#levihan oneshot

[dont-f-with-moogles]

hello! I saw your festive prompt.

could I request idea 6 or 27 with Levi x Hange, please. 💚💜

Festive Fics 27: Confessing A Crush When It’s Snowing 

The Last Two People on Earth (modern AU) Levi x Hange (mentioned: Zeke Yeager) 1835 words 

Levi was struck by hot whips of panic. His breath rasped in his lungs as he glared wildly into a haze of white. The frantic scraping of his windscreen wipers did little to relieve the snow as it pummelled down with renewed ferocity. It was quickly becoming impossible to drive in such a blizzard; the tightening of his chest warned him so. And yet his eyes were fixed upon the darkness, searching amongst the pale limbs of trees which lined the road for a lone figure. Every shape emerged as human company, only for his headlights to flash over it and extinguish all hope. Levi was terrified that he would pass them without recognition… leave them to perish out in the storm. How long had Hange been walking? They had left moments before he had run to his car. How had they managed to cover so much ground in that time?  

Then his lights caught a shape. Stalking against the wind, head bowed, arms wrapped around them, was Hange Zoe. 

Levi’s tyres crunched the ground as his vehicle slowed to a halt. He flung open his door and scrambled out.

“Oi, Hange!”

His voice tore in the snow-flecked gale. Hange stopped, arms still folded, refusing to turn around. Flakes dusted the shoulders of their coat; tangled in their hair. Levi’s shoes sank into the carpet of white. Snow littered his chest and arms. He brushed the flakes from his face with an impatient hand. Within a few short seconds the cold was already beginning to seep through his jacket. 

“Of all the places this guy had to live… what is this, Count Fucking Dracula’s Castle…?”

“Well, no one asked you to drive all the way out here!” Hange burst out tremulously.  

Their breath coiled like smoke into the wind. Suppressing a shiver, Levi wrung the snow from his arms. Then he placed a tentative touch upon their shoulder.

“Hange-” Slowly, they turned to him. Their lenses were smeared, eyes clouded with hurt and fury. The gale had whipped their cheeks raw. 

“Come on. You really think you would have gotten very far walking in all this?”

“I only left because you showed up uninvited!”

Hange’s stare blazed the ground. And yet, they did not resist as Levi drew them closer.

“We can’t stay here-” The cold air grated Levi’s tone, fraying every word until they hung hoarsely between them. “We’ll freeze.”

His arm tightened around Hange’s shoulders. The fabric of their coat was so icy it chilled his fingertips. Turning back, they struggled towards the car. Hange refused to speak another word, even once the door had slammed shut upon the cool interior of the vehicle. 

As they rolled into the night, there was just the rustle of flakes upon the windscreen and the creaking of Levi’s wipers as they battled the onslaught.  His eyes strained, exhausted, into the whirl of white. Only minutes had passed before Levi could hardly see more than a couple of inches of road curving in front of them. A sudden bend caught him unaware, forcing him to press upon the brake. The car crawled feebly, defeated by the elements which rained down upon them.

“We can’t keep on going, Levi…” Hange’s voice was heavy with tiredness.

“You mean…” Levi turned to cough into his damp sleeve. As he lifted his head, he found himself unable to finish his question. The silence settled heavily between them, as suffocating as the snow which clung to the corners of the glass

“There’s a high school less than ten minutes from here,” Hange suggested, “I remember visiting there a couple of times for inter-school competitions…”

Levi obliged by pulling over by the side of the road. He removed a torch from the glove compartment and retrieved a spare sweater from the back seat - this, he flung upon Hange’s lap.

The school building loomed into view; a hidden relic encased within the swirl of a shaken snow globe. Arms clinging to one another, bowed against the gale, Levi and Hange staggered forwards. They moved in slow motion, like aged versions of themselves cut out of time and place, left to wander in a world of white.

“Evening cleaning staff stay til late,” Hange’s jaw chattered as they nodded towards the lit windows. “I doubt they’ll be leaving anytime soon…”

Frozen footsteps left a trail of ice-water across the hardwood floors. Crossing an eerily quiet reception area, the two of them entered the first ground floor room they passed. It was a small space connected to an adjoining classroom. A faded display adorned the wall; paper turned pale by the sunlight of endless summer afternoons. Fresh chalk had recently been scrawled over a small, wall-mounted board. There was the scent of plastic, of paint and marker pens preserved in the still air.

They removed their wet shoes and placed them beneath a traditional column radiator which ran along the space opposite the window. Levi shook the water from his jacket and placed it over a classroom chair. The sudden warmth after such exposure drew the heat into his face. He ran his tongue across the roof of his dry mouth. Then he removed a tissue from his pocket to wipe at his icy nose. Hange sat with their back resting against the radiator, Levi’s thick sweater spread over their lap.

Once Levi had settled beside them, they lapsed into separate spheres of thought. The window opposite was a black square framing flakes as they drifted upon the night like feathers.

“Is it true?” Levi broke the silence at last. He appeared to address his arms, which rested upon his knees. “What you said before?”

The sleeve of Levi’s sweater slid off Hange’s lap as they shifted against the metal coils of the radiator. They retrieved it a little pedantically, smoothing the fabric out with several strokes of their hand.

“...about what?”

“That you only left because I showed up?”

“Well, how else do you explain it?” Hange turned to him fiercely. “You appeared out of nowhere. Of course Zeke assumed he was getting in the middle of something! Now I’d be surprised if I ever manage to get him on his own again.”

Levi reached out to check the dampness of his jacket. “...I see.”

“I don’t think you do.” Hange shifted so that they were kneeling next to him. The sweater lay crumpled at their side. “This is how it works with benefactors! If a department needs funding for equipment then they have to kiss a pompous ass here or there to make it happen.”

Levi’s mouth twisted at their words.

“I know it’s not the same in your job��� but to us, donations are everything.” Hange glared down at their trembling fists. “Without them, we can’t continue our work. We’d be left stranded years behind in terms of research…”

“It just…” Levi lowered his head and coughed into his sleeve again. “It shouldn’t have to be that way.”

“Well… it is.” Hange sat back on their heels. In this posture there was something childlike about them. “...and you implying that there’s something seedy going on when it was just dinner and the offer of a guest room in his house… well, that really stings, Levi.”

“I never thought…”

“So why then, huh?” Hange’s voice rang in the small confines of the room. “Why did you drive all the way out here from your place?”

“I…” Levi cleared his throat again. Then he leaned his head back against the plain plaster wall behind them. “I… just think it gives the wrong idea.”

“So what… you rode out here to defend my honour?” Hange laughed derisively. “Give me a break…”

“Don’t be stupid. I mean it gives him the wrong idea.”

The corners of the windows were misted with white. The darkness beyond was speckled with wisps of magic.

“Moblit told me about the last time you both met that guy… he said there was something off about him. You all felt it. And… I didn’t like the idea of you being stuck with someone who makes you feel that uncomfortable.”

Hange wrapped their arms around their knees. They turned their face away and remained still, half-hidden by their sleeve.

“It’s not your job to rescue me… I don’t know why you think it is.”

In answer, Levi drew towards them. Wordlessly, he picked up his sweater and swept it around Hange’s shoulders so that the sleeves embraced them around the neck. His hand lingered upon the material; his eyes intent upon their face. Then he moved back against the wall.

Silence lay upon the scene once more, only broken by tiny, incidental sounds. The humming of the overhead lights. The clicking of the radiator. Rustlings of snow whispered their secrets against the glass. The quiet rasp of Levi’s breath. Within that small room surrounded by flaking plaster and old paper… the smell of chalk dust and dried paint… Hange heaved an exhausted, tearless sigh. So consumed by their anger, they had hardly noticed Levi. He was sleeping, his head resting against the faded wall. His face was drawn and pale.

Removing his sweater from around their shoulders, Hange draped it over his lap. Levi gave a small grunt in response but did not stir. Hange placed the back of their hand against his forehead, withdrawing as his skin burned them.

“You idiot,” Hange chided him, “rushing out into a storm to save me, even though you’re sick and trying to hide it… who do you think you are, a knight in shining armour?”

Hange studied his pale brow, tightened with worry, even now as he slept. They mapped out the contours of his angular cheekbones; the small, curved nose; his sharpened jawline.

“You were born in the wrong era, Levi. You ought to have lived in the time of fair maidens so you could ride in on horseback and be the hero.” They gave a sparkling peal of laughter, their tone far lighter than before. “It’s just… I’m not cut out to be a damsel in distress, I’m afraid.”

Levi’s dark fringe tickled the back of their hand as they stroked it away from his face.

“You see… you’ve got it all wrong. You don’t need to worry about me… especially when it comes to Zeke.” 

The room had grown colder and emptier without Levi’s brash interjections, but Hange would not have woken him for the world. As his breath whistled quietly down his nose, Hange marvelled at the steady rise and fall of his chest. 

“...because I can take care of myself… just how I take care of you.”

Instinctively, Hange’s fingers felt for his. They knelt beside him, Levi’s hand held gently in theirs. 

“Thanks to you we’ll be stuck here until sunrise…” 

Hange touched their own forehead lightly to his. Resting there for a moment, they savoured the warmth of his skin as it flared against their own.

“...we could be the last two people on earth. Maybe we should just stay here forever… just you and me.”

[tsxmu]

My thoughts on Levi's up coming bad boy one shot and his love life. :3

Now personally! I feel like he shouldn't have a love interest in the oneshot. Not because like I don't want to share him or stuff like that, but because that would kinda throw away all the levihan hints they gave us. Hell, it's most likely canon.

I understand that it's set during Levi's early childhood, teenage years and early adulthood but that would still kinda ruin the whole premise of Levi and how he lived. It's quite literally shown he didn't have any interest in anybody other than furlan and isabel, they were his only family. I doubt he'd find himself a crush down there.

The underground was a time where the only thoughts in Levi's mind was to survive. It was no place to fall in love and shit like that, given how in the manga for no regrets, even when given the choice to have a woman or anything from some man's store, he prefers taking something (specifically tea) from the store after winning the arm wrestling match.

Link to it::

Next, if Levi were to have some sort of love interest or crush during his youth, I feel like it would at least be mentioned once, it could be when he was still with furlan and isabel, but there's nothing. It could also be a situation like erwin's and marie's where nile got to her first because erwin chose humanity. But it seems unlikely. Erwin, still, cares about marie and talks about her. And if Levi liked somebody, given his big ol heart, surely he'd ask about this love interest at least once right??

If anything, romantically, Levi quite literally only has eyes for one person, which is hange. I'd argue it's canon. Levi is constantly worried about them, during countless battles together, he first thought of hange and their safety, he makes sure hange keeps themselves alive, he listens to hange and their hours long rambles, he even asked moblit, in the short story, to keep hange safe because he's the only one around them 24/7.

I get that he can have a first love, but he was feared and hated upon during his youth by the people in the underground, I highly doubt some woman is going to find that hot. Levi was dangerous, and people in the undergrounds knew that, yeah sure some people still fought them but humans are like that. Always biting more than they can chew.

