#levihan angst

[bxbu-chuu]

The tea in his cup is already cold, the book he’d been reading lays abandoned on the table and, honestly, if it were completely up to him Levi would already be doing something else by now. The thought of having to get on his wheelchair and out of the house with it is the only thing stopping him, it’s still difficult to believe that such mundane tasks can take so much energy out of him- even after all these years. He can’t help but remember how his body used to feel, how he felt every single muscle, how he could control every inch of it and do it well.

It seems that’s most of what he does lately, think about the past. He finds himself lost in some old memory at least a few times a day- sometimes they’re happy and he has to wipe the stupid smile off his face before Gabbie starts thinking he’s having a stroke, other times they’re dark and full of death, and he can’t do anything but let the grief flare up inside him once again. Either way he’s grateful for memories, he’d rather revive the pain of loss a million times than forget about any of the people he lost- forget about her. 

So he just decides to indulge, to lay back on his kitchen chair, push the start of the day back and close his eyes to allow a memory to play out in his head. He thinks about this moment very often, too much maybe, but it’s only thanks to the constant repetition that he’s able to remember every detail so vividly- almost like he’s still there.

They’re sitting in bed with nothing but silence and the cool night breeze filling the space between them. They just recovered wall Maria and stepped closer to the truth about humanity, but the weight of grief and death lays too heavy on their shoulders for any celebration. Instead of their usual side by side, they are facing each other, both of them almost too scared to let the other out of their sight. 

Levi has his back to the headboard, sitting cross legged, and Hange is in front of him hugging herself with both of her legs pressed tightly against their chest, her chin resting on top of them so she can intensely watch the man in front of her. He can tell they’re thinking something, he can recognize the look of concentration even when half of Hange’s face is covered by bandages- his chest tightens, he almost lost them today.

“Please don’t die” His thoughts are interrupted by the words, the few seconds of silence that follow them are charged with tension.

“I’m not going to die”

“I guess you’re right… Humanity’s strongest soldier and all of that huh?” He uncrosses his legs just to kick her, very lightly- they both have more than enough bruises to heal. Hange just takes it as an opportunity to move and place their head against Levi’s chest, sitting comfortably between his legs. “But really, please don’t die, okay?” 

He can’t help but laugh, as he wraps his arm around them. “I won’t die”

“Why are you laughing? It's not funny!”  She hits him on the arm, hard enough for it to hurt a little more than necessary, she’s never known how to control her strength. 

“It’s just that I was thinking the same thing.” He squeezes once more “It would be a pain in the ass if you died”

“Well, if it’s such an inconvenience for you then I’ll promise I won’t die if you promise too. And then we can both go to sleep, cause I’m exhausted”

“Deal”

“Deal, then” They place a soft, quick kiss on Levi’s jaw before untangling from him and settling in their own side of bed. “Goodnight”

He opens his eyes and the silence is overwhelming, he lets a shaky breath out and tilts his head back to stop the tears forming from falling down. He always kept his promises to others, but to keep living like this was really proving itself to be the most challenging one to date. If only he’d tried a little harder to convince Hange not to leave back then, maybe they’d be here right now. She’d push his chair around when he didn’t have the will to do it himself, they’d reach the taller shelves and tease him about it. He can almost hear her laughter, her voice telling him “You really found a way to become ever shorter”, he knows they would never walk on eggshells around him.

The idea of that easy, familiar company brings a warm feeling to his chest, and he knows he has to stop. If there’s one thing he’s learned is that getting stuck on what could’ve been is much more dangerous than memories.

#levihan #levi x hange #levi ackerman #hange zoe #she/they pronouns for hange zoe #i made myself sad #they deserve domestic moments #sad levi #levihan angst

[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.”

#I bet you're all thinking the same as me... #how could they get ice water all over the floor when those poor cleaners are working so hard? #anyway Anon... hope you liked it #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levihan #levi x hange #levihan angst #levihan oneshot #this is all very CLOY so Imma tag that too... #crash landing on you #attack on titan #snk #festive fics #my writing #thank you for the request - I was really feeling this scene as I started planning it :)

[wimbledonsoot]

Being queer is shipping eruri for the hurt, and Levihan for the comfort.

#eruri #aot eruri #levi aot #levi ackerman #levihan #aot Levihan #eruri angst #levihan angst #levihan comfort #levihan fluff #hurt/comfort

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Alice, I always love to see your writing in my dashboard, so for Drunk Drabbles, Vol. 2, I challenge you to 4: Please come back.

Have fun!

