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youre-ackermine · 20 days ago
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Happy Holidays from your Secret Santa @theysangastheyslew 🧑‍🎄
This is my gift to you for the Levihan Secret Santa Exchange hosted by @levihanweek ❄️
This fic is set a few weeks after Belated Birthday Hope you'll like it!
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Characters: Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith
Content: Modern AU / Established relationship (they're engaged your honor) / Tooth rotting Fluff / Non-binary AFAB Hange / Swearwords
Wordcount: 6.4k approx.
A/N: English is not my usual language / Huge shout-out to my proof reader Terra @dont-f-with-moogles Thank you for your help & constant support! ilysm ❤️
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Hange stopped abruptly in front of a small shop filled with colorful treats and festive pastries. They squinted at the display window before turning to Levi with a grin.
“What now, Four-Eyes?” he asked with a scowl, trying to force back the irritation in his tone.
Hange clasped their hands together, eyes wide and imploring.
“Levi, please!” they whined, fluttering their eyelashes in that ridiculously cute way they both knew he couldn’t resist.
“They sell those amazing candied chestnuts, the best in town really, and I need them to snack on tonight, you know. Could you buy me some while I... well, while I handle something else down the street?”
Levi raised a suspicious eyebrow. “What kind of ‘something else’?”
They leaned in with a playful smile. Their voice dropped to what they thought was a whisper, their breath tickling his ear. “It’s a secret!” 
“Fine,” Levi muttered with a sigh. “But be back soon or I’ll leave you here.”
Hange beamed at him, kissed his cheek and, before he could protest, slipped into the crowd.
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His errand quickly taken care of, Levi decided to wait for Hange by a lamppost adorned with garlands next to the candy shop.
Scattered snowflakes drifted lazily in the cold air, delicately dusting his nose and eyelashes. With the sweet scent of roasted chestnuts wafting from a stall nearby or the distant echo of Christmas carols, the holiday cheer was slowly taking over him, more than he cared to admit.
He let his eyes wander over the busy street for a while.
A young boy bundled in a thick coat tugged at his grandfather’s sleeve, pointing excitedly at a toy shop, his big blue eyes full of dreams.
A few steps away, a couple was sitting close together on a bench, sharing a red scarf and laughing softly, their cheeks flushed from the cold or from something else, Levi couldn't tell.
He fished his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans as soon as it buzzed with a call from his best friend.
Erwin: Hey Levi! How’s your weekend so far? Are you busy?
Levi: Trapped in Hange’s holiday frenzy. Shitty snow everywhere. Fucking crowded. Your boy-scout’s ass would probably love it
Erwin: So, gift shopping it is?
Levi huffed, glancing down the street where Hange had disappeared.
Levi: Dragged me around town all afternoon, then sent me to buy some fucking treats
He snorted.
Levi: Got diabetes just looking at those by the way
Erwin: Come on Levi! Don’t pretend to be pissed, we both know you’re exactly where you want to be!
Levi rolled his eyes. He could hear the smirk in his friend’s tone but decided to ignore it.
Levi: They're plotting something. Probably buying more junk as we speak
Erwin chuckled.
Erwin: Be nice every once in a while, I promise it won’t kill you
Levi: If “nice” means standing around in the cold carrying a shitton of paper bags like a pack mule, I’d rather not be
Erwin: Never took you for a drama queen before
Levi clicked his tongue.
Levi: Drama queen huh? Well now, all I know is that I’m freezing my ass off waiting for them to finish whatever shit they’re up to
Erwin: Same old story for years. Let me guess -you didn’t want to go out, Hange insisted, and you gave in
Levi: Easier than arguing. You know how fucking stubborn they can be
His voice softened imperceptibly.
Levi: Besides, it’s just a few gifts. And candy.
Erwin: You’ll never admit it but you’re a softie, Levi
Levi: Just…shut the fuck up, dumbass
Erwin: All right, all right! See you tomorrow at the gym then?
Levi: Yeah, see you tomorrow
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Levi adjusted his scarf and scanned the crowd again.
His fingers clutched at the bag holding the sweetmeats, and the corners of his lips twitched upward when the thought of Hange’s happy grin crossed his mind.
He glanced down the street again, finally spotting Hange weaving through the crowd, a red bag in their hand.
“What took you so long?” he asked gruffly as they finally joined him.
Hange plucked the bag of candy from him with a wink but didn’t reply.
“Thanks, Levi. These are gonna be perfect for our Hallmark movie night.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before you get any more stupid ideas,” he muttered, falling into step beside them.
Hange looped their arm through his, chattering away about the movies they had already picked for later.
⋆⁺₊❅.
The cold bit at their cheeks as they strolled through the snowy streets, their breath fogging in the crisp air. Twinkling lights lined the rooftops and shop windows, reflecting off the icy sidewalks.
Hange clung to Levi, their boots crunching in the snow. They had forgotten their mittens back home -again- but they were bundled in their usual chaotic style -layers upon layers of mismatched clothes topped with an absurdly fluffy, reindeer-themed hat. Its floppy antlers bobbed with every enthusiastic step.
He gave their head a flat look and tugged at the ear flaps. “That crap on your head looks ridiculous.”
“You mean ridiculously warm!” Hange replied with enthusiasm. “You’re just jealous you don’t have one.”
“Over my dead body,” he deadpanned.
Hange laughed, a boisterous, cheerful sound that always stirred something warm in his chest.
His gloved hand tightened slightly around theirs, his fingers curling to shield them from the cold, his thumb brushing the ring on their finger.
“Do you think Moblit will like the sketchbook? The leather cover is so beautiful.”
“It’ll suit him,” Levi said. His tone was flat, but Hange caught the faint note of approval.
“I can’t wait to hang the ornament we picked! It’s so pretty!”
“Should stop swinging your shopping bags then for fuck’s sake, Four-Eyes. Y’gonna break it before it even makes it to the tree.”
“Ok, I'll stop, I promise, Shorty!”
They turned their face toward the glowing shop windows, cheeks and nose pink from the cold. They beamed as they took in the festive decor.
“Isn’t this the best time of year? Just look at all these lights, Levi!”
He grunted but his pace slowed to keep in step with them.
“Not bad,” he conceded.
⋆⁺₊❅.
They strolled at a leisurely pace, Hange darting from one shop window to the next, their excitement bubbling over in a string of delighted “ohs” and “ahs.” Every so often, they dragged Levi along, pointing out the displays -a miniature train circling a snowy village or dolls and plushies all dressed up for a tea party.
Levi followed, his usual grumbles shushed by their enthusiasm.
When Hange stopped in front of a window, he paused, letting them press their nose on the glass. Inside, a collection of elegant scarves and gloves were neatly arranged, one catching their attention.
“Do you think Nanaba would wear this?” Hange mused, their breath fogging up the glass. “She loves practical gifts, but this one is also stylish.”
Levi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his gaze lingered on them -the way the soft lights danced across their face, the way the sparkle of excitement lit up their eyes. And for some reason, their ridiculous hat somehow made them look endearingly cute.
He felt something swell in his chest, a comforting warmth pushing aside the winter chill.
Hange turned abruptly, catching his gaze. They smiled, wide and unguarded. “What?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, his hand tightening slightly around theirs.
Their grin grew, but they didn’t press him further, their fingers squeezing his back.
Hange leaned in suddenly and pressed a quick, warm kiss to Levi’s cheek, the chill of the night momentarily pushed further aside.
Levi froze, his ears turning faintly pink beneath the streetlights.
“Tch. What’s that for?” he groaned, shooting them a sideway glance.
“For being adorable,” Hange teased.
“I’m not-” he started, but the words caught in his throat as Hange squeezed his hand and kissed him briefly on the lips this time, their laughter ringing softly in the frosty air.
He sighed, shaking his head, but his lips twitched ever so slightly. The warmth from their kiss lingered, spreading through his chest.
“Come on,” he said, his voice softening. “Gotta walk or we’ll freeze to death.”
Hange laughed again, their breath clouding between them, and let Levi tug them away from the window.
“I hope Erwin’s going to like the book,” Hange said. “He always had a soft spot for poetry.”
“He’d better,” Levi muttered. “You spent twenty minutes debating between that and the essay about war strategy.”
“It was a tough choice!” Hange defended, their voice rising in mock indignation. “You can’t rush picking a gift for a friend, Levi.”
“Pretty sure he’ll just squeeze it in his shelf,” Levi shot back, but there was no bite to his words.
Hange laughed, turning to face him as they walked backward, gesturing animatedly. “You’re so-”
Their words cut off abruptly as their foot caught a patch of hidden ice. They yelped, arms flailing, but before they could hit the ground, Levi moved instinctively, catching them in one swift motion.
“Hange-” Levi uttered in a breath as he steadied them against his chest, his arms wrapping protectively around their waist.
For a moment, Hange had frozen, their hand clutching at their coat near the middle of their body as they regained their balance. Their face had paled slightly, but they quickly managed a shaky laugh, brushing it off. “That was close.”
Levi’s brows furrowed with concern as he studied their face.
“I’m fine,” Hange said quickly, their voice a little too light as they straightened up. A faint, sheepish smile crossed their lips, but their usual energy seemed slightly subdued. “Guess I got distracted.”
Levi didn’t look convinced. His grip lingered for a bit longer, his concerned gaze flicking over them before he finally let go.
“Watch where you’re stepping next time, idiot,” he scolded, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness.
Hange gave a small nod, glancing away as if to gather themself. Levi’s focus shifted briefly, catching the warm glow spilling out from a nearby window.
“Look,” he said quietly, gesturing with a tilt of his head.
Hange turned, realizing they were standing directly in front of the café where their first date had taken place. Its golden light spilled out onto the snow-covered street, just as inviting as it had been back then.
“You think they still have those weird drinks on the menu?”
Hange’s eyes lit up. “You mean the one with cinnamon and hot peppers? I’m still convinced it was a prank to be honest.”