I firmly believe Levi's first and last love was hange. I'm sorry to the eruri shippers but I see their relationship as only blinded loyalty from Levi's side and comradery/deep friendship due to their years in the military together. But at the end, erwin wanted him in the beginning for Levi's strength.

Hange on the other hand, always viewed Levi like a person, not a tool, not a thug, nor a person to be afraid of. Levi's first normal interaction above ground was with hange and how casually they greeted him, furlan and isabel while the rest of the corps were still weary of them.

There are countless scenes with him and hange, countless.

I'd say Levi and Hange have the kind of love and bond in the manga that nobody else can have. Not even eren and mikasa.

Hange and Levi's relationship was built on years of comradery and trust. They know each other well and only have each other. Even when erwin was alive, Levi knew more about hange than he knew about erwin, so much so that he knew how they knocked. Now, we can assume he knows erwin's knock too, but we've only been shown to see him recognize hange's knock. The two literally talk telepathically for gods sake!!! They just look at each other and understand! I don't remember seeing anybody else having that deep of a bond.

After reclaiming wall Maria, Levi was always by hange because they're all he has left and he's usually by their left side because hange can no longer see from that eye, it's a disadvantage and it anything were to go past them or attack them, it'd be from the left and Levi knows that, that's why he places himself to their left whenever possible.

Even during the end, he shows hange emotions that he's never shown anybody else. He's said things to them that nobody else has seen. He quite literally hands over his heart and gives it to hange to keep. He's seen holding back tears and holding onto the hand that last touched hange, knowing they'd never return back to him.

And even after that, in every shot of after the war, he's always thinking of hange, whether it's looking at the plane that they were last in, or the lollipops, or the glasses he holds. He's always thinking of them because they're all he had.

I feel like both Ackerman's chose to stay single because they lost their brunettes. They lost the one they loved most in the line of duty and will never move on from it because they know they're soulmates.

Both ackerman's wanted a peaceful life with their brunette but they couldn't. Not in this lifetime at least.

Which is why I humbly believe having a short love interest for the sake of nothing in the bad boy's manga would kind of ruin all that Levi has! It fits if he has only one love and even that he can't have because life is just that cruel. A short love interest would be useless and would only cause heated arguments between shippers and even send death threats to the creator, so for the sake of everybody, I sure to do hope there's no love interest for Levi in his one shot. We already know who his soulmate is, there's no reason to drag another character in just so the fandom can hate it for a reason as silly as "Levi's inlove with them."

To anybody who read all of this, thank you so much (❁´◡`❁). That means alot!!!

[elmundodeflor]

Levi and Hanji reunite one day, in the after-life...

Because softness is grazed to those who wait .

Waves crash against the shores, roll in a whisper that's as soft as the winds. Where is he?

He opens up his eyes. There's sand all around him, seeping through his clothes. It doesn't take long for him to recognize the widened coasts, golden and warm. The land where he had once been happy, free as the roaring of the seas.

But, how did he end up here? All he remembers was shutting his eyes close to sleep. Saying goodbye to Gabi and Falco, as he would on any other night.

Why aren't they here, then? They wouldn't let him wander off alone.

He stands, lets the breeze tug at his hair, hushed-down and tender. It seems, the sun shines with newfound sparkle. That the skies merge into one with the waters, and nothing can hurt him anymore.

Maybe, he thinks, it's that the ocean sings and there's only lullabies left to hear. That the air smells of sweet beginnings, and war is nothing but a distant memory, lit somewhere on his skin.

He walks, fast as his muscles allow him to. One. Two. Three. His legs move, swift and harmless as they've ever been. It feels, like he's learning how to do life again. That he's just a regular human who's been given a second chance at loving.

He guesses, it's why he doesn't appear surprised when he can take yet another step. There’re no more battles to be set. No more aching on his heart. And little there is of that once broken soldier.

Now, he can be a reckless spirit. Can paint himself all the colors of the sunset. He can choose a million different paths and hide in a million different planets.

He smiles. Something has bloomed from deep within, burns impatient at the idea of liberation. And, as he crouches down to touch the ground once more, he's certain: his time had come.

His soul has spread its wings, brighter than every sunrise.

"Levi!", a voice calls from the distance. And his heart stops, all of a sudden. Sinks at how his name sounds on their lips.

Hanji. Hanji Zoe. He would have known it was them, even at the ends of the world.

He runs. One. Two. Three. His breath falters, and his limbs are numb and the one thing that lingers is the trace of his footprints, fading on the shores. Perhaps, he promises, this time around he’ll leave everything behind. He'll seek the horizons and never look back. Here, where spring grows ever long, there's no room for tragedy. No place to mourn what once was.

"Hanji!"

He's going to see them again. After all these years. They are going to be together for good. Together at last.

They turn to him, and open up their arms, like he's been gone and this is a long-due call home. Like a lifetime's slipped between them and they wanna smash into him, ever so carefree.

"You came back for me...", they whisper, breathless. They're melded with the waters; their clothes melting into foam. A smile buzzes on their lips, broad as the seas below. And Levi thinks, sure enough, he'd trade until the last of his heartbeat to make this moment eternal. To stand the two of them, forever in their little scraps of heaven.

He nods, nuzzles in the comfort of their chest. Hanji's pulse is calm and warm and steady. A rhythmic melody that's turned to song. And he decides, maybe, he'll make a home out of its compass. Guard it a secret, forever safe within his fist.

Do they know, how many dreams he's ached just to hold them close? How many nights he's bled out their name?

"I had to...", he says, hushed against their skin. There's a tear that falls, followed by one and then another. He'd buried love more times than he'd seen it bloom. Had said goodbye with his tongue tied and his eyes wide-opened.

Still, this is his very first reunion. The sweetest of them all. The bare proof that there's a ray of illusion that parts through one's grief.

He steps back to look at Hanji. How their hair flows with the breeze, braided with golden and salt. The way their face glows with every certainty: wild, yet angelic all the same.

They have been the sunshine to his rain. His bindweed roots, in a universe that could only crumble into flames.

How could he not come back for them? It was the only wish his heart had flown for.

"I...", he cracks. His voice is shattered, a low rasp that blurs into the currents. Hanji wipes the sorrows away; their thumb catching off the drops that unravel, soft as the morning dew.

And he can see it clear. A realization that scars him deeper than the day they left:

They're crying, too.

"I've missed you, Levi.", they sob. They're so close, he can feel the pink of their blush. Count the pulse in every breath. "I've missed you so much."

He exhales, in and out. He had always been one to crave in silence. A lone spectator that yearned from the trenches. Truth was, fate had taken more than he could give. That he had to grow layers not to be left with just his soul to carry.

But none of it matters anymore.

Not when him and Hanji can have the skies all for themselves. That forever's a blank canvas, and they can go on adventures, like they're little kids again.

He leans in, tucks a strand of brown behind their ear. Words have never been his greatest virtue. And so, he guesses, he can finally start now, after all.

"I've missed you..."

Hanji smiles, cups his face before their lips meet. It’s a soft kiss. One that’s filled with a life-time of tenderness. Their mouths press, one over the other: warm and steady and fearless. And, it seems, years of repressed emotion come afloat. Like the perfume of a sunny day. Like the perching of a butterfly.

Levi hums into the kiss, tugs Hanji by the waist. Their hands are on his hair; his explore their back. He wants to paint and hug and discover each scrap that there’s to them. To run across the beach and jump to the moon; for he’s got happiness between his fingers, once. After all this hurting. After all this time.

He pulls away. His nose nudges against theirs, seeks constellations inside their irises. He has the feeling, that fortune shines on him, at last. That, maybe, everything will be just like before, when their eyes were filled with possibility and stars were new for them to catch.

Do they know, how many sunsets he’s prayed to? How many pieces had he been torn to, just to guard their memory?

He kisses them again and again, and again once more. Kisses them long and hard and tender, as if life could freeze in the traces of their touch. He kisses them sweet and sour, and broader than the skies. For all those other nights he couldn't kiss them while on Earth.

Hanji holds him dear, puts their arms around every crevice in his body. They can taste the salt in his tears, how they mingle with the flutter of their mouths. And they want to rock him to the waves, sail away from every scar.

"Have I ever told you...?", they whisper, like sugar on his lips. It's a promise that bares them whole, a confession meant just for him to savor. "How beautiful you are...?'

Levi stays still. He had been called many honors in the breathing world, but never this. It means more than he can claim to, really. That he's drawn in such delicate lights. That he's turned to a precious landscape, as if his vulnerable is something worth to keep.

Was Hanji aware, how long he'd waited for the words to slip? How bad he'd burnt, trapped in every aching fantasy?

He pulls them in again, squeezes so tight they might as well collapse. He can't remember when it was the last time someone had made him feel seen, unshielded of all that he is. The sleepless nights he'd yearned for anybody to discover the pretty to his broken.

He sighs. Hanji handles him with care. Like he's a fallen comet and they're scared they'll make him melt. It’s the brightest of comforts, really: how they stroke his cheeks, oh so gentle. How he can show his imperfect to someone who simply understands.

“Will you go again…?”, he asks. His voice falters, and he’s a kid all over. That same child who’d been once left to grow so quick.

Hanji shakes their head. Levi could be silly sometimes. But they love him so, even at that. After all, he had always been like this beneath the surface. The fissures on fine porcelain. The craters on the moon. The colors of the wind.

How could they not come back for him? It was the only wish their heart had ever starved for.

“I’m not going anywhere…”, they reassure, kissing the tears off his skin. It’s an oath that’s easy to make, this time around. That they can hold each other safe, where infinity meets the shores. That they can show themselves bare, play hide and seek.

Levi smiles, even through the rainfall. And he nods, throws himself into Hanji once more. After all, it had always been like this with them, too. In the end, they had always been one to keep their promises.

“We’ll be together, for a life-time and beyond.”

[lady-eny]

Some Tags: Fluff, Humor, Multiple Perspectives, Denial of Feelings

Summary:

When Hange's experiment goes wrong, Erwin will have to find out what happened on the day when the Survey Corps experienced the effects of her "love potion".

Including whatever she and Levi are keeping from him...

This was written ages ago for the 1st anniversary of the Levihan discord server, but I’m only now getting around to posting it. Hope you enjoy it! 

Thanks for reading✨

[littlelasagne]

Hello! I hope you are doing great. Do you have an approximate date for next chapter of BMO? Please please please please (trying not to sound desperate) Thank you for your hard work <3

Hi anon,

You caught me on a good day - after months of hard work and exhausting myself, I've finally been promoted at work woop woop! WOO. (More money but the stress never ends and I'm so close to burning out lol sob.)

I don't want to promise even an approximate date for the next BMO chapter, because then it's just disappointing for everyone, including myself, when I don't meet it. I know there are people waiting, so if you are, thanks for supporting. I still get the occasional comment on AO3 that brightens my day 🌻 and helps get the motivation flowing.

