#levihan drabble

[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

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Bad Habit

Bad Habit (NSFW) Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 1147 words Canon Universe So, this links a couple of things together… 

Fiercely, Levi yanked Hange’s leg to his heaving chest, lifting her hips up so that he could sink his weight into her. Beneath him, Hange’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his name escaping her in strangled gasp. Insatiable, Levi pushed deeper, more insistently into her. Strangely, he found he was no longer concerned about the noise they were both making.

This felt different to the last time they had been together… That had been a quick, messy, sweaty affair; half-dressed and leaning against a block of straw. Hange remembered the clumsy, desperate kisses; her hair still wet from the rain; her cold lips against Levi’s neck. There had been no time for self-consciousness, for they had only stolen a few precious moments together. Afterwards they had found it hard to look at one another; clawing pieces of hay from tangled hair, hastily buttoning shirts and fastening belts. There had been no time to think about their next meeting, or to question the events which had passed inside the stable… Before she had even acknowledged the line she and Levi had just crossed, Hange had found herself rushing back to the castle with her jacket held up over her head.

But this time, things were different. Hange hadn’t been expecting company that night. It seemed as though hours had passed as she had sat upon the lounge chair in her room, eyes glazed. She had been too exhausted to cry any more bitter tears. Hange stared at nothing; her body bowed forward so that one elbow rested upon her knee. Fretfully, she gnawed upon a bitten-down nail. One ugly thought surfaced, then another rose to take its place. Increasingly wild theories were emerging, leaping over one another; giving persistent chase around her mind. 

A sharp knock had brought her back to her surroundings. Hastily rubbing her face, Hange approached the door. There was Levi, bearing a china cup and saucer. Of course he’d brought tea. Was it a pretence? She had hardly entertained the thought before glancing over his shoulder first one way, then the other up the darkened corridor.

“Did anyone see you?” 

“No…” Levi raised his eyebrows. He held out the cup to her, but did not cross the threshold. Hange turned her back to the doorway. There came the sound of a click.

“You never make two. You didn’t think I’d ask you in, huh?”

Hange coughed out a tearless sigh as Levi set the tea down upon a small, round table. He offered a half-shrug. Hange returned to her chair. Hesitantly, Levi made a brief motion as though he was about to leave again. Instead, with a gentle thud, he kicked off his boots by the door and took a seat beside her.

Seemingly, Hange felt like talking after all. The conversation wound itself in convoluted loops, beginning with the deaths of Sawney and Bean, before meandering through possible theories. First, Erwin’s, which had been the outcome of the little information they had managed to gather. Soon their talk wandered through the labyrinth of Hange’s thoughts; twisting into complications which neither could explain. What would the attacker’s next move be? The expedition teams were leaving tomorrow; it could not be delayed. There were those who knew. There were those who could never know. Hange’s tea had grown cold in its cup, the colour fading from golden brown to milky grey. 

“It’s not just about the titans…” Hange’s voice was hoarse. “It’s…”

She gestured uselessly, buckled under the weight of such weariness. No. It wasn’t grief for Sawney and Bean but the wasted effort. Her heart ached with it; the risk to those lives who had helped to capture the titans. And what was there to show for their preparation and sacrifice? It was all for nothing. Worse, the Scouts were bound to face the same danger all over again if they were to learn anything new.

“I know,” came Levi’s reply, filled with doubtless reassurance.

Exhausted, Hange sank against him. Her cheek rested on the collar of his jacket.

“I know it's more than that. And we’re all just as sorry for it.”

Beside her, he was real and solid and warm. For a moment, the horror of the situation wasn’t entirely insurmountable. They would find the perpetrator, one way or another. Even if it wouldn’t bring the test subjects back. Even if it meant putting even more lives at risk… alas, that was the Scouts’ burden to bear. Hange shifted slightly against him. Her forehead rested against Levi’s chin. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest. As his fingers stroked her hair back from her face, Hange released her breath slowly. Levi had remained still then. Hange turned her head towards him. He did not move away. Then she gently brushed her lips against his.

Everything had happened quickly after that, like a series of choreographed movements. They were learning each other’s patterns, rhythms, inclinations, as though by instinct. Their bodies were no longer strangers to one another. It was suddenly easy to undress each other; safe to lose themselves completely. It was becoming a habit.

Now Hange’s head was pressed into the pillows scattered upon her bed. Her legs were draped over Levi’s shoulders, so slick with sweat that they were slipping out of place. Levi’s hand clutched her ankle firmly. Hange was lost to an all-engrossing heat; one that was building so sharply, so agonisingly close. She hardly noticed when Levi’s fingers threaded through her own, gripping her hands as his thrusts became more desperate. 

Her whole body rocked on a wave of ecstasy. As the sensation crested to its peak, Hange choked out a few incoherent words between her sobs. Heat flared within her. Every muscle in her body clenched. And then, the sting of pleasure was ebbing away. 

Levi’s movements were slowing. His eyes were closed; brow slightly furrowed in concentration; his cheeks flushed. Dark hair stood up, uncharacteristically unruly. Hange’s chest pulled tight. Her hands slid up Levi’s back and into his dishevelled hair. Breathless words left her in a sigh. Levi’s body tensed. He drew back enough to look down at where she lay beneath him. Her eyes were half-closed; face aglow.

She knew he would not answer. Not until he was sure of what he had heard. Both shared the same secret but were too afraid to reveal it.

Hange took Levi’s warm face in her hands. Their lips met silently, softly. She held him there and Levi showed no inclination to draw himself away, or to continue moving against her.  He was still inside her; stomachs pressed together; skin warming one another, as he kissed her again. Their bodies moulded naturally, as though they were made for only this. As though they could remain this way for the rest of their days.   ... Levi x Reader version is here.

I’m taking NSFW prompts 👉 Smut Scribbles

[silvermarig0lds]

LEVIHAN NATION it’s been a long time coming but I have something for yall… (no new art sorry) this is a headcanon that has made itself comfortable in my mind for quite some time now. WARNING VERY CHEESY AND MUSHY

Imagine, post-rumbling, Hange survives and fulfills her cottagecore dreams with Levi, but she frequently gets called to go on business trips to Marley and Azumabito and even other parts of the world to facilitate peace talks. Despite Hange’s incessant requests and their mutual separation anxiety, which developed as a consequence of what happened the last time they stayed apart from each other for a prolonged period of time (cough zeke cough wine cough forest), Levi chooses to remain at home instead of tagging along due to his mobility issues.

