#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!!!

[this-is-krikkit]

Fanfic writer interview

tagged by @azriona, thanks! sorry for taking so long to do this

how many works do you have on AO3?

51, a few of them wips.

what's your total AO3 word count?

235,423 which seems low af compared to how long i've had this account.... time to add some more, amirite?

your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

i did not expect these to be from 4 completely different ships (and types of ships!!), but as a multifandom hoe this is such an accomplishment! also hilarious considering one more fandom shows up in the top 10 lmao

thanks to anyone who ever left a kudo on a work of mine, i appreciate them and you all so much ♥️

5. we're not friends, nor have we ever been: a berena AU where they meet during residency and a hectic A&E 24h shift. multichap, finished, and technically a prequel to friends just sleep in another bed (hence the similar lyrics title)

4. get off with with you: a victuuri "missing scenes" of sorts starting when Victor has to leave Yuuri in Russia, ending with them reuniting and getting together properly (thus shattering the limbo their relationship had been in since the Beijing Kiss). multichap, finished!

3. holothurin: nsfw, levihan getting together on Ocean Day. one of my rare she/her pronouns fic for afab hange, too. i thought i was so smart for that title and yk what? i still think so. oneshot, finished!

2. it's always darkest before the dawn: this one surprisingly got some more attention recently although it's been a while (2019!!! prepandemic, my guys!!) since i wrote it. it's a post canon fix-it fic for my knights in love braime, where in short: brienne is pregnant, jaime is alive, and podrick is the GOAT. oneshot... for now? 🤭

1. right as rain: levihan, nsfw as fuck, from sex to love modern AU basically. unfinished, currently working on chapter 11/13 (yes, that's more than planned. shut up)

tagging: @blonndiec @dont-f-with-moogles @jewishvitya @quillsandblades @saecookie

+ @sixpennydame @someonestolemyshoes @sunflowersunite @wanderlustqueen-writes @youre-ackermine

and any other ao3 writer mutual i might have forgotten (sorry i have no memory!!!), consider yourself tagged as well

[storiesofaot]

[Most of these fics are oneshots or have very few chapters. It is specifically stated if the fic is a multi-chapter fic.]

☼ = Fluff; ☾ = Angst

Ao3 Fics

⚘ On A Night Like This || ☼ || Canon compliant; post-Season three. Levi and Hange spend the night at the beach, where there are a lot of things to discover.

⚘ In The Heart Of Marley || ☼, ☾ || Canon compliant; set during the Scouts' trip to Marley. Chapter 1: Hange and Levi take a walk through the park. Chapter 2: It's Hange's birthday, and they end up having some kind of slumber party.

⚘ The Levihan Mosaic || ☼, ☾ || This is where I collect all of my oneshots and ficlets from Tumblr.

⚘ A Thousand Times Nothing Happened || ☼ || Modern AU; childhood friends to lovers. The story alternates between flashbacks of Levi and Hange growing up together and the present.

⚘ The Greatest Gift Is Love || ☼ || College AU; multi-chapter fic. How Levi and Hange meet at university, become friends, and fall in love. The second half takes place around Christmas and was originally posted as an Advent Calendar, during the 24 days leading up to Christmas.

⚘ It Snowed Last Night || ☼ || Modern AU. Levi and Hange enjoy a fun and relaxing day in the snow.

⚘ Close Enough Is Still Enough || ☼ || Canon compliant; pre-canon. It's Valentine's Day, and Levi tries to surprise Hange to show her how much she means to him. Things don't go exactly as planned.

[seamsterspell]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Thank you for the tag @quillsandblades 😘!!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

14 fics!

8 of then are Haikyuu whilst 6 of them are SNK

What's your total AO3 word count?

394,551 words. . .

Tbf, 68% of the word count is coming from one fic alone (TFTAE is 269k words long AND STILL COUNTING)

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

1. TALES FROM THE ACKERMAN ESTATE

Levihan Victorian Era AU, my most popular fic. Which suprised me because I thought not many people like hisfic.

Still ongoing, 31/?

2. DON’T YOU?

Levihan canon-compliant fic (featuring the veterans). The first ever levihan fic that I posted on AO3.