I'm currently writing something Levihan for Valentine's day, so please check that out when I upload it if you're interested in non-BMO levihan from me!! If you're not interested then, byeeeee 🤣

[funjidae]

-Sometimes I don't know what to do; about all, about my self...but, when I look at you, all have a meaning.- She glared at him without knowing what she was felling in that time.

Then he looks at her softly with a little bright over his tired eyes.

-Why me?, just...why?-He took an step, and then he just took a seat at her side.

-Why I feel myself like that too?.- He says calmy graving her left hand.

She just curved an smile, and it was like a sadly one.

-I think, is because we are alike.- She put her head on his shoulder, hearing her own heart and his too running thanks to the closeness.

-We are, thats true.- He sigh.

-Your heart beats so fast- She turn her eye at him.

-Yours does the same- He replied accommodating his head over hers.

-And it's cuz you say some annoying stuffs, four eyes.- Recited almost giving an smile about it.

-Then... I'll continue doing it.- She smiled, thinking how much he was felling inside his heart by now.

-Please, keep doing it.- He squeeze the hand he had over his, just breathing watching outside the window the peace of the time.

-I will-

♥︎

[storiesofaot]

WIP game!! I find it so funny how you name your files, but I love it. So organized.

How about "A Thousand Times Nothing Happened - Zoom" ? It sounds like "A Thousand Times Hange and Levi had Insane Tension But Were Too Emotionally Constipated to Act" and I can always get behind tension.

Thank you so much, @starshower1215 - haha yes, I do my best to keep everything organised 😂

You're actually not too far off! Let me rephrase it a little bit, "A Thousand Times Hange And Levi Acted As Best Friends And That One Time They Had Insane Tension And Didn't" (yours sounded so much cooler, though!).

This oneshot is based on a German song (xD) that randomly came to my attention again, and which I dont even like thaaat much, but my Levihan brain immediately turned the lyrics into an Modern AU fic, oops! Levi and Hange have been friends since they were four years old, and they stayed best friends for the next 24 years until one night changed it all... *dramatic drum roll*

It's going to switch between present time and flashbacks of them growing up together, because that's where the lyrics led me (and I followed). Here's a little snippet from the beginning, with the cursive being the (translated) lyrics of the song:

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You just wanted to pass the time in the evening, and since you didn’t want to go alone, you called me. We were only friends and wanted to stay that way, not in a dream I believed something could happen.

Running a shaky hand over his face, Levi sighed and closed his eyes, listening to the soft click of her bathroom door. Saying that this night had taken an unexpected turn was probably the understatement of the year. Actually, no - of the century, or rather, of his entire life. This was what happened when he ended up agreeing to things he didn’t want to do. He should’ve said no, should’ve explained that it had been a long day at the bookstore, that he was tired and only wanted to lie down and read a little before falling asleep.

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A little snippet from one of the flashback scenes:

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I don’t even know how long we have known each other. Your parents used to go bowling with mine. We stayed at home, you fell asleep in front of the TV. We were like siblings during all those years.

It had all started when Hange moved in with her parents and her older brother at the young age of four, into the house right across the street from where he lived. His mother had insisted on giving her family a little welcome gift and, against his will, had taken him along - his little hand in one of hers and a box of homemade cookies in the other. “If I saw correctly, they have two kids, a girl and a boy. Who knows, maybe you can become friends! Wouldn’t that be great?”

Levi had shaken his head, a deep scowl on his face. He didn’t want a friend; he had his picture books and his mum, what else did he need? The kids at kindergarten were all dumb; they didn’t like playing with him - so why should those two kids be any different?

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And the moment things started to shift:

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Soon, he was nodding along to whatever she was saying, her words all but lost under the pounding bass, and when she laughed, he found himself smiling too. Because it was Hange, and her laugh always made everything feel a little lighter. But tonight, it stirred something different in him - a strange tingle in his stomach as he watched her look at him, nose crinkling, eyes alight with amusement.

(...)

She squinted a little, as if deciding how to answer his question. Or maybe she was just too drunk and trying to refocus her eyes on him. “I’m trying to read you,” she finally replied. “Something’s different about you tonight, and I wanna know what.”

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This story contails probably the most "sensual" writing I have ever done, but it's definitely nothing explicit, the emphasis is more on the emotional connection 😆 And it's also pretty much finished, so I might upload it towards the end of the week! (if everything goes well ha)

Thank you so much for asking, and have a great day/night! 🌙

The WIP tag game 💛

[sunflowersunite]

✍️ fic authors self rec!

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

Thank you for that, swordslinger!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[phantommaws]

PikuHan Snippet - Pale Reflections

I’ve been sitting on this wip for a little while and don’t know where to take it. I’ve only been in the AOT fandom for just under a year and my current fic is focused on LeviHan, but I’m also writing a oneshot to show my love for PikuHan. I would love any comments and/or constructive criticism on what I have so far, or for you as the reader to hopefully enjoy my content so far <3

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What if?

It was a question that plagued her as she sat on the mattress in complete silence, long black hair tangled from neglect. The night was cold and dark, and with it came the horrible thoughts and feelings of despair; Pieck was no stranger to such emotions now – they were commonplace in her day-to-day life following the Rumbling.

The battle had been the hardest she had ever fought in her life and she revelled in the knowledge that she was able to return to her father. However, nothing could ever come close to helping the heavy pain of loss that settled across her entire being like a blanket.

The war had not been without severe casualty; despite the immense efforts of everyone in the Alliance, they had only managed to save a fraction of humanity – a meagre 20%. Yes, she had to admit that it was better than nothing, but her heart ached whenever she thought about it too much. About what it had meant, considering how she had suffered such a deep, personal loss from which she wasn’t sure she could recover from.

Upon first meeting them, Hange Zoë had come across as nothing more than a crazed, eccentric soldier with a passion for science and nothing more. However, as Pieck had taken the time to get to know them better, she had learned that behind their strange demeanour lay a kindhearted person who just wanted to understand more about the world and those who resided in it.

It was admirable, and she had taken the time to sit with the Commander and tell them everything that she knew about the people of the world, the different countries and cultures. It had been worth it to see the way that the light would return to Hange’s eyes and the way that they would smile upon learning something new.

That smile.

Oh, that smile. How Pieck longed to see it again, even if just once. Hange had rarely smiled in the days leading up to the beginning of the Rumbling, and that fact alone made the former titan shifter sink further into her feelings of despair.

No matter how hard she tried, she would always fail to conjure up an image of Hange’s smile. Even their face was slowly starting to look blurry whenever Pieck imagined them, and it terrified her to no end when she realised that she was also beginning to forget the sound of Hange’s voice.

Laying down and curling under the covers did nothing to soothe her horrible thoughts. It had been roughly eight months since the Rumbling had been stopped, and yet the pain felt as fresh as the day it happened. The bed was cold and Pieck felt so very lonely, trying to ignore the fact that the one she longed for would never be able to share it with her.

She missed the way that Hange would hold her close at night, arms wrapped around her chest while her head rested under the older scout’s chin. The way that they would kiss the back of her neck while whispering sweet nothings about the plans they had made together for a future family – a future that would now never happen. It made Pieck feel physically sick with grief, to imagine a life that would now never be lived.

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Eight Months Prior

Pieck shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot as she stood there on the stage alongside the other members of the Alliance. Something about being stood in front of a crowd of thousands of people felt so inherently wrong to her – she hated the thought of being put on a pedestal for simply doing what was right.

“These medals have been presented to each of you as a symbol of your bravery in the Battle of Heaven and Earth. May your names be committed to the history books and may the many generations to come tell the story of your heroic deeds upon this land.”

The cold metal felt like a deadweight sat there upon her chest. She didn’t want this; all she wanted was for her deeds that day to be forgotten and for her to live out the rest of her life in peace with her friends and family. But now, she knew that was not a possibility for her. The Alliance would be expected to take up the mantle of being ambassadors for Marley. To negotiate with the island of Paradis and be responsible for preventing any future conflicts was an incredibly big responsibility for anyone, but for Pieck it felt like the weight of the world itself was resting on her shoulders.

“Captain Levi Ackerman, I believe that you wanted to say some words?”

She brought her gaze back up to follow the Captain as he slowly made his way up to the podium, struggling even with the cane he now used to help himself walk short distances. He looked so tired and pained, and his voice matched his expression as he began his speech.

“There are many things to be said about the events that have transpired here. The losses suffered by everyone who has survived were unnecessary and I personally cannot even begin to imagine how I would apologise for the lives that were cut short. But from the ashes of devastation rises a new era for the future of humanity, one in which I am hopeful for peace between the people of Eldia and the world.

“It has taken an innumerable amount of sacrifice to bring about an end to the Rumbling, and none other stands out more than that of our selflessly brave leader and Commander, Hange Zoë…”

It felt as though her entire body reacted upon hearing her lover’s name mentioned in the Captain’s speech…

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Tag list: @youre-ackermine

[bluesylveon2]

Attack on Titan Masterlist

My My, I Could Never Let You Go (Mamma Mia au, DONE - under editing. Add sequel to Master)

Happily Ever After Series (Disney au, ongoing, will update later)

Oneshots

Killing Me Softly With His Song (angst, open ending)

How to Confess to a Guy (summer camp au)

Kill Him, Not Me (Detroit Become Human au)

Levi and Hange (Romeo and Juliet au)

Do You Remember When? (For Levihan Week: D4: Childhood)

Falling For Ya (Aruani, ao3 link due to tech difficulties)

Pokemon Adventures: A Levihan Crackfic (ft people from the @levihan-drabbles Discord server!)

An Indirect Confession (Hogwarts au)

Chaos. That's it. (a crackfic)

I'll Be Home for Christmas (time travel)

It's Beginning to Look like a Love Story (coffee shop au)

Tell Me Something I Don't Know

Game, Set, Match (tennis au)

Wedding Bells and the Woman Levi Loves

Shitty Glasses

Levi confessing to Hange

How the Survey Corps spy on a NIcosasha date

Miss Universe Au | Hange’s dress (drawn by @highmessybun)

©: These stories belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-24. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[004-akiayatoru]

I started translating my fanfics in English, so I can upload them on ao3 for a bigger audience.

Have a look, if you want. There are just two at the moment. I’m working on the third one.

They are both pretty short LeviHan Oneshots.

[levihan-shipper]

Hello welcome!

This blog account will be circling around Levi and Hange of course, hence the name of this account haha, just like my main account, (soanlia) I'll be posting headcanons, oneshots, and POVs.

PLEASE BE REMINDED THAT I'LL POST ADULT CONTENT HERE (18+ & 21+)

But I also post fluff and softcore posts too

The fanfic you see below will be the, or hoping to be the main talk, my inspiration and motivation for Levihan was two TikTok edit videos about them, so here I am haha.

Hope you guys support, follow and enjoy! 🌸✨🦋🩷

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Masterlist

Levi x Hange fanfic series

We Met at the Tea Shop

Chapters [1/?]