Nonetheless, Levi secretly wishes that he can see the world with Hange, and in spite of his attempt to keep up a facade of nonchalance Hange sees RIGHT THROUGH IT. As such, Hange always makes sure to collect souvenirs, snacks, interesting gadgets, tea packets with flavors that Levi has never seen before. and many different kinds of memorabilia for Levi on her trips, in an effort to let him glimpse into what she has been seeing.

On one particular night after an exhausting trip, Hange surprises Levi with a promise ring. She doesn’t know if Levi ever wants to get married, and she doesn’t wish to pressure him, she says. But this is her way of telling him that she is here to stay. Forever.

Levi tears up, and Hange notices that his hands are shaking. She tenses up, unsure if Levi likes the gift or not. But her worry swiftly vanishes when Levi kisses her, all the while smiling against her lips. Her heart soars in delight as she kisses back.

“You idiot,” Levi mumbles lovingly when they break apart.

“I love you.” She giggles as she replies.

“If you wanted to ask if we can get married, you could have just asked.” Levi teases her, to which she replies in surprise. “You want to…?”

“If it’s with you, yes.” He says, in a matter-of-fact tone. The answer is so simple, and yet. “Because I’m in love with you, Four-Eyes.”

OKAY THIS IS VERY CHEESY IM SORRY ANYWAYS I WOULD KILL FOR A FIC LIKE THIS…I JUST LOVE the idea of Levi getting choked up with emotion as Hange presents him with a ring

[ecyr]

That Hange and Levi's fleeting moment, there's more. Probably like this 🥹

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[levmada]

hear me out

back in the underground, whenever levi and co were doing a heist (or you know the day to day activity of running from military police), and levi was on ODM, tasked with finding isabel, her only signal was to shout with her arms raised and bent above her head in a heart shape. doesn’t matter the context. she’s in some trouble? levi or farlan gets the heart signal. it’s morning and isabel is wandering out to greet them? she stretches and gives them both a heart, and yells “MORNIN!” much to levi’s continued annoyance.

so unnecessary, so cheesy, levi is allergic to affection, etc.

but after they died, he still remembered a lot of those moments a lot, but for no reason he can really name. he gets viscerally embarrassed at the idea of doing something so dumb.

hange though never failed to remind levi of isabel in a lot of ways, especially in how silly and upbeat they were, and isabel before she died.

to some degree, hange did die after retaking shiganshina - their spontaneous and carefree spirit mostly extinguished by the trauma, crippling responsibility, and the morbid reality ahead of them.

levi notices, because he notices everything. but levi? - not that great at the whole “cheering up” skill.

but one night, they’re together, and hange is slumped on the couch in their quarters with him. exhausted, but not in the way that can be helped by sleep. it takes, like, a whole fifteen minutes of sitting in relative silence for levi to psych himself up enough to finally, maybe, put what isabel unintentionally taught him to use for the first time ever.

he never imagined he would. but it’s hange.

so he sits up on the couch, back against the side cushion and grumbles their name real shyly. he’s actually nervous. but he’s in too deep to turn back now that hange is giving him an inquisitive look.

so he raises his arms and does the stupid mushy painfully cute heart thing.

their eyes widen, and in a split-second levi decides it’s worth it. because he hadn’t heard them giggle so brightly, or throw their head back laughing like they used to in years.

it looks like this btw:

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

DRAW (AND DRABBLE) THIS IN YOUR STYLE!!! Original post here.

I hope I’m not too late for the party!

Congratulations @giuliadrawsstuff ​ on reaching those milestones, and thank you for gifting our fandom with your presence and your beautiful works  💜 _________________________________________

SFW/Teen And Up Audiences

Wordcount: 1k

The setting autumn sun cast its light over the heavy clouds, tinting the twisted branches and leafy ground in different shades of pink and orange. Robins and sparrows sang lazily into the day-end, as an early owl started its hooting, creating a transitional orchestra that tingled their ears as the cold breeze kissed their bare arms, carrying the earthy omen of rain. Levi stopped in his tracks, head up and eyes closed, and drew in a deep breath.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?” he exhaled, defeated.

“Uh? Of course not! I know exactly where we’re going.” Hange replied, still moving forward.

“You don’t” he defied, feet planted on the same spot. “We’re walking in circles.”

Hange stopped this time, looking back, one eyebrow shooting up in challenge.

“It’s the third time we’ve walked past that rock that looks like Mr. Shadis’ goatee.” He pointed at the mineral cone that reminded him of their college professor. When Levi signed up for the Introduction to Philosophy class, he had no expectations other than getting some much-needed elective credit. It wasn’t in his plans to make new acquaintances, let alone any friends, yet, here he was, hiking with the cuckoo geology major he had gotten to know over several Thursday nights at the university.

“Shit!” Hange cursed, eyebrows frowning as they examined the rock, the serious expression suddenly giving way to a wonderful titter “It does look like his goatee!”

Levi sighed, though, in all honesty, the thing he liked most about Hange was their easy laugh. Paired with their insatiable curiosity and kind heart. Their gorgeous brown eyes, which made any of those precious gems of theirs fade in comparison, weren’t bad either…

Levi cleared his throat. “We should just go back, It’ll be dark soon. You can get your soil samples or whatever another day.”

“Yeah, cool.” Hange replied, absent-mindedly, eyes gazing at a small clearing a few meters away from the goatee rock “But can we eat first?”

“I wouldn’t do that. Looks like it’s gonna rain”, he explained, pointing at the sky, but Hange was already moving to the chosen spot, setting the backpack they usually took to classes on the ground. He followed them, without energy or interest in arguing, after all, it was an opportunity to spend more time with his alluring colleague.

He started working the zipper to get his water bottle and the two granola bars he’d prepared for the short exploration, but stopped as he watched his companion setting their meal. First, Hange stretched a large, flowery tablecloth over the dry grass. Weird. Ok. Then, they started to take an endless parade of tupperwares from inside the bag.

“How the hell did you fit it all in this thing??” Levi asked, flabbergasted after the ninth container emerged from beneath the fabric.

Hange winked “It’s bigger on the inside.