Hange laughed, their breath misting in the cold air. “Well, I’m freezing and I’m sure you too. Since we’re here, might as well go inside.”
⋆⁺₊❅.
The door jingled as they entered, welcomed by the cheerful chatter and the clink of cups. The warmth of the café enveloped them instantly. It was crowded, but not enough to stop Hange from spotting their old table near the window.
Without hesitation, they started weaving through the maze of chairs and patrons. “I call dibs on the table!”
“Wait, there are still cups on it-” Levi tried to protest.
But Hange was already sliding into the booth, grinning as they sat down. “It’s the same table, Levi. We have to sit here.”
Levi frowned, glancing at the mess of empty cups and stained napkins left by the previous customers. “Really? Looks like it’s been hit by a tornado.”
“Don’t be such a grump.” Hange grinned, shoving their paper bags under the table. “Come on, it’s the perfect spot. It’s nostalgic!”
Levi sighed, but despite his grumbling, he sat down on the chair across from them.
“Nostalgic my ass.”
Levi got rid of his coat and scarf, folding them in a neat pile beside Hange.
His eye twitched as he looked at the scattered cups, their contents long gone but the mess still there. He let out a heavy sigh and immediately started to gather the dirty cups, sliding them to the side.
“Levi, seriously? It’s not like anyone cares,” Hange said, watching him with an amused grin as he stacked the cups into a pile.
“Well, I care,” he muttered, flicking a napkin out of the way. He wrinkled his nose. “It’s disgusting.”
Hange leaned back in their seat, watching the subtle twitch of Levi’s fingers as he rearranged everything to his liking. “You’re the only person I know who would willingly clean up after strangers in a café.”
“I’m not cleaning,” he grumbled. “Just... organizing.”
Before he could finish, the waitress arrived, smiling brightly as she swept the mess away effortlessly. “I’ll get these for you,” she said, flashing them a warm look.
Levi barely glanced up, his face already in its signature scowl. “Fucking finally,” he groaned under his breath.
The waitress wiped the table down, handing them menus with a cheerful “Here you go!” before turning to leave.
Hange chuckled. “You’re such a clean freak, you know.”
“Obviously not, since I live with a slob,” Levi muttered. “Just didn’t want to sit at a garbage dump.”
Hange tugged off their ridiculous hat, letting out a satisfied sigh. But when they ran a hand through their hair, Levi couldn't help but snort.
“Now your hair looks even worse than your hat,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat.
Hange chuckled. “Hey, no need to be so mean.”
Levi just clicked his tongue in response, casting an unimpressed glance at the wild mass of hair.
Hange raised an eyebrow. “What, you don’t think it’s cute?”
Levi didn’t answer, but he stood abruptly, pushing his chair back with a scrape. Unexpectedly, he leaned over the table, reaching for their hair. With soft, careful gestures, he began to smooth out the tangles, his fingers gently carding through the tousled locks.
Hange blinked in surprise at the unusual display, but as Levi’s focused expression softened, a real smile spread across their face -genuine and bright, something that lit up their eyes.
Levi’s nose and cheeks were flushed, his ears red from the cold -though Hange couldn’t help but hope the icy weather was not the only cause. They felt a wave of affection surge through them, their heart beating a little faster as they watched him.
“You’re cute, you know that?” Hange said softly, barely a whisper, as they let their smile widen.
Levi, completely unaware of the adoration in their gaze, mumbled something that sounded like a protest but didn’t pull away.
Just as he tucked a strand of hair behind Hange’s ear, the waitress came back to their table with a bright smile.
 “Well, aren’t you two the cutest lovebirds,” she said, teasing, as she set a small notepad down the table.
Hange giggled at the nickname.
“Lovebirds? How sweet!” they cooed, their face lighting up.
Levi, on the other hand, was clearly annoyed.
“Lovebirds? What the hell?” He grumbled under his breath. “What are we, spotty teens?”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mea-,” the waitress started.
Hange kicked Levi’s ankle under the table and smiled brightly at the waitress. “Don’t mind Mr. Grumpy Pants,” they said with a chuckle. “He's a decent little dude once you get to know him.”
Levi let out an exaggerated sigh, but Hange could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
The waitress scribbled down their orders. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
As she turned and walked away, Hange and Levi locked eyes, reaching out over the table to intertwine their fingers.
It seemed it had been ages since their first date. Yet, in this very moment, in this very place, everything just felt the same as it had that day.
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The golden warmth of the fall afternoon sun bathed the café in a welcoming atmosphere. Outside, the air was crisp, with a faint chill that only seemed to make the cozy place more enjoyable.
Levi had been sitting at a small table by the window for a while now, his expression unreadable, but his gaze soft as he stared outside.
Along the street, beeches and pin oaks were shedding their leaves, fiery reds, oranges, and yellows drifting down in the cold wind to the sidewalk below. A few passers-by, wrapped in their jackets, occasionally paused to admire the beautiful display of fall colors. Levi’s eyes briefly lingered on them in the same detached way he observed everything around him.
Only a few customers were scattered throughout the quiet café. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wafted to him from time to time.
Levi looked effortlessly handsome, in his simple but elegant outfit, his well-cut jacket fitting him just right.
He glanced at his watch for the third time since he arrived and sighed.
He leaned back in his seat and grabbed the menu, his gaze momentarily shifting to the words printed on it. He wasn’t hungry, not really, but the menu offered a distraction while he waited.
As he scanned the list, he remained blissfully unaware of the admiring glances exchanged between the waitress and the cashier girl, both of them casting furtive looks at him from behind the counter.
The café’s door swung open in a burst. Levi jolted in his seat, startled by the sudden ringing of the bell, and his eyes immediately shot up from the menu.
Hange.
A gust of cold air followed them as they stepped in with sparkling energy. A whirlwind.
Their messy hair fluffed by the wind and a wide smile on their lively face, they bounced into the café and scanned the room with excitement.
The waitress and cashier exchanged a quick, amused glance before giggling softly, their eyes trailing over Hange’s disheveled state.
Levi, however, frowned as he watched them, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Hange’s hair sticking out in every direction.
As Hange spotted Levi at the table and waved at him, their smile widening, the girls’ mouths dropped open in surprise.
Their eyes flicked between the two of them, slowly realizing that this was the person Levi had been waiting for. It hit them both at once, their expressions shifting from curiosity to astonishment as they witnessed the connection between Levi, who seemed so quiet and composed, and the exuberant person now making their way toward him.
Hange almost tripped over their own feet as they made their way to Levi’s table, narrowly catching themself before they stumbled. They plopped down dramatically into the seat across from him, speaking loudly as though the entire café needed to hear.
"Sorry I’m late! The wind’s insane today," Hange said in an animated tone.
Levi didn’t reply immediately, but a hint of disapproval flickered in his eyes as he took in their unkempt state, spotting leaves stuck in their wild hair, a tangled mess of autumn colors.
Completely oblivious to their own disarray -and to Levi’s softening gaze- Hange reached into their pocket, pulling out a heart-shaped golden leaf and holding it out to Levi with a grin.
“For you!”
Levi took the leaf, his expression neutral.
“You’re a mess,” he muttered, “and you’re late.”
"So sorry to be late but those leaves are so pretty! I had to find the perfect one for you! You see, the heart shape? This is basically nature’s way of blessing our date.”
Levi looked down at the leaf in his hand, then back up at Hange, his lips twitching ever so slightly as if he held back a smile.
The waitress joined them as he thanked Hange for their unusual gift.
Hange leaned forward to make their order. “I’ll have the pumpkin chai latte, with extra sugar and extra whipped cream, and, oh! Do you have any sprinkles?”
They looked at the waitress with wide, sparkling eyes.
Levi didn’t even blink as he ordered, “Black tea. No sugar.”
Hange raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You're just gonna drink... sadness in a cup?”
Levi glanced at them, trying his best to suppress the slight irritation creeping into his voice. “Says the one ordering dessert instead of coffee.”
“Oh, come on! It's fall! It’s a vibe!" Hange insisted, grinning. "What’s better in life than whipped cream and sprinkles?”
Levi scoffed, shaking his head. “Not getting diabetes every time you drink coffee?”
“Just let me enjoy my dose of comfort while you sip your bland, depressing beverage,” Hange teased.
Their drinks arrived shortly and Hange started to tell one of their passionate stories, waving their arms dramatically. “Okay, so the other day I was reading this book about quantum physics and-”
Levi listened quietly, drinking in their animated features as he took a careful sip of his hot tea.
“-it’s fascinating!” Hange continued, oblivious to his lingering gaze. “So, what if we could shift our density to one similar to gas and phase through walls?”
Levi rolled his eyes. ”Who the hell would care about something that useless?”
Hange grinned widely. “Well, I find it fascinating. And fun! What about you, huh? What’s your idea of fun?”
“I don’t know… Cleaning, maybe…”
Hange chuckled, but before they could reply, Levi reached across the table, his fingers brushing through their tousled hair. “Got a leaf in your hair,” he whispered.
He gently pulled the golden leaf from the mess of hair, his touch surprisingly delicate, as though he had done this a hundred times before.
Hange froze, blinking up at him, caught off guard by the sudden attention. Their heartbeat quickened. He had never been so close to them, and this all felt somewhat… intimate.
Totally unaware of the effect his small gesture had, Levi sat back to sip his tea.
A blush crept up their neck, but before overthinking Levi’s gesture, they cleared their throat and went back to their story, gesturing wildly as if nothing had happened.
“So, yeah, imagine if we could just phase through walls! The possibilities would be endless!”
Eager to return to their usual chatter, Hange went on blabbering about physics with animated gestures until their hand, in the middle of their rambling, swept across the table, knocking their pumpkin chai latte off.
The drink toppled over, splashing onto the table and spilling across Hange’s sleeve.
“Oh, crap!” Hange grabbed a napkin and immediately started scrambling to clean up the mess, though all they were really doing was spreading the stain.
