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storiesofaot · 1 month ago

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LeviHan sickfic set in the Year 851 during the winter (Hange's Commander but Eren hasn't left Paradis yet). They've recently entered a romantic relationship soon after reclaiming Wall Maria. She/her pronouns for my girl plz🤞

Hange's overworking to get the Scout Regiment back on its feet and eventually falls sick with the flu but tries to work through it until Levi decides she's too disgusting and unhygienic from her constant sneezing (which he finds cute) runny nose and other symptoms forcing her to rest and nurses her back to health.

Hii Anon, I hope you're still around! I'm sorry, your prompt has been sitting in my inbox for some time, but the longfic I have been uploading over the past few weeks took up pretty much all the writing time I had, which is why I'm only finishing this now. 🙈 I still hope you'll enjoy this sickfic nonetheless! I'll be crossposting it on Ao3 as a seperate fic as well, since it turned out a little longer than expected haha. And of course, thank you for the cookie!! 🍪

I Love You, Too.

Word Count: 3.946

Rating: T (for language)

Canon-compliant. Sickfic. Fluff.

On top of that, with the Titans outside the walls now gone, there was even less drive for young people to join the Scout Regiment. Yet they had lost so many soldiers during the Battle of Shiganshina, and with the lack of new recruits, it was tough to get anything done—they were in dire need of more people.

Levi should’ve known better than to let Hange push through the early stages of the cold she’d been carrying around for several weeks now. It had been making its way through the younger Scouts, each coming down with the sniffles or a cough one after the other as soon as autumn had fully settled in. But with Hange constantly interacting with them, she always kept catching new versions of it. Most of the kids were over it by now, but she was still struggling, and the current cold, wet winter weather wasn’t helping either.

And now that Hange was the new Commander, the weight of the situation was starting to drive her crazy.

“You should call it a day,” Levi told her when, once again, he found her still sitting in her study late at night. She was bent over some papers, an untouched plate of dinner he’d brought her about two hours ago still sitting on one side of her desk, and next to it, a heap of what were likely already-used handkerchiefs. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Hange didn’t even grant him a reaction and continued scribbling away. Only when he poked a finger into the back of her head did she let out a tired grunt, swatting his hand away.

"Oi, Hange!” he called out, and this time he was finally met with an absentminded Hm, and he rolled his eyes. “Stop working.”

“Stop talking,” she mumbled back, suddenly flipping through a list of names before scribbling something into her book. “Please,” she added for good measure, likely noticing his testiness. But she still wasn't looking up and continued sniffling and wiping her nose with her sleeve. Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I will, if you eat." Determined to bring at least a little bit of order to the pigsty she was currently holed up in, he picked up an empty box from one corner of her room. Using a discarded piece of paper, which he folded to make it sturdier, he pushed the used handkerchiefs into the box without having to touch them.

“All right, Mr. Pain-in-the-Butt. I’m taking a bite, see?” Hange made a show of deliberately shoving a spoonful of her dinner into her mouth. She chewed a few times, then froze. "Isn’t this supposed to be mashed potatoes?” she mumbled around the food.

“Close your mouth,” Levi replied, then added, “Yes. It still is."

“Then why does it taste… odd?”

“I added some extra onions and garlic,” he explained after a short pause, setting the box aside. “It should help with your clogged sinuses.”

“Yikes,” she said, warily eyeing the plate. Bringing the food close to her face, she sniffled, then grimaced. "Levi, I don’t know if I can eat that.”

"Tsk, you can’t even smell it,” he huffed, taking the plate from her hands and lifting it to his face. He inhaled. Sure, the garlic was strong, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as she was making it out to be. "And how are you supposed to get better if you don’t eat?”

“How am I supposed to eat this if it tastes like you threw the entire garlic and onion stash into it?” Hange snatched the plate back, took another spoonful, and shuddered as she forced the food down. Immediately, she reached for her glass of water and took several gulps before slamming it back down.

Levi sighed. Well, at least the meal was making her drink something.

He usually wasn’t that pushy. But things were a little different now. This was Hange, his comrade, his friend. His… whatever she was, after they’d had that little unexpected moment at the beach a few months ago.

He still couldn’t quite believe it had happened there—of all places she could’ve kissed him—and with that slimy thing in her hand. He called it an accident; she was convinced it had been inevitable. Nevertheless, it had been another step in their already deep and steady relationship… yet one he was still struggling to get used to.

Falling in love wasn’t something he’d ever thought was in the cards for him. But it had happened, sneaking up on him, on both of them, and overwhelming them in a moment when they probably expected it the least.