Setting: modern world

Genre: romance, comedy, nsfw

Summary: Levi owns a tea shop titled (Ackerman's Relax Tea Shop), it's very popular around the teenagers and college students, even professors. Until one day this shockingly beautiful enthusiastic woman would often come by every day to prepare her class. Levi was attached to her somehow, is she attached to him?

// Headcanons //

// Oneshots //

// POVs //

Levihan appreciation posts

Across lines meaning I haven't uploaded links to them yet, you'll know I have when they'rd underlined. 🌸🌸🩷🩷

[rivangel]

Strange and Unfamiliar (But Not Unwelcome) Pt.2

summary: Levi and Furlan, two people who could never trust anyone, experience that and more for the first time.

This time, Levi bottoms.

wc: 9.7k

content/warnings: foreplay, enthusiastic consent, massage, nipple play, fingering, rimming, anal play, prostate massage, sex so good it makes Levi cry, banter, teasing, cockwarming, service dom!Furlan, soft, making love kinda, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, edging, begging, praise, one use of 'good boy', soft aftercare

a/n: I became super inspired after what was supposed to be a standalone oneshot about levifar's first time fnudjfier that im going to write them exploring each others bodies 2 more times. and u know what, im thinking about levihan and eruri too. as my top 3 fav aot ships.. mm.. we'll see.

| Part 1 | Part 3 |

Furlan sighs like he's been holding it in for hours, and leans back in his chair. "Finished. Finally."

The makeshift work station—nothing more than an emaciated table and chair—being shoved into the sitting room's back corner like it is meant Furlan should've had Levi in the corner of his eye since he started sweeping.

Levi feels confident about that. It was his intention, ever since he finished up more mundane chores. Furlan was still accounting and running numbers by then, so he chose to sweep the spotless floor. It's about time for him to be done.

He sweeps nonexistant dust into a corner, pretending he hasn't been faking the task for the past hour. Yeah, he couldn't stand sitting around in anxious anticipation for one more day, and yeah, the back-and-forth repetition was relaxing, but, there's no such thing as too clean.

Their eyes meet when Furlan speaks. There's already something unspoken there, because there has been. For days now.

Wordlessly, Levi tugs down his facecloth, so it sags around his neck like a bandana. "Good."

He crouches, and does his final act of pretending with the dustpan, then rises, and walks past Furlan’s curious eyes to the hallway. He taps the dustpan against the little trashcan, and leans the broom against the corner of the linen closet. The subtle click of the door opening and shutting is a little loud to his ears.

"Took a while. Sorry, Levi."

"It's not a surprise. Things've been busy lately," he says, coming up behind Furlan. In his absence, Furlan got to reviewing the pages, crowded with rows of pencil scratches, over again.

"Way to state the obvious," he remarks warmly.

He looks tense. Levi's lithe palms float down to Furlan's shoulders, on top of his buttoned shirt and that blue vest that always brings out the darker tones in his eyes.

But right now, it's an obstacle more than anything. He smooths the pads of his thumbs into the tight muscles on the nape of Furlan's neck, upwards, and expands out. A small groan immediately falls out of him.

Before Levi can do any more, he catches Furlan trying to glance over his shoulder at him, and states the obvious. "A massage?"

Levi deadpans, and guides his cheek back around to face forward again. While he's at it, he nudges the shoulders of the vest down. Levi hears buttons snap before it loosens, and falls off his shoulders completely.

"I could use your opinion on something."

Levi grunts. "What?"

"Maybe expanding our operation here... The MP have been quiet lately, and we have the means. What do you think?"

He ponders it while he strokes Furlan's shoulders. "Yeah. People have expressed interest."

"That test of strength thing didn't work before. Have you thought about my plan?"

"Yeah. I've thought about it. Getting Daniel and Roe to talk to a few I've had an eye on... except I'll neglect the guys everyone thinks I'll pick, including themselves.

"I revised your plan more after that. They'll be shitting themselves when I talk to them one-on-one later on, and be eager to do what I say."

"That's really smart," Furlan mumbles.

"I know." He digs his fingers in.

A reserved moan can be heard as Levi applies pressure. "What about kids?"

"...Maybe."

Recruiting young is a touchy decision for Levi. He would rather think of it as rescuing them from certain death. They get delivery jobs. They become messengers. Pay and food.

Especially if they've lived on scraps for a while. It's a testament to their strength. It wouldn't take long after a look around to find kids in need, but it takes longer to find the ones who've endured.

"Enough with the business talk for one night," Levi grumbles. "Seems like that's all you're thinking about."

"Nope. Part of why I took so long is because you're distracting," Furlan chuckles, and leans back to peer up at him upside down. "But you probably knew that already, am I right?"

Levi's cheeks warm. Buttons snap. "That's news to me..."

He's pleased to find Furlan's collar already open to the top of his chest, and more buttons being worked open all the time. He slides his hands down over the dips and peaks of his collarbones, following the soft curves of his pecs. It's warm under his shirt, almost toasty, and faintly dusted in blond hairs. They tickle his palms. Furlan hums.

They've been meaning to do this for a while now. Only, reserving a few hours even out of the night has been challenging lately. They'd both be remiss to call Levi something of a leader, but they've been doing well for themselves lately. Furlan is his partner in that way, and in other ways.

For Levi especially, the suspense has been killing him. Hence the sweeping, and his impatient hands diving into Furlan's shirt now that it's open. He flattens his palms on his soft pecs, pushing them together and apart like a massage.

Upside down, he watches Furlan's lips part and his eyes float closed, then shut tight as Levi tweaks his nipples. "Levi."

His bottom half heats.

In no time, they harden, like putty under Levi's touch. After pinching, and getting a small whine out of Furlan, he soothes the hard buds with his thumbs.

Furlan's chest rises and falls. One hand gravitates to the top of Levi's, caressing while the other goes down, and closes on the front of his pants.

Levi's legs turn a little weak in the knees as he watches, and hears Furlan sigh.

Furlan tilts his head back again. He looks ridiculous with his cheeks all pink, and his coy grin looking more like a creepy frown. "Guess it's obvious, but. I want you. Sorry it took so long."

Levi bites the inside of his cheek, and strokes Furlan's jaw with one hand as he applies a firmer pinching pressure to Furlan's pebbled nipple with the other.

"You have me."

"You know what I mean."

He scoffs. "You should take a wild guess of what I've been thinking about for the past week."

Furlan smiles. "Oh."

His knees turn weak again. He reaches over for the large ledger, picks it up, and closes it. He feels Furlan watching him as he steps away from the chair, and heads toward the shelf lining the other wall. It's full of books, none dusty, but all in various states of neglect and natural decay. The Underground is damp.

Which is part of the reason for this special hiding spot.

Levi kneels down, and slides a stack out of the way. The wooden panel here is loose, and he slides it aside with ease, revealing a dark compartment that smells of expensive concoctions that trap moisture, and mothballs.

Levi hears whispered steps of socks against wood.

It's tucked away by the time Furlan appears behind him, also kneeling. His arms close on his small waist, daring to distract him while Furlan's heated breath washes over his nape. Furlan next folds his shirt collar down and pulls his facecloth free so he can kiss his neck.

"Hold on..." Levi struggles to slide the plank back into place first as heat trickles down, then shoves the cloth in his pocket. Pressed against his back, Furlan's frame is inviting and secure. "All that working, and suddenly you can't get your hands off me?"

"Mm-mm." He kisses Levi's earlobe, and traps it between his teeth.

"Fuck," he gasps faintly. A jolt of arousal goes straight to his dick, and here, he wonders. Wonders if Furlan can smell it.

"You're the one wearing perfume," Furlan points out, sounding surprised.

He glances over his shoulder, and pops his collar. "I am, aren't I. Well stand up."

Back on unsteady feet, Levi pulls Furlan back in from behind, pushing down on his nape until he feels sweltering wet kisses on his neck. Eager, increasingly needy.

"You alright?"

"Yeah." They sway, kisses deepening.

Furlan presses closer, snug against him, and Levi sighs. It's firm and hard against the seat of his pants. The longing he feels then is painful.

With one hand, Levi pins Furlan's mouth to his neck, and takes support from the shelf with the other so he can arch his back. This has his ass pop out and push back against all that hardness.

That'll be inside me soon.

"Fuck, Levi." He grabs his waist and grinds hungrily. "You are needy."

He huffs. "No 'm not..."

“Then what're you trying to do to me?”

"Get you to quit fucking procrastinating," he replies hotly, squeezing his nape.

Furlan snorts in amusement. One hand pinned across Levi's waist, the other goes lower closes on the front of Levi's tight trousers.

He stiffens, and sighs tenderly. "More."

Furlan sucks Levi's tender skin between his teeth, and raises his head. "Oh, so you've had enough messing around now?"

"You tell me." Levi presses down on Furlan's hand, grinding his dick on his palm, and swallows thickly.

"Mm..." He squeezes and strokes, at the same time catching Levi's nipple through his shirt, and a moan escapes him. It throbs, hotter. "Oh, I don't know..."

"Fucking asshole... More."

He finds himself being spun around, their lips crashing together, pressed up tight enough to feel Furlan through his tight pants. For a second as his tongue takes Levi's mouth, he thinks Furlan's going to do it right there, against the bookshelves.

He groans in protest, detaching their lips, and skipping down to Furlan's neck, determined to leave marks of his own—that don't go away for days. That pulls a louder sound out of him.

"Okay, okay," Furlan relents. His fingers bury in Levi's hair. "I'm done teasing, I swear... Let me take you to the bedroom..."

With a short hum, confidence building, he presses their foreheads together with a fleeting kiss to Furlan's lips. "Good choice."

In comparison to the fooling around they've done so far, they practically make it to the bedroom a flash... where Furlan surprisingly parts from him, intent on the bottom drawer beside the old bed.

Levi points as he opens his shirt. "What you're looking for's over there."

The lube Levi retrieved days earlier (and left out to spite Furlan) sits out in the open on the small bedside table, like it's been waiting too, but that's not what Furlan's looking for, apparently. A towel appears in his arms instead. He rises, and knocks the drawer shut with his heel.

Furlan smiles sheepishly. "I thought you'd appreciate this."

His shirt parted like curtains, Levi stands in place as Furlan unrolls the fluffy towel, and lays it on the bed long-ways. It's even grey, for stains.

Heart tender, Levi approaches from behind with his brow knit, and embraces him with his chin raised, so he can set it on his shoulder. It's not even the towel's obvious purpose he's so affected by, he thinks—he would've been fine going without—but that Furlan considered something that's otherwise insignificant.

"Thanks," Levi says slowly, trying to phrase it properly. "You put a lot of thought into this."

"More than you think." When Furlan turns his head, he's smiling full of nervous affection.

Levi guides his jaw towards him, where their buttery lips meet, and smack.

First, Furlan sits, pulling Levi down with him, and into his lap. He feels dizzy with fondness for this man as he parts his lips for him, and heavy smacking sounds ensue as they trade tongue. It's satisfying to clutch at Furlan's shoulders with the knowledge he already has Furlan all to himself.