Levi sighed, pushing his tea aside, then reached into his pocket for his neatly folded handkerchief. Without a word, he slid it across the table toward them.
Hange looked at the handkerchief before meeting Levi’s eyes with a sheepish grin.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Levi, I swear I’m not usually this clumsy-"
Clearly not convinced, Levi raised an eyebrow.
“And I don't want to ruin your handkerchief.”
“Don’t bother. You’ll probably spill something else on it anyway,” he deadpanned.
Hange chuckled nervously. "Fair enough… I’ll wash it and return it, of course."
Levi leaned back in his chair as Hange wiped their sleeve, and his gaze briefly drifted out of the window, his fingers tracing lightly the rim of his cup. He thought of Erwin, who had been so sure he would get along with Hange.
"Seriously, Levi," Erwin had said a week ago, when Levi hesitated, "I can tell you two are going to hit it off. Just say yes to the invite. You’ll be glad you did."
Levi had been annoyed by the unsolicited advice at the time, but now, as he looked at Hange across from him, he told himself that maybe… Well, maybe Erwin had been right.
His hand brushed against Hange’s briefly as they both reached for the napkins at the same time. A small spark of warmth radiated from the touch.
He glanced over at Hange, still too caught up in cleaning the last traces of whipped cream from their earlier mishap. Levi would probably never admit it aloud, but Erwin was right. He was glad he had said yes.
The conversation resumed, Hange trying to act like they weren't mortified over the spill.
When the waitress returned to clean the table, she winked at the cashier girl who stood by the counter, both of them exchanging a knowing look before focusing on their task.
They had noticed the soft way Levi and Hange’s eyes lingered on each other, the small, unspoken moments that they weren’t quite aware of -the way Levi’s hand brushed Hange’s, how Hange’s smile widened when their eyes met.
It was obvious that something was shifting between the two.
The waitress quickly cleared the last of the napkins and mugs, trying to remain professional, but a small, amused smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
When she reached the counter, the cashier girl leaned over, still watching the couple from afar. “Something’s going on, huh?” she murmured.
The waitress shook her head with a chuckle. “They don’t even know it yet.”
Hange pushed their chair back abruptly, their usual whirlwind energy somewhat coming back. “Let’s go for a walk,” they proposed, tugging at their coat. “I know a park nearby.”
“Ok,” he muttered, rising to go and pay the check.
Levi soon reached the counter and handed over the cash, his eyes drifting toward Hange as the cashier counted out his change. They were near the door, fumbling with their scarf as it caught awkwardly in their coat. However, their smile, bright and unbothered, lit up their face.
He turned away, walking a few paces to the side to slip his wallet back into his pocket.
His fingers brushed the soft edges of the leaf Hange had given him earlier. The absurdity of it -a heart-shaped leaf, of all things, really?- should have annoyed him. But instead, he felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom in his chest.
“They’re cute together,” the cashier whispered as he put on his gloves.
“Definitely mismatched,” the waitress murmured, lowering her voice. “But, somehow, it works. He’s all gruff and serious and handsome; and they’re... well...”
Levi caught enough of their comments to make his brow twitch.
The waitress smirked. “Maybe he has a thing for chaos.”
“The way he’s watching them?” the cashier continued,”Bet he doesn’t even realize he’s totally smitten.”
The word made Levi’s jaw tighten. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and turned abruptly toward the door.
He muttered something under his breath as he walked across the café, his ears burning faintly.
Hange had finally managed to get their coat on and grinned up at him, oblivious to the way he was still recovering from the girls’ words.
“All set?” they asked cheerfully, entirely unaware of his internal turmoil.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
Levi pushed the door open for them, the sound of the two girls’ muffled giggles following them as they stepped outside.
⋆⁺₊❅.
The brisk air was refreshing. As soon as they entered the quiet park, Hange veered off the path, scanning the ground. They crouched to pick up a golden leaf, then another, holding them up to study their shape and texture.
Levi watched them from a step behind, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The cold wind didn’t bother him when a faint warmth crept up his neck as he observed their overwhelming, almost childish enthusiasm. It was chaotic, messy, yet oddly endearing.
They reached a small pond and Hange stopped, gazing at their reflection in the water with an unusual frown.
“I’m terrible at this,” they said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Dating, I mean. I’m... too much. People don’t usually stick around.”
Levi stopped beside them, glancing at their solemn expression before speaking in a gentle tone. “Maybe you just haven’t met someone who can handle it.”
Hange’s head turned toward him.
They locked eyes and silence hung in the air between them for a while.
Then, a mischievous smile curled on their lips. “Handle it, huh? Are you volunteering for the job?”
Their eyelashes fluttered playfully.
Levi rolled his eyes, but his faint smirk betrayed him. “Tch. Don’t read too much into it.”
They continued walking along the park path, the autumn leaves crunching softly under their feet. Hange slowed every so often to examine a particular leaf or to show him the different species of trees, rambling enthusiastically about them.
Levi followed silently, his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze never leaving Hange.
They passed a vendor selling small trinkets and plush toys. Among them, a chubby titan plush caught Hange’s eye, and they froze.
“Levi!” they gasped, pointing at it with childlike excitement. “Look at this cutie! I need it.”
“A plushie, really? What are you, five?” Levi deadpanned
He glanced at the stuffed toy. Of course, it was ridiculously huge. However, he thought, he hadn’t brought flowers to his date after all. So, he couldn’t do otherwise than oblige now, could he?
When he handed the plush to a beaming Hange, they hugged it like it was the most precious treasure in the world.
“This will go perfectly with my collection!” Hange exclaimed.
Levi raised an eyebrow. “Collection of what? Ugly monsters?”
“Hey! It’s cute,” they protested, holding the plush protectively. “And you got it for me, which makes it extra special.”
Levi scoffed but glanced away, embarrassed by the warmth creeping up his cheeks.
He cleared his throat before speaking again. “We should go, it’s getting dark out here.”
They crossed the park at a leisurely pace.
“You know, when I told Eyebrows I was asking you out, he gave me this weird smirk, like he’d predicted it or something,” Hange blurted out after a while.
Levi side-eyed them, hands fidgeting in his pockets. “Sounds like him.”
“Actually, he told me, ‘Levi would enjoy your company more than he lets on.’ I think he oversold it.”
Levi chuckled.
“Did he bribe you to say yes?” Hange asked.
“All he said was that you were tolerable,” Levi replied with a smirk, his tone deadpan. “He left out the part where you’d try to drown the table in chai latte.”
“So he did scheme!” Hange exclaimed. “I knew it! Not that I’m complaining though…”
Levi glanced sideways at them again, noticing the faint flush on their cheeks.
They had reached the edge of the park when Hange stopped suddenly at the corner where they had to part ways.
“Thanks for walking me,” Hange said. “I’m this way.”
They gestured toward their street, their hand lingering mid-air as if unsure whether to wave or stay still.
Levi shifted his weight, smoothing down the golden leaf still tucked in his pocket.
 “You’d probably have tripped and stumbled in the mud otherwise.”
Hange laughed, their voice warm. “Sounds like something I could do, yeah.”
The street felt quiet for a moment. Hange looked at Levi, their usual confidence shifting into something hesitant, almost shy.
“Well…” They tilted their head, a small, nervous smile forming.
Before Levi could think it through, his hand moved, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from their forehead. The gesture was brief but tender, catching Hange off guard. Their eyes widened slightly, their cheeks warming as they stood frozen for a second.
Levi pulled his hand back, his expression unreadable except for the faintest hint of something soft in his gaze. “Your hair’s a fucking mess, Four-Eyes.”
The tension just vanished and they both laughed softly.
As Levi was about to turn to leave, Hange surprised him, leaning in and brushing the lightest, most hesitant kiss against his cheek.
“Thanks for today,” they said quietly, stepping back before Levi could reply.
Levi stared at them, momentarily at a loss for words.
His face burned, whether from the cold or something else entirely, he couldn’t say.
“Just don’t be late next time,” he replied, walking away before Hange could see the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Hange watched him go before turning and heading home, their smile never fading.
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Levi and Hange were lost in their own small world at the corner table, the humming of conversations and the occasional clink of porcelain blurred in the background. Steam curled up from their drinks, warming their cold hands and flushing their cheeks.
Hange took a generous sip of their overly sweet concoction and sighed contentedly.
“This really takes me back,” they said, their voice tinged with nostalgia. “It feels like nothing’s changed here.”
Levi hummed quietly in agreement, his black tea cooling in front of him. His eyes drifted to Hange’s hand resting on the table, fingers drumming absently against the wood. Without thinking, his own hand shifted closer, brushing against theirs in a fleeting touch.
Hange glanced up, surprised by the uncharacteristic gesture, but Levi kept his gaze fixed on his cup. “I still have it, you know,” he confessed, his voice low, almost reluctant.
“Have what?” Hange tilted their head, their curiosity piqued.
“The leaf,” Levi said simply, his thumb lightly grazing over Hange’s knuckles now. “The one you gave me that day. Pressed it in a book.” He paused, feeling the heat rise to his face. “Still there.”
Hange blinked, their expression softening into something unmistakably tender. “You’re kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Levi grumbled, finally meeting their gaze.
Hange’s face broke into a radiant smile, one that made Levi’s chest tighten in that familiar, inexplicable way. “Levi Ackerman, you always surprise me,” they teased.
“Tch. Don’t get used to it,” he deadpanned. However, he didn’t pull his hand away, his thumb slightly brushing their ring instead.
Hange hesitated, their fingers curling around the edge of their mug as they shifted slightly in their seat. Their eyes flickered between Levi’s face and the steam rising from their drink before finally settling on the view outside the window..
“That first date. I still think about it often.”
Levi watched them quietly, his brow furrowing slightly at their uncharacteristic hesitation. “You do?” he asked softly, as though he wasn’t sure if he should press.
Hange nodded, their gaze dropping for a moment before they bit their lip, a faint smile playing at the corners of their mouth.