Send me a number and I'll write you a drabble - Part 2! Number 4: Please, come back Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoë Warnings: SFW. Angst. Additional tags: They/Them pronouns for Hange Zoë Wordcount: 1,1k

The chirping of the birds grew clearer as his mind drifted away from sleep, the rustling of the wind caressing the trees near the window soon joining the morning symphony. Gentle rays of sunlight streamed through the glass and lazily landed on his face, making him see orange through his eyelids.

Levi took a deep breath, bracing himself for the hell that awaited him once he opened his eyes.

But the air that filled his lungs brought in a different scent, one he recognized from his past, from the many mornings he’d woken up next to them. A musky, oily thing he couldn’t, in a million years, mistake for something else. He breathed in again, this time welcoming the aroma he loved so much. His nose nuzzled forward, searching for the messy hair that should be there, eager to feel some of the ends that always stuck out prickling at his skin. He wasn’t disappointed.

His hand fumbled the mattress before him, cautiously, as if to not dissipate the illusion that he was experiencing right now, and his heart skipped a beat when his palm was met by soft, tangible skin. He groped it, marveling at the feeling of the muscles relaxing beneath his touch, the familiar curve of their waist, and the way the sleeping body moved slightly back, trying to adjust itself closer to his, out of pure habit. 

He couldn’t afford to be cautious anymore. Not when every single inch of his body ached and screamed for Hange, every second away from them, pure torture. So he held them, tighter than ever, bringing himself forward so that he was touching them in every way possible. In a perfect world, he would merge into them, the remaining halves of the wings of freedom together forever, but for now, he would make do with having the front of his body completely touching their back, from the hair drowning his face to the calves pushing against his instep. 

For a while, he just lay there, marveling at the feeling of being able to wake up next to the person he cared about the most in the world. When so many good people, deserving of happiness, were wronged by fate, he managed to get the best ending he could hope for. How? How did he get so lucky??

But he wasn’t a lucky guy, was he? History had proven that time after time. Was it all to compensate for his happy ending? Maybe destiny worked like a scale, it could only give happiness if it gave the same measure of sadness.

Don’t think too much about it. A voice, no, an instinct in his mind warned him.

If he got his happy ending, why did this uneventful morning feel so magical to him?

DON’T think about it.

So he let it go, and focused again on the feeling of having Hange in his arms. He was more confident now, so, for the first time, he let his eyelids flutter open.

His eyes were blessed by the sight of Hange’s sleeping form. The silky pajamas moved up and down, following the tranquil rhythm of their breathing. The sun projected over the fair skin, bathing with its light all the marks and scars Levi knew by heart. He’d seen the same scene many times in the past, in the mornings after they came back from an expedition. When grief and relief coexisted in their hearts. He loved watching Hange sleeping, so quiet and peaceful as if they lived in a completely different world, without Titans, without conflicts, poverty, or segregation. The world he knew they were fighting to build. He loved and missed that sight so much. Missed? Why? 

Don’t go there.

Levi remembered how, on those mornings, he had that strange urge to speak. He was never one to talk much, always communicated better through his actions, but lying next to Hange, he struggled to keep the words inside. We don’t have time for this now. He said told himself every time. When this is all over, I’ll say it.

“Hange” Levi whispered against their ear, laying a soft kiss over the shell.

“Yeah?” They answered with a drowsy voice, hands sliding down to Levi’s, to hug him closer. 

“I love you. Let’s live together”

Hange’s body shook as they laughed lightly, and the low rhythmic sound made Levi’s soul fly free. 

“We already live together, dumbass,” they said, playfully. There was a pause, a deep breath, and then their voice came back, serious and heartfelt “I love you too.”

Stubborn tears started prickling his eyes, fighting their way out. How was it possible to feel relief and anguish at the same time? It was good to let out the words that he’d imprisoned for so long. It felt like breathing after holding his breath for too long. But this feeling soon faded in comparison to the way his heart shrunk, crushed by the weight of regret. Regret over what? 

Don’t think about it. 

Being too late?

Stop thinking about it!

Was he? Too late? 

STOP

The ship had sailed?

DON’T!

The plane took off?

*click*

The wave of sorrow that crashed over Levi was so violent he almost threw up. Disordered images of the kids bawling inside of the aircraft attacked him from all sides, like vultures biting off the pieces of his fantasy, their cries bleeding into his ears. It was hard to breathe, the air in his room suddenly thin.

Hange Zoë, 14th commander of the Survey Corps, fulfilled their duty and died a heroic death in battle. They sacrificed themselves for the survival of their comrades. They fought for peace and died to save the world. 

Each of these words cut through Levi’s heart as he mentally repeated them. It was the only way he could cope whenever he had one of these dreams. If he didn’t face reality head-on, it would just become harder and harder. These fantasies weren’t meant to last forever.