Memories from that night, and the stolen moments that followed in the months after, flashed through Levi’s mind. Moments that always included that very smile Hange was giving him now. He shook his head as the images slowly faded, giving way to the present-day her, who was scrutinising him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, nibbling on her pen. He noticed the plate on her desk was half empty, the glass completely drained, and warmth spread in his chest. Without a word, he got up, picked the bottle of water up from the floor, and refilled her glas

“The beach,” he replied honestly, her eye still watching him with that same quiet curiosity.

“What?” Hange frowned in confusion, cocking her head.

“Forget it.” Levi stood up and, in parting, placed a hand on her shoulder. Though before he could pull it away again, she placed her own over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Eat up, and go to bed soon. You need rest,” he mumbled gently, the touch prickling on his skin.

"I will,” Hange assured him, pulling her hand away and tilting her head to rest her cheek against his hand. He brushed the back of his fingers along the curve of her jaw, and she chuckled at the tingle it must have caused on her skin.

“Love you, too,” she called when he was at the door a few minutes later, her head already bent over her papers again. Levi didn’t turn around, barely pausing to acknowledge her words. It was the first time she’d said those words out loud, and his heartbeat picked up at the realisation.

And I don’t even know why, he thought as he closed the door behind himself. He was terrible at saying how he felt; he rarely talked about it, and on the few occasions when he did, it always came out clumsy and blunt. Yet somehow, she still chose him—and he truly wished he could tell her just how much that meant to him.

◇

Levi didn’t see her for two more weeks after that. She’d taken a trip to headquarters with Armin, while he and the rest of the Scouts remained at their current location. When he was informed that they had returned, he immediately began to search for her.

Her horse was already in the stables, which meant she had to be inside the building. In the hallway, he bumped into Armin, who was already looking for him and greeted him politely.

“She wouldn’t let me get close to her, saying she’d pass her stupid cold on to me,” the boy informed him with a worried look. “But I’m pretty sure she’s running a fever. She seemed really lethargic on our ride back and didn’t even bother to look at the deer family we passed. Though I did my best to make sure she was drinking enough water.”

Levi nodded. That sounded just like something she’d do. “Thank you, Armin. I’ll take care of things—don’t worry about it. Now go and rest.” The boy nodded, a relieved expression flickering over his face before he said goodbye and went to look for his friends.

“I really hope you’re not in your office right now,” Levi mumbled to himself as he made his way through the building. A quick peek into Hange's bedroom reinforced his assumption, and when he knocked on her office door and heard her voice from inside, his guess was confirmed.

“Levi, I’m so happy to see you!” she exclaimed, her body expectantly turned toward him. She really tried to sound cheerful, but the roughness in her voice and the unmistakable dark circles under her eyes, paired with her pale skin, gave away just how unwell she was feeling.

“Stop working,” was his reply, short and almost a little gruff, and Hange chuckled.

“Why, didn’t you miss me?” she teased, chuckling again when he rolled his eyes. Though it quickly turned into a short coughing fit that occupied her for the next few minutes.

“Yeah,” he said awkwardly, the truth slipping from his tongue. The way Hange’s expression momentarily lit up made something in his chest tighten. It shouldn’t be such a rare thing for her to hear those words, yet sentiments like that hardly ever left his lips. “Now please take a break,” he added, much softer this time.

Hange sighed, slumping back into the chair. “Maybe I should,” she mumbled, rubbing her brow. “I’ve already done too much thinking in the past two weeks. I’m fine, don’t give me that look. I’m just… a little tired.

Levi stepped closer and placed his hand on her forehead. It was unnaturally warm, and she immediately leaned into his touch, which was cool against her skin. She was clearly still running a fever, and he immediately frowned.

“Mhm, that’s nice,” she sighed as his thumb rubbed small circles against her temple. He kept his hand there a little longer, continuing his ministrations.

“Is your nose still blocked? Does your throat hurt?”

“Yes. And… yes,” Hange replied, grabbing his hand as he started to pull it away and bringing it to her cheek. “Armin made me drink lots of herbal tea and even rustled up some honey for it. It didn’t taste too bad. Much better than your garlic mashed potatoes.” She was clearly talking just for the sake of it, eyes drooping and words slightly slurred.

“He’s a good kid.” Levi gently tugged at her hand, and when she didn’t move, he did it again, earning a weak groan in response. “Very sensible. Can’t exactly say the same about you.”

“I’m just doing my job!” she protested, finally rising to her feet, though very sluggishly. He was already withdrawing his hand when she quickly tightened her grip, interlacing their fingers.

Usually, he would’ve tried to pull his hand away. But he decided that, just this once, he’d let it slide. She was sick, after all, and he wasn’t that mean. He just prayed they wouldn’t run into anyone in the hallway as they walked down the corridor, their joined hands swinging gently between them.

“Have you already had lunch?” Levi asked as they reached the stairwell. When Hange shook her head, he wordlessly guided her down the corridor to the mess hall.