“Yeah. Especially…” Their voice trailed off as they glanced again toward the window to watch the soft snow falling outside. “The plushie you got me.”
Levi’s lips tugged upward as he thought about the ugly stuffed toy sitting in Hange’s office. “Don’t know why you’ve kept that thing all this time.”
“It’s sentimental,” they add in a whisper. “You got it for me and I love it.”
They fell silent, the weight of their words hanging in the air for a while.
Levi gently squeezed their hand and their eyes met.
Then suddenly, as though deciding something, Hange leaned down, fumbling among the paper bags resting by their feet. They picked up the red one, their fingers tightening on the handles as they placed it on the table in front of Levi.
He blinked at the bag, then at Hange, who was now watching him with a nervous expression.
“What’s this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“I was going to wait until Christmas,” Hange began quickly, their words tumbling over one another. “But this… this just feels like the right moment.”
Levi raised a skeptical eyebrow but pulled the bag toward him, carefully lifting out the contents. His movements stilled when he realized what it was: a soft, absurdly detailed titan onesie.
For a moment, Levi said nothing, simply staring at the tiny outfit in his hands. His thumb brushed over the fabric, lingering on the little details -the ridiculous hood, the tiny mittens. Then his eyes flicked up to meet Hange’s.
Their heart pounded as they studied his face for any reaction, their own nerves fraying with each passing second. “It’s, uh, a little… symbolic,” they started, biting their lip again.
His lips parted slightly, and for a fleeting second, Hange swore they saw a flicker of emotion in his usually composed expression. 
He cleared his throat.
“You… You’re serious?” he asked, almost breathless.
Hange simply nodded, their nervous smile giving way to something warmer, more certain.
Levi’s gaze dropped back to the onesie in his hands. He clicked his tongue, but the corners of his mouth turned upward, the faintest hint of a smile breaking through.
“A titan onesie. Of course you had to make it weird, Four-Eyes.”
Hange laughed, their shoulders relaxing as relief and joy washed over them. “Would you expect anything less from me?”
Levi didn’t answer, but smiled instead, his eyes still on the onesie as his fingers brushed over it again, this time more gently.
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The room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock on the bedside table. The flickering glow of the street lights peeked through a crack in the curtain, painting patterns and shadows on the walls.
Levi lay behind Hange, his arm draped protectively over their side. They were sound asleep, their breathing slow and even, their hair a messy halo over the pillow.
He could feel the gentle rise and fall of their chest beneath his arm, a steady rhythm that usually lulled him to sleep.
But tonight Levi’s eyes remained open, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His mind raced with a muddle of thoughts he couldn’t quite organize.
A dad. He was going to be a dad.
The thought alone sent an odd mix of feelings coursing through him -anticipation, fear, uncertainty. What the hell did he know about being a father? Could he even do this?
His chest tightened, but before the doubts could spiral further, he shifted closer to Hange, burying his nose in the crook of their neck. The faint earthy scent of their skin and the warmth of their body slowly shushed his anxious thoughts.
His hand brushed gently over their belly. He let out a quiet breath, and started to whisper in the dark as if the baby could somehow hear him.
“Oi, brat. Hope you get the color of their eyes. Or their brains. Or maybe their enthusiasm, I don’t fucking know…. Whatever, you’ll be amazing like them anyway.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell them or Four-Eyes will never let me hear the end of it.”
He pressed a kiss to the back of Hange’s neck, soft and lingering.
“Don’t know how that works but I’ll do my best. We’ll do our best. And I’ll love you just as much as I love them. I promise.”
As he kissed their warm skin again, Hange stirred faintly, letting out a quiet sigh before settling back into sleep. Levi closed his eyes, letting their presence soothe him.
For now, he would let the worry go.
For now, he would just hold them and cherish this moment.
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sunflowersunite · 6 months ago
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What are your headcanons for levihan if Hange had survived?
thank you SO MUCH @quillsandblades, I love those sorts of questions
firstly, after they've calmed down from the war and the Rumbling, Hange wants to travel. She wants to see all sorts of sights, learn everything, see everything. Levi follows, inevitably. He's always had her back (he's always been her left eye), so now he goes with her. it's natural to follow her by now.
they don't speak about their feelings immediately. They rushed to confess when the world was ending, and now that it's not, something keeps them from doing it. They've held off for so long that they don't know how to let go of their reluctance. Armin and the others roll their eyes, but wave goodbye at them at the airport.
it's all right, though, because they get to travel together, and start a whole another life.
Hange sees all sorts of devices, ancient or not. She goes to museums, sees human history unfolding before her. Artworks, statues, declarations of war, peace treaties, rusty machines and legendary monuments.
Levi watches her and smiles. He sees the old Hange again, the one without the weight of the Wings of Freedom.
Levi starts to look younger without the stress lines. He smiles a bit more. Hange smiles a lot, and she returns to her old self gradually. They're both so proud of each other (which means extra teasing)
She tries weird spicy food, while he sticks to the beverages. She wants to make him eat, because "you can't know you don't like it if you've never tried"
later, she discovers the Rubik's cube. It takes her about two days to solve it (two days straight, without food, and Levi had to force her to sleep)
Eventually, they settle down. They both want to return to Paradis and live there in anonymity.
They find a remote house in the forest, near the river, like they once promised to. They prefer to be calm and isolated-- or at least choose when they want to interact with the world. They live together, of course, it feels natural by now. It would feel unnatural not to, after everything.
The house has two bedrooms.
They go to Historia's for lunch often. She and her husband share weird looks, but they never say anything. Her daughter calls them aunt and uncle. She climbs on Levi's lap, and he doesn't complain, he just holds her nonchalantly and lets her touch the shaved part of his undercut.
When he asks Hange why she's smiling like an idiot, she tells him it's nothing.
Did I mention that he lets Hange cut his hair?
Hange studies plants, birds, has adopted some animals from time to time despite what Levi says.
Somehow, Levi manages to clean the entire house in no time. He also bathes Hange, because some things never change.
"Don't put pressure on yourself, that's an order," Hange tells him. "You're not my superior anymore," he reminds her. That holds more weight than he intended it to. They're free.
The weight of memories becomes to much to bear, eventually. With all the free time they have, all they do is remember those they've lost. The family that broke up.
Hange gets up at nights and goes to Levi's room. They don't exchange many words, she just crawls into bed with him. They sleep side by side. Eventually, the second bedroom turns into a study.
They treat each other's injuries, apply the necessary balms to the scars and the burns every day. It becomes their routine. Hange sometimes kisses the scar on his eye when she's done, just to see him flustered.
Levi doesn't do exactly the same to the burns on her back, but the touch of his fingers is so deliberately featherlight that Hange can't help but shiver. It's something that comes naturally, because he wants to take care of her.
They get married. It's the only possible outcome. They both knew it would happen, they just needed time to adjust to their newfound freedom.
"it wasn't that obvious," Hange complains when Historia makes a remark one day about "how great, it was about time".
"it was, Commander," Historia says. "We all saw it coming."
they share anecdotes, and the evening passes with Hange saying "wait, you were jealous??" and "that's why you said that??"
they both feel flustered when Historia reveals they were basically the parents of the 104th. They knew, but still, it being said out loud hits different.
Mikasa was maid of honour.
(now, whether they have kids of their own is another story.)
They're both awkward af, mostly Levi. At first when Levi wants to kiss her, he gets extra serious, catches her attention like "oi" and maybe grabs her by the hair.
They feel like Erwin's gonna appear out of nowhere and tell them that they're being unprofessional lol
For a while (or a lot) every time Levi wakes up, he feels like he'll open his eyes and it will all have been a dream, and he'll wake up back in the barracks with two eyes and more people to lose.
so Levi seeks next to him, finds Hange, and holds her, breathes in the scent of the forest and the sea salt on her. Only then does he open his eyes, when he feels like it's safe to. He's never told her.
They visit the sea very often. Levi stands up from his wheelchair then, and they hold hands and look. Now, the sea doesn't hold promises and vows, it's just sea. Blue and beautiful. They watch sunsets and sleep in the sand and watch sunrises together.
the house is full of photos of them and their trips, and little souvenirs and plants and Hange's research.
I feel like they would become legends as the time passed. Of course, Hange is a well known "historical figure" as the 14th Commander, but Levi? There are no pictures of him, only oral tales about "a soldier so strong he could defeat 30 titans at once". Yeah, right, as if. Where's the proof?
Hange becomes a herbologist or zoologist or astronomer or everything. Maybe she becomes a professor and does her own research on a field she loves. Some of her students come to her house and they see Levi Freaking Ackerman chilling like "wassup"
and they ask "did you really kill like 100 titans" "were titans even real?" (because scepticism and because they were too young to remember) And Levi just says "no" and goes about his day.
(there are swords on the wall, though)
Levi prefers to stay at home and be at peace. He helps refugees, of course, and "helps around" with Historia's orphanage (kids run around and he calls them brats)
Hange has made a bet with herself as they grow older that Levi will end up with more wrinkles around his eyes than between his brows. She's never told anyone.
(the bet is proceeding well)
eventually they grow old together and watch their "grandkids" (Historia's kids, Jean's kids, Aruani's kids, Mikasa's adopted kids, etc)
The kids call them their grandparents and they absolutely don't mind. Levi chastises them, but not harshly.
He teaches the kids how to flip butterfly knives. What is Jean going to do, tell him not to?
They absolutely adore Hange. She makes up those fun games and teaches them a multitude of things (although a parent must always be around because her games are kinda dangerous)
Levi wears Hange's clothes. The trope where the girl wears her man's T-shirts, and whatever-- that's Levi. And he can pull them off.
Hange wears his clothes too. I mean, Levi has broad shoulders and although the shirts might be kinda short, it's a fashion choice and she looks fabulous. They've forgotten which clothes are whose. Sometimes they even buy them the "wrong" size for the other one to steal.