I’m so proud of this fic BUT PLEASE, DON’T READ IT! It’s SO BAD! The grammar and the formatting especially 😭

3. BUNNY SLIPPERS

Ahh!! The only none-levihan fic in this list 😂

Tsukiyachi, canon-compliant, set in the future (where they are dating). My first ever tsuyach fic! It’s written in Hinata’s POV (my way of exploring tsuyach’s relationship through the eyes an outsider)

4. FALLING IN WITH THE COLORS

Levihan Modern AU, a mix between office (coworkers) AU and Soulmate AU (colorblind; where everything is b&w until you meet your soulmate). Levi’s POV.

This is my second levihan fic and again, DO NOT READ IT!!! I love it though, it’s my personal fav.

5. DO YOU HAVE A MEMBERSHIP?

Another Levihan Modern AU fic. Hange as a minimarket cashier and Levi as a random customer. Oneshot. Inspired by a true event that my friend experienced.

That’s all folks! Thanks for tuning in 😆🫶🏼

Tagging: @ananimemuse @hjemne @lavendori @jean-kirschtussy (no pressure!!) and anyone who wants to join ❤️

[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.

[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.

[dont-f-with-moogles]

My Home For All Seasons

(Merry Christmas, Levihans! Here's my contribution to this year's Levihan Secret Santa 2024! @levihanweek for Nautilidaes on Instagram. Thanks so much to @alemanriq for organising!)

My Home For All Seasons Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 1446 words

A sky of granite loomed overhead. Temperatures had fallen below freezing; the heavens could no more threaten snow than promise the relief of sunshine. Instead, pavements glistened with ice, much to the delight of Shingeki middle schoolers who skated their way through the frost-glazed gates. Others stepped gingerly, whilst some of the more unruly boys slid onto their backsides, laughing with raucous embarrassment.

Levi Ackerman, the janitor, rounded the corner of the school building. He was rubbing his gloved hands together partly to relieve the numbness in his fingers, partly with the distaste of having just handled a large bag of refuse. His disgust, however, was short-lived; Levi’s brow furrowed further as his eyes fell on an unexpected and inexplicable scene in front of him.

“Oi -”

Hange Zoe, the chemistry teacher, was engaged in a heated discussion with a cab driver. The man was leaning out of his car window, gesturing emphatically at a grey and white donkey which stood behind them. A leather rein ran from the science teacher’s hand to a loose cord around the animal’s neck.

“Levi!” Hange’s labcoat whirled about their knees as they turned to him. “Tell this mean, old driver that I’ll pay him triple rate if he just lowers the seats in the back. That’s all he has to do to make enough room!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Levi raised his hands. “Context, Hange. Let’s start from the beginning. Now, what’s with the ass?”

“Excuse me?” Hange looked affronted. Levi snapped off a yellow rubber glove and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“The ass. The donkey.” Levi indicated the animal who had his hooves rooted firmly to the icy ground. “Our equine friend right here.”

“Right, right!” Hange scratched the back of their neck, their grip on the rein slackening. The donkey, who had been pulling in the opposite direction, stumbled. He reared his long, white-tipped nose with a grunt of protest. The cab driver waved off Hange with a few choice words; his rear wheel screeched and smoked against the ice as he pulled away sharply.

“None of you seem to understand!” Hange cried, outraged, “this donkey has been subjected to the most horrendous conditions! Forced to participate in the school’s nativity production, he’s been standing beside a manger in the freezing cold all afternoon while grubby-handed fourth graders have manhandled him.”

Levi stared as the animal’s black-tipped ears shivered. 

Trembling, Hange continued. “And once the school returns him to the mobile petting zoo it’ll be another nativity tomorrow, then a kid’s party, then a day of donkey rides at the amusement park… it’s a schedule straight out of hell.”

They stroked their knuckles slowly, fondly down the animal’s soft nose.

“...and I just can’t do that to old Moppel.”

“Moppel?”

With a mournful whinny, the donkey reared his head. Flecks of white stood out against his begrimed flanks. The creature’s dark, almond-shaped eyes were blinded with sadness; a watery grey film seemed to coat them, while grit clumped in the corners. Suddenly, a gust of arctic air ruffled his fur, forcing his aching lids closed. 