He made her sit down at the table, where she immediately rested her head on her arms and closed her eyes, while he moved around behind her. He rustled up a large bowl, brought water to a boil, and added several spoonfuls of dried chamomile flowers, thyme, and a handful of mint leaves. Then he gave everything a good stir before pulling a big towel from one of the cupboards.

“You have to breathe in the vapour,” Levi said, gently smoothing a hand over her shoulder to signal that he was done. Hange lifted her head, blinking a few times before grimacing at the sight of what he had just prepared for her.

“My mum always made me do this when I was little,” she sighed, pulling back slightly as Levi pushed the bowl closer. “I hated it so much.”

"I think you hate your runny nose more than you’ll hate this,” he replied, moving to stand behind her with the towel ready in his hand

“I prefer the sniffles,” she said, punctuating her words by dragging her sleeve under her nose.

“Disgusting,” Levi said, rolling his eyes, but his words left Hange completely unfazed. She leaned back, the back of her head coming to rest against his chest. When she searched for and found his hand, she pressed it back against her cheek, sighing as she slumped even further into him. Levi shook his head; she seemed to get even more clingy when she was sick.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he warned, nudging her with his other hand. When she didn’t move an inch, he repeated the motion, a little firmer this time.

“Gosh, you’re being so fussy,” Hange groaned, finally leaning forward over the steaming bowl. “Alright, I’ll do it. Happy?”

“Very.” With nimble fingers, he undid the strings holding her eyepatch in place and carefully removed it from her face. Then, he draped the towel over both her head and the dish, giving her a comforting pat on the back.

“You’re not going to leave me here, are you?” Hange mumbled from beneath the cloth when she heard his steps retreating.

“I’ll make us some soup for lunch,” he said reassuringly. “I just need to grab a few vegetables from the pantry—I’ll be right back.”

All the while he chopped the ingredients, Levi did his best to keep Hange entertained. He walked her through each step of how he was preparing the soup—mostly because he couldn’t think of anything else to talk about. Whenever she tried to lift the towel to let in some fresh air, he snapped at her, insisting she was letting the steam out, upon which she called him a fussy grandma. But aside from those small bouts of bickering, she stayed quiet, a clear sign she wasn’t exactly thrilled with her current condition.

After twelve minutes, she’d had enough and folded back the cloth, taking in a deep breath of air as if she’d been suffocating the entire time. For a moment, Levi considered forcing her back under the towel. But she looked so pleased and relieved, and with the air clearly passing better through her nose as she continued to take several deep breaths, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he handed her a few handkerchiefs he’d brought along and ordered her to blow her nose.

Levi discarded the water, then turned his attention back to the bubbling soup. Hange seemed content to just sit and observe… him, to his mild irritation. Her head rested on her hands, an alarmingly dreamy expression on her face. He was relieved to see she hadn’t put her eyepatch back on, seemingly comfortable enough around him to go without it. He knew she still hadn’t fully gotten used to it, despite the time that had passed since her injury, but her trust did something to him—something he couldn’t quite put into words.

“What are you staring at?” he said dryly, feeling her gaze still boring into his back even after several minutes.

"You,” she replied honestly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re lovely to look at.”

"Tsk, you’re delusional,” Levi replied, turning away to grab two spoons and bowls from the cupboard, also to hide the blush creeping up his face. He filled the steaming soup into the dishes, then carried them over to the table.

During lunch, Hange didn’t talk much. She insisted it was the best soup she’d ever had and even managed to finish her entire bowl despite the burning in her throat. But she mostly just listened, leaving it up to him to do the talking—which was, of course, not only unusual for her but also mentally exhausting for him, and he spent an uncomfortable thirty minutes scratching his brain for any stories or bits of information she might find interesting.

Once they had finished, Levi did the dishes while Hange went back to being lethargic, her head resting on the table with her arms folded underneath. Aside from the occasional sniffle or cough, she stayed quiet and still, and when he asked how she was feeling, and she complained of a headache, he did his best to finish up as quickly as possible.

He made her change into her pyjamas as soon as they reached her bedroom, while he left to fetch a few wet towels to help with the fever. Hange had quite literally just flopped onto her bed and hadn’t moved an inch since—face pressed into the pillow, not even bothering to pull the blanket up. With a gentle nudge against her legs, he motioned for her to tuck them in properly, then spread the blanket over her himself.

"Here, this might help,” Levi said gently as he sat on the edge of the bed, placing the cloth on her forehead. Hange hummed in contentment, her eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again.

"Hm, yes, this feels good,” she mumbled, lifting her hand to press the cloth more firmly against her skin. Her cheeks were flushed, lips dry from dehydration, and he made her drink a few sips of the tea he had prepared until she had enough and announced she was too tired to do anything except breathe.

