi, where were you?’ he comes to stand beside her and lightly smacks her shoulder. 

‘Levi,’ she breathes it out almost like an exhale of relief. Then points at the Beard, ‘This is Zeke, we work in the same department. Zeke, meet Levi.’ 

Zeke offers him a neutral smile, eyes piercing into him. He nods in return. 

‘I’ve been looking for you for quite some time, Hange,’ the blonde turns his attention towards her. ‘I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.’ 

Hange laughs out a fake sound, ‘I would never miss Erwin’s party.’ 

‘Of course,’ he smiles widely and his gaze travels over her from head to toe. Her hand creeps out to Levi, fingers lacing through his, pressing the tips hard into his flesh. 

She’s anxious. 

‘You look gorgeous tonight,’ The Beard murmurs. ‘Would you spare a dance for me?’ 

‘Um actually I—’ the pressure on his hand increases, a silent plea. 

‘We’re sorry,’ Levi cuts in, not sounding sorry at all. ‘But Hange needed some air after all the dancing. We’re just heading out.’ 

Zeke considers them for a moment, noticing their hands

‘So you’re dating?’ he asks. 

Before Hange can speak, Levi answers, ‘Yeah.’ His tone is rough, as if challenging him. 

When no one says a word, Levi pulls her towards the entrance and they step out into the cool night air. The noises from the inside grow muffled as they both settle on a wooden bench. There’s a wide garden spread in front of them, coloured dark in the shades of the twinkling night. Above them the stars gleam in the sleeping sky. 

Hange leans against his shoulder, ‘Thanks.’ 

‘That asshole works with you?’

‘Yeah, but he’ll be changing departments soon. He’s been trying to ask me out for so long, but honestly speaking, I don’t like his intentions. Plus, he holds some perpetual grudge against Erwin,’ she speaks quietly. 

‘You rejected him then?’

‘Yeah. but I guess he just doesn’t understand the meaning of no.’ 

They fall into silence. A breeze lifts his hair and Hange’s fringe tickles his neck. 

‘Everyone thought we were a couple today,’ She whispers. 

‘Not for the first time.’ 

‘It makes me think, Levi. Why don’t people say the same about me and Erwin or Mike, or you and Petra or Nanaba. We’re all close friends aren’t we?’ 

She faces him, still resting against his side. They’re in close proximity once more, closer than friends should be, but it doesn’t seem to bother either of them. His heart feels simultaneously restless and content—a phenomenon he associates with the presence of Hange Zoe alone. 

‘So you think we’re something more than friends?’ he asks.

‘Everyone says so.’ 

‘Everyone’s opinion doesn’t define what we really are.’

‘No,’ she agrees. ‘It doesn’t.’ 

Then she fully turns to him and he reads in her eyes, a question. He gives the affirmative—and really that’s just how simple it is for them, how simple they are. Clicking wordlessly into place like pieces of a puzzle.  

She tilts forward and their mouths connect in a perfect symphony as their eyes flutter close. He feels her press her lips softly to his own but with a certain pressure, takes a moment to note their chapped surface from the parts where she’s always pulling at them and the lines that map out their contours. She’s kissing him lightly, her movements unsure, almost shy. He can feel her joyful giddiness though, and the telltale lift of her lips curling into the smallest, most softest smile and he—

He just thinks he’ll let it happen for a while. He’ll get plenty of more chances to read into the press of her lips on his and translate what each kiss represents. Learn how she’ll kiss him when she’s sad, or when she’s happy or angry or any other thing. 

For now, he’s at peace with knowing that she loves him. 

She tells him that herself: in the way she holds him close, in the way she laughs against his mouth, and how she touches him. 

And he knows because he has her figured out already. 

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Terra Darling ❤️🌹

Smut Scribbles? Levihan brainrot mode on! How about 13? Levi saying "touch yourself" to Hange [yes, dom!levi for a change hehe] 😈

Love you ❤️ Mwah 😘

Smut Scribbles 13: “Touch yourself.”

Waiting (Modern AU/established relationship/NSFW) Characters: Levi x Hange, Erwin Word Count: 2405 words

For over two weeks, the apartment had stood quiet, clean and decluttered, with every item in its place. The countertops gleamed, the freshly-mopped floors shone, and Levi felt content. But ever since Hange had departed for the other side of the country, excited to assist on a summer programme at a prestigious university, the walls had contained a heavy silence. Hange had taken their mess and laughter and light-hearted chatter with them. They had taken the steps of a well-rehearsed evening routine; all the things that had once made sense to Levi. Now, alone and restless, he cooked meals for two and placed the leftovers in their fridge. He snorted quietly at spurious comments on the television and glanced to the empty space beside him. Compulsively, he tapped at his phone screen and watched Hange’s smiling face illuminate the surface of their low table. In the picture, they were hugging a large Titan plushie so that it obscured half of their body. Their eyes were turned away from him, to where something else had already piqued their attention. Levi sighed. No new notifications. Then again, it had only been five minutes since he had last checked.