Levi liked to think of the dreams as presents from Hange. Like they came down from where they were watching him, to give him a glimpse of what life could have been, or will be, eventually. It was a nice thought, and the pain was part of the deal. The scale of destiny, you can only get happiness if… 

Maybe all miracles come with a price. Maybe Hange was paying for it too, wherever they were. The least he could do was show his gratitude.

“Kuso Megane,” Levi whispered, reluctant eyes glimpsing at the empty mattress before him “thanks for stopping by.” His breath faltered, as hesitant words left his lips “If you’re watching, please, come back.”  _________________________________________ Thank you so much @sixpennydame <3 I love seeing you on my dash as well, and I had loads of fun writing this fic (I don't usually venture into angst, so it was a nice experience ^^)

#Levihan #Levihan fanfic #levihan fanfiction #levihan angst #levi ackerman #hange zoë #ask #sixpennydame #lovely moots 💕 #aot #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #snk #tumblr games

[mello-jello]

Hi, Jello. Do you have any song that reminds you to LH? I want to make a playlist to cry (kidding…or not)

Cry to The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance

#ask jello #levihan angst

[ackercoded]

girl dinner.

#i will literally eat him whole #pouty lil baby #NOM #levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #shinjeki no kyojin #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi smut #levi x you #levi fluff #snk levi #levihan #captain levi #levi angst #levi thirst

[fanmoose12]

Hange would not want this.

It's the only thing on Levi's mind, the one thing he keeps going back to, as he and the kids arrive at a grave that holds no body.

Armin and Mikasa kneel by it, with tears shining in their eyes, and leave a bouquet of sunflowers. Connie reaches out to touch the headstone with reverence, as though hoping that the feeling of cold marble can replace Hange's warmth that's been extinguished. Jean keeps close to the group, but turns his head away, his lips a tight line and eyes cast down to hide the tears brimming in their corners.

Levi watches the pain and sorrow on the kids' faces, his heart squeezing painfully at the sight of it, and hopes that his own expression does not betray the same emotions.

After all, Hange would not want this. They would not wish to see the people that they cared about in such pain, they would not want their memory to be forever tainted with sadness.

They would want to be remembered as vibrant, joyful, full of life, they'd want for people to smile when a thought of them crosses their minds.

They would not want to see tears or hear quiet, broken sobs, they'd want for people to laugh while sharing stories about them, they'd want to continue carrying that light that shone so brightly inside them, always, even in their darkest moments.

It's what Hange would want, Levi knows, because he knew them better than, perhaps, even himself.

So, although it's tempting - oh, so tempting, especially when nights are dark and cold, and all he craves, all he needs is a bit of light he'll never see nor feel again - to succumb to sorrow, he tries his best not to. It'd be easy, so easy to just let grief wash over him, bury himself in its familiar embrace, but then he'd wallow in that endless pit of misery for the rest of his days, and, Levi knows, because he knew Hange better than, perhaps, even himself, that they would not want him to live a life like that.

They gave away everything, after all, their life included, so that all of them could have a chance of surviving, of finding happiness.

So, Levi tries to, even though it's hard, seems nearly impossible without Hange's presence by his side.

But they still watch over him, he knows, because he asked them to, because he wants them to, and so each day Levi does his best to bury the pain of his heartbreak in a grave that holds no body, and soldiers on in a pursuit of a new purpose.

And each night, right before falling asleep, he makes sure to look up at the sky and give it the best smile that he can manage.

He hopes that Hange sees that smile, hopes that they're proud of it, and most of all - he hopes that that smile brings them joy, that it makes them happy, just like as happy as they always made Levi.

Hange wouldn't want him to be sad, Hange would want him to be happy, they’d want his life to be full of joy, and Levi does his best to find it, so that one day, when his and Hange's paths will undoubtedly cross again, he would be able to look in their eyes without a single regret. 

So that one day, when his and Hange’s paths will undoubtedly cross again, they’d be able to share a smile that for now, Levi can offer only to a vast, dark sky.

#levihan #so! it's angst time right??? #i mean obviously that's an au because as we all know hange survived until the very end and spent the rest of their days with levi #but yeah.... angst time #(i promise i'm working on something light and fluffy though and i'll post it..... some day i hope)

[emilyyyy-08]

Levi has a small fear of not knowing where his loved ones are when he wakes up. Hange always stays with him in bed as they sleep together throughout the night.

Levi wakes up one morning and looks over to his side. Hange isn't there.

Levi: "Hange...?" He quickly sits up in bed and calls out their name again, "Hange!"