Okay this is long, I gotta stop. But send me more questions like this, people, I love them
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wanderlustqueen-writes · 1 year ago
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Hypothesis Number Two
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Erwin assigns Hange with a mission: finding a way to bond with Levi. Hange's methods are… unorthodox.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë
Rating: SFW. Just fluff.
Warnings: Poop jokes?
Aditional Tags: She/Her pronouns for Hange Zoë
Wordcount: 1,9k
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“You want me to do WHAT?” Hange’s voice came out squeakier than she anticipated. Then again, the tone was justified, given the absolute ‘nutty as a fruitcake’ nature of the Commander’s request. 
“I said I want you to bond with him,” Erwin’s words were deliberately slow this time. He was standing by her desk in the science laboratory, the light from the candle dancing across his stern face. 
“I heard what you said” Hange replied, her eyes wide open, outstretched hands waving aimlessly at the air in front of her “I just… why? How? How do I even-”
“He’s been here a while but hasn’t made friends with anyone so far.” the commander caught a glimpse of Hange’s eye roll and sighed in response. “I usually stay out of your businesses, but given the nature of what we do, this intervention is necessary. Levi’s raw talent won’t be of much help if he is not able to trust his squad. Or vice-versa. So I need someone to… break the ice. To make him feel more comfortable with the Survey Corps. Someone to bond with him, so others follow suit”
Hange listened carefully to Erwin’s words. Their leader, as usual, had his eyes on an important goal that the others hadn’t seen yet. 
“I understand that, Erwin. But why ask me?” Hange pointed towards herself as if she were a rotten apple at the market stall. “It’s not like I’m someone he is particularly fond of. Hell, he seems to hate me even more than he hates Mike, and I heard that Mike shoved his head into a pool of sewage once!” 
“He did no such thing.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It was a puddle of muddy water. Anyway, I’m asking you because everyone else is scared of him” 
“But-”
“Just think of it as an experiment. What works? What doesn't work? You’ll find out. And if that doesn’t motivate you, just remember that I’m commander and this is an order.” As soon as the last word left the leader’s lips, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Hange stood there for a good ten minutes, awestruck, pondering over what the hell had just happened. She couldn't deny her curiosity about the new captain. He came from a completely different background but his abilities were unmatched, even by the most experienced soldiers. His nonchalance also had some sort of appeal to her, like a mystery waiting to be solved, and it didn’t hurt that he was so easy on the eyes (although she kept that last part to herself). Still, Erwin’s choice was weird. Hange thought that someone more charismatic and generally likable, such as Petra, would be the most obvious person for the job. Was the commander, again, seeing something ahead that was not yet clear to her? Maybe. Probably. But even if that was not the case, Hange wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
She took a bite of that nutty fruitcake and it tasted exciting and sweet. Fair enough. She set by the lab desk and started scribbling on a piece of paper. Let’s get this experiment going!
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The perfect opportunity to set her plan in motion came up a few days later when they gathered in the mess hall after a particularly tiring training session with the new Special Operations Squad. 
Hange’s plan was… peculiar. She knew that to bond with Levi, she needed to find some common ground with him, but the captain was so damn closed! The only interest she knew he had was neatness. She was halfway through creating a plan to make their cleaning duty schedules coincide when it hit her: he apparently also liked poop talk. Seriously, for someone so obsessed with hygiene, that shorty sure talked a lot about excrement.
Hange ripped the previous plan and started to write down her new ideas. Erwin said she could think of this as an experiment, right? Then It was only right to approach the matter with the scientific method:
Observation: Levi is an introspective shorty who grunts at everyone, cleans obsessively, and talks a lot about feces. Hypothesis: A poop joke will create a moment of positive connection with Levi. Experiment: Tell Levi a good poop joke and observe his reaction.
Then, all she had to do was analyze the results and convey her conclusions to Erwin. It was definitely a bet, but one that might just pay off.
So Hange buried herself in research for two days, until she found the perfect joke and the right way to tell it. There was nothing else to do other than wait for the best opportunity to conduct her experiment, and when the soldiers sat at the mess hall to tell stories and relieve the tension from the training, Hange knew that it had arrived.
They sat facing each other through the small corridor, their backs leaning against the table tops behind them. Moblit, Hange, Erwin, Mike, and Nanaba on one bench, Gunther, Eld, Levi, Petra, and Oluo on the other, all drinking from their jugs, except for the new captain, whose chosen poison was tea.
“... and that’s when I found Oluo lying in a pile of trash behind the bar.” The older soldier scowled as Petra concluded her story. “Come on, Oluo. Don’t be so tedious. You did look pretty funny with that banana peel on your toupé”. Most of the Corps laughed audibly, and even Mike and Nanaba let out a giggle at the ridiculous image.
“What about you, captain? Do you have any funny stories for us?” Petra asked, still laughing a bit while wiping the tears that had accumulated in her eyes. She seemed to be making an effort to put Levi at ease with his new squad. Hange made a note to herself to ask Erwin about that later.
“No,” Levi answered dryly. Then, when he noticed the negative change in the young woman’s facial expression, he elaborated “Not many fun stories where I come from.”
“I have one” Hange raised her arm eagerly, breaking the uncomfortable silence, and, for once, her comrades seemed grateful that she decided to say something. “It’s a poop joke”. 
“Ugh,” Oluo said. From the corner of her eye, she saw Erwin giving her an inquisitive look. On her other side, Moblit had… was that fear on his face? Oh, Come on!
“So, a bear and a rabbit are taking a dump in the woods…” Hange started, suppressing the grin that was forcing its way into her lips. She wasn’t the best at telling jokes (always got too excited before the punchline) but she was trying her best this time. She couldn’t let external conditions interfere with the results of the experiment. Her comedic timing needed to be perfect. 
Oluo let out another groan. Was he really disgusted by the mention of feces or was he trying to emulate Levi? He seemed to be doing this a lot these days. Petra elbowed him and smiled at Hange. The rest of the Survey Corps all looked at the squad leader expectantly, some more amused than others, except for Levi, who had his eyes fixed on the teacup he was slowly bringing towards his lips.
“A bear and a rabbit are taking a dump in the woods” Hange started over. “After the bear is done with his business, he turns to the rabbit and says “Hey, Rabbit. Do you have a problem with shit sticking to your fur?" “‘Well, no. I’m quite used to it” Hange put in extra effort in making believable voices for the characters, which drew some laughter across the tables. Levi remained indifferent, taking a long sip of his tea. Hange continued.“‘Good’, the bear says. Then he grabs the rabbit and wipes his ass with him.”
For one instant, the room went silent, except for the sound of liquid spurring out of Levi's partially closed lips. Hange’s vision got blurry as particles of tea covered her lenses. The wetness of her face was uncomfortable, but she was focused on more pressing matters. Who was sitting directly in front of Levi, again? Crap! The scientist raised the glasses to her forehead and slowly looked to her right side. Like a wax figure, Erwin sat with furrowed brows and clenched lips, completely soaked in the brown liquid. One could believe he was a literal statue, had it not been for the painfully slow rhythm of his breathing, moving his chest up and down. Crap, crap, crap, crap!! As she thought this, a thick drop of tea traced a path down his left eyebrow. Yep. She was in deeper shit than that rabbit. 
Hange’s mind started working at a frantic pace, a whirlwind of synapses preparing the deepest, most heartfelt apology ever, but, then, she noticed something everyone else had caught on before her: Levi. Even Erwin seemed unbothered by the tea bath he had just taken, as he looked at the new captain without blinking. 
Levi was staring blindly at the floor beneath him, his hand frozen, holding the teacup directly in front of his face. His nostrils were dilated and the eyebrows were completely furrowed, but also… twitching? The captain’s lips moved as if he were trying to say something, but no words were coming out of his body. 
“Is he ill?” Someone asked. The voice brought Hange back to the present. 
“Captain, are you okay?” Petra asked, concerned, then turned to look at the scientist “Hange, I think you broke Levi.”
“What is happening?” Erwin’s question was not rhetorical. 
Hange analyzed the captain for a moment, the ambiguity on his expression,  all the twitching and trembling.
“I think he is… deciding?”
As if it recognized the cue, Levi’s expression melted into an audible giggle. A giggle! It was hoarse and higher pitched than Hange anticipated, but most of all, it was adorable. The sound disappeared as fast as it had come, leaving everyone agape.
“Tch. That was disgusting, Four Eyes.” Levi said, with a small grin on his lips. “Do you know another one?”
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A few hours later,  Erwin stopped by Hange’s side as they refilled their jugs.
“Interesting technique,” the commander said, without looking at her. 
“I guess you picked the right person for the job” Hange smirked, then suddenly remembered her question about Petra. “By the way, did you assign this mission to anyone else?”
“No, just to you. How did you know that that would work?”
“Science” Hange winked. Erwin let out an amused puff of air through his nose, then narrowed his eyes. “Was this also part of your plan?” the commander signaled at the brown stain on his shirt.
“Of course not. But I wish it was. That was genius!” The scientist laughed loudly, and the commander himself giggled. 
“Fair enough” Erwin responded, a light smirk still on his lips. “On a completely unrelated note, I’m assigning your squad to the toilet cleaning task for the rest of the month”
“Oh, come on! I was just following your orders” Hange pleaded, but the commander remained silent. “Okay, fine. It was worth it, though.” The scientist said as she walked back to her table. 
As Hange approached her comrades, Levi moved to make room for her on his bench. Erwin observed the quirky squad leader sit by the new captain’s side and smile at him as she said something. The commander’s lips curled to a slight grin. It wouldn’t be long before those two fools began to see what was already clear as day to him. 