“He just looks so… lonely.” Hange’s voice caught.

“Look…” Levi tore his gaze away, gesturing with an ungloved hand. “Let’s be realistic. Say we don’t return him. Where else is Moppel going to go? He can’t come home with you.”

“I know that!”

“Besides which, donkeys are notoriously difficult to train,” Levi continued, “they’re stubborn, noisy and they eat everything.”

“Actually Levi, they’re deeply misunderstood creatures!” Hange contradicted him with a declaratory finger, “you would be a little stubborn too if your handlers were cruel, forcing you to entertain children all day and then locking you in a cage all night! Donkeys are not only intelligent but also have excellent memory retention.”

Levi surveyed the animal doubtfully as it closed its large teeth around the white collar of Hange’s labcoat. 

“You’d know more than me…” Levi conceded, “...even so, the petting zoo will want him back. The guy’s gonna charge the school if we don’t return him.”

Hange traced the donkey’s soft fur. The animal pressed its long nose gently into Hange’s open palm. 

“I wasn’t going to keep him for myself, you know, ” they spoke in a small voice, “my friend Moblit knows someone who runs a wildlife sanctuary not far from here…”

“Hange.”

Moppel lifted his head again, brushing lightly against Hange’s forehead. The scientist closed their eyes, savouring the delicate tickle of grey fur against their cool brow.

“...I know,” they relented, “I know. It’s just… difficult to see him go back to a place like that.”

Hange’s hand slackened over the rein; Levi lifted it from their grasp. Wary of the newcomer, Moppel took one begrudging hoof forward.

“I’m sorry…” The science teacher was contemplating the empty sky. “It’s just… the holidays are hard, you know?”

Levi inclined his head. Without words, the two of them communicated the private pain of their separate burdens.

“You know, some of the site staff are going out for Christmas drinks tonight,” Levi offered, holding Moppel’s rein aloft whilst the creature pawed at the ice, “...come with us.”

Hange returned his invitation with a forced smile.

“That’s okay. I’m not really in the mood to celebrate. Christmas… it’s not my season, you know?” 

Hange raised their hand in parting then, thinking better of it, let their arm drop by their side. They did not look at the donkey as they turned around. 

“Come on…” Levi coaxed as he slowly led Moppel away.

…

Hands stowed within the pockets of their black parka jacket, Hange passed through a plain-walled hallway. Apartment doors were adorned with huge, satin ribbons and embellished wreaths. Some bore doormats with festive slogans; Deck the Walls! and Silent Night, Holy Night. All is Calm, No Titans in Sight.

Levi’s message had been more of an insistence than a casual invitation. And, if Hange was honest with themself, they had been only too relieved to leave the quiet confines of their own rooms. No decorations marked their front door. No Christmas tree stood in their sitting room. There was no bunting trailing Hange’s bookshelves; no lights brightened their apartment windows. A pile of unopened cards cluttered their desk. To Hange, Christmas was simply another day on the calendar.

Stopping before a silver wreath, Hange rapped their knuckles smartly. The door opened by a fraction, revealing Levi’s tight-lipped smile. As he backed into his narrow hallway, Hange recognised the meagre light spilling from his small kitchen and the dark shape of a Christmas tree in the lounge beyond. Its silver baubles trembled. Hange took another step, astounded to find that the rest of Levi’s sitting room was filled with donkey. There stood Moppel, sedately chewing one of the lower branches of Levi’s tree.

Hange’s mouth fell open. 

“You saved him!”

With a short cry they flung themself upon the creature’s soft neck, pressing their face into his grey fur. Hange breathed in his animal scent; earth and straw and cold air. They ran their fingers over his long nose, cradling his head lovingly against their own. 

Levi watched the reunion with folded arms, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Guess you were right, Hange. He is a smart ass.” A husky little laugh escaped him. “Turns out there’s plenty we still have to learn about donkeys.”

He lowered his arms.

“Besides, that mobile petting zoo is suspicious as fuck. I borrowed the school minibus to take Moppel back and… let’s just say my eyes were opened. Animals crammed inside tiny cages… The yard was filthy…”

“Huh…” Hange reflected, “so, is that why…?”