No answer. Levi quickly gets out of bed and starts to look around the whole house for Hange, with no luck. As he walks outside and checks the shed in their backyard, arms suddenly wrap around his waist.

Hange: "hey Levi, whatcha doing out here?"

Levi quickly turns around to look at Hange, surprising them with his growing teary eyes.

Levi: "where the fuck were you!? I was looking for you!"

Hange quickly pulls him into a warm hug.

Hange: "I'm sorry, Levi. I'm really sorry, I was just out at the store."

Levi: "then why didn't you tell me? At least text me?"

Hange: "accidentally left my phone here. That's my fault" they look down into his eyes and smile "I bought you your favorite tea."

Levi's lips slowly curve into a slight smile. He pulls them down to a gentle kiss.

Levi: "damn you, four-eyes..."

Hange: "I suppose that means you wanna come in and have some?" Hange kisses the top of Levi's head.

Levi: "of course."

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi x hange #levihan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hange zoë #levi x hanji #fanfic #short fanfic #fluff #angst

[elmundodeflor]

There isn't a part of his body that is safe from harm. Every muscle, every crevice and cartilage burns like he has a soaring fever— pounds and stings worse than in any other battle he's fought.

Is it over yet...?

His cheeks are red, flooded with his own cries of pain. As the silver thread that makes up a stream from across the driest of valleys. It all hurts. It all stings. It all burns.

Damn.

He winces, cleans up his tear-tracks with the back of his hand. If he had to compare this much pain to something— anything— really, it'd sure be a black hole, he figures. A force deadlier than gravity that makes him wanna cave into his very own misery.

"They're dead stars, I've read.", Hanji'd told him once, as they'd pointed up to the skies. They were set out to camp for mission, and Erwin had put them both on watch duty. "They bend time and space, and start swallowing everything that's around them! Kinda crazy, huh?"

Their voice fades into an echo, and the vision of them two reaching for the stars is water that slips through his fingers. It's all gone. All set. All done. And now, he's left with nothing but a black hole sitting in his chest. A growing pull that threatens to swallow what little there is of him.

Is it over yet...?

He looks through the blur. The air smells of fire, like a hundred-year drought that brought the land to its end. He can taste it, on every inhale of his lungs: it'll take another hundred years for hope to bloom again. It'll take two thousand lives for dreams to part through all this death.

Erwin, Mike, Petra, Hanji... where are you...?

Are you guys watching...?

Is it over yet...?

His heart clenches, then expands and explodes into the glimmer of a billion different supernovas. There's not a single frame of him that's not empty now. Not a simple trace that hasn't been replaced by utter brokenness.

He falls to his knees, lets his body give in to the shake. Yes. For the first time since he's been taught how to combat, Levi Ackerman allows himself to fall. Rapid. Vivid. Painful.

His skin bleeds when it touches the floor; his throat so closed he can barely breathe. Perhaps, this, he tells himself—this endless spiral of ache— is exactly what happens when a soldier loves. It's the pieces of himself he's lent to the fallen, that now have been lost. The stubborn ways of the soul, to be so foolishly selfless now he's nothing but a living ghost.

He glances up at the skies, there where a ray of sun makes its way through the clouds. Will the black hole in him come and take him, too? Can it bend time and space, and make life the way it was?

He thinks about it for a second. Erwin, Mike, Petra, Hanji; everyone he'd ever longed for, had believed in this world. They had bled, and sworn, and resigned to war, so that the rest could see peace, even if just once. Would it be fair for him to wish he was gone, light as a feather, then? Did that mean he had to persist through existence, still? Even with this void eating him up inside?

He takes another look around. He has no answers, just yet. But, in the midst of destruction, he can make up the contours of something he's always known.

Something that brings warmth to the cool that always lays after stars are born.

Erwin, Mike, Petra, Hanji...

Are you guys watching...?

This is the result...

Of all of your devoted hearts...

And after that, he’s swallowed into the infinites of a black abyss, too.

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"The Tale Of The Butterflies", a story where Hanji Zoe survives The Rumbling, is out now on AO3!

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[autumndory]

thank you, tuesday...

Summary: The Ackermans have hosted all kinds of students from around the world and they came and went, hardly ever leaving a mark. Though none of them rivaled the curious and quirky character of Zoë Hange.

Read thank you, tuesday... on AO3

Read Fue un martes... in Spanish on Wattapad.

Let's start with the lovely cover of this fanfic. It was made by the talented @catyypss. She was the sweetest and I'm truly obsessed with it. I added the title to it and yes, the little paper plane I placed it there as a symbolism. I love it so much, I could cry. Follow Catyyps on her platforms and if you can, place a commission.