From day one, the very moment that Hange’s first message had announced their arrival, Levi had tried to reach them. Often he would sit with a hand clasped to his eyes, uttering an audible sigh as the automated voice invited him to leave a message. On other, less common occasions, and when he least expected it, Levi’s phone would suddenly begin vibrating loudly across the table. In the space of one phone call the apartment felt like home again, rather than three rooms filled with their belongings. The sound of Hange’s voice was like technicolour bleeding through his monochrome existence.

By the end of the first week, Levi had sat scrolling through train times and ticket prices. The one insurmountable obstacle to his visitation plans was getting time off work. Defeated, Levi dragged himself off to bed. Some nights, he would return to the sitting room with a book. Finding temporary peace in his low-back armchair, Levi finally settled into a light sleep.

Other nights Levi would stare at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep rather than permit his mind to wander to the subject of Hange’s current whereabouts; what they were doing and who they were with. It had taken mere days - two in fact - for Levi’s imagination to meander in a more vulgar direction. Bedsheets flung back, he grasped himself with a firm hand. Eyes closed, head sunk against the pillow, the reel of images came to him. Their last time together had been a hurried affair; Levi standing with Hange propped upon the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around his waist. Alone in the darkness of their bedroom, heat rolled over Levi’s skin. He pulled back with quickening movements, his mouth falling open in sweet agony. But it was never enough to pretend that his touch was theirs. Nothing could compare to the press of Hange’s lips; the sensation of their body; the ecstasy that he could only reach with them clenched around him.

Each morning Levi would slope off to the train station. It had become a daily game of endurance, resisting the impulse to remove his phone from his pocket. As his carriage lurched on the tracks, Levi swayed amongst his fellow passengers. Clinging to the rail, his free hand lifted his cell, its screen alight in the morning gloom. No new notifications.

By the end of the second week, Levi’s irritability was driving his colleagues away from his desk. He was, however, content to be left alone. It made it easier for Levi to throw himself into his work or to take a break, unnoticed, and head out onto the terrace of their building. If he was ever asked, Levi gave the excuse that he needed some air. In truth, the roof boasted the best cell signal. It was, unfortunately, an area veiled in cigarette smoke where a small population of staff would gather to gossip. The stench was both faintly nauseating and painfully familiar to him. It reminded Levi of when Hange would sneak a cigarette out on their own balcony at home or down in the car park below the apartment. Of course, he would always chastise them for such a disgusting habit but, for now, he seemed to mind it less.

It was upon this very terrace, at the start of the third week, mid-afternoon, that Levi stared over the rooftops and dark tower blocks of the city. Leaning upon his elbow, he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand. Then the murmurs around him were drowned out by a sudden crescendo of music. It was all Levi could do to prevent himself from dropping his cell phone off the balcony in panic. His finger hovered over the lit screen and then slid across the bar which had appeared.

“Hange…?”

“Sorry I haven’t managed to call until today!” their voice chimed in his ear; a playful arrangement of notes which lifted his heart whenever he heard them. “I managed to drop my phone in the sink. I left it at the store to see if it could be fixed and only just got back with a new one today.”

It was at this that Levi scowled. “Why should I be surprised?”

“Come on, Levi…” Hange whined, ”we’ve both been busy so let’s make the most of this opportunity! Today has been my first chance to take a break and-” They hesitated. “Aren’t you meant to be working now?”

“It’s fine. Erwin’s got bigger things to be concerned with than me ducking out to take a quick call.” Levi folded his arms upon the stone balustrade, phone held tightly to his ear. “So - how’ve you been enjoying your break?”

“I’ve literally just got out of the bath. I called you before I grabbed any clothes.”