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phantommaws · 1 year ago
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Chapter Preview - A Tender Moment
The covers curled around the pair as Levi held Hange close, gently nuzzling the top of their head with his chin. He still couldn’t comprehend the fact that he had almost lost her that day; seeing her stood with the rest of their fallen comrades in the smoke clouds kicked up by the Rumbling. Watching as they approached and kissed him so gently, only to be forced to watch as she had disappeared right in front of him within arm's reach. Oh, how he had sobbed uncontrollably then and for many hours afterwards, longing to feel the warmth of their body pressed against his own and to have the comfort of the sweet, earthy tones of their scent. How much he had longed to hold Hange in his arms afterwards, only to become a broken mess when he remembered that he couldn’t.
“You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?” Levi let his fingers trail lazily through the strands of his lover’s russet-hued hair, curling a lock around his index finger before planting a gentle kiss upon the crown of their head.
“Mmm?” came Hange’s sleepy response, and Levi couldn’t help but smile slightly as the brunette looked up at him, eyes tired and he knew that the ex-Commander was struggling to stay awake.
“You are as precious to me as the moon is to the stars in the night sky. You are my sunshine on a cloudy day, my shelter from the rain when it pours. I love you more than I ever thought possible, Hange. More than life itself and it’s never felt so good to be alive when I am by your side.” Levi whispered, continuing to play with Hange’s hair as he stared up at the ceiling, “I never expected to love someone that way after I lost Erwin. His death was a horrific tragedy that I struggled to process. If you were to tell me like, six or so years ago that I was going to be marrying you? I won’t know what I would have done in that moment. We don’t even have that much longer to wait now, Hans.”
Glancing back down, he noticed that Hange was in fact now asleep in his arms. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, leaning over and gently planting a soft kiss on their forehead. Seeing his partner so comfortable next to him, held safely in his arms where nobody could ever hurt her again? Everything felt perfect in that moment as he brushed a stray lock of their hair from where it lay on their face, seeing the scar that stretched across their left eyelids. Hange got lucky during the battle – the force at which the rock had struck her should have been enough to kill her on the spot.
“Goodnight, Hange…” Levi whispered before settling himself down for the remainder of the night, keeping Hange held to his chest. They smelled of sunlight and petrichor, a soothing symphony that worked quickly to lull him into a deep sleep…
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dont-f-with-moogles · 1 year ago
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WIP It Wednesday
But... I have two posted 2 things recently!
Mittens - on AO3
Waiting - on Tumblr
...you know, if you've got 20 mins to spare and need a quick hit, I've got you covered.
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sixpennydame · 2 years ago
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Writer’s Duel ⚔️
Terra Bee of @dont-f-with-moogles challenged me to a little duel: I would write a LeviHan drabble and she, in turn, would write a Levi x Reader. I took the picture prompt and Cuddle AU challenge from @giuliadrawsstuff for inspiration:
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Let the games begin…
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Two For The Road
Characters: Levi x Hange
Word Count: 881
TW: slight nb discrimination
“Ok, my turn! How did it go?…Oh yeah: Up to my mouth, down through my gums, look out stomach, here it comes!”
Hange taps the shot glass of tequila down on the bar then brings it to their lips to gulp down. Their face contorts as they grab a lime to suck on.
“Wahhh! That’s some strong stuff! You ladies sure know how to show someone a good time!”
The older women cackle and Levi crosses his arms.
Hange looks at him and slides a shot over his way. “Come on…are you gonna be a stick-in-the-mud this whole night?”
He scowls. “Yes.”
“Take a shot with me!”
“No.”
Hange rolls their eyes. “Fine..I guess I’ll just have to drink for the both of us.”
Tap. Gulp.
Levi watches as Hange sucks on another lime. “Remind me why I agreed to go on this roadtrip with you?”
“Because I needed someone to experience the open road with me. To be my adventure companion..” Hange puts an arm around Levi. “..and I needed a car.” They laugh.
“You mean the car that is currently being towed to the only auto repair shop in this backwards-ass town?”
They slam their elbow on the bar and point ridiculously close to his face. “That’s the one!”
Levi had never really been out of the city he’d been born and raised in. But being on this road trip with Hange taught him that there was a lot of NOTHING in between the two coasts: just small towns, corn fields, and cows.
Levi looks around at the dive bar strangely called, “Hootenannies”. It seemed to be the only bar in town and was the only place open at this time of night. When they walked in, every eye was on them; Levi could tell that this was the kind of town where outsiders were instantly noticed, especially outsiders that looked like them.
The tattoos all over their arms, their ripped t-shirts and combat boots. They definitely stood out.
Most of the patrons were just old drunks who didn’t care who they drank with, but some of the others…
…Levi could tell they did not want them there, and he was on alert.
Hange, on the other hand, was having the time of their lives.
“So..why is this drink called, ‘The Shotgun Wedding’?”
The woman sitting next to Hange hands her the drink and laughs. “Because once you drink that, someone’s getting pregnant!”
Hange’s eyes widen. “That sounds inconvenient. Ah well, I’ll take my chances.” They down the drink and the bartender and women cheer, patting their back.
Suddenly Levi noticed a grizzled man stumble over to them.
“Hey…so just what ARE you anyway?” He leans his hand on Hange’s barstool and Levi can smell the alcohol reeking off of him.
His presence doesn’t phase Hange in the least. “I, sir, am someone who is about to order another Shotgun Wedding. One more, please!”
“No..” his body moves closer to Hange and Levi sits up a little straighter, “I mean, are you a girl or boy or WHAT?”
Hange scoffs and then grabs their drink.
“We don’t like your kind here,” he yells.
“It seems people like us just fine,” Hange turns to look at him, “you just gotta give me a chance.” Then they plant a big, wet kiss on the man’s lips.
The man reacts by spinning Hange’s chair around and raising his fist. In an instant, Levi is up and punches the man hard in the gut.
“Hands off, motherfucker,” Levi threatens, both hands squeezed into fists.
The drunk man’s friends rush toward the bar, but Levi and Hange are able to dodge their fists easily. Hange gives one a right hook to his chin, and Levi takes on two of them. Eventually, they’re all knocked out and sprawled along the dirty floor.
Levi grabs Hange’s arm. “Come on, let’s get out of here before we piss more of them off.”
They bolt out of the door and run down the quiet street, turning into a darkened park to catch their breath.
“Wooo! I haven’t felt that alive in a long time! I forgot what a bad-ass you are, Levi!” Hange is jumping up and down amongst the trees and broken playground equipment.
Levi pushes them slightly. “You idiot! You could’ve gotten hurt in there!”
“But I didn’t, because you were there.”
“And what if I hadn’t been there, huh? What would you have done then?”
“Awww…you were worried about me..”
Hange’s teasing riles Levi up even more. “Because I love you, you dumbass!”
Hange just stands there, speechless. Levi can’t believe he just said that out loud, but there’s no turning back now.
“That's why I always agree to your stupid ideas, like this roadtrip. I just… want to be with you…” he huffs.
“Levi..” Hange says as they move closer. They cup Levi’s cheeks and his heart starts beating fast, then he leans in to kiss them. When they pull back, his cheeks are cherry-red.
Hange still has his face in their hands. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
Levi jerks his face back, embarrassed. “Never mind, forget what I said...” He starts walking down the street to their motel.
“No take-backs!” Hange says as they put an arm around Levi.
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LeviHan fans and Squad Denial: @youre-ackermine @this-is-krikkit @wanderlustqueen-writes - I hope I did you proud!
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sunflowersunite · 6 months ago
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they look like they're happily married
and have argued, and Hange smirks at him, because she's said something to provoke him again, it's how it always goes. Levi holds her gaze, because there she goes again, pushing his buttons, and he can't let her see.
"you can bring a dog here"
"really?"
"yes. over my dead body"
she pouts, but her eye just lights up at the challenge. "it's just for a week, Levi, until she finds a home"
"i don't care if it is for half a day. they're dirty and they stink"
"you say that about me as well, what's so different? i'll help you clean the house if she messes it up"
"no you won't"
Hange's grip on his shoulders is firm, and she twists him towards her again when he attempts to walk away.
"i know you love dogs and kids, and about anything that can listen to you. you're a softie"
"piss off"
Hange's smile only widens. "you are"
"you've messed up my house and my life"
"i know you still love me"
Levi's gaze darts to her lips. a wave of tenderness washes over him, and it's never failed to leave him breathless ever since he realised he loved her. damn her.
when they melt into each other, Hange smiles against his mouth.
"does that mean you'll let Sawney stay?"
"you'll walk her. and bathe her, and make sure she won't bite the furniture"
Hange throws her arms around him and traps him in a hug. they end up tumbling onto the floor, and Hange doesn't let him get up, because of her dumb habit to wrestle with him when she's excited. Levi flicks her nose and dodges the knee dangerously close to his ribs. let the dirty dog stay. he's happy if she is.
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a quick animation i forgot to share last week
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ackercoded · 1 year ago
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girl dinner.
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theysangastheyslew · 6 months ago
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IT'S CHRISTMAS IN JULY BITCHES (yes I know it's almost over shh 🤫)
Now could this have been 4 panels with Hans just plopping down on the couch, patting Levi on the shoulder and saying ''Yo I'm knocked up'', and then carrying on with their evening?
Why yes, yes indeed. But where's the struggle in that ? :')
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hangenderzoe · 6 months ago
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they watch tentacle porn for hours
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sunflowersunite · 5 months ago
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This is so canon.
(I always love mentions of Levihan being parents and of the 104th suspecting everything between them)
Married for the discounts!!
And them getting a bit happier and carefree after their quick wedding!!! I loved it!!!
how do you think a Levihan marriage proposal would happen? (who would do it, would they have planned to propose or would it be something of the moment?)
Thank you for the ask sunny! I had so much fun with this one 💜💚
I love thinking up scenarios about the levihan proposal! While there are too many I have in mind, there’s only two headcanons that I’d consider rational (Cuz the others are something like my fic Experiments and Feelings or yours Mrs Ackerman (is after your sanity), or that I basically consider them married from somewhere around the time Wall Maria fell). 