Also, this fic has been beta read by @dontatmethanks. Follow the amazing Ro and read all of her works on AO3. You'll not regret it.

Having that said, this work has been collecting dust for a while and even though I started writing the first chapter back in May, I finally got the courage to release it now because you know, lack of time. because I procrastinate a lot and I am a chicken too.

Now, onto the fic.

Let's start by saying/informing that I used she/her pronouns for Hange in this fic. Second, I have many head canons about Hange's past, since Isayama was SO kind of NOT giving us a backstory way to love the fourteenth commander. I have good head canons but I also have bad and heavy ones.

And I decided to explore the bad ones.

I do believe Hange talks a lot because her parents didn't pay attention to her growing up. Hange would be the type to overshare and then regret it because you know... trauma. I tried to explore that shattered relationship between Hange and her parents but also a life away from them.

We also have Levi, who suffers from older sibling syndrome. Protector, with an obsession in his case for cleaning, desire for perfection, and pressure to meet his parents' expectations; something that his little sister, Mikasa yes, they're siblings here is tired of experiencing.

A slice of life, like they say on the streets. You can place two fucked up people in a room and they can bond over trauma, right? Those are the topics I TRIED to explore in this fic. It has a little angst, but I incorporated some fluff too.

Anyway, I hope you you enjoy the first chapter of:

thank you, tuesday...

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[lady-eny]

Tags: Not Canon Compliant, because here Hange survives ch132, as she should have, levihan, Character Study, Growing Old Together, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary:

When youth and beauty fade, can love live on?

Hange and Levi have survived the impossible: the Rumbling and all that it caused. But can their relationship win out against the unrelenting passage of time?

All bets are against it.

"Hange always thought, perhaps naively, that as time faded her beauty, their love would transcend. It hurts to be proven how wrong she’s been, how foolish she’s been to look around her and believe they were different. To find that they aren’t so special as to be the exception to the natural cycle of the universe. Because, eventually, it all ends."

Notes: This is basically how I picture Levihan growing old togehter, and the challenges they could face (angst is my jam, after all). Mostly, it’s a character study of Hange and what happens when we age. Time, after all, catches up with us all.

Hope you like it! Thanks for reading✨ I’d love to read your opinion on this one.

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[bxbu-chuu]

I hope Tumblr doesn't ruin the quality. I'm not the best at editing but I tried my best lol

#levihan angst #levihan #levi x hange #edit #levihan edit #couldn't stop thinking about this

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Yoooo

Not sure how this goes but how about prompts #22 or #29 for levihan? Whichever inspires you more/first xD

Yoooo Koala Bear! Smut Scribbles 22: “Show me how much you need me.”

Now or Never (Part 1) (NSFW) Characters: Levi x Hange; Levi x Petra (mentioned: Mike, Nanaba, Oluo, Gunther, Eld) Word Count: 2178 words

New Year’s Eve. The city streets were swarming with visitors returning from the local shrine, heads bowed against the cold, night air. Beneath a black sky pin pricked with stars, apartment windows offered their own warm glow; a brief exhibition of the different lives within. 

And in his bedroom, Levi Ackerman was rudely awoken by a foot colliding with his face.

“Ah, fuck!” 

He sat upright, stifled by the stench of sweat and stale beer. It pressed in on him like a wall of heat. Gunther, who was lying upside down beside him, sprawled over onto his stomach and groaned into the mattress.

“Not sharing a bed with these guys again…” Levi decided ruefully, climbing out and standing on the carpeted floor. As soon as he had moved, Gunther swung over onto his back and stretched out his limbs like a starfish. Supposing that that was the end of the struggle, Levi stepped gingerly over Oluo and Eld who lay crumpled beneath a mismatch of covers. 

Bending down to unplug his phone, Levi tapped on the screen to see no missed notifications. He hadn’t been expecting a follow up response after Petra’s brief but sincere ‘Have a great night! Can’t wait to hear all about it! See you next year :)’  And yet, he could not help but feel a sense of something… lacking. It had been a recent revelation, their progression from acquaintances to dating. Petra was a junior at the organisation where Levi worked, and best friend to the three sleeping bodies which were currently slumped in various corners of his bedroom. Whilst she had taken a trip with her family to celebrate the new year, Levi had been coerced into putting up an assortment of work and university friends after a long night of drinking. That was the thanks he got for being the only adult responsible enough to rent an apartment within walking distance of a major station.

