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LeviHan Highschool AU

Requested from @appleblondie0397

Is it bad that I initially imagined Levi as a hot senior boy and Hanji as one of those lil freshman girls that he has a huge thing for? I’ve been seeing memes floating around about that lately.

They aren’t in this story tho I swear

I’m very excited about this prompt, thank u so much. This ended up being a lengthy monster because I got super into it so I kinda cut the ending a little short.

Levihan Highschool AU Title: Prompted Request: Levihan with the context of them being in highschool and levi and hanji having a sleepover at Levi's place (doesn't have to be anything rated r or sexual) Summary: Hanji (a junior) is head over heels for the short boy (a senior) she sits behind in her literature class. Their friendship blossoms over the course of the semester, until one day he invites her over to work on an essay together. Little does she know, he has been paying close attention to her, too. Word count: 2882 Warnings: very seldom vulgar language, mentions of sexual themes (none related to levi or hanji)

“And remember, this is all due by next wednesday. Late work is unacceptable.” Mr. Pixis exaggerated as he passed out papers to the front row, having the front students cascade the worksheets down to the people behind them. Levi groaned as he slipped a sheet for himself when the pile came his way and handed the stack behind him without turning around. Hanji subconsciously took a sheet and passed on the stack. She stopped scribbling in her notebook, glanced at it, and then tapped Levi’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what did he say? I wasn’t paying attention.” Levi rolled his eyes.

“This sheet has the prompt for our next essay, it’s due this upcoming Wednesday--,” He paused for a fleeting moment after processing what she had said, then swiveled around to give Hanji a quizzical look, “now what on god’s green earth could possibly keep four-eyes from paying attention in class?” She was quick to cover the contents of her notebook from his unwelcome eyes.

“None ya.” She promptly responded. Hanji was pretty protective of her journal that she used for her advanced placement literature class. Inside she had spent a collection of hours doodling Levi’s name in little hearts within the page margins. Levi had tried to peek at it before, but to no avail. Hanji would always snatch it from his view and say ‘none ya’ as in ‘none ya business’.

Their literature class was small, with maybe a little less than twenty people in it. Their mutual best friend, Erwin, sat in the farthest front corner. There was no seating chart on the first day of school but it was created as soon as everyone picked a seat. Erwin showed up late for class on the first day of school. Hanji, on the other hand, strategically showed up to class as early as she could, then proceeded to drum up mindless conversation with the teacher until a specific person showed up for class. When Levi finally crossed the classroom’s threshold right before class started, Hanji prayed to the gods that he wouldn’t pick a spot where she couldn’t sit next to him. She abruptly ended her conversation with Mr. Pixis just to see Levi had picked an obscure spot completely shrouded by other classmates. However, she was fortunate enough to snag a spot directly behind him. It wasn’t ideal. She was typically the type of student to sit front and center to help her pay attention and perform better in class. But she had been eyeing Levi in the hallways all of last semester. When she found out they finally had a class together -- a literature class, of all things-- she was beyond thrilled.

Yes, Levi was short. But he was still entirely masculine. He fashioned a more casual-gothic look. Hanji couldn’t tell if it was unintentional or not, because naturally, his hair was darker colored and he was always a bit more pale with heavy eye bags. Though he did seem to have a preference for the color black. He often wore black skinny jeans and boots, but when he wasn’t wearing a casual t-shirt he would sometimes pose in a nice button up or polo. Whenever Levi wore his jean jacket, Hanji would melt. But despite her admiration towards the quiet boy in black, she had a deep sinking feeling that she wasn’t his type. It seemed unorthodox for an ambitious, overly intelligent, and reckless girl who followed her impulses to be his type. Not to forget, she was entirely loud and obnoxious. He seemed to like quiet and logical girls who kept to themselves.

They were coming up to the end of the second semester for summertime. Levi and Hanji’s friendship grew exponentially when they first met in Mr. Pixis’ notorious class of literature, all with Hanji’s efforts of initiating conversation with him. This was one of their final essays before their upcoming final.

