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phantommaws · 4 months
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LeviHan Fic Fact #2
When Levi and Hange get married, it is an incredibly intimate affair in a very beautiful setting. I’m talking in a meadow with fairy lights and candles on every table with their first dance as a married couple taking place bathed in the light of a sky filled with stars. The vows are so deeply personal and loving, a testament to how they have dedicated the rest of their lives and their hearts to each other.
I’ll have art of it drawn soon because LeviHan wedding my absolute beloved.
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phantommaws · 4 months
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Chapter Preview - Levi's Nightmare
This chapter is going to be a LONG one and so I'm going to be doing a small handful of previews for it. I'm at 3500 words and have a lot more planned. For now, here is a new preview to tide you over :)
Levi’s hand flew to his chest as he sat up in bed, trying his hardest to slow his breathing. His entire body was soaked with a cold sweat, and he could feel himself trembling as he tried to process the dream he had just awoke from. The morning sun was only just beginning to crest on the horizon, painting the sky with many beautiful hues of pinks and red.
“H-Hange…?”
Levi rubbed his eyes as he turned to look to the side, a sinking feeling setting in when he found the side of the bed empty and neatly made; their glasses and eyepatch were nowhere to be seen.
“Hange?”
He pushed himself out of the bed, stumbling slightly as he put weight on his injured leg. It ached as he tried to make his way to the stairs, but all he could think about in his half-awake state was finding his love. He began to make his way down the steps, ignoring the nagging pains in his injured knee as he tried to move at speed.
“Han-!” Levi began, only to cut himself off with a cry of shock as he proceeded to lose his balance, tumbling forward down the few remaining steps in front of him before landing in an undignified heap at the bottom of the staircase.
“Shit! Levi!”
Levi looked up as he struggled to get to his feet, seeing Hange running towards him and dropping to their knees in front of him. They had a frantic expression on their face as they checked him over, and yet Levi couldn’t bring himself to look up at them lest he break down entirely.
“Levi, are you okay? Nothing hurts, does it? Should I call for the doctor?” Hange asked, words tumbling over each other as they placed their hands either side of his face. Such concern in their expression, he thought, noticing just how scared yet tired they looked.
“I’m fine, Hange…” Levi grumbled, grimacing slightly as he pushed himself to his feet, “I just…I just had a nightmare, you know?”
His words did nothing to placate them, he knew that much from the expression on their face.
“Nightmares don’t usually bring someone tumbling down the stairs screaming the name of their partner in terror, Levi.” Hange commented as she aided him in walking towards the sofa, “What happened? I’ve never seen you so frightened.”
“It…It wasn’t very pleasant.”
“Levi, I’m sure nothing could surprise me given the nightmare I had myself. Please, tell me. I want to know how to make you feel better.”
They took his hands in theirs, and Levi couldn’t help noticing the chill in their fingers and palms. Just how long had Hange been down here? Glancing past them, he noticed an almost-empty cup of what he assumed to be tea, along with the book he knew they read at night and during downtime.
“How long have you been down here for?”
Hange raised an eyebrow accusingly – Levi was avoiding the conversation. Had his dream…no, nightmare, really been that bad?
“Long enough. Now stop avoiding my question, okay? What was that nightmare about?”
Taking a deep breath, Levi prepared to unload the source of his mental anguish onto his partner as he took a sip of the cup of tea that Hange had just handed to him and…
One brown and one white eye staring into his soul and never to see anything again, yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away. He’d had to roll them from their front onto their back, even though he knew who the body was upon seeing her laying on the sand.
Their body was covered in severe burns which he swore went down to bone in some places, and yet their face. Somehow it had been left untouched by the flames, their beauty still evident despite the paleness that death brought to their skin.
Their clothing had burned off during the intense battle, and yet the cloak had stayed relatively intact for which he was grateful as he wrapped his beloved in the green fabric. The dead weight of Hange’s body took him by surprise as he carefully lifted them from where they lay on the sand, being careful to make sure that their face was covered so that they would at least retain some of what little dignity they had in the moment.
“Goodnight, Hange…” he whispered with a weak, trembling voice, “Rest well, my love, until we meet again…”
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