Levi shuffled out into his hallway, towards the long through room which encompassed a lounge, diner and kitchen. Here the shutters were partially-closed to the city’s luminescence, leaving a little light to dilute the darkness. At the end of the room, the countertop was covered with beer bottles, half-drunk cups and crusted plates. Levi’s sofa was swaddled in a brown, paisley blanket; Hange’s arm protruding from beneath. Nestled in the space between the sofa’s back and Levi’s bookshelves, Mike and Nanaba were sharing a single futon. She was pulled tightly to Mike’s chest, her pinkened face half-hidden in his shirt.

Awake now, despite his aching temple and bleary eyes, Levi looked towards his kitchen with grim determination. There was nothing else for it, especially since his entire array of bedclothes had been donated to his friends. 

At the sink, he carefully pulled the tap on, angling it so that the spray did not hit anything noisy or metallic. Yet, someone was stirring at the sound of water. Levi turned to see Hange disentangling themself from the blanket.

“Go back to sleep…” Levi approached, keeping his voice low so as not to awake anyone else. “I got woken up, so-” At this, he gestured towards the cluttered kitchen as though this provided a comfort which sleeping no longer could.

“What, did the mess give you a nightmare?” Hange was sitting up, rubbing beneath their glasses. “Can I help?”

“No…” Levi looked doubtfully at the washing up brush he was holding. “I’m just killing time.”

“Levi, it’s-” Hange pulled out their own phone from where it had slid beneath the sofa. “-four in the morning. You can’t wash up all night. Just sleep here.” To demonstrate, they pulled back the cover. Levi hesitated, regarding the space on the sofa beside them warily. 

Under other circumstances, sharing a sofa with a friend in order to catch up on some much needed sleep would not have been anything momentous. However, there was nothing normal about the circumstances between Levi and Hange. The pair of them shared a long, muddied history which began with Levi losing Hange’s number on the second day of university. Reuniting the following day had led to five years of friendship, only recently culminating in one heated episode. Three months had passed since that moment, and yet the memory of it was as fresh in Levi’s mind as though it had occurred yesterday. Unsurprising, given the amount of replays he had devoted to it. However brief, however trivial their encounter had seemed at the time, it was made worse by the fact that neither had spoken a word about it since. 

Hange was beginning to rise from the sofa cushion, forcing Levi to put out his hands. Both whispered at once, each insisting that the other take the couch.

“Come on, let’s just sleep here,” Hange sighed finally. “It won’t be weird…” 

Levi suffered a swooping sensation, like the sudden shock of missing a stair. It was the first time they had come close to acknowledging those reckless actions which had accidentally dented the Platonic exterior of their relationship.

“...we need to sleep. I’ll face away from you so you don’t get blasted by my bad breath!”

Levi looked hopelessly over at the washing up. His mouth felt parched and a steady pulse was throbbing behind his eyes. With a curt nod, he quickly lay down and dragged the blanket over him, as though the speed of the action would make it less controversial. The couch creaked in protest as Hange rolled over. Their body was squeezed as close to the sofa’s back as possible, affording Levi room to lie behind them. 

Resting his head on the very edge of their shared pillow, Levi waited. It struck him all at once; he would never be able to sleep like this. His mind was alight like a livewire; his skin prickled. Readying himself, he half-expected Hange to speak again or turn to him without warning. Levi pressed his hands between his knees, his rigid body angled away from them. He had never felt so awake in his life. Only now it was too late to change his mind. What reason could he give for getting up? Levi could not afford to have Hange realise the extent of his awkwardness for fear it would further fracture their friendship.

Where he lay, Levi could not help but catch faint strains of coconut from Hange’s hair. It was that dry shampoo they stuffed it with whenever they resorted to survival mode; something sickly sweet but oddly comforting and familiar. Levi drew each shallow breath through clenched teeth. Beside him, Hange's chest rose and fell rhythmically whilst the air in his own lungs scorched him. It was too hot; too confined beneath this single blanket with the scent and the heat of them enveloping him. He kept his hands pressed in tightly, as though to accidentally brush against them would burn his skin. Agonising, unending torture. It pained Levi to recall how often he had swept an arm over his own cool, unwrinkled sheets, lamenting the shape of their absence; longing to have Hange lying this close to him. All those sleepless nights he wished for exactly this and now- No. Not here. He couldn’t give into those thoughts here. Those were fading memories, overwritten by the present. Now, there was Petra. 

Turning his thoughts firmly to Petra, Levi felt himself begin to relax. Meanwhile, Hange was breathing deeply, blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. Fatigue lay heavily upon Levi’s body and, as his face sank into the crumpled pillow, his eyes closed. 