”He couldn’t contain the amused puff that followed their reply. Levi had started watching Doctor Who after he learned the geologist was a fan of the show. It was a good move, as it allowed them to talk about something other than their college disciplines, which kicked off their friendship. Still, almost three months later and Hange had yet to make their move. Maybe the interest was one-sided, after all.

They sat side by side, so close that Levi could pick up on a citric aroma emanating from their shiny, yet messy hair. He was used to the oily smell of their brown locks, but the sudden change was pleasant. It was weird though, for Hange to wash their hair right before a hike.

Their purple sleeveless sweatshirt rubbed against his arms as Hange opened the containers, arranging the food over the ornated fabric in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. Generous bunches of purple and green seedless grapes. Tiny triangular sandwiches, filled with white cheese and leafy vegetables. Chocolate-covered cream cookies. Cakes. Toasts. Pastries Levi whose names didn’t even know. Steam emerged from the Thermos the second Hange removed the lid, the smell of orange and mint slowly being transported to his nostrils. Levi had been meaning to try that blend. He even mentioned it-

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Is this-” he started slow, hesitating as the terrifying thought he might be jumping to conclusions set off loud warning sirens in his head.

“What?” Hange asked casually, still focused on organizing their very romantic-looking meal.

They looked up slowly when Levi didn’t respond. The gorgeous brown gems scanned Levi so intently that it made a shiver run down his spine. He gulped.

Hange sat on their knees, shifting their body to face Levi. He’d never seen them so serious before.

“What?” they repeated.

“Is this a date?” Levi blurted out, inhaling sharply right after.

Calloused hands slid up his cheeks, as Hange brought their faces closer. Levi could feel his skin growing warmer under their fingers, and it wasn’t because of the shared body heat. “If I told you it wasn’t, would you be relieved?” they asked, eyes gazing sweetly into his, a semblance of vulnerability in them.

Levi let his palms fall to Hange’s forearms, caressing the soft skin and making the hairs in there shoot up “I would be disappointed.”

The radiant smile that they offered in response made Levi’s stomach flutter and his heart pound fast against his ribcage. He was hooked, and he didn’t mind it at all.

Levi’s hands moved from Hange’s arms to their waist, pulling them in for the kiss he’d been yearning for so long. He reveled in the feeling of their soft lips against his own, the wet warmness of their tongue asking for access, and the muffled moan they let out once it was granted. Hange’s hand moved to the back of his neck, seeking leverage to deepen the kiss, the other holding Levi in a tight embrace. He could stay in their arms forever.

Soon he felt a cold spot on his arm. Then on his face. On his neck.

“It’s raining!” Hange pointed out, moving to disentangle from Levi.

He held them closer, whispering against their lips “It’s alright. We’re not made of sugar.”

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Special thanks to the lovely Val (@youre-ackermine ) for helping me come up with the idea for this drabble, and to the amazing Terra (@dont-f-with-moogles ​) who sent me an ask for the drunk drabbles challenge with the prompt “Is this a date” which was perfect for this story! 

[free-pancakes]

His Achilles Heel

- a levihan drabble

“We’re in.”

Warm light greeted them at the entrance, twinkling calmly off the crystal chandeliers. As the tall, wooden doors closed softly behind them, Levi clutched his elbow tighter over Nanaba’s arm. Together, they stepped forward carefully into the gigantic anteroom, the dazzling lights nearly blinding them. As their eyes adjusted, they saw a double winding staircase meeting together at the top, creating an arch—a gateway into the giant ballroom filled with people, all wearing glittering masks, making the room even brighter.

Laughter and smiles surrounded them, and Nanaba’s eyes sparkled at the sight—the sheer beauty of the room could make anyone’s jaw drop.

But not for Levi—it was eyes and mind on the mission, as always.

Nanaba had crushed the heel of her silver stiletto into Levi’s foot.

“Ow, what the hell?!”

“Lighten up, will ya?” she muttered under her breath, Levi answering her with a scowl.

As they turned the corner, they put on their masks for the masquerade ball, blending into the crowd before splitting ways. Intel Miche had gathered for them over the past week indicated which security guards to tail, which ones had keys to the library upstairs and to the wine cellar underneath them all. Levi and Nanaba nodded before disappearing into the crowd.

Levi weaves his way through, his jaw clenching as he pushes by dozens of people, smell of strong perfume and cologne overwhelming his senses. He knew his target guard would be by in just a few minutes so he took the time to gather in his surroundings. He observed a few guards to his right, and had no sign of the dreaded enemy yet, the host and owner of this very mansion, Zeke Yeager. All appeared well and according to plan so far, yet he felt the hairs behind his neck stand right up—the sensation he was being watched.

Levi knew better than to ignore his intuition, and decided to make his way out of the crowd into a quieter hallway, and into the shadows he went. He felt his heart beat faster and took a deep breath. As he crept quietly, the sounds of whispers took him by surprise. Inching forward, Levi peered around the corner, squinting to see the reflection of the next hallway over on the decorative vase nearby.

His heart stopped as he saw the flash of blonde hair—Zeke. Levi ducked back around the corner and suddenly the whispers stopped. Sweat beaded on his brow as steps echoed down the hall toward him, and he kept his nerves at bay as he reached his hand into his pocket, fingers quietly gripping the rough handle of his knife.

All of a sudden, a flash of gold swept past him, a subtle glint of light before him reflecting off lenses of wire rimmed glasses. Levi was so caught aback by her swiftness that he did not even react—how did a human being even get all the way back hear without him hearing it, let alone here right in front of him. As she paused to listen to Zeke’s footsteps, she turned to Levi, her bright but sure gaze staring intently into his, a look that for whatever reason made his heart thump harder in his chest, nerves no longer at bay. She clearly wasn’t on Zeke’s side, thankfully, but Levi definitely didn’t recognize her. With caution, Levi kept his guard but did not fight her.

With a bright and cheery voice that did not match the seriousness in her eyes, this person loudly spoke for Zeke and whoever his fellow henchman was to hear—“Wow, fancy seeing you here again!”

Her ruse didn’t seem to make the footsteps stop. Actually, it sounded as though they started to hurry faster towards the two of them.