They straightened, stood, to look at the reindeer who was bucking its head up and down slowly, snorting. A beard of white fur lined his chin and front; his antlers rose in beautiful, sculpted arcs.

“That’s Elgelhein,” Levi told them. “...he looked cold.”

Hange’s laughter warmed the air. “Wow, Levi! Looks like you’ve got your own zoo now!”

“Yeah, yeah.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a wry smile. “They aren’t permanent housemates. You see, I thought we could go check out your friend’s wildlife sanctuary tomorrow…”

The breath was knocked from him as Hange threw their arms around Levi’s neck. He uttered a hoarse gasp as he felt the press of their lips against his flushed skin. 

“You’re one stubborn ass yourself!”

Levi was about to retort when Hange’s breath curled in his ear.

“...but you’re the one who always understands me.” They kissed his neck again. “The only one. Thank you, Levi.”

His hand lay entangled in their hair as he pulled them closer, savouring the feeling of their body in his arms.

“Merry Christmas, Hange…”

[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

[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

[prvt-tucker]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your three best and/or favorite fanarts/fanfics/moodboards/whatever that you've made, then pass on to others. No self-deprecation allowed! Let's get this self-love going ON!

Aww I love this!

I’m going to choose one Viktor x reader, one Levihan, and one Jinxtor

Viktor x reader: definitely For A Sweet New Year (linked on my master list; I’m on mobile rn) it’s a NSFW oneshot that I had so much fun writing and a little nod to Rosh Hashanah

Levihan: A Woman of Valor (I Gave my Heart To):

This one is again, deeply Jewish, a Fiddler on the Roof style arranged marriage set in a Polish Jewish shtetl in 1911. Still in progress; close to my heart

Jinx and Viktor: definitely my Rehab AU series

This is a modern AU where the age gap between Jinx and Viktor is quite minimal (as I prefer; I ship the Jinxtor ship because I like the potential dynamic between the two but I don’t rlly enjoy age gap relationships so I change their ages a lot) and it centers around Jinx and Viktor meeting in drug rehab and their recovery and developing relationship. Some smut and obvious mentioned drug use.

[storiesofaot]

Fanfic Writer Interview 📝

Thank you so much for the tag, @quillsandblades - I am still a little stunned that people see me as a writer hehe 🫶🏼 So let's get started! ✨️

How Many Works Do You Have On AO3?

5 little babies hehe 😁 We'll see what additions 2025 will bring!

What's your total AO3 word count?

40 780 - I've always gone through fairly short phases of writing a few little fics for a fandom, but they've almost only ever been very short oneshots. Levihan has a special grip on me haha, so I am very happy about that number! 😁

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes.

...which are my only 5 stories hehe (even though one of them technically can't be called a story yet, because the only thing I uploaded is the preface lol xD)

5. The Greatest Gift Is Love - A Levihan Advent Calendar: The Christmas college AU which until now only features the preface I mentioned above 😂 The "real" story will start soon, with one chapter per day from December 1 - 25. It follows Hange's and Levi's friendship over the course of one year, with lots of wintery/Christmassy content especially in the second half! 🎄

4. A Thousand Times Nothing Happened: I had a blast writing this because it was such an out of the blue decision xD A TV show brought a well known German song to my attention, and suddenly the lyrics sounded Levihan coded to me and it all went from there. It's a modern AU songfic which switches between Levi and Hange meeting when they are 4 years old, and growing up together, and the present time where, at 28 years, they suddenly and very unexpectedly cross the line of friendship 🤭 I think this is my personal favourite; I'm very, very happy about how this turned out hehe.

3. The Levihan Mosaic (Tumblr Drabbles & Prompts): The title is very self-explanatory haha, that's where I upload everything I originally post on Tumblr. Which reminds me that I still need to transfer one story... oops? 🙊

2. In The Heart Of Marley: I originally wanted to keep this a one-chapter fic, but then Hange's birthday came up and I though - why not have her spend her birthday in Marley? Chapter one features Levihan taking a walk in the gardens of the Azumabuto mansion, with Hange worrying about the relationship between Eldians and Marleyans, and Levi offering support (and tying Hange's tie 😁). Chapter two is baiscally a Levihan slumber party haha, with lots of board games, food and definitely more lighthearted than the first chapter.