It was a low grunt which caused Levi to jerk awake. In the immense effort of casting off what felt like several hours of deep sleep, he tried to orientate himself. Coarse strands of hair were tickling his cheeks. He was curled on his side, pressed against something. The cotton of the pillow was gone. Levi inhaled the scent of coconut, his face nestled in the warmth of Hange’s neck. Horrified, he quickly withdrew to the very edge of the couch. The abruptness of his movements should have awoken them, and yet they lay perfectly still. Levi tensed. He could have sworn he heard a breathy chuckle and then… there was silence. For a moment, he envied them. Hange swept in and out of his life with all the passion and violence of a storm, arriving with a crash and leaving with nothing more than a whisper. What he wouldn’t give to live and love so freely…

Positioning himself with care, Levi’s head was perched at the end of the pillow; legs hung precariously over the edge of the sofa cushions. If exhaustion had not crept over him once more, inviting and unannounced, he would have given up any attempts at sleep. But Levi could no more contemplate braving the cold air outside the blanket more than he could stepping onto the cool, wooden floorboards. He gripped his hands under the pillow, and once again surrendered to rest.  

Beneath his palms, the heat of their cheeks burned. Levi was cupping Hange’s face in his hands as his lips pressed theirs. Each kiss was dizzying; addictive. As he leaned into them, he felt Hange respond with increased pressure as they savoured each brush of his lips. They sank backwards, causing the makeshift bed to groan under the weight of them both. Levi was drawn out between Hange’s legs, his tongue gliding across the back of their teeth. Beneath him, Hange gasped, open-mouthed as their back arched off the thin mattress. The press of their body sent hot whips of pleasure lashing through him. Levi’s eyes rolled back as they fluttered closed. If this is how good they felt on his cock whilst fully clothed… Levi’s hips pistoned forward against them. So fucking good. His teeth grazed and pulled at their lower lip. Breathlessly, he withdrew to gaze down into Petra’s flushed, smiling face.

This time Levi awoke groggily. The thick, oppressive layer of sleep coating his mind was even more difficult to shake off than before. Outlined by a slither of street light filtering through the shutters, Levi could make out the sofa’s back and Hange’s sleeping form in front of him. His body was moulded to theirs; arms aching as he clung to their waist. Their weight rested against him, back held flush to his chest. And, still worse, he was hard. Shamefully, unbearably hard. With a sigh, Hange shifted against him. As though on instinct Levi’s body responded, hips rolling into them, sending another wave of whitehot electricity coursing through him. His eyes closed in agony; mouth filled with saliva. Levi was lost in the heat of them; wanted nothing more than to keep up that same rhythm; relish that delicious, blistering friction as it intensified… Levi moaned into their neck, loud enough to drown out Hange’s quiet gasps.

“Shit-” The cold realisation of what he was doing suddenly dawned upon him. Levi struggled to sit up. With a fluid movement, Hange turned over and caught his wrist in their hand.

“Shh!” they hissed, “Mike and Nanaba.”

Levi froze, hardly daring to draw breath. “Shit. Shit.  I…”

Half-lowering himself, Levi’s limbs stiffened. His head barely grazed the pillow. Hange’s face was so close to his own that he could feel the heat lifting from their cheeks. Levi clutched the underside of the sofa arm to prevent himself from falling. 

“It’s okay,” Hange mouthed, hardly audible. “I’m not going to kiss you.”

“You’re not?”

“You sound disappointed, Levi.” He could hear quiet breath whistling down their nose. Up close their eyes appeared large and dark in the gloom. Desperately, Levi sought for a safe response amongst dozens of dangerous options, but came up empty-handed. He was seized with a need to clear his throat.

“Are you?” Hange added. 

Levi’s mouth was almost too dry to speak.

“Can’t-”

“What?” Their breath was on his mouth. Their familiarity, their smell, their warmth was clouding him; pulling him under. Less than an inch stood between them; it would be too easy to close the gap. Levi knew that if he shifted only slightly, Hange would melt into him. The thought alone was enough to harden him more. It took every fibre of his resolve to remain still.

But Hange didn’t move any closer.

“Levi, we can sleep here and never talk about this again.”

Levi could hardly speak, hardly breathe as they drew towards him.

“Or… you could show me how much you need me.”

One last, star-filled night. This night. The pair of them crowded close, noses almost touching beneath an old, threadbare blanket. Here, where they were hidden from other’s eyes. This would be his only chance. It was never to be repeated again. But, it was impossible; staggering in its enormity. Either he leaned in and claimed everything he had been longing for, for five long years. Or he remained where he was; refrained from crossing a boundary that would sully two relationships held so dear to him. The course of his future lay in his decision.

And decide he did.