The music in the ballroom grew in volume, drowning out the sound in the entire building, making it impossible to know how close Zeke would be. Gritting his teeth, Levi prepared for the worst. With hearing gone, the rest of his senses heightened. First he relied on his eyes, waiting to see movement on the rug below to know how close Zeke could be. He slipped the knife out from his pocket—he couldn’t kill him but something had to happen before his cover would be blown.

Before he could pounce forward a hand grabbed him by the waist. He completely forgot he wasn’t alone. Knife still in hand, Levi spun around by the force and suddenly he felt warmth reach his lips. Glasses pushed up against him, their noses squished clumsily as he was held in a kiss, his hands losing strength—music too loud to hear his knife clatter to the floor, he closed his eyes and the two of them seemed to melt into the party, nothing else on Levi’s mind but the sense of weird safety in that moment.

It felt as though time stopped—but within 2 seconds Levi came back to his senses.

A kiss, something so absurd as a hail mary attempt at distraction, the oldest one in the book. Cracking open his eyes just enough to see, he watched Zeke’s face go red, turning sideways, the looks of the words “sorry, excuse me” on his lips, as he whipped around to walk away hurriedly, shaking his head.

For good measure he held on for another few seconds, before finally breaking away, shoving himself free. All he could do but scream at her, his face hot in anger and her idea of staying under cover, keeping their identities safe from the enemy.

He watched her figure, unable to hear her laughter, but watched her shaking as she giggled, her tall figure clothed in a gold, shimmering gown, her slender arms hugging herself before she could fall over in laughter. Wiping the tears away she smiled at him, Levi only able to give her a confused look, trying hard to make the blush on his face look like it was a result of anger rather than embarrassment.

With that she laughed again, but then rushed away up the stairs. Levi chased after her—she must have been going where he needed to go, and he couldn’t let her.

He ran, almost loosing his way through the maze of corridors, until he found the room, already cracked open. He barged in, closing the door behind him, his back leaning against it. His ears rang, adjusting to the sudden quietness of the room, the music and partying now drowned out behind the closed door.

“What the HELL was that? And who are you??”

She stopped rummaging through boxes for a second and looked up.

“Oh good to see you finally caught up!” she said with a smile and quickly turned back to work.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Levi lunged forward, grabbing her by the inside of her elbow and pulling her away from the exact boxes he was supposed to be finding top secret documents from.

She quickly fixed her glasses and frowned at him.

“Relax, Shorty!”

“What the hell did you just call me—“

“Shorty! Yaknow, cuz you’re pretty short!” She laughed at the upset look on his face. “The name’s Hange! So you can let go of me now!”

He reached to his pocket only to find it empty.

“Calm down, Shorty! Erwin sent me.”

“W-what??” Levi exclaimed.

“He sent me in, supposed to come assist the famous Levi, who knew! He rambled about how our fighting styles might be compatible, and wanted to test it out, blah blah blah—you know much the guy could ramble.”

She went back to sifting through boxes.

“Figured I’d come up with another way out of that situation so you wouldn’t have to stab our target with that knife and blow our cover!”

She chuckled at the memory—“You’re knife’s over there in the corner, by the way! Seems like you forgot all about it once you got the chance to kiss someone. What a cute Achilles heel, huh!”

Levi grimaced at the statement, and went to grab his knife neatly placed on the corner table. He swept his thumb gently across the engraved “K. A.” on the handle.

“Who knew a kiss by humble ol’ Hange Zoe could completely shut down the formidable Levi Ackerman!”

Levi sighed. He could not imagine working on another case with her, but knowing Erwin, he was probably already assigned to missions in the near future. He shook his head and joined next to her to help dig for the papers they came to retrieve.

[bluesylveon2]

Omg!! Thank you so much for sharing your art with us <3 I would like to request Levihan, prompt 05 <3 thank you beautiful human

Hi anon! Sorry for the wait but it is here! First, let me apologize that it has been a year since I wrote Levihan, so the characters may be oc. I tried to capture how they were when I was into Levihan tho. I hope you like it!

Prompt 05.  I’m a pro-athlete at a press conference and I make a comment to my buddy about you because I forgot my mic was on

Note: Modern au (Winter Olympics), fluff, potential for something more, fem Hange

Word count: 1k

Warning: not beta read, possible OC characters, and idk much about the Olympics besides what is on TV/TikTok

The infamous Ackerman siblings. Levi and Mikasa Ackerman, also known as the Monster Siblings, due to their "awakened" abilities the moment their blades touch the ice. 

Two of the greatest Olympic skaters in this generation with a gold medal in ice dancing during their debut year. They even had more medals under their belt from other events.  

Levi Ackerman was used to the attention. The lights and cameras took some getting used to at first. Now, seven years later, Levi could care less about them before their third Winter Olympics. 

The same applied to his little sister, Mikasa, who typically kept a stoic face on camera except when she won. Of course, this meant the world had nothing better to do than get into the sibling's business. Especially now, after their recent win and the gold medals to prove it is shining around their necks. 

"Question for Levi, when are you thinking about retiring?"

Levi's face remained stoic, but he wanted to groan in annoyance. Luckily, for Mikasa's sake, he refrained from it. "Not thinking about it. Next question."

The reporter looked away and turned to Mikasa to address it. Mikasa smiled before rambling on about whatever her answer was. Levi leaned back and internally thanked his sister before letting his eyes wander through the crowd.

There was a tall guy with a horse-like face, another guy with the ugliest bowl cut Levi had ever seen, and a woman eating a plain potato.

Seriously, who let her in her? Levi grimaced as the crumbs fell on the floor. He mentally made a note to increase security for the next press conference and clean that up later. Levi's eyes wandered some more as Mikasa continued about today's performance.

There was a very tall guy with blond hair covering his eyes, a woman with short banana-blonde hair, and another woman. who had-

"The most shittiest glasses I have ever seen."

Many eyes turned to face Levi, including the woman who had the supposed "shitty glasses." His eyes widened slightly as the woman's eyes met his. The woman was not the only person wearing glasses, but her oval-shaped glasses stood out to him for some reason. They were due for a cleaning, too, and Levi had to stop himself from wiping it with his handkerchief. Instead, Levi mentally prepared herself to face the stranger's wrath but was met by the woman grinning wildly. Meanwhile, Mikasa turned to see who her brother was looking at and the woman, connecting two and two together. She cleared her throat and spoke into the mic.