1. On A Night Like This: The very first fic I wrote for the AOT fandom, and it is another songfic. It is set right after the ending of Season 3, when the Scouts take their trip to the beach for the first time. At night, Hange leaves to take a walk on the beach, and of course, worried Levi follows her. It's mostly fluff with Hange causing Levi distress by making him do (little) things he doesn't want to do 😂 (Because, of course, Levi hates the beach!)

That was so much fun, and thanks to everyone who's reading, leaving kudos and commenting 🥺 No pressure tagging @starshower1215 @satsuki92 @sunflowersunite @youre-ackermine 💫

Have a wonderful day/night everyone! 💕

[fanmoose12]

Hi fanmoose I hope you're having a nice day today! Im a huge levihan fan and I love to read different levihan AUs, so I was wondering if you know any Levihan carnival/circus AUs you can recommend or you have written? My favorite au are the carnival ones (kind of like The Greatest Showman) but I haven't seen any levihan fanfics or oneshots with this theme and I think it would be so cool and I was wondering if you've readed one you could recommend!

i know of this one written by the spectacular @dontatmethanks!!

i haven't personally read it (it's in my to-read list tho) but i'm sure it's great!

[ao3feed-eremin]

Attack on Titan one shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/k9zPC0H

by Erwins_missing_arm

This is just a book of attack on titan one shots. It does include smut and kinks that everyone may not be interested in, so I will warn you about that. Just trying something different, hope everyone enjoys.

Words: 10, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott, Hange Zoë

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein/Eren Yeager, Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Armin Arlert/Jean Kirstein, Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: ereri, eruri - Freeform, levihan - Freeform, erejean - Freeform, Jearmin - Freeform, jeanmarco, Eremin - Freeform, Eremika - Freeform, oneshots, Kinky, Smut, Submissive Levi Ackerman, Top Eren Yeager

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/k9zPC0H

[aixeko]

❣ " Your Strength Won't Die With You. The Torch Will Be Carried On… By Me. " ❣

| Starring | Scout!Arlecchino x Scout!Reader

| Setting | AOT Alternative Universe 

| Scenario | [ SHORT FIC ] ANGST! Hurt no comfort.  Pronouns are not used. Mention of Clervie. 

► RADIO CHANNEL [ Author note ]

× Since I haven’t posted in a while might as well. Maybe once I’m done with work then I will probably turn this into a oneshot.  × I imagine Arlecchino as Levi Ackerman and the reader as Hange Zoë, like it’s so right to me. Levihan, my beloved doomed couple.  × Please bare with the quality, I'm writing this half awake at midnight 😭😭

[ Word count: 2009 ] | Art credit: Anko on Twitter

The sun hung high in the azure sky, no longer obscured by the thick roiling clouds, casting the world in its muted, almost sickly warmth. The haze once clouding the environment now reveals the onslaught accursed by humanity's exterminator, known as the Titan. Your comrades, individuals with a name, a family, and a lifetime of histories, are now nothing more than indistinguishable pieces, the Titan's mnemonic of their victorious reign over humanity.

You stand tall in front of a headless comrade, your expression unreadable, yet the heart telltale a great difference. You have been doing this for years; yes, you have seen your ally die in dedication to their heart to push forth humankind for a chance at advancement, but the experience does not account for the hardship the mortal heart has to endure.

You crouch down and wrap their head in a blanket, preserving all that remains to honor their life with a proper burial. One of the scouts came to retrieve the corpse from you, a solemn expression displayed on his face, exactly mirroring the rest of the regiment.

In the corner of your perception, you observe a hint of pink. Your eyes soften ever so slightly at the familiar identification of the fallen scout. So that's why that Titan is beaten hollow. You thought, your gaze turning to the carcass of bones and to the slaughterer of said carcass.

Arlecchino? The first time her name rolled off your tongue, it was with an inquiry rather than a declaration. It was an unfamiliar hesitation as if in fear of mispronunciation, leaving an unwanted first impression.