As their tongues mesh, Levi spots Furlan's heavy-lidded gaze as he touches his back, and down lower, caresses Levi's round bottom, encouraging his hips.

His eyes close by instinct when he feels the hot friction, satisfying and teasing both at once. His wide thighs squeeze Furlan's hips as messy lips mash and hips roll, until Levi simply can't take it anymore with most of their clothes still on.

He leans back with purpose until Furlan follows through, and gravity does the rest of the work. Furlan however gets his arms around him before he can fall, and lays him down gently.

"More," Levi whispers urgently. "More."

"Okay, okay," he breathes shakily. He slots himself in-between Levi's spread legs, hands wandering and arms wrapping, lips parting for the silky heat of their mouths. Furlan pulls Levi's shirt shamelessly from its neat tuck.

No matter how many times they've fooled around, this position always gets his heart racing. Instincts make him hyperaware of how to escape when someone's on top of him—but this obviously isn't the time. He feels a small twinge of guilt, and to stamp it down, he pulls even more of Furlan on top of him, and gives him more space.

A slow hum vibrates down Levi's throat. As Furlan shifts, he feels firm heat pressing down between his thighs, and a moan escapes him, low and throaty.

Their hips grind with abandon. Enough waiting. Enough fucking around, Levi thinks.

Then he remembers what this is they're about to do, and shivers. Part thrill, part anxiety.

Their lips smack noisily before Furlan pulls away, and helps Levi slide his arms free of his sleeves. "Are you comfortable like that?"

"Like what?" he grunts. His silver belt buckle clinks open, followed by his pants. Everything off.

"On your back?"

He turns annoyed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Furlan lays his shirt aside, and shakes his head. "I'm not criticizing you. I'm just reminding you, you have the option, and I just think... you should be comfortable, and you're not really... I think I can tell when something's bothering you."

He's nervous. Levi thinks this over as Furlan works Levi's pants and briefs off his ankles. "Stop worrying... I don't get it. You don't make me 'uncomfortable'."

"I know that." Furlan opens his own pants. "But if something does, and you just... take it... Levi, that can't happen. You've talked that way before, is what I'm saying."

All of their clothes are gone, but no one acts.

"Because I'm right," he says quietly. "I get that I'm participating. But I'm the one 'taking it'."

"What? No," he says instantly. "What're you—? That doesn't mean anything."

A realization seems to dawn on Furlan, as everything stops to pause. "You're wearing perfume," he says slowly.

Levi tenses. Shame betrays him by burning his cheeks. "So fucking what, Furlan? Are you just going to state the obvious over and over... or ask a question, and then correct me some more?"

"That depends on whether you need to be corrected," he replies.

Levi crosses his arms, and looks aside, getting less turned on by the minute and more confused. That doesn't help. He hates being corrected in general, but now, specifically, it's like everything he has ever learned is taboo rather than the way sex just... works. It makes him feel like an idiot, and even more sick for her, but, at the same time... relieved. Like pain being optional, or pausing being encouraged.

Except, how wrong can he be?

Furlan murmurs, "Baby," and touches his waist. Levi crumbles inside. "I wanted to be prepared for this—but even if I was totally clueless, other stuff is obvious to me. It's an equal thing." Furlan squeezes. "This isn't happening to you. You know what I mean?"

"...I can't decide if it's creepy or a good thing you did research," he mutters.

Furlan guides Levi's attention towards him by his jaw. "Could you promise me?"

Immediately, Levi is listening closely. He doesn't take words lightly—especially promises—and with that intensity behind Furlan's blue eyes...

Levi says, like a secret that bursts from him, "Brothel."

The silence is tense. Levi for some reason just can't look at him or meet his eyes, but he can't stand the quiet either, so he keeps going. "I lived in one of those disgusting shitholes. So I should be the one that's prepared. Yet every damn time you tell me I'm wrong about something... But Furlan, I've seen it a million times, and I saw it the same way, every time, and so, I don't get... what..."

Levi trails off aimlessly. Both of them are motionless, hardly touching. He hates being pitied, if that's what Furlan's thinking, or if he plans to probe more for answers, then...

"I like you," Furlan says, now confident, like it's a fact. The Underground is dirty, cuts bleed.

Snapped out of his mind, Levi stares, and again feels himself relax underneath Furlan. Slowly.

"That's not the case in brothels, is it? I like you, a-and so I care, Levi. That's completely different.

"And so I need you to promise me, that if something is wrong, or hurts, or hell—you just have a complaint, you bring it up instead of accepting that that's the way things are.

"I really... really... don't want to mess this up."

Furlan is no longer on top, but kneeling between his legs, suddenly looking out of place. His plea—a plea is what it is—touches his heart in a way Levi isn't accustomed to.

"You're not messing up," he states firmly. Why do the words hurt so much, when they endear him to Furlan that much more?

Frowning, Levi leans up, and holds Furlan's jaw in place while he kisses him with all the tenderness he can't convey with words. Nothing is even happening, really, and yet this kiss feels intimate in place of sex.

He'd never thought of it that way, though—it's true. It makes sense now for Levi's knowledge and his experiences with Furlan to be so vastly different. He really feels completely out of his element now... except if it weren't for his constant that is Furlan there to calm his nerves.

"I get it," he speaks against his lips. "Fine." They press firmly. "I'll say something. You have my word."

Furlan searches his eyes for a moment, and then sinks into his arms. "Not that I don't trust you. But you know."

Levi's head tilts. "You have about a thousand more ways to say I'm wrong?"

A smirk. "Give me some time, and yeah, maybe I will."

Furlan kisses him again as their bodies gravitate toward each other. Neither of them are as hard as before, so they take their time. Furlan places a barrage of tiny kisses from his palms, to his forearms and thick biceps to the peaks and dips in his collarbones.

He speaks against Levi's neck, "Did you know... I think you're beautiful?"

Levi's eyes widen. That catches him off-guard. "Sh...Shut up."

"I mean it." There's a look in his eyes that intimidates him. "You're beautiful. And I like looking at you." Kisses drag and turn wet around his pecs, causing Levi's breath to shudder, and his eyes to instinctively close as Furlan's buttery lips close on his nipple, his hand around his cock. "I like kissing you. And touching you."

Levi wants to make some teasing jab about poetry, but it's lost on him because of Furlan. He pumps loosely and plays with his slit until Levi's soft and pliant, and tilting his hips up for more. The sucking sensations, and dull pressure from Furlan's teeth make him throb, with an embarrassing stream oozing from his tip.

It's all exposing, more than every other time, what with the knowing. That's why Levi's hands roam Furlan's body so hungrily. Scraping his nails down his back, full of scars, and the lithe muscles packed into his sides, and feeling up the subtle curve of Furlan's waist—nothing like Levi's—as his palm closes on his ass. More marks rise to the surface of Levi's pale skin.

"More. I'm ready," he breathes, his fingers threading in Furlan's blond locks. It feels against some invisible rules, somehow, to ask for something considering his position, but he ignores it. It's easy to forget his reservations when Furlan's making him feel this good.

Levi knocks his waist with the side of his foot until he chuckles, and scoots back.

"Happy?"

"Not yet," Levi snarkily replies. His eyes are drawn to Furlan's cock, blushing at the tip and more than half-hard laying on his thigh. He realizes he's never considered the idea of it being inside him before, or even being inside Furlan. Another time.

He spreads them, and to even further show his need without saying a word, and pries his cheeks apart, and lifts his hips. "F-Furlan. I want you."

Furlan visibly shudders and bows his head, a soft groan of approval moving over his thigh to dizzy Levi's mind. Hands shift and fall on Levi's, spreading and working the plump soft flesh until his dick strains, and drools.

For now... Levi decides he'll let Furlan do as he likes, when he likes. Scattering kisses while he strokes Levi's big thighs with shameless passion, licking and kissing closer to where he needs him most of all.

He pets his hair. "Hey. Don't think about using your mouth if you want me to la—"

Soaked heat from Furlan's tongue climbs the underside of his cock, licking up what's leaked from his tip. Seductive blue eyes challenge him.

"Shit," he gasps, and snags the sheets beside him. Too fucking wet, too silky hot.

He orders his body to relax as he watches Furlan's tongue lap at his slit, the contented look on his face, even with his eyes closed. His lips close, and suckle his pink tip.

"Ah, Furlan..." Levi gasps. He squirms. "Idiot, I'm being serious."

It's not the first time Furlan's gone down on him—but Levi thinks that he might be sensitive by nature or something. Which is annoying when Furlan seems so determined to pay him attention before the main event starts.

Rather, this is Furlan liking him. But that doesn't negate the fact that Levi won't last if he keeps on.

Furlan makes a murmuring noise. Just thick and loud enough to make Levi miss him when he pulls off—after explicitly telling him to do just that.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." Furlan gestures with his head. "Could you..."

"I do. That's the problem." That weightless wanting feeling returns to Levi's stomach as he takes the lube off the stand, and hands it to him. Furlan pulls the stopper, and tips it into his hand.

It looks like a waste to Levi, how much he's using, but he keeps quiet and obediently holds his hand out when it looks like Furlan's ready to hand it off.

Only Furlan seems to think better of it, and touches Levi's knee. "Can you spread them more?"

"You want my feet behind my head or something?" he retorts as he obeys. He spreads his thighs and lets his head sink into the pillow, completely exposed.

Furlan snorts with a sense of amazement. "Can you? And you'd do that for me? Maybe I should keep that in mind."

"Don't get a big-ass ego just 'cause—"

And Levi sucks in a swift breath as Furlan tips the phial. The thick, syrupy liquid dribbles down his taint, and over his hole. Suddenly it's there, and it's not like it's warm, causing a whine Levi can't catch in time, and his toes to curl. "Fuck... Fuck you."

"It's easier if you're wet."

"Shut up," he snaps, without thinking.

He feels bad for it the moment he does. This is serious, he remembers, or it means a lot to Furlan for Levi to be less of an asshole than usual. He eyes him, Furlan, who seems conflicted as he holds the closed phial out for Levi to take back.

"Nevermind," Levi mutters, and places it aside. "Stop it with that look. I promised, right? I'm not gonna let you mess up, or whatever you're afraid of."

"Never said I was afraid..." he drawls.

Levi can tell he's bullshitting, but he forgets to point it out as fingers from Furlan's clean hand stroke his taint, spreading the lube. "It's more like I'm not gonna let you stop me from making this good for you."

As if on cue, Levi's cock gently throbs as Furlan's strokes turn firm, and slide up to close his palm on his heavy balls, lathering them.

"Fuck you're an idiot—if you think, think that—"

Furlan squeezes, and oils his cock up next. Other fingers brush his hole. He feels himself tighten up on instinct, the contact pulling a shiver from him.

"—that this is bad for me," Levi finishes weakly, overwhelmed by pleasant tingles down his spine and the growing heat kindling brighter below. It doesn't even seem like Furlan is listening—instead he's studying all of Levi's reactions. Seeing what he likes. What elicits less.

"I'm gonna start now. With one." He kisses Levi's knee, and shuffles forward.

"Fuck. Fine."