“Alright. Well, Miss. ‘None ya’, I’m getting some food with Erwin after class and then going home to start this essay. Would you like to come over to my place to work together?”

Hanji felt her heart skip a beat.

“Would Erwin be there?” Surely this was too good to be true.

“Nah. He told Marie that he would hangout with her tonight to catch up on homework. We both know what they’re actually gonna do, though.” It wasn’t. Hanji tried to act casual.

“I mean like, yeah, I’d be down to come over.” Levi gave a small nod with his head. The bell then suddenly blared, signaling the end of the school day. Levi stood and neatly tucked the sheet in between some folders in his backpack.

“Cool. You have my number, I’ll text you the address and you can come over around 9 or so.” Hanji glanced up at him.

“9? Doesn’t that seem a little late?”

“Yeah, my bad. I have a lot of errands to run after getting food with Erwin so I’m not free until then. Is that okay?” It wasn’t okay. Hanji prefered to go to bed at 10 pm sharp so she could wake up at 6 am and get a full eight hours of sleep.

“Yeah, that’s fine!” It didn’t matter. She had never been over to his house before. Looking back on it, she didn’t recall anyone ever going to his place before. Not even Erwin. She could afford to lose one night of a full eight hours.

***

Hanji parked in front of a busted apartment on the outskirts of downtown. She noticed how Levi lived an astonishing distance away from school. She checked her text again to reread the address, then scanned the address plate etched into the brick. She was definitely at the right place. She tried the front door of the apartment-- which are traditionally supposed to be locked at all times for residents safety-- that slid open with ease. Hanji also noted the gaping hole shattered in the glass on the side panel by the door, as if someone had kicked it.

‘Okay, third floor, apartment 304.’ She anxiously thought to herself. With each creaky step up, her heart rate only got faster. The lights flickered inconsistently over her head, buzzing as if they would burn out any second. ‘I can do this. We’re literally just doing homework. I like homework. It will be fun.’ She tried to calm herself as she ambled down the dim hallway and approached his apartment.

She stood in front of the door for several seconds before knocking. She examined the walls and floors of the hallway. The walls were white and dirty with a checkered patterned accent on the baseboard. The floor was concrete. It felt like a poorly kept, horror movie hospital.

As she raised her arm to knock, the door suddenly swung open. Levi stood there with a large trash bag slung over his shoulder.

“Oh, hey Hanji. How long were you there for?” He paused, “actually, nevermind. I need to take out the trash really quick, but feel free to let yourself in and sit on the couch. I’ll be back in a sec.” He moved passed her and trudged down the hallway. Hanji didn’t say anything, and watched him as he disappeared beneath the stairs below. When she was by herself, she turned to face the entrance to his place and with a cautious step, she entered.

It wasn’t very big at all. At first she thought it was a studio apartment, but she then noticed a narrow hallways that branched off into three rooms with closed doors. She located the couch and sat down, setting her backpack to her side. To her surprise, the apartment was spotless. The floor was a dark grey carpet that seemed permanently stained with age, but there was a rug thoughtfully placed and vacuumed in the center of the room. The sink was free of dishes, the few pictures and decorations on the walls were symmetrical and clean. Even the kitchen counters had been polished. To her surprise, there were two glasses of water on the coffee table, resting on home-made cork coasters.

‘He got me water. That’s very nice of him’. It was a basic courtesy, but she appreciated it. She gingerly picked up the glass and took a sip as she examined more of the apartment. The walls were a dark green with wooden shelves that hung up and displayed odd ornaments, such as old weapons and antiques. As she continued to observe the base of the apartment, her eyes landed on a picture that was not like the rest. It was a portrait. A smaller portrait of a woman with raven hair and grey eyes. Despite looking tired, she was smiling. She seemed very happy, and she was incredibly beautiful. She also had a striking resemblance to Levi.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Levi came back into the room unannounced.

“Sorry about that. My uncle didn’t take out the trash like he said he would. He’s a bum.” Hanji chuckled.