She was a new addition to the scout regiment, someone from the lowest part of the three divine walls separating humanity from its destructor, the underground. Arlecchino had come with another, a pink-haired girl by the name of Clervie. The duo had ill intentions to assassinate the scout regiment commander in exchange for gaining citizenship in the wall farthest from Titan territory and the most extravagant of the three.

In turn, the outcome of the attempted extermination led to this: Clervie's unfortunate death and an outraged, newly reawakened Arlecchino. It was pitiful, really, to harbor such confidence in one's own ability with such lackluster experience in Titan territory; their fate was always bound to end in tragedy.

You perform the same repetitive, heartfelt action you've carried out on hundreds and thousands of fallen soldiers. A blanket wrapped around their cadaver, a funeral to release their soul, and a flame carried on by the living.

You give the body to a scout, and with Clervie's cloak in hand, you make your way to the living corpse that is Arlecchino.

"Welcome to the life of the Survey Corps."

At the feeling of the cloak dropping onto her lap and the reverberation emitted from your voice, Arlecchino's head slowly tilted up to gaze at you. The intensity of those unique crimson-marked eyes is fuming with seemingly all of humanity's rage, and you can't help but admit the overwhelming predatory and prey-like dynamic in the air.

"The loss of the one dearest to you is the tragic reality as humankind hopes. The scout regiment has long lived with losses since the founding of its creation, but does that result ever dwindle the flame? No, it doesn't."

Your hand lifts from its position and outstretches in a proposition for her acceptance.

"Losing is all we ever know, and those who brave through it are the ones to continue igniting the flame of the passing and the living. Become the strongest," the corner of your lip curves upward in a smile, "and lead your comrade to a victorious battle; that's what they lived and died for; that is what she would have wanted for you."

Arlecchino The second time her name left your lips, your tongue rolled with expectation for the capabilities the woman held in those limbs of hers and for the beginning of a profound bond between soldiers.

A lifetime seemed to fly by before there was some sort of reaction or action. Arlecchino wraps Clervie's cloak around herself and goes onto her feet without accepting your hand.

"Fine. I will follow you," she says, standing beside you, her once-lowered head now raised to the sky. "Foolish, suicidal bastards."

Like second nature, your posture straightens, a widening smile stretching all over as you clench your right fist and strike your chest just above your heart with firmness.

"Dedicate your heart."

Arlecchino made a sound of disapproval, a clear indication that she did not resonate with the Survey Corps salute. She moves from her position and makes her way to her horse. You shake your head with the smile still on your face; soon enough, you follow suit onto your own horse, making your way back to the safety of the divine walls' protection.

Days, months, and then years passed by since that day; you both aged together in the weak and strength, the mature and the experiences. Death scythes had struck many times at the both of you and each time survival was granted, an invisible thread seemed to tighten around the two of you, especially in the most vital and fragile part of the human body, the heart itself. If it ever dared to break, then the consequence of its utter annihilation would be so great that death would be a gentler fate.

It was meant to be another mission, a normal and non-risky one; nothing should have gone wrong according to the commander's calculations.

You're mounted on your horse alongside your fellow soldiers, and beside you is your partner, Arlecchino, the strength to your weakness and vice versa. You wave to the awing citizens, awaiting the gate of the wall to open so your expedition to survey outside can begin.

"You see that, sister? The crest on their cloak—those are the wings of freedom! It shows that they are our saviors; I want to be like them when I grow up!"

Your gaze softens upon overhearing the conversation between a young boy and his sister. Oh, how pure and innocent a child's mind is; if only they knew the nightmare that each member of the scout regiment has to endure every expedition.

The gate lifted up, and every soldier turned their attention to it, and simultaneously, every horse began building momentum to charge out.

"Isn't that Captain Arlecchino? They say she's worth more than hundreds of soldiers; if only there were more of her, then our taxes wouldn't be wasted on dead corpses."

Your eyes furrow at the backhanded compliment as you pass by the gossiping citizens. You shake your head in disapproval, and it seems Arlecchino has heard it too; sharing the same displeasure, she mutters a distasteful comment about their words. You turn your head to her, a knowing smile stretched upon you; in turn, she gives you her usual nearly unreadable expression; at least to everyone else, it's unreadable.