The first one would be if Hange survived the war (which she did, no one says otherwise): 
 So technically, Hanjo confessed or sort-of proposed first here when they were both in the forest. Levi doesn’t give her a proper answer because Eren’s going berserk with the Rumbling and they gotta get a hold of their brat (as responsible parents it’s their duty) and she understands cuz she gets Levi and he gets her and she knows she’s being rash
They reach the port, prepare the plane and things are starting to look up so he answers her proposal with a yes—but this is Levi Ackerman we’re talking about and he’s clumsy when it comes to romance. So he goes about it the childish way and hides it in taunts about her love for titans. This time it’s Hange who changes the subject, not as a rejection but a reminder that they’re not out of the woods yet
The Rumbling approaches and Hange decides to buy time but of course she’s smart and uses that head of hers to whip up a safe way to get them time rather than getting herself burnt (as she would have in canon if Isayama wasn’t hell bent on killing her) 
So she comes back on the plane without injuries or burns, she’s totally fine and the relief Levi feels in seeing her is so overwhelming he has to lie down to stop his head spinning. And he realises he needs her to stay alive even through their final charge and when she meets his eye he knows she’s thinking the same. 
War ends, peace prevails. Levihan retire and travel the world cuz Hange can’t sit still. They don’t talk about the forest or the port, they don’t know how to. Not now when everything’s much calmer, they’re not used to this kind of thing. 
But there’s an unspoken commitment between them, they’re ‘together’. Eventually they build a cabin in the forest but just living there is a monotonous routine neither of them are used to. So they still travel around but when they need a break they use their cabin, stay there for weeks or months. 
They visit the town and the market whenever they're staying, and people get to know them and they ask if they’re living together then are they married? They often try to explain that yes they live together but they’re not married. Are they lovers? They don’t know how to answer that cuz they never defined their relationship, she’s Hange, he’s Levi, isn’t that enough? Their vague answers leave several elderly people confused and giving them weird glances and having people whisper and mutter. But they don’t care, they’ve been through hell and what people say doesn’t matter anymore 
It’s Levi that addresses the thing, he suggests they get married. He’s not one for words so I never thought he’d give long speeches to propose. Levi had given marriage thought and it felt like a nice concept, Hange was never one for labels, so she never thought much on it, just happy with what they had
But then he asks her, quietly, almost timidly and there’s a slightest blush on his cheeks and he’s fidgeting and Hange just finds it adorable. But she wants to tease him a bit so she says sure but why and then he only mutters, “It’ll shut up the townspeople. And newlyweds get discounts in the market.” And she just laughs, “Sure Levi, I’ll marry you so we can get the discounts.” 
He tugs her ponytail and grumbles that she knows it’s not the only reason. Hange pesters him until he huffs out a quiet “It’s ‘cause I love you, you moron.” He doesn’t say that too often (emotionally constipated midget) but he repeats it now, looking right into her eyes and asking her to marry him. And she’s laughing and pink in the face when she says yes
The second one being around the time when Hange was commander:
Only when they come back from Shiganshina does the implications of what Levi had done hit him fully. Hange is now standing under the weight of the Survey Corps and the future of Eldia. It changes her, and Levi doesn’t like it, not one bit. 
She doesn’t smile like she used to, her laughter is curt, forced and not the carefree cackle he used to hear, the one that made him think she had wings and was soaring. In my mind, they already love each other, they know and have confessed long ago. They had to make the most of what they had and time for companionship was a luxury with death hanging over so close. So they’d thought, why the fuck not? We die today or in ten years at least our hearts will be in peace. 
But this, this is different. Hange isn’t dead, but she reeks of it. And that terrifies him. So he does what he can, he holds her when she’s cracking and stands beside her when she’s struggling to meet the gaze of the world. He knows the old Hange won’t be back now. 
And he realises how much he truly loves her, how much he needs her in his life. Even when she’s like this. He doesn’t care whether she’s shouting his ears off about titans or talking diplomacy with heavy eyes, she’s Hange and that’s all he wants from her. 
And Levi’s not the only one feeling like that. Hange thinks about them a lot, thinks how she’s there for him and he’s there for her. And she knows that matters. She notices weddings in the towns, sees couples tie the knot for life and she feels like it’s not a bad idea. Sharing the highs and lows of life with someone. 
But she’s commander and the world needs her and it’d be selfish. So she drops it (but she can’t and the urge keeps rising, and it makes her think why? She and Levi are already committed to each other, what will a simple stamp of marriage change? She doesn’t get it, but she knows she wants it.) 
Levi’s the one to propose (once again). It’s not fancy, there aren’t a lot of words, there aren’t even flowers or a ring. Only parchment, paper and ink stained fingers, a cup of tea and sunlight in her office. 
And the words, “Oi shitty-glasses, let’s get married.”
She laughs at first, devoid of humour, then she tells him they can’t. It’ll be selfish, Paradis needs her. He just raises a brow and says, “We’re practically already married and seeing as the situation of Paradis hasn’t gone to shit any more than it already had, I don’t see how sealing our relation with some vows and rings will change things.”
She agrees, they get married in a span of twenty minutes in their uniforms and are called in for a meeting afterwards. Levi was right, nothing has changed really.
But he wears this soft almost-smile for the whole day and Hange is laughing for the first time in months. Levi even goes slack in training the soldiers and the 104th are all betting on what could’ve happened to the captain. Jean suggests that maybe he found some new cleaning technology in all the stuff Hizuru’s engineers brought in. Sasha thinks he found a stash of exotic tea leaves. It’s Armin who wins in the end, and everyone’s left shocked—not because they can’t believe Hange-san and the captain are together, but because they thought they were already married long ago.
Weeks later when Hange plans to infiltrate Marley and she’s done talking to the 104th, Levi pulls her aside and says with all the deadpan, “You’re seriously planning our honeymoon in a country that wants to kill us on sight? Couldn't it be someplace peaceful like the goddamn beach?” And she just grins back at him like, “What’s the fun in that?” 
 So yeah they got duties, and their country needs them and everything. But they’re married in it doesn’t really make things worse, in fact Hange smiles a bit easy and Levi feels a bit better and that’s all that matters. 
(This was longgg but I hope you enjoyed it! )
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sunflowersunite · 4 months ago
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Famous Last Words
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"go to sleep"
"make me"
famous last words
the sequel under the cut
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Levi is hugging her so tightly she isn't getting up until tomorrow. Good luck Hanjo, you shouldn't have married humanity's strongest
lowkey inspired by the vampire AU since Levi is jealous of even Hange's research (which is canon)
(now that I'm thinking about their night routine, do you guys think Levi introduced Hange to skincare)
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elmundodeflor · 19 days ago
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An Umbrella, Shared
For @seamsterspell
Hope you like your gift!
Thank you @levihanweek and @alemanriq for putting this event together!
If there's anything Levi Ackerman hates more than rain, is rain without him having an umbrella to cover himself up from it.
"Hey!", a voice calls him from the left. Hanji Zoe, — the one who sat next to him during science class and wouldn't shut up, — he figures. They wear neon yellow rainboots and a frog-stamped raincoat to match. Droplets have damped their short braids like a cascade that weights them down. Their big, round glasses all fogged up and crooked.
They look ridiculous.
Lucky for him, though, they do carry an umbrella out with them.
"Levi Ackerman, right?", they offer. A wide, wide smile brightens up their features. "Wanna walk up to the school entrance?"
To that, he can't really say no.
"'Kay."
"I'm Hanji, by the way.", they extend a hand out to him, the other holding the umbrella out for the both of them.
Levi looks at them, then at the hand. He notices, they hadn't washed it before or after they played with the class’s hamster, — and so, he decides, he better not take it.
"Yeah, I know.", he tells them, instead.
Hanji shrugs. Seems to them, Levi isn't the talkative type, much. Still, they think, then, they better be the one to fill in the silence.
"So, what's your middle name?", they ask. It's not a normal question to come up with, especially when it comes to someone you've known for an hour or so. Hanji Zoe, however, has never been one to be exactly normal, anyways.
Levi stares at them for a moment. All of a sudden, he realizes, how tiny and constricted the space under the umbrella is. How confined him and Hanji are to this one shared patch of heaven. Up from where he stands, he can see the freckles that dot over their nose, almost like they're stardust. Can sense their warm, batted breath under the cool storm.
"Sebastian.", he says, then, plain and simple. He's aware, telling a middle name to a stranger is not a normal thing to do. Still, he does so, either way— as easy as it is to breathe. He's never known of normal things, much, after all.
"Sebastian!", Hanji tries it out, almost like they're testing how the sounds taste in their mouth. They like the ring of it, — Levi Sebastian Ackerman. It's elegant, fancy, expensive. Like the letters could dance. They also happen to like that he’s been frank, sincere. That he didn’t run away from them at the question, like most other boys usually tend to do.
“Yeah”, he bites the inside of his cheek. They have been walking together, slow-paced and steady, — so glued to one another, their arms can almost brush. So close, dry under the umbrella, his sneakers meet their rain-boots. “That’s what I said.”
Hanji smiles again. Levi has no idea what’s so funny, but he’s too shy to ask. He’s too shy to ask many other things, as well. Like how it is that they’re so into frogs, or what’s their favourite ice-cream flavor. He can picture it being chocolate-chip-mint, for some reason. Their middle name being Amber, or Fionna, or Grace.
“Do you live nearby?”, they go, staring back at him. Their one tooth is kinked-up when they speak. The colors of the umbrella, — all shades of the rainbow— contour the sharpness in their features. They are pretty when lit up like this, — neon bright effervescent. Cute, even. For a single moment, Levi wonders, how must they like their tea. If maybe they’d sit down with him by the treehouse and play pretend.
“In Trost district.”, he says, at last, and Hanji’s eyes crinkle when they laugh.
“Oh!”, they spin, now walking backwards, facing him. Levi’s afraid they might trip, or break a leg, or fall. He’s never been one to be spontaneous like that. “Coincidence, much? I live there too!”