“No it’s totally cool. I was just chillin’ here. Thank you for the water.” She remarked. He replied with a solemn ‘mhmm’ then found a spot next to her on the polyester couch. With how close they were sitting together, Hanji nearly died. He pulled out a cheap laptop from his backpack and proceeded to log on as he simultaneously checked the sheet with the prompt.

“Okay, so the prompt is ‘Life is full of opinions and people differing from you. Everyone has and will encounter times when someone they meet has a different perspective from them. What are the most effective ways to communicate ideas? What do you do when those ideas aren’t relayed properly, then argumentation breaks out? When was there a time you met someone completely different from yourself? How did it turn out?’” He began to read, but Hanji had zoned out as he was speaking, staring intently at the portrait of the mystery woman.

“Who’s that?” Hanji blurted out and pointed at the frame. Levi glanced up at her.

“Who’s what?”

“That. That woman on the wall.” He followed her finger to the portrait.

“Oh. That’s my mom. My uncle happened to have an old photo of her, we don’t have many of them.” It made sense. He was a spitting image of her.

“She’s very beautiful. Will I ever get to meet her?” Levi responded bluntly.

“She’s dead.” Hanji felt the blood leave her face, making her grow pale.

“Oh my god, Levi I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to--”

“Don’t be,” he started, “she’s been dead for a long time. I think I was like, what, four years old? I don’t remember. Either way, I’ve healed from it now,” Hanji frowned. Even if what he said could be true, there is permanent damage when missing an important figure in your life. And it’s affecting him whether he knew it or not, “Anyway, we should continue. It’s getting late.

***

The antique clock on the wall read 12:04 pm. They had spent at least a full hour writing, but the last two hours were spent vicariously sharing stories and talking about unrelated things to the prompt. Hanji was learning a plethora of new things about Levi, and she couldn’t be more satisfied. She felt sadness swell in her heart when she peered at the clock. Her eyes were growing heavy, and she knew she couldn’t write anymore for the night. Nothing when she was tired was as quality as she would like. Levi was continuing a story.

“But yeah, my uncle can be an asshole sometimes. There was this one time when he stole my computer to watch porn on some sketch website and he infected it with 12 different viruses. It also wasn’t cool because he didn’t tell me he used it for porn, so when I opened my computer at school--”

“Hey Levi? I’m sorry to interrupt, but I really think I should go home, it’s really late and I’m incredibly tired.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” He glanced at the window to see rain pouring down outside. They didn’t notice it started to storm while they were writing.

Hanji packed her things slowly to relish her final moments in his apartment. She wasn’t too sure if she’d ever be here again. When she finished, she approached the door. Levi saw her out.

“Thanks for coming over, I think we got a lot done.” He thanked her as she stood at the door.

“Yeah, I think so too. Thanks for having me.”

***

Hanji dashed to her car parked on the side of the road to avoid getting wet.

‘I knew I shoulda got my keys out before going outside’ She scolded herself mentally as she desperately fished in her pocket to find her car keys, only to notice they weren’t there. She gave up trying to do everything with haste, being that she was already soaking wet. She knelt down to rummage through her backpack, but they didn’t seem to be there, either.

‘Maybe I left them in his apartment?’ She started to question herself as she peered inside her car window. She sighed in disbelief. She had locked her car keys inside of her car. The keys mocked her as they sat in perfect view on the passenger seat. Hanji, not really knowing what to do, took a slow walk of shame back inside the apartment to tell Levi. She trudged up the stairs and to room 304. She knocked quietly. Levi opened the door pretty quick with a confused look apparent in the bend of his brow as he observed her standing there, completely drenched.

“Is something wrong Hanji? Did you leave your keys here or something?” Hanji sighed.

“I wish. I locked them in my car…” She took a beat to think about what to say next. She didn’t think about what to ask him while she was walking up the stairs, “could you maybe drive me home?” Levi shook his head.

“That would be dumb. It’s pretty late and I know you get up in like 5 hours. Why don’t you just spend the night?”

Hanji had to take a second to process what he had said. Then another second.