"What my brother means is that everyone here has nice glasses. He has a shitty way of expressing it." She said with a closed-eyed smile. Despite his sister not looking angry, Levi could sense it from where he sat. 

Levi sighed and took a sip of his earl grey tea nearby. 

This was going to be a long day.

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Hange scribbled down her notes gleefully as she reflected on her day. First, her puppies, Sawney and Bean, were the most absolute angels she had ever met. Then she met up with her co-workers to head to the Olympics. Finally, she was noticed by Levi Ackerman. The most famous ice skater of the century! Sure, she was noticed in an abnormal way, but Hange did not mind. Her favorite celebrity acknowledged her, and it could not get any better than that.

"We are going to head out, Hange," Erwin said, and Hange smiled.

"I'm just finishing up, so you can go ahead. See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!" Nanaba replied, and Mike nodded before leaving. 

The center hall was silent, minus a few voices around here and there. Hange was on her last note when she heard footsteps heading closer in her direction.

"Oi, Shitty Glasses."

Hange could not hide her smile, practically ignoring his insult. "Levi! Nice to meet you! My name is Hange. Do you need something?" 

Levi shuffled around awkwardly like he was contemplating what to say. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I should not have said that for the cameras to hear."

Hange laughed loudly. "It's alright. I was not offended. I was happy that you acknowledged me, though. You are one of my favorite athletes in the Games."

Levi's mouth curled up slightly. "Thanks. I appreciate that. Just don't let my sister know, or else she might do something about it."

Hange moved her fingers along her mouth and threw the imaginary zipper to the ground. "Don't worry, that will be safe with me."

"Thanks. There is something I want to do before I head back to the Village."

"What's that?"

Levi held his hand out. "Hand me your glasses."

"Okay…" Hange replied in confusion as she fulfilled Levi's request. She watched Levi pull a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wipe it along her lenses. Hange heard rumors of Levi being a clean freak, but seeing it in person amazed her. Levi meticulously cleaned and often held it to the light to ensure no dust remained. He returned the glasses back to her once he was satisfied. 

"Here. Make sure you maintain it, or else you won't be able to see."

"Thanks, Levi." Hange placed the glasses back on her, and her eyes widened in amazement. "Woah! Everything looks so much clearer now! It's like those commercials!"

Levi's smile grew a millimeter bigger. "Don't sing the song. But I have a question to ask before I go."

"Shoot."

"I have a free skate coming up. You can watch it if you want as an apology for earlier. I can even set you up with seats that are close by. You will just be sitting with my sister."

Hange grinned from ear to ear. "YES, YES, I WILL DO THAT!"

"Good." Levi dug inside his pocket again and handed Hange a slip of paper. "Here is my number. Just text me later, and I can send you the details."

Hange grabbed the paper and stuffed it in her purse. "Thanks, Levi." She glanced at her watch and shot Levi an apologetic look. "I need to get home to check on my pups. See you later, Levi!" Hange yelled as she ran off and waved goodbye.

Levi only waved back as he watched her move farther away, his heart beating a mile a minute for some reason. "See you later, Hange."

Disclaimer:Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha.

©: These stories belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[this-is-krikkit]

Heyy Krikkit! How's everything? I'd like to request number 24 “Well, that’s embarrassing", please and thank you 🙃

hey Alice! everything's alright, i hope you're well too! 🥰

this was initially going to be light and fun, but i got a different idea so i changed it up a bit. hope you like it, thank you so much for sending a prompt!! ♥️♥️

send me a number and a ship/character, and i'll write you a drabble!

Relief (ao3 link because now it's a multichap canon divergent fic woot woot)

Characters: Levi, Hange, The 104th kids, Onyankopokon

Tags: snk 132, canon divergent, fix it fic sort of, hange is alive and well, i mean... yeah hange's alive, angst, just imagine those mechanics were better at their jobs than in canon ok? ok thx

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The honest shock in the gasp that escaped Hange's lips when Levi's fist hit their chest, louder than the sound of countless Colossals approaching, burned its way into his ears and engraved itself into his memory with so much force he almost backed away then. He stopped thinking as a Captain and a soldier for a second, stopped putting the entire world's value above what their life meant to his, and almost disregarded their last order to let them go and look as cool as possible to everyone else while he alone would be stuck remembering their shaking hands and voice as they prepared themself to fly off to their death –if he even made it out alive himself.

Except Hange had been his closest friend for a decade and outstanding leader for almost half that time; Hange had been steering the wheel of this sorry army of theirs with the last bit of strength in their formidable spirit and visionary mind in those direst of circumstances, and Hange wouldn't request this of him if they hadn't thought every other possibility through and weren't past ready to cross that line.

Hange had always dedicated their heart to the cause they rightfully supported, and now wasn't the time for Levi to challenge their last command. Now was the time for him to dedicate his own, and let them go –no matter if he shattered it in the process.

"Shinzou wo sasageyo,” he recited solemnly, looking ahead, thankful for once for their mirrored injuries, and their current position that prevented either of them from seeing the other's face.

He still heard and felt the sharp intake of breath they drew in after the words had tumbled from his mouth, and for a second there when he could feel their heart starting to beat harder and faster under his fingers, could feel the cruel scorch of unrealistic hope –that those words might have made a difference, that Hange might have perceived the corrosive sting that declaration inflicted on his tongue and the meaning under it and somehow changed their mind– flowing from the veins of his left hand directly into his heart.

Their posture straightened soon after anyway, their sternum pushing back against his hand that he let fall in defeat as their feet carried them away from him and a chuckle made its way through their lips.

"Ha, ha! It's the first time I've ever heard you-

The sound of quick, human-light steps drowned the rest of their sentence and Levi's head shot up to watch Mikasa nearing their spot, her mouth opening as she closed in on them.

"Hange-san, wait! Onyankopon just said the plane's ready to go!"

Levi felt more than he saw Hange turn around again to face the kid as he took in the words she'd just spoken, praying Gods he never believed in that his ears and eye weren't playing tricks on him under the loud sound of the advancing Rumbling and the dust that was starting to saturate the air all around them.

“Are you shitting us right now?” he asked, not recognizing his own voice, not sure it even carried far enough that she'd hear him.

“Come on, hurry up!” Mikasa shouted again, before sprinting away back where she'd come from.