"Told you that you needed rest, idiot,” he remarked softly, reaching for the second wet towel to replace the first one. His fingers gently brushed against her forehead, tucking back the strands of her fringe, and a small smile appeared on her lips. If he didn’t know she was feeling like shit, he might’ve actually found her expression adorable. But he quickly pushed the thought aside—this wasn’t something he should be thinking about now.

"Alright, now sleep and— hey, don’t be disgusting!” Hange had been about to bring her sleeve to her nose again, and he quickly grabbed her by the wrist. “Use a tissue like every normal, hygienic human being.”

"Thank you, Levi,” she sighed, happily accepting the cloth he handed her. The smile on her lips was disgustingly dreamy again, and it made him want to be even closer to her—a thought that unsettled him a little. Yet it didn’t feel as terrifying as it had in the first few weeks, and he wondered if, one day, thoughts like that might come more naturally to him. Then, the moment was promptly ruined when she noisily blew her nose.

"Now sleep. I’ll come by in a few hours to see if you need anything.” He was about to stand when a hand on his wrist held him back.

"Don’t leave me alone, please.” Hange’s eye had flown open again, her gaze intense as her grip on his arm tightened. “I like having you around. It… calms me down.”

Levi hesitated for a moment, especially when she slid back a little to make room for him on the bed. Hadn’t he just wished to be closer to her? Now that his wish was being granted, he was already thinking of backing out. But then he nodded, took off his jacket and boots, and slid into bed with his back against the wall.

Yes, her constant sniffling was a big damper, and there was likely a huge cloud of germs currently enveloping her. The danger of getting sneezed on was high, and he might end up catching her flu after this—if she hadn’t already infected him. But when had he ever been able to say no to her, especially when she spoke to him with that sweetness in her voice, begging him to read to her, her eye sparkling like it was holding an actual star or something?

Gosh, she had truly ruined him.

"People sleep with their eyes closed, you know,” Levi grumbled as he reached for the book on her nightstand. She gave a quiet, pleased sound, squeezing her head into his lap, and he gave her shoulder a gentle pat with the book when she wiped her nose on her sleeve again.

He had already started reading aloud when Hange interrupted him, softly calling his name. “Hm?” he paused, glancing over the edge of the book and down at her.

"I love you, too,” she mumbled, grinning when she noticed the way his ears were turning red. She reached out a hand, brushing over his cheek, his skin flushing under her touch.

"Yeah,” he replied softly, just as ungracefully as he had a few weeks before, his mind completely blank. He allowed his eyes to flicker over her face—her bold eyebrows, the scar crossing her left eye, the glow in her right one, her strong nose, her gentle smile—taking it all in. He’d never been good at putting his feelings into words, and only slightly better at expressing them through clumsy gestures of affection. So he let instinct take over, took the hand still resting on his cheek, and brought it to his lips, brushing them gently over the back of her fingers.

Hange’s eye widened, clearly unaccustomed to such a soft display of emotion. But she recovered quickly, brushing her thumb along his chin and giggling when his breath hitched, the air tickling her skin.

But then, Levi froze. “That was probably the dumbest thing I could’ve done,” he muttered, quickly pulling her hand away from his lips.

Hange burst out laughing, immediately catching on to his train of thought. “No, I think kissing me on the lips might be the stupidest thing you could’ve done. This is just number two.” She scrunched up her nose when he flicked her forehead with his finger. “But it’s okay. I’ll take care of you if you get sick—just like you’re doing for me.”

"If you were more hygienic, this wouldn’t even be a problem,” Levi remarked, briefly considering getting up to make her sanitise her hands. He did regret that his lips had just touched her germy hand, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now, so he simply brushed it off. "Now shut up and try to sleep,” he instructed, pushing her head back down.

And she did.

As soon as Hange had nuzzled comfortably against him again, she closed her eyes and kept them shut; the only sounds coming from her were occasional coughs and sniffles. He continued reading aloud, doing his best to keep his voice as gentle as possible. When no sound came from her for quite some time, he peeked over the edge of the book—and almost smiled. She was fast asleep.

"There you go,” Levi whispered, gently pulling the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders. “You should take better care of yourself, you know?”

He didn’t know what to feel when he saw her peaceful expression, the way she was soundly and… safely asleep in his lap. All he knew was that whatever he was feeling in that moment didn’t feel bad at all. There was a warmth in his stomach, something light and unfamiliar, and for a moment, he let the feeling sink in—until it spread gently through his chest.

When Hange sniffled in her sleep, Levi shook his head in disbelief. She truly never did shut up. But this time, he didn’t bother fighting the smile tugging at his lips, or the little huff that might’ve passed as a chuckle.

He allowed himself to look at her softened features a moment longer, until he decided things were getting dangerously sappy and he needed to stop. So he opened the book again—this time at the beginning—and started reading quietly. He had no idea what the story was even about. But since he clearly wasn’t going anywhere, now seemed like a good time to find out.

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