“Your uncle wouldn’t mind?”

“Kenny isn’t home. He won’t be until tomorrow.” Hanji toyed with the idea in her head. She absolutely wanted to, more than anything. She didn’t even bother with the pros and cons, she just went with her impulsive gut.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

***

“Here, you can sleep in my bed. I’m familiar with the couch we have, anyway,” He guided Hanji through the hallway into the door on the right, “the bathroom is across the hall. The closed door at the end is Kenny’s room, don’t go in there,” He continued to instruct, “If you need anything let me know.” He handed her a small stack of dry clothes. Hanji set her bag down on the floor. His room was like the rest of the place -- spotless, but a little worn with time.

“I feel bad that you’re sleeping on the couch.” Hanji started.

“Don’t,” he paused for a moment. They shared the silence for a beat, “but keep in mind, I don't have to use the couch.” Hanji didn’t physically react to his proposal, but felt like her stomach was knotting itself.

“You mean like, sharing the bed?” Levi scoffed.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute, four-eyes. Yes, we can in fact share the bed. There are no physical limitations to us sharing a twin sized bed--”

“Oh, shut up. I know there aren’t any physical barriers, but it just feels, I don’t know, intimate.” Hanji felt her face going pale. She was making a fool out of herself. Levi crossed his arms, with the faintest shit-eating grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Oh, darn. Now what ever will we do? We don’t have to, of course. It’s just a suggestion.” He reminded her. Hanji didn’t want to give herself time to think about it, knowing she would over analyze the situation. It was just a night of sleep.

***

Underneath the sheets, Hanji curled up into a ball. Levi was on the other side of her, their backs touching each other as they were facing away from each other on the tight bed.

“Thank you for the dry clothes.” She said as they lay in the darkness in silence for a little while. She was sporting a pair of his old grey sweat shorts and a baggy band t shirt.

“Yeah, I didn’t want you getting my bed all wet.” She was aware. But despite being in dry clothes and wrapped in sheets, she was shivering cold. Levi could feel her body tremble next to his.

Without a word, Levi rolled over so he was facing her back, and slowly snaked one arm over her waist and another underneath her pillow to wrap himself onto her. Hanji completely froze at the abrupt feeling of warmth pressing onto her back and legs. Levi noticed her quivers completely cease.

“Are you okay with this?” Hanji noted how he noticed she was cold. She didn’t smile, but instead felt her arm search for his, lacing her fingers with his warm hand. She was entirely grateful.

“Yes. Definitely.”

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fizzpixie · 5 years

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Yo, I’m new here. So, maybe modern AU(or not) for Mike with his gf who wants to get a snake or something, like not so your everyday normal pet. I swear this man deserves more love, he was amazing. Ty in advance 💕💕💕

Yes hello!! Thank you so much for the request :) also you are ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. Mike Zacharias needs more love than he gets. The man wasn’t humanity’s second strongest just to be overlooked

Mike Zacharias x Reader Modern AUTitle: Headboobs (it’s a snake thing. I couldn’t think of a clever title for the life of me) Word count: 883

“I’ll take an old fashioned, please,” Mike took a small sip of his water as he ordered his drink, “no ice.”

“Mhmm.” The woman sighed. The waitress was older, plumper, and gave off the impression that she had little patience. You were supposed to give her your order but you were scrolling through your phone absentmindedly looking up different pictures of exotic house pets. The lady stared at you for a second expecting you to look up eventually. When you did not, she responded with a negative tone, “Ma’am, do you want anything to drink?”

You glanced up at her, “No, water will be fine, thank you.” Mike gave you a sideways glance.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink? I’m buying. You usually get drinks when we go out.” You shook your head with your eyes still attached to the screen.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just not feeling it tonight. Thank you though, babe.” With your response, the waitress promptly tucked the pen behind her ear, brushing back a few grey strands of hair, then left.