The faked glee faded from Hange's face and they stared at Levi like they had that day they'd reached the Jeager basement and found out about the world outside the Walls, like they needed him to confirm his relative's words.

He could be of little help to them right now, when his own brain was having trouble understanding the situation, when his mind hadn't nearly recovered from this most recent whiplash. But he still nodded their way and started moving.

The two veterans walked towards the others and the plane, and Levi couldn't help but wonder if Hange, only a few meters ahead of him, was matching his pace out of kindness to not leave him behind, or if their legs too felt like they had to move through thick, ton-weighing mud with each step.

“Guess I'm not dying today after all,” they said suddenly.

Their humorless tone made a shiver run down Levi's spine and he looked at them sharply, his hand wrapping around their wrist.

“Hange,” he called when the contact didn't prove enough to make them turn around and face him.

But they only laughed a strangled, wet chuckle that sounded so unlike them, and refused to look back at him. Instead, they shook his hold off and picked up their pace, quickly reaching the others and helping them push the repaired floating plane into the water.

He didn't hear them speak again until they were all safe sitting inside the aircraft and they turned to face Armin, still panting from the effort they'd all just put into getting out of the hangar that had now been crushed by rubble the Colossals had shot its way while advancing.

"Well, that's embarrassing after that goodbye speech but... Armin, would you mind if I back-pedalled on that Commander promotion? At least for the time being?" they asked, a familiar, playful grin splitting their face as they looked at everyone but Levi.

"Of course not!” Armin replied, blushing at the direct address. “I'm only relieved you didn't have to sacrifice yourself for us.”

Agreeing noises could be heard from the other Scouts.

"Right, me too,” they said, their smile faltering ever so slightly. “Me too.”

“Everyone, hang on tight! We're taking off,” Onyankopon warned from the cockpit.

The cabin shook and thundered, but the deafening noise and trembling floor weren't distraction enough for Levi to detach his stare from the surreal vision of Hange, still alive and breathing, settling in the seat directly across from his own.

They readjusted their cape around their slumped frame, their still shaking hands lingering against the spot his fist had touched minutes ago. He let his eye wander to their face, spotted the tensed jaw, the downward edges of their mouth now, and the tears welling up under their one iris, and he knew for sure then.

Hange wasn't relieved one bit.

[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

[dont-f-with-moogles]

21. Don't hold back 🫠🫠🫠

levihan ofc

Smut Scribbles 21: “Don’t hold back.”

Meeting in Secret (NSFW) Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 367 words

Hands splayed, palms slipping against the wooden desktop, Hange struggled to hold themself up. Their legs trembled as Levi’s urgent movements knocked the desk against the wall. The small room was filled with quiet gasps and the slap of skin. Levi’s grip upon their hips tightened; an agonised sound escaped him, breath scorching the air behind them.

“Hah–  Ah, don’t–  Don’t hold back-” Hange fought for air.

The desk lurched into the wall. Sounds came louder; the smack of flesh; half-stifled moans. Levi’s fingers were buried deep enough to leave blemishes upon Hange’s thighs. A bead of sweat rolled along his neck and dripped down onto their bare back. Below, Hange was bowed beneath him; Levi leaned into them, his fingers threaded through theirs, desperate, clutching. As his thrusts became faster he clung to them, his grip tight enough to fracture bone.

“Levi– Ah, Levi–”

There wasn’t enough time to savour each other. There wasn’t time to relish the slow, delicious cresting of pleasure as it broke over them. It wouldn’t be long before others noticed their absence and asked questions. Sex had to be quick, sordid, with trousers slung unceremoniously around ankles in case either of them heard approaching voices. Releasing a hand, Levi brought the pad of his thumb to their clit and stroked in time with his motions.

A wave of heat rolled over Hange. Their head fell backwards as they cried out. Knuckles whitening over Levi’s hand, their nails carved into the desk’s surface. Every muscle seized; their legs stiffened between his own. Suddenly, Levi felt them clench around him; a blistering heat. His breath was ripped from his lungs as he came unannounced. Levi was rigid, body rooted to the spot; his hand fused to theirs, skin melted against their own. He could not move, could not utter a word as he felt the rush of release. And then, Levi slumped forward, his chest slick against Hange’s back. His frantic heart thudded its drumbeat along Hange’s spine.

“Shit…” Hange managed. Levi’s arms were wrapped around their waist, his hair damp and matted against their neck. Hot breath tickled their ear.

Hange smiled, aglow, as tangled, sweat-soaked hair swept across their face. Half-turning towards him, they felt Levi’s nose graze their cheek as he lowered himself to their mouth. ... Thanks, Anon! Only had time for a quickie this week so I hope this'll satisfy!

[elmundodeflor]

Daisies grow wild by the side of the road, plastering the grass green in strokes of white perfume. High up above, sun splatters the skies of bright clear blue, almost as warm as any other mundane august afternoon.

In front of him, Hanji crouches down to scoup up water between their hands, and their hair falls untamed over their face. They are ever so messy when in nature; pants rolled up to their knees, cheeks flushed with sweat. Their shirt is vaguely unbuttoned, damp with the essence of the shores, and it's impossible to escape the tiny scraps of skin that show from beneath the fabric, scarred and tanned with tainted beauty.

It's just impossible to escape them, overall.

"Levi!", they call, splashing him in a tornado of non-stop laughter. They had taken the day off, and they'd decided to go down the river to do their week-long-dirty laundry.

He rolls his eyes and continues to scrub his uniform jacket against the bar of soap, collectively unamused.

"Are you gonna stop fooling around or what?", he grunts, nagging them. Hanji laughs, louder this time, and splashes him over again; their laundry basket still full to the brim, tossed in a long-forgotten corner.

"Oh, c'mon!", they plead, pouting in complaint; their gaze glimmering with the same childish need that makes Levi's soul turn. "It's hot as hell!"

He huffs. Air is sunny underneath the linden trees, and the late spring breeze makes the leafs swing in compass. It's a low whisper that mixes in with that of the currents; a lullaby that smells of lavender and tastes of freedom.

"I don't care.", he says. And it's more of a tease rather than a statement, Hanji's sure. "I'm not gonna wash your shitty clothes if you don't do it yourself."