Despite his thorough warning, Furlan's middle finger pushing past his rim makes him tense, clenching down on the unfamiliar feeling. It doesn't hurt, but it's weird.

"You're okay?"

"Ngh."

He pushes to the first knuckle, and out. It's a tiny thrust, barely anything. Levi moans under his breath.

"More?" Furlan for some reason sounds breathless.

"Y...Yeah. I'm not fragile. You're fine."

The second... then third knuckle. Levi hides the upper half of his face behind his elbow as he figures out whether he likes it or not. His body is constantly betraying him by fluttering around it, but he can't say it's unpleasant.

Furlan strokes Levi's wide thigh, and keeps his eyes on the faces he's making—all he can see, anyway. "How's it feel?"

Levi lowers his elbow. "...Like you have your finger in my ass. It's fine."

Furlan's hand wraps around his cock. "What about now?"

He gasps, and feels his walls clench down much tighter in response, again betraying him. He nods, too distracted to properly answer.

"I really like it... how sensitive you are. I'm adding another now, okay?"

Levi gets stuck on that first sentence and almost misses the question. "Mhm..."

He's hot and light all over as a second finger slides in beside the other, stretching him for the first time. He hides his face again, this time dragging a pillow over.

It's beginning to actually... feel like something. Furlan's fingers aren't thin, but long regardless, and so fill him so nicely, deep inside, combined with his hand around his cock. Levi bites down hard on his lip so an embarrassing noise doesn't escape.

Furlan keeps talking, slowly. "It doesn't seem like you would be so sensitive, right?—You're so rigid all the time..."

"'m not," he pants. "Rigid..."

"Heh. But you start shaking as soon as I touch you. Like this:"—his thumb dips into Levi's wet slit, and uncontrollably, he pinches his brows and shakes—"It's so fucking hot. And they feel big, right? They have to be, when you're this tight."

He has them pushed in to the second knuckle. They circle Levi's twitching rim when he pulls back, before burying right back in again, faster now.

His breath hitches embarrassingly loud. Every word makes Levi feel special, embarrassed, and at the same time dazed.

"Is it good?"

Levi nods, biting down on his tongue behind the pillow. All Furlan can see is his closed eyes.

And he doesn’t tear it off. Doesn’t even point out what Levi’s doing. That feels even better than what Furlan’s doing to him right now.

God, he's so hard. With how careful Furlan is taking this, he doesn't see how it could hurt for a second. Maybe that's why, going into it, Levi figured it'd be quick.

He feels a touch of guilt for that. Pain or not, he hates to waste Furlan's time, which Furlan can't argue with... After all, he's getting nothing out of this so far.

Furlan's fingers curl, yanking Levi out of his thoughts with a heated groan. His fist hasn't slowed, even as it throbs, making Levi's hips tilt.

For the first time in a while, he opens his eyes, embarrassed by the cum that's streamed down Furlan's knuckles.

"Faster," Levi requests, and adjusts so he can sink onto Furlan's fingers, not the other way around. "You're taking too long. I'm ready."

"Wait."

He tries to make a warning noise, but it only sounds whiny.

Furlan's fingers and the stretch disappears, and the emptiness that remains is horrible. Levi's eyes fly open, prepared to object, when the lube appears in Furlan's shaking hand. He reached for it himself.

Between his thighs, Levi catches Furlan's swollen neglected cock, bright fuchsia, dripping onto the towel.

"I said hurry up," Levi huffs, raising his hips. He's so hard his dick feels like it's about to fall off. Back to the pillow, craving something to hold onto.

Too close, he thinks. In three short pumps, that'd probably be it for him, and then where would they be? Wasting more time, that's where. Even though he's never had a problem with coming more than once with Furlan.

"I am. Three, now. Are you so impatient 'cause you're close?"

Three, this time, bury inside him. Slick just enough for perfect friction, to stretch, but not to slide too easily.

A groan bubbles up in his chest. He lowers the pillow, still hugging it. "Th-That's not... not the problem..."

Furlan's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "So what is the problem?"

"I'm ready," he replies petulantly, and grinds down on them himself. "This is a giant waste of your time by now..."

"Levi..." But he indulges him, and increases the pace.

It stings a little.

But so what? he catches himself thinking.

Before he remembers.

"It just stings... some."

The fingers slow inside him. "I'm warning you," Furlan says in a quiet tone. "Not to rush me."

Levi's brows knit, and his eyes open. "Or what?"

"If you just looked, you'd know I'm turned on right now. Maybe you're wasting time by complaining.

"If you keep rushing me..." His fingers curl, and maintain shallow thrusts as he speeds up, encouraging Levi's hastening gasps. Furlan's fist reappears, tighter now, and faster. "I'm gonna make you come. I know you can take one more. Maybe even two."

He barely even hears the word come. His quick breaths leave him in huffs as the reality of his nearing climax begins to catch up with his shitty attitude. Thrusting to meet Furlan's hand becomes something beyond his control.

Furlan leans forward even more, to keep Levi's thighs from twitching closed. It's like Furlan to be so daring, but not in bed. It fuels Levi's helplessness in a way, and gives him what he needs, he thinks. Someone to put him in his place. Furlan's taking his say out of it, which is somehow—fuck, it's good.

Levi gasps rapidly, and pins the pillow to his chest, "Shut up shut up shut—up."

"Does it still sting?"

"No," he moans, too high-pitched. His head tosses back and forth as his thighs tense and tremble. "You have to stop. I'm gonna come."

Then the loudest gasp of all finds him. Some spot Furlan brushes against drags a cry out of him as fiery heat from below brings—hurls Levi at the edge.

And it's not some fluke. It's brushed again, forcing Levi tighter and stealing the control over his voice.

"Fuck, fuck Furlan. Don't—stop that."

"Don't stop?"

"Fuck fuck fuck," he whispers.

Jaw slack, Levi pants at the ceiling and reels. He doesn't know what that is, but it's too good to be worth stopping and thinking about.

"Oh," Furlan moans. His thrusts turn pointed. "Right here?"

"Don't. P-Please. Don't." His fingers wrench at the sheets.

"Shit," Furlan whispers.

Sometimes, Levi still doesn't know his own strength when it comes to the pleasure Furlan gives him. Distantly, he knows he's thrashing.

Furlan's hand vanishes from his cock and pins down his abdomen, which means nothing as his fingers apply brutal pressure, tight and quick without the least bit hesitation, and Levi is fucking coming before he can even say I'm.

His climax drops on top of him like a ton of bricks, and makes light flash behind his eyes. It's too hot, way too fucking good. He finds himself arching, pushing again Furlan's arm, and his head thrown back, a full, loud moan bursting from his chest.

"Ah, Levi..."

Void of thought, he shakes and grinds to meet Furlan's fingers. All he needs is Furlan rubbing that spot to come hard. It should be unnatural to feel this good. His hips jerk and his cock pulses with each load, all over his stomach. Streaking as far as the dip in his sternum.

He whimpers pitifully as his back lowers back down, but Furlan isn't slowing. He is panting.

Levi's thighs start to quake, and a complaint dies on his tongue. He's oversensitive to the lightest stroke; tingles shoot up from his lower half that are almost pain, but no pain Levi has ever felt was addicting.

"God—dammit," he whines tightly. The way Furlan has him pinned, he can barely writhe. He feels mindless.

"You came so hard—I wasn't even touching you," he breathes, sounding almost amazed. "Still don't want me to stop?"

His firm, pointed rubbing, combined with the way Furlan gently strokes his waist, drives Levi out of his mind until he's keening from the overstimulation. It's too hard to tell. It's tender. Painful-good. Even loving. A short stream of cum oozes down Levi's shaft as it twitches back to life. It never went soft.

"Talk to me, Lev'."

"S..." He throws his head back. "...Too... Fucking can't."

Furlan finally eases up a little, making his strokes light instead. Levi suffers a full-body shiver.

"Slow down," he requests, this time in a way that makes sense. "Other than that it's good."

Furlan's fingers retreat from that spot entirely, and spread instead, stretching him again. Levi feels himself relax as chaste kisses melt against his quaking thigh.

"Good... It doesn't hurt, right?"

"No," he rasps, and loosens up on that damn pillow. It's damp now, and flat, and so he nudges it aside. He ends up touching Furlan's wrist, and gnarls his other hand in the sheets.

"Mhm?"

He cracks his eyes open. When he sees that naked affection on Furlan's face, he wishes he had the pillow back.

But too late.

"Fuck... mmh... no. It's. Good..."

Furlan whispers in a way that implies he doesn't want Levi to hear when he calls him beautiful. Levi's eyes screw shut.

Furlan's fingers piston slowly, as deep as possible. "But do you think you're done? I'll stop, if you don't wanna go again."

Levi shakes his head lazily, his hand wandering down and wrapping around his softened cock. The slippery squelching sounds. He shudders out a sigh. "Nah..."

"Yeah?" A kiss to the center of Levi's chest.

"I'm good."

"Okay. Good."

Furlan drags his lips down his navel, straying to certain scars old and aged the color of milk, tonguing at a raised line, then nuzzling the dark, curly hairs. His tongue spreads flat, and licks. Lapping up the thick, sticky white while Levi watches on, always stunned when Furlan pulls stunts like this.

He doesn't even do it for Levi's peace of mind, he thinks. Licking, sucking, tasting him is just something Furlan likes doing.

Which is embarrassing as it is nice, because Levi is the same way. It's difficult to get enough of Furlan. And scary, is what that is—he has too much experience with loss to feel anything less—but he doesn't have to think about it while Furlan is here, a solid weight between his legs, and doing these things to him.

Furlan... definitely—Levi sighs tightly as his tongue touches his sensitive tip—has a thing for his thighs, too. He stops fondling himself to cradle Furlan's flaming cheek.

And notices the hunched way Furlan's kneeling as—with his navel and dick now slick and shiny from where Furlan's mouth has been—he goes lower. Levi's neck hurts just to watch him.

"Wait," he mumbles.

Furlan stops quickly, so Levi can adjust quickly—pushing that pillow behind his head so he's not stuck staring at the ceiling with his back flat on the mattress when he raises his knees, so the tops touch his pecs.

Levi explains, "I didn't lie when I said I was flexible. This angle's better for you, right?"

Furlan seems stunned as his eyes rake him, down to everything exposed before his eyes. Levi's slick cock hard and laying on his pelvis, down his curves and parted cheeks, and his pink hole, puffy and shiny from the oil.

Furlan wants to blurt out that he likes Levi a lot, or something. He nods rapidly instead, then leans down and closes his mouth on Levi's heavy balls, sucking eagerly.

"Fuck fuck." His hand sinks into thick blond locks. "Oh. That's it..."

His taint seems like such an unassuming spot... so maybe it's just Levi that curls his toes and gasps when it's licked. He can feel him on both sides.

"You..."

Levi is stuck between you don't have to and what're you doing? when Furlan's heavy tongue laps into his rim, replacing his fingers, and pushes inside with ease.