You both had just gotten off of work. It had been a gruelingly hot, long, and busy day of errands, tasks, new-job searching, and responsibilities right up the wazoo. As a reward you both took a trip to your favorite local bar. It was pretty worn with creaky floorboards, chipping paint that exposed earnest brick, and dying warm lights that desperately needed replacing. The whole bar had a dim glow, with lines of wall booths that rounded out for larger groups of people. You and Mike always sat in the same spot.You leaned your head on your hand as you blankly starred at your phone screen. Mike watched you for a brief moment to see if you’d say anything to him. It was peculiar of you to ignore him.

“Hey baby, is everything okay? You seem a little out of it. What are you looking up?” You turned your head on your hand like a ball on a swivel, just barely enough to make eye contact with him.

“Mike, can we get a pet snake?” You asked him bluntly. Mike’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t really react with much shock, but more distaste.

“...Why?”

“Well, I’ve been looking up cool pets to have and I feel like a snake really just, I don’t know, fits us, you know? We definitely aren’t cat people. Dogs are sooo high maintenance, and fish? The most boring pet on the planet,” You began your ramble. Mike leaned back in the booth and sighed, knowing it would be a while before you finished, “I mean all due respect to those pets and the people who prefer them, but I want something that when my friends hear about it they think ‘wow what the fuck, that’s actually kinda cool’. And there’s just SO MANY different kinds of snakes in the world, just look at---”

“Baby, hold on. Have you considered the, um, disadvantages, for lack of a better term, of having a pet snake? I mean can you just imagine the smell.” Mike stopped there, his large nose scrunching up in disgust at the idea. He shook his head.

“But Mike--” The waitress returned before you could rebuttal, gently setting down the small and wide glass of honey colored liquid on a coaster in front of Mike. “Are you two ready to order?”

“Can we have another minute, please?” Mike asked politely. The waitress left without a word, and Mike took a large gulp of his whiskey.

“But Mike,” you continued, “just look how many cute breeds of snakes there are,” you scooted over on the round booth until you were skin to skin with Mike. You offered your phone close to his face, browsing through the list together, “There are corn snakes, gopher snakes, rosy boas, california kingsnakes...” You trailed off. Although Mike wasn’t completely onboard with your idea, he still paid complete attention to you. It’s one of the many things you loved about him. You gasped.

“Mike, we could get a ball python. just look how cute they are. They have the cutest little headboobs--”

“(y/n), how badly do you want a snake?” He interrupted.

“I mean like, pretty bad.”

“Do you promise to take care of it?”

“Yes.” You looked at him intently. He paused for a second, gazing down at his drink and swirling the remains of it in the glass. He looked up.

“Do you promise to keep this snake as clean as if Levi owned it?”

You let out a heavy sigh of annoyance.

“...Yes.” Mike let out a deep chuckled, taking another large gulp of his old fashioned before wiping the remains on his thick mustache with the back of his hand. You admired him as he did.

“Fine, we can get a snake. We’ll go into the pet store tomorrow to find ourselves the most burly, fat ball python we can find. Under one condition,” he took a beat for dramatic affect, “I get to name it.” You gave out the tiniest gasp of joy and hugged his large arm.

“Okay, fine. What’re we gonna name it?” Mike leaned his head onto yours and freed his arm from your grip to wrap it around your back and scratch the base of your head. You both held each other for a minute.

“Stinky.”

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fizzpixie · 5 years

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Random Levi Ackerman Headcanons

Farlan is the one who taught Levi literacy in their life of crime together in the underground.

Levi actually didn’t know how to read and write for a majority of his life underground. When Farlan decided that he was strong enough to recruit in his group of thugs, he also noticed that Levi had virtually no ability to understand language that wasn’t spoken. At this time Levi was in his 20′s, so Farlan took time very late at night to sit down with Levi and teach him how to write out letters, spell, and read things (can u imagine Levi sounding out words to Farlan omg)

Through these almost nightly events of one-on-one bro time, they became very close very fast. Levi also came to trust Farlan extremely quickly, because no one in his life has ever sat down and taught him how to do things (besides his mum before she died).

Because Levi learned to be literate so late in his life, he has piss-poor handwriting.