They sigh, content, and push their glasses up their nose, cheekily. It's funny, they think, how Levi's always been like this: sour but sweet. Reticent yet kind. A walking contradiction that sparks up their soul into a million different fascinating colors.

"And who said I wasn't going to wash my clothes?", they joke. Their voice rings playful as they splash him into another wave of foam, dancing in the white of shallow waters. "Now, come join me."

Levi exhales, surrendered, and nods in defeat; like time has stopped frozen, framed into the quiet of the valleys deep. His pants are already drenched heavy and his shirt is dripping soaked and his heart drums accelerated at the thought of Hanji seeing through the emotion trapped inside his eyes, transparent as his clothes. What's even the point in trying to escape them, anyways? He shoiuld have known, long before he could admit now, that they had bewitched him irreversible, both body and spirit.

"You never listen to anything I say, huh?", he arches a brow, in question. And they break into harmonious, exhuberant laughter; the one that sounds much like his favourite song.

"You're such a drama queen!", they mock, carefree as ever, taking him by the ankles to push him down the stream. "A little fun won't hurt you, Levi."

He remains silent, not really sure of what to say. Hanji's smiling at him now, wider than the river banks, and he's certain, if only for a second: there's not even a word that can prevent his heart from falling.

He's already in-knee-deep, helplessly in love.

Maybe that's why he lets them splash him tirelessly, time after time. And why he doesn't care that the water's cold, or that all of their laundry-duties remain postponed. Hanji's always been like this, he recalls; the fire of a thousand burning suns in late spring, yet the ever-easy, flowing current of the streams.

"I guess then a little water wouldn't hurt you either, shitty glasses", he fights back; a moment of bravery. The wind is warm against wet skin and soon it all unfolds into a battle of never-ending splashes; legs tangled, wild hair, breath choked between laughter.

Maybe it is normal, he thinks, as another wave of foam comes his way: to play like little kids and forget about the truth the world hides underneath its shadows. And maybe it doesn't matter much, then, if he looks into Hanji's eyes for a moment longer than usual and smiles when they aren't staring.

What's the use in trying to escape them, anyways?

He splashes them into his arms, and lets Hanji splash him back, fierce and fearless. He lets them, free and loose and careless; as they've always been. He lets them, when they climb on top of his body and lets them when their thumb brushes his bottom lip.

Because he just can't help the force of nature that is Hanji Zoe. He knows that now.

So when the skies bleed neon orange and they crown his hair with newborn daisies they've gathered from the ground, he lets them too. And when their fingers slip to trace his jaw, ever so tenderly, he leans in forward, seeking their warmth with his kiss: hopeless, helpless.

Maybe, it's because death chases them at every corner and his love just couldn't wait any longer, sprung like the flowers atop his head. Maybe, it's because Hanji has put down his walls and made room for themselves inside his heart; slowly but surely, insistent as they are.

And maybe, it's because now that they've succeeded in taking up all the space there is, stuck in-knee-deep, he just doesn't ever want them to leave.

He just lets them.

[mello-jello]

Drabble Challenge Day 30 (omg finally done!)

Prompt: Pillow Talk. 405 words.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hange and Levi were both panting heavily, slowly coming down from their highs. But their words weren’t a spur of the moment thing. They were genuine, if a little late. Hange rested their head on Levi’s chest and traced patterns on his skin. She listened as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.

After a few moments, Levi broke the silence, “When?”

Hange stopped tracing as they considered the question. “Huh?”

“When did you fall in love with me?”

Hange propped themself up on one elbow, head resting on their hand. They pursed their lips in thought. “I don’t know if there was a big, dramatic moment where I suddenly realized I’d fallen for you and my heart started pounding and there were butterflies in my stomach - you know how the stories go…” They continued trailing their hand on Levi’s chest. “But I’ve always loved you, Levi. You’re my best friend.”

Levi paused to consider that answer, a smile growing on his lips. Back when he considered himself unlovable, Hange was there, loving him anyway. He liked that.

“What about you?” Hange asked. “When did you fall in love with me?”

“I have a similar answer,” Levi said. “I’ve always been particularly attached to you, Four-Eyes. You were the first person to try to welcome us to the scouts and you were the only person to offer condolences after they died… I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for that either.” Levi placed a kiss on Hange’s forehead.

“Woah, all the way back then?!” Hange teased. “I thought you hated me!”

Levi winced at their words, regretting his stand-offish behaviour. “You were weird and annoying - no - you are weird and annoying, but I never hated you,” he said earnestly, wrapping his arms around them tighter.

Hange smiled to themself. “Ah. Well… that’s good to know. Okay, next question: When did you decide you wanted to do this?” Hange gestured down at their naked bodies.

“What? This?” Levi reached down and gave Hange’s ass a squeeze, eliciting a giggle and a playful smack from them.

“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t think you were interested… like at all.”

“Honestly, me neither. Guess I just hadn’t found the right person,” Levi smiled lovingly at them, and trailed his thumb over their cheek.

Hange’s brows curled upward into a pleading expression. “I love your smile,” they whispered before kissing him deeply.

[whatupcherry]

levihans, does anyone know when/if we are doing a secret santa? i’ve looked any haven’t been able to find anything.

[giuliadrawsstuff]

Before he can protest further, Levi finds himself drenched in fucking salty water. Hange is splashing merrily around him after dragging him knee deep into the blue plane they had just discovered.

The kids are luckily distracted somewhere further down the beach so they don't hear his obscene swearing when salty, sticky liquid soaks his Survey Corps white pants. The roaring waves and Hange's laughter help to drown his grumbling. Still, he doesn't know why, but he has let Hange pull him into the water and get even wetter.

Waves crash into the shore, they seem higher every minute, or maybe it's just his mind playing tricks. He has never seen such blue wonder before, water to infinity and beyond, no land in sight other than the one behind him.

Hange is still holding his hand tight and when they let go to play with water he feels like something is missing, he's not safe anymore. He looks around, eyes darting towards the distracted kids, then to the shore, then to the open sea and back to Hange.

Their smile, their laughter, their sparkling eyes, everything makes him feel at home, something he never has had after Isabel and Furlan died, maybe ever since his mother died. He grabs their hand back in his, making them jump in surprise, and pulls them towards him in the tightest hug he can manage, head buried in their wet chest, arms locked around their binded torso. After a moment of utter disbelief, Hange melts into his arms, hugging him back, gently stroking his humid hair.