A needy whimper—or cry, Levi can't hear himself over this stretch—is torn from his throat as Furlan groans, and buries his tongue in deep. The thrusting motions make him grab for Furlan's hair, his legs wiggling in useless attempts to close.

Furlan grips Levi's ass, working his palms in and spreading him open as he shamelessly explores.

A real cry has Levi slapping his hand over his mouth when the sucking motions begin, and he hears the slurping. So wet it'd be disgusting if it didn't bring his cock back to throbbing so fast.

A moan bursts from Furlan's chest as Levi both pushes on his head and grinds his ass down, so his nose is snug with his taint and Levi gets the full girth of his tongue. Those whines and high-pitched nosies don't even sound like Levi, and Furlan being the one to drag them out makes him burn.

"I'm ready, I'm ready Furlan, Furlan, ready—" he babbles. "Fucking c'mon you can't make me come again, can't, n' just, fuck your tongue—"

Furlan's head spins. Levi's hole is getting tight on him, and he's just getting louder. It'd be so fucking easy to make him come again.

"Please."

He barely pulls off in time to let Levi down from the very edge.

Levi's legs are shaking. He has the base of his blushing cock in a tight fist, and, a mess dribbling down his knuckles again. He barely managed to hold it together, and it shows.

"Sorry... I kinda got carried away," Furlan huffs, stroking his thighs. His hole is even puffier than before, still clenching.

"That's one word for it." He flicks Furlan's ear affectionately. "I'm ready, I said. Come here."

Furlan's weight feels safe and familiar on top again. One glance down is enough for Levi to see he probably doesn't need more oil, but Furlan reaches for it.

He watches. It's a little hypnotizing. The snick of the stopper. The instant tightening of his expression when Furlan gets his dick in a loose fist, and slowly pumps.

"I could've done that," Levi mumbles. It feels like he's done nothing but lay here while Furlan made him come once, almost twice, with his tongue in his ass, of all things.

Furlan's glazed eyes focus on him. "I know, but no. I mean... to be honest... I think I'd come if you touched me right now."

Levi's eyes bulge. "Then how do you expect to fuck me?"

"I guess I didn't think that far ahead," Furlan chuckles in defeat.

Levi deadpans, and lowers his knees as he pulls and sends Furlan crashing down on top of him. First, he slams their lips together, and calls him an idiot between those kisses.

Second, "Stop worrying so much... I bet you could take one more... right? Maybe even two."

Using Furlan's words against him is a gratifying feeling, especially when he gives in instantly by laughing, forcing their lips apart.

Furlan gazes into his eyes. "'kay... I'll go slow anyway. I'm pretty sure it'll be a lot at first. Even after all that."

"If you say so," he says, with no bite behind it.

Levi bends his knees. His shins touch Furlan's waist, both hands gripping his biceps.

Furlan eyes his grip... and takes one hand down beside Levi's shoulder on the bed. It doesn't move. He's holding his hand.

Levi can only stand to hold eye contact for a moment, and then urges him forward with his heel. "Don't make me tell you again."

Levi's free hand falls to help pin him open, since Furlan only has one free too, to guide himself. They inhale at the same time.

The first push into his rim, the heat and the instant stretch has Levi gasp. It's immediately the most intense thing he's ever felt, done—doesn't matter. "Ah."

Furlan's whiny sigh washes over his face as he eases inside, and rocks back about halfway. Shallow at first.

If Furlan grips his hand any harder, he'll break his fingers. Levi holds tighter.

"It'sgood," Levi gasps, predicting the question. "I'm good. You good?"

"I'm—I'm good." Furlan stoops over him a little more, his arm settling by his head. "You feel... really good." His head lowers to his neck "You're so fucking tight, baby, shit Levi..."

Levi makes an eager noise of agreement as Furlan's lips land on his, barely moving. Kissing just for the sake of it.

Levi groans. The stretch grows absurdly sweet and tight, and then he has it all. Furlan's cock is buried inside him. He's here. Furlan's hips kissing his, and their breaths beating over each other's faces.

"Need... move," Levi mumbles, nosing his cheek. "If you're ready I need you to..."

Their sweaty bodies are pressed from their chests to Levi's ankles crossed behind Furlan's lower back. Furlan's navel pins Levi's cock, creating delicious friction at the slightest movement.

And the movements are slight. Levi needs more, but he hears Furlan constantly, moaning down his throat, swift gasps when he pulls out to leave Levi almost empty, and slams back in so his balls clap against flesh. Their hands squeeze as he stays there, grinding as deep as he can go.

The moan shakes its way out of Levi as Furlan's hips roll, grind in circles, and he can tell, can just tell Furlan is struggling to hold it together. Whining, with his blue heavy eyes struggling to stay cracked open.

It's so full, heavy and warm everywhere—that he can't imagine how overwhelming it is for Furlan to maintain this controlled a pace.

"Faster," Levi demands. He tosses his arm over his shoulders and digs his heels in.

Furlan moans, louder with the next shallow, devastating flurry of thrusts. "I can't I can't—Levi, I won't last."

"Don't care. I—f-fuck—don't care," he speaks hotly into his ear, and tilts his hips. Shivers shake his bones. He rakes his blunt nails down Furlan's back, embracing the feeling of his shifting muscles and mangled scars. "You can come. Come inside me. You've been so fucking careful, you worked yourself up too much, so you better fuck me now like you mean it."

Furlan clings to him and opens his eyes. There's an intensity in them Levi's never seen before, and then all sense of pace dissolves. He cages Levi in, humping in jerky, desperate strokes. Muffled in his neck, Levi can't tell if Furlan is babbling or cursing.

Even though he's losing control, it feels so fucking good. The friction sends sweet volts of pleasure down his cock while Furlan uses him.

Levi raises one of his knees back, giving Furlan more room. He knows the techniques, what to do, which might as well go to use a little.

"Deeper," Levi grunts. "I can handle it."

"Fuckokay." There's a brief reprieve to his pace as Furlan leans up and slides his palm into the bend of Levi's knee, leaving his foot to dangle helplessly in the air.

Groans burst from them both as Furlan's cock suddenly rams in much deeper. It even feels even bigger than before. Levi struggles to close his gaping mouth as their joined hands lands beside Levi's head.

"Mm, shit..." Furlan's slams in. "I'm coming."

Levi feels it in his core and his curled toes, through his dizzy mind as Furlan tenses on top of him, and his hips jerk to a pause.

His eyes roll back. "Levi."

"Ah."

Hammering thrusts resume messier than ever. He ends up pinning Levi to the whining mattress, his leg bent bak as his cock gushes inside.

Levi moans sweetly from the feeling, and simply clings onto any piece of Furlan he can get as his moans fill his ear, and he rides out the rest.

He holds on desperately, decides he likes the feeling of Furlan coming inside him.

But he didn't come. So why is his heart trembling as Furlan's passionate lips land on his, and his hips slow to rocking?

Sex. Levi still doesn't understand this, or his own feelings. He's witnessed the aftermath a hundred times, so he doesn't understand why it feels so comfortable, and warm, and impossible to resist holding onto Furlan tight. Who knew it could be like this?

It must be because Levi likes him.

When Furlan stills to an exhausted stop, his full weight falls down on top of him.

That urgent sense of getting away as fast as he can is quiet at least. Levi kisses his temple, then the top of his head as Furlan lets his leg down, and they lay, still connected.

It's still hard. Levi wants to squirm, the way his dick is trapped, but he holds off. Their hands relax. His fingers ache dully, but he decides it's a good ache.

Furlan raises his head. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to get that rough."

"Ye—Yeah." He's surprised at the tightness in his throat. He swallows to break it down, and tries to rationalize it.

It was good. Furlan is perfect at pausing and all the talking. So intense aside, he doesn't understand why he's emotional.

Furlan leans, and furrows his brows. The satisfaction on his face before is gone. "Hey... Are you crying?"

"It didn't hurt. It was good," he struggles to answer, and covers his face. A silent cry gets through. "I'm not. Fronting. It was good. Stop staring. Sto-Stop."

Furlan kisses his forehead in a ghostly press, and works himself out of him carefully. The emptiness that replaces him is still unsatisfying.

Would he still be emotional if it wasn't? There's nothing here worth feeling sad about, and he knows he's worrying the hell out of Furlan for this, but he can't explain it. The embarrassing need to weep recedes slowly.

"It's okay." He nudges Levi's attention back towards him, where he pecks his lips in a soft, simply kiss, under his clenched fist draped across his eyes.

"Nothing's wrong, Furlan," he whispers.

"I think... it could normal to be emotional if it was good, maybe," he suggests.

Confused, Levi viciously wipes, then opens his eyes. They shine as they search Furlan's. "What?"

"How else do you explain it?" he asks. He looks open to suggestions. "And I don't think I feel... that differently from you, so. There's that."

Levi stares a moment longer, processing that crying can be a good thing, and relaxes. Same as Furlan.

They settle like that, in peace. Levi sighs, his nostrils flaring, and squirms the slightest bit. He's messy, and sticky. His ass feels weird. Either he has to wait for his dick to go down before getting up, or...

Furlan strokes his cheek. "Lay down on your side? I'll do it properly this time if you want."

His eyes crack open. "So you do have another in you."

The side of Furlan's mouth quirks as his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.

Levi shares the same look for just a moment before rolling on his side, leaving as much space for Furlan on the towel as possible in its wrinkled, soiled state.

When he raises his leg, he winces in disgust as the shift makes more ooze out of him.

"Don't overdo it if you can't handle something," Levi reminds him. "Your dick is probably raw."

A soft kiss is pressed to his nape. "I think I can handle you."

"You think?"

"Gonna do it now."

"Hm." Levi curves his back and forces his limbs to relax. He knows what to do.

Furlan touches his hip. Levi's heart skips a beat as the soft tip pushes past his rim like it's nothing. Furlan takes his time, still determined to be careful even though he's barely hard and it's plenty wet. The slight stretch seeps the tension from Levi's bones.

Furlan sighs wetly. They both feel him throb. Getting hard won't take long, but Levi relishes this quiet, intimate moment, simply being connected. They're spooning, as if this was some ordinary night. Before Furlan, he'd think this would be pointless.

Levi nibbles on his raw lip—already tender from that exact thing—to stay quiet. Furlan's heavy breaths wash over his shoulder.

Levi links their fingers, and hums faintly as things start to shift. He's forced to adjust as Furlan is getting harder. Anticipation and excitement roils around in his chest, feeling it twitch, and begin to swell.

"How does it feel?" Furlan whispers. Levi feels his tongue, then his teeth against his tender neck.

He's gripped by a shiver. Always his neck. "Good. Ah..." He reaches back and buries his fingers in Furlan's hair. "Getting harder..."

Furlan's voice shakes as he utters even quieter, "You take it so well."

The praise washes over Levi like a wave. He lets it with a barely-restrained whine. Take it so well.

Their breathing is heavier. Laying on his thigh, Levi watches as it twitches, straining, even.

"More," Levi whispers, not knowing what he's asking for.

"M... More what?"