"You achieved what you sought; are you not satisfied with the compliment?"

The gate fully opened, and the commander's voice boomed in announcement of the beginning of the Survey Corps expedition outside the wall. Soldiers roared, and horses soared in determination.

"You're one to talk."

Arlecchino sprints past you, making you let out a laugh as you follow behind her. The outside wind blows against your hair, and your eyes are set forward, shining with hope and perseverance.

It was meant to be a normal and safe mission, so why did this happen?

ARLECCHINO The third time her name slipped past your lips, it was an involuntary one, sparked out of fear and anxiety for your closest ally's life—feelings that you hadn't truly felt in a long time.

With your two blades in hand, you strike the nape of the Titan looming over Arlecchino. A hint of relief flashes, and I'm grateful you weren't too late. You retrieve your omni-directional mobility gear [ ODM ] and land beside the injured Arlecchino.

"What happened? Can you move? Is it your arms, your head, or your legs?" Questions spur out at an inhumanly rapid pace, faster than you have ever talked. You were scared; you were so scared.

Arlecchino placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"My legs, but it will be fine. A horde of Titans came my way; other groups came to help me and tried to fend them off, but unfortunately couldn't. What about your group? Where are they?"

You were going to answer her with the same regrettable answer; your entire group had also been completely wiped out, but your words would forever be left in the void because the next thing you knew, Arlecchino shoved you away.

A sound of pain is produced from your mouth as your body makes contact with a tree. Your hand clutched your chest as you tilted your head upward from the ground. You're left gaping as a 15-meter titan has its foul mouth clutch around Arlecchino's hand. Without thinking, a sudden phenomenal rush of adrenaline submerged you against all logic; you used the last ounce of strength left in you and charged with your broken ODM straight at the titan's nape. Due to the malfunction, your ODM wasn't fast enough, and because of this nonstrategic decision, you served yourself on a silver platter to the beastly abomination.

"Idiot," Arlecchino grumbled under her breath.

With only a single available hand, she manages to strike the Titan's nape, releasing you from its grip. Arlecchino crumbles to the ground as her bleeding intensifies at a substantial rate. Sweat and blood bead on your face; you push yourself and slowly drag your battered body to Arlecchino. You wrap a hand around her in a protective manner; the very moment your eyes set on hers, tears stream down your face. With great speed, you scan for the purple signal flare, a smoke indicating an emergency of some kind.

"Stay alive for me—okay...? Help will be here soon, please- I.."

Before you could say anything more, Arlecchino fired the purple smoke signal for you.

"Take my gear; yours is damaged. You can still save yourself."

"What-?"

"You know better than anyone else that my injuries are too grave. By the time we reach the wall for help, I won't be alive."

Your eyes meet hers; no longer does it share the same characteristics as the one you saw all those years ago. No longer were they fuming with rage equivalent to humanity, but rather a reflection of tranquility and delicacy as that of a hare.

"Don't do this to me... please Arle-"

She brought a hand to silence you. Her gaze softened, and following along, there was a small smile.

"My real name is Peruere," she uttered in a hushed tone.

A wider smile spread across her parched lips. With her fist clenched, she struck your chest, exactly where your heart is located.

"Dedicate your heart."

With a final, whispered breath of your name, the weight of her eyelids, burdened with exhaustion, at last forced her eyes shut. The realization finally dawned on you at her modified version of the Survey Corps' salute.

Peruere. The last time her name escaped your lips, it was a cry of anguish and betrayal soaring through the dimming sky. The grief gnaws at your fragile heart from the crushing fact that you failed to protect and save one of the only people who ever genuinely mattered to you. The sting of betrayal scorches your soul because she will never get to experience the entirety of your life while you get to live through every moment of hers. Soon enough, the memory of her eyes, her features, the memories, everything, will be lost to the world, haunting you forever, a thorn in your side at the price of freedom that came with the loss of your love.

And in the end, the only solace you have is the weight of her absence, one that echoes louder than words ever could. All that is left is emptiness, a void that can never be filled by anyone else.

► RADIO CHANNEL [ Author note ] × Originally, I didn't intend to kill Arle but rather the reader. It just came to suddenly and since I couldn't decide I spun the wheel lmfao.