He nods, his lips twitching just the slightest of bits. He can now see Hanji up in better detail. Appreciate each corner and scrap that there’s to them. There are specs of golden that float and dapple in their irises. Their face framed by a lonely red pimple.
He wants to get to know them better, after all. Take them to his treehouse and make them tea. Mom would be happy at that, sure enough. Ever since they moved to town, he hasn’t made a single friend. Not even one. Everyone ran away from him, his crazy questions or harsh words.
“I can walk you home...”, they offer once again, as they signal up to the umbrella. “The rain’s quite daunting right now. You wouldn’t wanna catch a cold or any of that…”
To that, he can't really say no.
“’Kay”
Hanji hums. They have already reached the school’s entrance, and it seems, they’re the only two people left in there. A few bicycles pile-up by the bike-rack, dazzling wet from the downpour. The world sits quiet, as if it’s stirring in slow motion.
“Let’s go, then?”, they take a step forward. They’re all too joyful for such bleak weather. Levi notices, when they look back at him, that they’re smiling once more.
“Let’s go.”, he says. The air smells of jasmines, — the first few sings of spring after the taxing winter. He finds, that he likes it being here, — both him and Hanji sheltered from the winds. They have nothing in common but the colored-parch of fabric that lays upon their heads. An umbrella, shared, that has brought them together, — and that could be the start of something. A flower blooming, a leap of faith.
“What street is it?”, they ask him; their pupils big beneath the storm.
He smiles, too, for the first time in what seems like forever.
“I live downtown, there in Maria Ave.”
Maybe rainy days aren’t so bad, after all.
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whxre4hange · 3 months ago
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attack on titan characters playing league headcanons
guys im in my final year of my undergrad and i have exams and this is what im doing w my time LMAO
eren (ultimate rage quitter)
eren is the ultimate tryhard. bro mains riven and screams into the group call "i will carry!" he charges into fights like he’s fighting titans, only to get instantly melted. after dying for the fifth time, you can hear him scream into the mike, “i’m not mad, i’m just... passionate! WE GOT THIS GUYS DONT GIVE UP” while furiously typing “ff 15” in chat.
mikasa the overprotective bodyguard
mikasa is the ultimate support, but she’s less about healing and more about throwing daggers at anyone who dares touch eren. if someone tries to gank him, she’ll sprint across the map like a ninja, yelling, “no one touches my eren!” while simultaneously saving him from certain doom… and then getting herself killed in the process.
armin the strategist (and coward)
armin is the brains of the operation, but he spends half the game hiding in a bush, whispering strategies to himself. when he finally decides to engage, he shouts, “guys! let’s flank them!” only for everyone to be dead by the time he finishes his sentence. he’s basically a walking “how not to play” guide.
sasha the snack master
sasha is the adc, but her real focus is on her snack stash. she’s munching on chips while trying to farm minions and will often say things like, “just one more potato chip before i go back!” she ends up feeding because she can’t resist grabbing a snack during team fights. “i’m just… multitasking!”
connie the confused support
connie thinks he’s playing support, but he keeps accidentally stealing kills with his abilities. when everyone yells at him, he responds with a confused, “but i thought we were playing catch!” he’s just trying to help, bless his little heart.
jean's leadership failures
jean wants to be team captain (literally no one cares) and constantly tries to direct everyone like he’s leading a military operation. “okay, guys! we need a five-man engage!” but when eren charges in solo again, jean just facepalms and mutters, “why do i even try?”
marco the cheerleader
marco is the wholesome cheerleader of the group. he’s always encouraging everyone with phrases like, “good job, team! you can do it!” unfortunately, he gets so distracted by his own positivity that he forgets to ward properly and walks straight into a bush full of enemies. “oops! my bad!”
reiner's tanking fail
reiner plays tank but thinks he’s invincible. he charges into fights yelling, “i’m here to save you!” only to get one-shot by an enemy assassin. his teammates are left screaming, “we needed you alive for that!”
ymir's sneaky shenanigans
ymir plays an assassin and loves sneaking around for picks. she’ll shout things like, “i’m going in!” but then accidentally reveals her position by stepping on a ward. when historia asks her what happened, she just shrugs and says, “it was tactical misdirection!”
annie’s solo queue dominance
annie is a solo queue legend who plays mid-lane like it’s her personal arena. she rolls her eyes at her teammates’ antics and mutters things like, “if you all just let me carry…” she has zero patience for anyone who doesn’t understand how to play properly—and she’ll mute them faster than you can say “teamwork.”
bertolt's unexpected support skills
birthcontrol is surprisingly good at support, using his size as an accidental shield for his teammates. when someone asks how he does it, he just says softly, “i’m just… really good at standing still.” and somehow that works....
erwin's confusing speeches
erwin gives motivational speeches before every match that leave everyone more confused than inspired. “remember: victory is not just about winning; it’s about… uh… being brave?” anywyas by the end of it, everyone is just staring blankly at him while eren types in chat: “can we just play already?”
hange's chaotic jungle adventures
hange plays jungle with chaotic energy that keeps everyone on their toes. they dive into fights yelling, “let’s go! science rules!” but often end up accidentally initiating fights they can’t win. then they die spectacularly the end
levi's silent judgment
levi lurks in the background, silently judging everyone while occasionally throwing out sarcastic comments like, “great job feeding.” when asked why he doesn’t play more often, he simply replies with a deadpan stare: "because i don’t want to ruin my kda." and yet somehow still manages to carry every game when he does play
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nuri148 · 2 years ago
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Peeps, go read this super fluffy and wholesome post-war levihan fic illustrated by the awesome @giuliadrawsstuff !
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As everyone's crying over the trailer, let's all drink copium with this gorgeous post-rumbling, Hange-is-alive-and-well art by @giuliadrawsstuff that I found deep in my levihan gallery :')
oh you can read the fic this is based on here btw (I'm working on a bonus chapter for it too... to heal myself from what i saw yesterday)
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dont-f-with-moogles · 2 years ago
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Nightmare
Nightmare Characters: Levi x Hange  Word Count: 749 words Canon universe
Because I haven't posted any writing on here in a while. This is for @this-is-krikkit and anyone else having a shitty day - have a free Levihan cuddle.
Inspired by the Smartpass story.
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The titan lifted its monstrous head, gazing down with eyes like giant, polished orbs. Its stare was devoid of comprehension; empathy; reason. Humanity. It was simply registering the details before it; the small figure standing with their arm outstretched. Any second now, it would lunge. 
Strangely, Hange was unafraid. Their arm was held steady; palm empty. Even as the titan swung its jaw open wide, inviting Hange to a view of its enormous teeth, they remained unshaken in their resolve. It was just as unsurprising when a human voice emerged from the giant’s mouth.
"They don't taste good…"
“Mmm?” Hange returned politely, cocking their head to the side. They clasped both hands behind their back. “What doesn’t? Tell me.”
Suddenly the titan uttered an ear-splitting howl. It gripped the sides of its head, thrusting fingers as thick as tree stumps beneath its eyelids. It prised the thin flesh away as though attempting to tear its skin from its face. 
“Please… help me, Hange!”
Hange jolted awake. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the gloom. There was their disordered pile of books upon the bedside table; only the names on the spines were too blurred to read, should Hange have needed to do so. The bedsheet had become tangled around one of their legs, leaving the other cold and exposed. The corner of yet another book was digging into their shin. There came a movement beneath them; an arm shifting then withdrawing from their side.
“You okay?” Levi’s voice; still thick with sleep. They felt him turn onto his back. Hange reached towards the bedside table and knocked their glasses to the floor with a clatter.
“Fuck.” Their arm was trembling now, unlike in their dream. “That- that fucked me up…”
A pale shaft of moonlight fell across them. Hange turned to see Levi drawing back the heavy drape which clung to the window. 
“Thanks.” Hange retrieved their fallen glasses and pushed them up the bridge of their nose. They sat upright; knuckles blanched as they clutched the mattress, feet digging into the floorboards beneath. There came a creak of wooden slats as Levi knelt on the bed behind them.
“What happened in this one?”
Recurring nightmares were, unfortunately, one of an endless list of occupational hazards faced by those in the Scout Regiment. It was often the result of witnessing too many abnormal things. In fact, most considered it abnormal not to be affected in such a way.
“There was a titan. It was trying to talk to me… It… it said…” Hange gripped their head, much like the titan had done in their nightmare. “It told me that they didn’t taste good.” Their hands balled into fists, pressing their eyes with the effort of remembering. As much as they tried to cling to the memory, the details of the dream poured through their fingers like sand.
“It asked me to help them.” Hange’s throat was tight. “Wh-what do you think that means?”
Levi folded an arm around them and they sank against him, their back pressed to his chest. Levi’s chin rested on their shoulder.
“Levi… what if they don’t want to do it?”
“Huh?”
“...what if they don’t want to eat people?”
Both stared at the door, under which a narrow strip of light filtered. The absurdity of Hange’s statement, and the silence which followed it, settled over the room.
“I don’t know…” Levi spoke quietly. “That’s a question only you can answer.”
It was as though the burden of that unanswered proposal settled upon them in tangible form. Hange’s shoulders sank, their body curving against his.
“Tomorrow, I’ll…”
“You need to get some rest.” Levi’s tone was firm but without his usual acerbity. He held them to him tightly. 
“I’ve got you.”
Hange’s eyes closed. Gently, he brought them down with him so that Hange’s back remained against his front. He stroked their scattered hair away from the pillow and tenderly kissed the back of their neck. Hange made a small sound and shifted beside him. Levi reached across them, gently lifting their glasses from their face. He hesitated; the table was just out of reach. He lowered his arm, wrapping it around Hange’s waist; their glasses clutched in his hand. Levi buried his face in their warm skin, feeling their breaths come slower as exhaustion overcame them.
But even though he closed his eyes and allowed his own breathing to fall in rhythm with theirs, Levi knew he would not sleep.
Part 2: Dream
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