To this day, with some of his rare free time, he spends it carefully practicing his penmanship.

Also since he learned so late in his life, (there is a critical period to learning things as a child, psychologically) he has never been a fantastic speaker. His vocabulary is very seldom. He’s much more of a body language type reader and expresser. His lack of literacy made him phenomenal at reading people physically and analyzing them (in order to survive in the underground).

Levi is so short because he was so malnourished as a kid, it has nothing to do with genetics. His biological father was actually quite tall.

Levi’s hands and feet are always so fucking cold. always.

He really likes socks because his feet are ice. He sleeps with socks on (when he does sleep lol)

Speaking of sleep, it’s canon that Levi gets very little of it. I imagine that it’s a mix of medical reasons such as insomnia, but also personal reasons. He doesn’t like to sleep. He often has very horrible dreams reliving gruesome moments on expeditions or the deaths of his family and friends. He even will occasionally suffer episodes of sleep paralysis. He never tells anyone about these nightmares or episodes, though. Because of this he tries to stay awake for most of his day until he absolutely has to.

Because he hasn’t really slept much in his life, he’s adapted himself to performing well in training despite his body being deprived of something very critical to human function. His lack of sleep also contributes to him being short.

Erwin hypothesizes that if Levi got the amount of sleep that a person is supposed to get, he would be an even stronger soldier than he already is.

despite being a horrible writer, Levi likes poetry.

A lot his poetry describes his feelings as an outlet. Sometimes he describes his dreams. You could never ever find a poem if your life depended on it, though, he usually tears it up and throws it away when he’s done. Occasionally if he really likes what he wrote, he will keep it locked away.

Levi doesn’t read often, but his favorite book genre is romance. He hates horror, action, and thrillers (his life is full of that already). It takes him away from the brutality of his actual life. He also thinks it’s interesting and likes the idea of it especially because he doesn’t have that in his life and deep down he longs for it

Levi has never had a girlfriend/boyfriend

When Levi takes interest in someone, he writes poetry about them. Otherwise, he REALLY really REALLY struggles to express anything to that person. He actually avoids talking to them entirely.

You know how some people, when talking to someone they like, kind of just shut down and over think everything they say and end up saying something off putting? That’s Levi 100%. That’s why he avoids interacting with them.

Levi stares at people. A lot. If you make eye contact with him or catch him he will not look away.

Levi doesn’t really hate people. His feelings regarding others are pretty indifferent and linear, besides a few of his very close comrades.

Levi has toyed with the idea of a relationship with Erwin in his head before.

Levi is a fucking lightweight. He’s not sloppy when he’s black out drunk, though. He’s just incredibly more abusive, irritable, social, and even sleepy.

Levi hardly ever drinks. He’s been drunk twice in his life.

Levi is 38. He might as well be a senior citizen.

Nobody know’s Levi’s dick size. Not even him. He’s never measured.

Speaking of dicks, masturbating

Levi actually masturbates a decent amount (shockingly). Many would assume he doesn’t because it’s “dirty”

He does actually dislike the idea of it, and does think it’s gross, but he is THE MOST sexually frustrated character in the entire snk universe (I think that’s even canon, don’t quote me though), so as a result of being so frustrated he spends a pretty good chunk of his private time with his private time

To keep things clean, he cums in a sock

Sock dick

He masturbates for stress relief too, that poor man’s life is a fucking soap opera.

He doesn’t really think about anyone or anything specifically when jacking off, but if there’s a particular nurse or cadet who has caught his attention his mind will creep to them temporarily

When Levi first met Isabel, he had the faintest little crush on her. It was until they got closer and she started referring to him as “big bro” that he stopped liking her.

Mike and Levi used to have the most intense rivalry ever (considering Mike held the baller reputation title of humanity’s strongest soldier before short stuff came rolling around) but they’re actually very good friends now. Mike saw through Levi’s tough and morbid personality and was able to make jokes that appealed to him. Levi didn’t know that many people who could accept, enjoy, or mimic his humor so he liked that.

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