“You’re… just sitting around in a towel?” Levi’s tone was huskier than usual. It was on the tip of his tongue to berate them for sitting around in nothing but a damp towel, practically asking to catch a cold, when the other, less chivalrous part of his brain caught up. Levi could not unsee it; Hange perched upon the desk chair in their accommodation, one foot on the seat cushion, the other bare leg tucked beneath them. Their dark, clean, shining hair would be pulled into a messy bun, loose strands falling about their face. The lenses of their glasses would be misted. Perhaps Hange would slide them to the top of their head, pulling back tousled strands of dripping hair from their neck. Levi imagined a bead of water trickling down until it pooled in the hollow of their throat. Close enough for him to lean in and catch it upon his tongue. Levi swallowed.

“Uh… well, technically the towel’s on my head.”

All at once the white towel that he had pictured, a little see-through from its soaked edges, vanished from Levi’s construction. Now he could see Hange’s hair wrapped in it; water dripping onto their bare shoulders. Their skin glistened, the smooth edge of their collarbone shone with moisture. Droplets coursed down the narrow valley of their chest.

“I feel too hot to put anything on… besides, I’m very comfortable right now. Just like this.”

Levi glanced around conspiratorially. A few of his colleagues were standing along from him, stubbing cigarettes out on a metal bin. Levi turned away, only to notice Petra’s red hair as she weaved around a couple of women standing by the door on the left. Surreptitiously he passed the large congregation encircling the bin and took the door on the far right.

“I’m in public!” Levi hissed, striding past rows of work desks until he had arrived in the empty stairwell beyond the office. He drew to a halt by the large floor-to-ceiling window and scraped his shoe upon the topmost stair.

“Why’d you say that, Levi?”

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. His efforts at self-control were failing. How could he keep his mind away from Hange, seated upon that chair, their long, tanned legs stretched out. He could see their hand reaching down; a nail gliding up the inside of their thigh.

“What… you think I’m trying to torment you or something?” Hange laughed. “I just called to catch up! You would know if I really wanted to drive you crazy. I’d only need to mention… the Kitchen Incident.”

They left the words hanging like bait. Levi swallowed again. Of course Hange knew, all too well, that he would bite.

On the morning of their departure, Hange had busied themself with a half-packed bag, whistling, as Levi watched them over his coffee. They had prepared for this; said everything that needed to be said; savoured every inch of each other’s bodies whilst they had the chance. So it had been a simple goodbye, standing in front of the door. Levi had brushed a stray hair from Hange’s jacket. And Hange had mocked him, before holding out their arms. A farewell embrace had turned into a lingering kiss. Then, without warning, Hange’s bag had clattered to the ground, their flask rolling across the hardwood floor. Stumbling footsteps took them back into the kitchen, and then Hange was on the counter top, knees pressed against Levi’s sides. He remembered the feel of them, hot, pliant, their legs wrapped around him. Levi’s tongue glided across the roof of their mouth as he leaned into them. Breathlessly, Hange reached down, their hands fumbling with the button on his trousers. Levi slung them around his knees; Hange’s suit trousers and underwear were flung to the ground. How tightly he had clutched their hips. How urgently and harshly he had fucked them. Hange lay back against the countertop, their feet pressed into his back. Beneath him, they struggled to gasp out his name, only stuttering broken moans. Levi’s quickening thrusts; Hange’s frantic breaths in his ear; the sting of their nails embedded in his skin…

“I nearly missed my train, you know…”

Levi’s breath burned in his lungs. Here he stood, painfully, shamefully hard, whilst Hange was relishing in the effect that they could have on him even at such a distance.

“You’re really asking for it, huh?” Levi’s voice was as dark as smoke. “You fucking wait. The second you walk through that door, I’m gonna bend you over-”

“Levi?”

“Yeah?” Levi covered his cell phone with a hand and lowered it to his side. “Sorry. I’ve got this asshole on the line. Wants to play hardball. I told them that we’re expecting the minimum payment at the least.” His superior eyed him dubiously.

“I never question your intuition, Levi,” Erwin replied approvingly, “...but do remember that this is a charity organisation, not a corporation, and that all donations are gratefully received.”

He turned away. Levi raised his hand.

“...you are getting fucked so hard that you’ll never walk again. Better get used to working from home, Shitty Glasses.”

Erwin had stopped to glance back over his shoulder.

“And Levi, don’t forget our three o’clock. I’ll let you know when they’ve arrived.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” As he watched Erwin’s retreating form, he lifted his phone once more.

“Already, huh Levi?”

“Shut up. What, do you want to get me fired?”

“Fired up.” Hange laughed again. “Anyway, Erwin would never fire you. He loves you too much. And he can do without you for five minutes… right?”

“Five minutes…?”

Hange’s voice dropped to a throaty whisper. “I heard Erwin say three. You’ve got enough time to join me.”