They're tempted to ask the reason behind this sudden show of affection, but then think better of it and decide to just go with the moment. They gently pull him back from the hug, hands cupping his wet face. They comb the raven bangs away from his pale blue eyes and look at him intently. He forgets his anxiety, his worries, the ocean and the sand, the mission, the world. Only Hange remains. Their hands on his cheeks, their eyes in his, bangs flapping around in the salty breeze, goggles pulled back over their head.

Water is splashing all over his uniform, his grey shirt sticks to his chest in the most annoying way and yet he doesn't care. All he sees is Hange and their warm smile, the feel of their skin touching his, the depth of their gaze.

He stands on tiptoes to reach better and kisses them. One, two, three times, just lips on lips. Their smile broadens. Their hands caress his cheeks and jaw, face mere inches from his.

"Pretty."

A whisper hushed in the roaring waves.

He thinks he heard it wrong but they say it again multiple times:

"Pretty. PrettyPrettyPretty."

He blushes deeply at the compliment and tches it away.

They completely ignore him, dismissing him with a chuckle, then press their lips on his.

He melts again.

His arms swing around Hange's neck pulling them closer. He tugs at their ponytail and tastes their salty lips, slightly nibbling the lower one. Their moan drowns in the crashing waves.

As their wet chests rub together, Hange suddenly loses their balance, toppling over Levi and into the salty water.

They emerge seconds later, spluttering and coughing: Levi's curses fly once more into the clear air, Hange is laughing incontrollably. They reach for the thing that made them trip and fall and get out a huge purplish shell from the swirling mix of sand and water.

"Look Levi! Another one!!"

Groaning, Levi repeats the same apprehensive line "Careful Four Eyes, it might be poisonous."

They smile brightly, all teeth:

"Good, I'll keep it!"

They place a quick wet kiss on his cheek and press the shell to their chest hugging it happily, like a child with a new precious toy.

He can't help but chuckle lightly at the sight, warmth spreading once more in his chest, soaking clothes and sand forgotten.

He rises to his feet and holds out a hand for them to take:

"Come on, weirdo, let's get out of here."

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[arlertdarling]

❥ INSOMNIA — levi x hange, death mention, s3 spoilers, hurt/comfort, established (ambiguous) relationship, first work posted on tumblr. enjoy!

insomnia is the norm for levi ackerman. always has been for as long as he can remember. back when he first joined the military, he fit right in with all the ptsd-nightmare and survivor-guilt-ridden soldiers in the survey corps; not one person slept well in those barracks, but they all, like levi, learned to live with it.

sometimes, though, it got bad — like the day he lost erwin. he went days, then a week, then more, with nothing but three hours of sleep and the caffeine from his tea to keep him standing on his two feet; still would be, if it wasn’t for these weird herbal remedies that hange made, full of plants and flowers and god knows what else they put in there. he had been cautious at first — as one must be with anything that hange concocts and deems ‘safe to consume’ by their questionable standards — but eventually levi figured he’s better off getting poisoned than risking being too sleep deprived to avoid death by man-eating zombie behemoth.

erwin’s death was hard on hange too; not only losing someone they knew since their cadet days, but being passed down the responsibility of being commander after a man who was quite possibly one of the greatest of his time, if not in history. the weight of wielding the same standing and authoritative power he had, the sheer number of duties and people that were now under hange’s direct care. with each passing day, they felt it sink deeper, bury itself into their shoulders like a poison, a parasite; thick and tightly bound and heavy. it’s not the first time they toss and turn more than they actually get some sleep for an entire night, but it is the first time that their herbs and plants do nothing to help.

maybe it’s the fact they were both erwin’s closest friends, the fact they’re now each other’s closest friends, or maybe it’s just the kind of bizarre experimental solution that only a scientist can come up with and lack enough dignity to try, but one sleepless night, a few weeks after erwin’s death, hange ends up at levi’s door. their fist is poised, ready to knock. they’ve been stood here hesitating for long enough that their wrist has grown tired, dipping and letting their knuckles graze the wood silently.

“what do you want, four-eyes? you’ve been standing there for six whole minutes.”

it’s muffled and exhausted, but hange immediately perks up at levi’s voice through the door. they should have seen it coming, at least half as well as levi had been able to hear them coming, it seems; they never have been good at being discreet.

“can i come in?”

they know levi wouldn’t answer anyway, so they say it less like the question it’s phrased as and more like a statement; a forewarning for their inevitable entry.

they shut the door behind them and lean against it, an awkward grin on their face that’s there more out of habit than politeness; just hange being hange, and like hange, they can’t help making a comment. “rough night?” they say with a chuckle. levi glares, or maybe just looks at them; the shadows under his eyes are so dark, it’s hard to tell if he means for his stare to appear so threatening.

hange rubs the back of their neck sheepishly. “well, that makes two of us then.”

“yeah, i know. you look like shit,” levi says with his usual charm. he’s sitting up now, rubbing his eyes and the bridge of his nose before moving his hand back to lean on both palms. for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, waiting for hange to speak, say a joke or laugh or toss him a cheap nonsensical quip or something — but to levi’s surprise, for once, hange doesn’t say anything, only stares with tired eyes and the remnants of their grin from before.

levi sighs. “come here,” he says, tilting his head in a lazy encouraging motion.

hange’s shoulders relax, doing as they’re told with as little delay as if it had been an order. levi shifts, making some room on the bed; a silent invitation.

“oh! really? can i really just–”

“don’t make me change my mind.”

levi rolls over onto his side, his back facing hange. anyone else might be offended by his indifferent behaviour and blunt responses, but hange sees the vulnerability and compassion in the details he fails to hide, or perhaps leaves behind on purpose: the tender look in his eyes, the caring curve of his eyebrows. either way, hange is climbing into the bed beside him, gingerly nudging themselves closer until their warmth is melting into levi’s own like the sun into the sky.

this is new. this touch, this moment. it’s new to them both, but the comfort it gives makes it feel familiar, and it’s that feeling, that warmth — that promise of someone being there when you wake up in the morning, dreading the day — that lulls them into the sleep that they’ve been missing so much.

insomnia is the norm for levi ackerman, but at least tonight it doesn’t have to be.