"Hah... How's it feel?"

"You? Soft, and warm. And so tight. You feel so fucking good. I could fucking live inside you, Levi," Furlan moans. His hips barely rock as he guides their hands down, around Levi's base, pumping slowly, together. "You get tighter when I talk..."

His voice is raspy, but needy all the same. Levi wants more of that voice.

"Shut up," Levi mewls. His hips twitch, rocking on Furlan's cock and their fists at the same time. He tries to be silent by locking his throat, but Furlan is fucking him now, and he won't stop talking.

"I wonder what it'll feel like..." He sighs shakily. "Making you come. Feeling you come. I could barely fuck you with my fingers earlier."

"Fuck."

"Good?"

"Yeah."

Furlan pace is steady now, light, but deep. It gives Levi delightful chills every time Furlan's balls gently slap, and faintly squelch. It's like this is... not even for anything. No end in mind. It's like...

Levi squeezes his hand tight, swallowing heavily, and melts into Furlan's hold. "It feels good, sweetheart."

"Yeah?" he whimpers. "For me, too... Half the time I can't even hold you still. But I like it when you lose control like that. You deserve... deserve to come that hard."

"M-Mm..."

Levi forgets what he said about wanting him to shut up. He almost wants to believe him. His voice is addicting. Low, hitched but smooth, like the barely-concealed eagerness in their fists. Words spill from Furlan like he believes what he's saying with just enough uncertainty of how Levi will react. Maybe Levi likes proving him wrong. Maybe the praise is doing it for him.

Levi bites his lip hard as their sweaty temples press together. It still embarrasses him to make requests. "Harder..."

"Bend your knee more, and... Yeah. Good. Good, baby."

"Fuck me," Levi moans. His head falls back against Furlan's shoulder. "Fuck me. Plea—Fuck me."

"I am. I'm taking care of you."

Furlan hammers in more firmly, but without his thrusts getting shallow. When he pushes back in, Levi gets to feel all of it. Filling him over and over. As the speed grows, Levi's gasps do too. Their laziness from earlier has worn away to—

Levi jerks. His hand freezes on his cock, a moan pouring out of him. "There. Shit, yeah, there—"

His hold on Furlan's hand tightens as his head falls back, quivering.

Too much. Need more.

"Fucking—right there?" Furlan grunts. His fist briefly disappears and picks up Levi's thigh, steadying him. "Right there, baby?"

He shudders, groaning tight and strained. "Yeah. Keep going."

Furlan grunts. Harder. Levi's fist pumps faster. He's pinning him open like he did earlier, and every last inch he feels slamming into that spot quickly makes him lose his mind.

"Getting so tight... That's it. You're perfect."

Levi hears himself make a noise he's never heard out of himself. He didn't think his voice could get so whiny. His fingers are nothing compared to this.

His cheeks feel hot as his mind, the noises hitting his ear, and, and the constant wet slapping get away from him, leaving this pleasure in his blood, building, building. "Furlan... Furlan, 'm getting close."

Furlan breathes heavy and shudders with him. "Lev'. Please. Please."

Then Furlan's fist reappears, quickly catching up with Levi's quick pace. He hears himself make another noise he didn't think possible and grinds his teeth, trying to stay still while the trembling grows, his gasps, the explosive heat. His peak is right there.

Furlan moans so sweetly, dripping with need. "Are you coming, baby?"

Levi comes. Every muscle goes rigid, and then he's dissolving into shakes as the loudest and most shameless noise he's ever made falls out of his gaping mouth. Even the squealing mattress isn't as loud.

He hears Furlan's gasp in his ear, "Fucking good boy."

"Fuck!" he wails, his hips jumping into their fists as he spills all over himself.

This is the most intense thing he's ever felt.

It feels like that first wave, the one that shatters lasts forever with Furlan's unrelenting fucking. Levi's eyes roll back, unable to smother himself or stop his jerky thrashing. Furlan has to pin him back again.

He's clenching so tight he's fucking whimpering by the time he can even remotely make out what filth Furlan's speaking in his ear. He shouts when his hips freeze, and Furlan comes right after, moaning Levi's name. The sound echoes around his mind.

Levi shakes. His toes curl as wet heat explodes inside him for the second time. He can't tell if he's still coming, or if he's overstimulated and going crazy from it.

It throbs weakly the last time, a few more pathetic drops oozing from Levi's tip before it's over, and they both drop back down.

That wonderfully drained feeling settles in Levi's blood. He straightens his leg, stunned he has so little strength to lift it. It's nice. The only thing stopping him from dozing off is the swamp that is the sheets, and the sticky mess they've made of each other... and his instincts telling him that relaxed is a dangerous feeling.

They catch their breath back slowly. It takes Levi longer. That feeling, the one that makes him feel he's made of glass, reappears in his throat. He swallows to dissolve it.

He pushes his bangs, pasted to his forehead, off his wet eyes, and feels Furlan's lips in his hair. The next moment, his soft dick slips out of him. The emptiness now leaves him with a deep, burning satisfaction instead of any longing.

"You okay?"

Levi sniffles. "Sticky." He wrinkles his nose, and eyes the towel, which has been crinkled and shoved, laying precariously over the edge of the bed. So much for that.

"Wait." Furlan reaches over, and takes his cheek. It sounds brittle. "You sure?"

Levi avoids it, even more disgusted with his own naked vulnerability. He's getting emotional again. "Yes. I promised, remember? Like you said... it was good."

"...'kay." He relaxes.

Levi squirms, then. "My ass feels weird."

"...Bad weird or good weird?"

"How am I supposed to know...? Feels like someone fucked me just now... So I'm pretty sure that's nothing to worry about."

Furlan's smile kisses his shoulder, but he doesn't truly relax again.

"You good?" Levi murmurs.

"Yeah. I mean. Yes."

Levi feels another conundrum coming on. It feels like he could melt back into Furlan. Their first time, they laid together for ages, but that was the first time. If they do it quick, they usually separate to clean up within a minute.

And back then, clients were gone in under that. Never spoke.

Furlan lays his arm over him, his chest, away from most of the mess, and nudges his leg between Levi's. They're cuddling. This is the way they sleep sometimes. If a little tighter than that.

"Seriously though... Um."

"Should I get up?" Levi asks quietly, brows drawn.

His hold slackens. "If you want to... You can."

That answer sounds a little too distant for their proximity, so Levi backs into him even closer, and pulls Furlan's arm back in place. "You're saying that that's not what I'm supposed to do."

"Wanting to—"

"Getting up. Leaving."

"Oh," he says quietly. "No."

Levi silently sighs in relief. "If you say so."

"Tell me something. That was a lot, and I'd just... you know, if it was good for you like it was me."

He wants to ask if Furlan noticed how hard he came just now, but he turns his head instead, frowning, and kisses him. Soft, once. Twice. He searches his tired blue eyes. "Look. Of all things to feel insecure about, that's not one. What do you have to worry about, about me leaving?"

Furlan's eyes dart away at the question. "I don't..." His brows scrunch. "Well, I like you. And you're kind of all I got now. And... shit, I don't really know."

Levi lets another beat of silence pass. Taking the edge of the towel, he wipes his navel and thighs, enough to hold him over for now, and turns over to properly give Furlan his attention. He still feels a little overwhelmed, but it's better when Furlan immediately welcomes him into his arms. If certainty is what Furlan wants, Levi will give the best he can.

"It didn't hurt. It was good. I'd do it again... along with all that shit you said."

Furlan blushes scarlet. He smiles weakly. "Don't make fun of me for saying it, and I won't make fun of the way you reacted."

His eyes roll. "...Right... You got nothing to worry about, unless I have something I need to do different next time."

"No, no." He tightens the embrace. "It was really good. And thanks for that."

Levi relaxes more. It takes him a little longer to nod. He's not in the mood for more discussion or repeating himself, unless it involves a bath, so he lets himself be held.

"...So we can just..."

"Not state the obvious."

"Bath in a bit."

Levi exhales, a little chuckle, and melts into his arms. "Good answer."

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[insomniacscribblesao3]

i need to get back into writing, specifically writing levihan.. so if anyone's got a prompt, shoot it my way. i want a oneshot, whether sad of happy

[storiesofaot]

Hiiii the anon who requested the royal au here haha. I loved it and I'm here with another small au request which might be a bit hard but it's alright you don't end up writing it. I'm just this huge vault of imagination just because I love seeing levihan in these different scenarios. I love the world of fanfiction haha. The possibilities are endless.

So here goes,

Levi is a vampire, turned by his uncle, is seeking to become a mortal again. When he hears that there is an immortal who knows the secret to becoming a mortal he seeks her. It happens to be Hange who has been in earth since the beginning of civilisation. The secret *dun dun* is finding your soulmate. In the beginning they are unaware they are the soul mates. Hange takes Levi to an ancient village which is hidden from humanity where an ancient temple lies. The journey of course takes time nonetheless on their way they fall in love. They have the choice to either grow old or live rest of their immortal life together.

Hopefully, this isn't complicated. If you decided to write this. Hope you have fun writing this too. 🫶

Hi Royal AU Anon!!

I am so happy to hear that you liked the little fic I wrote! I'm still working on the "full" oneshot, it's honestly so much fun!! 👑 And I agree, AU's are amazing, before I started to write for Levihan I never had given them a try, but now I'm obsessed hehe 😍

As to your Vampire AU request: I'm going to be completely honest; vampires or fantasy in general are a little too much out of my comfort zone. I have never written it and rarely read it, that's why I don't think I could do it any justice - so for now I will have to pass on this one, I'm really, really sorry! I don't know if at some point in the future, I might give it a try, but at the moment, I don't think I'd be able to do it properly.

That said, I do think your idea is fantastic and well thought out; so if someone reads this, wants to give it a try and feels inspired, please go ahead!! ✨️

I'm really sorry, I hope you understand; and thank you so much for your request!! 🫶🏼 Until next time!

[littlelasagne]

Life Update 😊

Lol I always say I'll do updates but I rarely do 😅 but I do have an update to share!!

I'm moving across the country to start a new job as editor at a new publisher!!! It's going to be a step up from my old job and I'll be editing a wider range of kids books, up to YA. I'm excited but nervous especially because I'll be living the true overworked editor life and reading constantly.

I don't want this to effect BMO (lbr I haven't been updating regularly 🤣) but I don't know how creatively exhausted I'll be, and if I'll be able to put the same energy/time into it. Fanfic has been a way for me to relax since covid, so I want it to stay the same.

Levihan is still my comfort, they rest deep within my bones, so dw I'm not going anywhere. 🥰 maybe I'll keep stretching my writing muscles and do more oneshots and shorter chapter fics???

Thanks to those who still read and support!! It means the world and honestly, writing and editing fanfic has helped me grow as an editor SO MUCH. I'm so so so grateful to those who have commented/fedback on any of my fics. I get waves of imposter sydrome from time to time, and it's going to get worse at this new job lol, but I always carry your guys comments with me and it helps!!

Finishing off with a random lotr gif xxxx