Levi descended to the lower level, crossing the quietened corridor. He had no idea where he was heading. There were still colleagues from the upper floors carrying their laptops and collecting photocopies. No where was entirely safe, secluded…

“How are exactly are you going fuck me? Let’s hear more about that, shall we?”

“Wait-” Levi had arrived at the men’s bathroom; he nudged the door open with his foot.

“You’d better hurry…” There came a rasping giggle. “...I’ve already started without you.”

Levi felt a delicious pull below his abdomen. A dirty picture here and there, with the odd, suggestive message thrown in, had hardly been enough to reignite the fading memories from a few weeks ago. But with Hange’s trembling voice in his ear; knowing they were hot, wet, longing for him…

Levi glanced under the bathroom stalls as he moved along. None bore the shadows of feet beneath them.

“Tell me what you want to do to me, Levi…”

Ravenous. Levi was overcome by hunger for their lips; for the taste of them; the heat of their skin against his. How desperate he was to yank their hair from the roots; lose himself between their legs over and over again…

Levi nudged open another door, disappeared inside and slid the lock in place.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself yet.” Levi shifted his phone to his other ear. His other hand drew down the fastening on his trousers.

“That’s kind of the point-”

“No,” Levi’s voice lashed, despite it carrying no further than a whisper, “not until I say you can.” There came a low crackle down the receiver.

“Put your fingers on your lips,” he commanded. “I…” His pulse throbbed in his throat. “I want to kiss you everywhere. Your mouth, your neck…”

Hange gave a muffled sigh.

“I want to have you up against this stall…” Levi looked doubtfully at the scuffed wall. It was a testament to Hange and his own arousal that he could overlook the questionable cleanliness of his surroundings.

As Levi continued his descriptions, Hange’s shaking breath came louder through the phone. He drew himself out of his underwear and, with a tight grasp, began to pull back in measured strokes as he talked. Eyes closed, he pictured Hange’s long body sprawled out across their bed. He saw himself kneeling before their spread legs, savouring the heat of their thigh against his cheek as he dipped his head…

“Levi?”

There was a crash as Levi’s elbow collided with the door.

“Shit!”

“Understood,” answered Erwin from the other side of the stall, “and I apologise for disturbing you in the middle of it, but our visitors have already signed in at reception.”

[jedinightsister]

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Last song: Into the Storm by Marianas Trench [x] I'm still dipping my toes into MT's new album, but I gotta say this song tends to stand out and cement itself in my mind. Very catchy and has the hallmarks of an MT song that knows to capture my heart- from the vocals, lyrics, instruments, momentum and such.

Last movie: SPY X FAMILY CODE: White. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐. Absolute masterpiece blend of my favorite genres (action-spy-comedy-romance) with lead characters easy to love and root for. The Forgers, you will always have my heart.<3

Currently watching: I have too many ongoing weekly shows lmao. I'll just say I'm still stuck on my Attack on Titan brainrot, even though I finished it a few weeks ago. Love me a philosophical and political show laid out into an action-driven scifi/fantasy realm that manages to stay grounded. Very brutal and depressing and makes the wheels of my mind churn even now, especially with its ending. But I love when a show digs deep and makes me reflect about life and its harsh realities.

Currently reading: Levihan (AOT's Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoe) fanfics. Like I said, the AOT brainrot is strong right now. And their sunshine/grumpy trope energy is overwhelmingly sweet and soft.

Current obsession: ...Attack on Titan and Levihan lol I'm so sorry haha. This is the curse of being a homie with a chaotic multifandom and a tendency to hyperfixate. It helps that the artistic side of this fandom is so active. I feel so spoiled and blessed with fanarts, fanfics, and toy photographies content. It's inspiring and heartwarming, a stark (and much needed) contrast to the show's tone lol.

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[lady-kalila]

I went through my old google docs and came across half written levihan fics and some finished oneshots which I might rewrite, edit and hopefully publish.

I have had so many ideas and so many plots and aus for levihan that at that time the brainrot was brainrotting and never stopped haha.

There was a time I tried to leave the fandom and I deleted my old ao3 account and the stories and my old tumblr that I no longer even remember what I was called haha.

So, if anyone sees my old stories coming up in ao3 and remembers me don't forget to say hi.

Honestly, I'm excited to work on them after I finish my wips of course. It is a journey and going through burnouts sucks.

Anyways, Levihan brainrot forevaaaa!!!

[glassesandswords]

Now that all the levihan posts from my drafts are free, time for Haikaveh brainrot!!!!