Part 2: Now or Never (SFW)

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[phantommaws]

Chapter Preview - A Tender Moment

The covers curled around the pair as Levi held Hange close, gently nuzzling the top of their head with his chin. He still couldn’t comprehend the fact that he had almost lost her that day; seeing her stood with the rest of their fallen comrades in the smoke clouds kicked up by the Rumbling. Watching as they approached and kissed him so gently, only to be forced to watch as she had disappeared right in front of him within arm's reach. Oh, how he had sobbed uncontrollably then and for many hours afterwards, longing to feel the warmth of their body pressed against his own and to have the comfort of the sweet, earthy tones of their scent. How much he had longed to hold Hange in his arms afterwards, only to become a broken mess when he remembered that he couldn’t.

“You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?” Levi let his fingers trail lazily through the strands of his lover’s russet-hued hair, curling a lock around his index finger before planting a gentle kiss upon the crown of their head.

“Mmm?” came Hange’s sleepy response, and Levi couldn’t help but smile slightly as the brunette looked up at him, eyes tired and he knew that the ex-Commander was struggling to stay awake.

“You are as precious to me as the moon is to the stars in the night sky. You are my sunshine on a cloudy day, my shelter from the rain when it pours. I love you more than I ever thought possible, Hange. More than life itself and it’s never felt so good to be alive when I am by your side.” Levi whispered, continuing to play with Hange’s hair as he stared up at the ceiling, “I never expected to love someone that way after I lost Erwin. His death was a horrific tragedy that I struggled to process. If you were to tell me like, six or so years ago that I was going to be marrying you? I won’t know what I would have done in that moment. We don’t even have that much longer to wait now, Hans.”

Glancing back down, he noticed that Hange was in fact now asleep in his arms. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, leaning over and gently planting a soft kiss on their forehead. Seeing his partner so comfortable next to him, held safely in his arms where nobody could ever hurt her again? Everything felt perfect in that moment as he brushed a stray lock of their hair from where it lay on their face, seeing the scar that stretched across their left eyelids. Hange got lucky during the battle – the force at which the rock had struck her should have been enough to kill her on the spot.

“Goodnight, Hange…” Levi whispered before settling himself down for the remainder of the night, keeping Hange held to his chest. They smelled of sunlight and petrichor, a soothing symphony that worked quickly to lull him into a deep sleep…

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[sonofthesaiyans]

Crack poll time.....

Captain Levi Motherfucking Ackerman.

Maybe not my personal favorite, but a character we all love and respect. And barring Armin Arlert, the only consistent good in the series from start to finish.

So my question today is this:

As far as I'm concerned, neither ending cuts it. I'm not even going to mince words on that one.

Really any chance Levi had at a truly satisfying ending went out the window with Hange's death. His last surviving best friend and the last person you could argue he might've settled down with in peacetime.

In my opinion, not even Attack on Titan's most popular character received any due justice for the crap he endured. Both endings are totally half-assed, and his connection with these characters is superficial and surface-level. I've always said before he has NOTHING with Gabi or Falco, and I stand by that. The anime ending I think suggests somebody else felt the same way. But saddling him with Yelena, who essentially boils down to a terrorist who actively aided the man who left him horribly maimed......Think about that. Very much a similar case of how he never punished Annie for the loss of his squad.

We never even got a clarification on his connection to Mikasa. Once again, NO RIVAMIKA FANS, you are not allowed to bring your bizarre shipping fantasies on that front here.

I'd like you all to be honest with yourselves........You can't be happy with Levi's treatment in this last season. I sure as hell am not. Nothing about this ending works, and his apparent outcome is no exception as far as I'm concerned.

Justice for Levi Ackerman.

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[this-is-krikkit]

we built this town on shaky grounds

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë

Additional tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, a bit (a lot) of ocean themed imagery, POV Levi Ackerman, Boat Sex, that's all this was supposed to be about so I'M TAGGING IT AS SUCH, may have gotten a lil out of hands, I'm sorry?, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, Emotional Sex, cause i can't write it another way apparently, There was only one bed - trope

Summary:

The Alliance makes its way to Odiha to stop the Rumbling, and Levi and Hange get a moment of well-deserved peace.

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Hange's unusually soft knock wakes him up when they bring him dinner, and although this has become a familiar moment in the past few weeks, the switch between their roles in such a scene strikes him especially hard tonight. Maybe it's the change of scenery now that they're on the Hizuru boat and on their way to the worst of the war. Or maybe he's simply gotten more aware of his surroundings since he's finally starting to heal, now that he's had some actual rest and he doesn't have to play dead in the middle of a wet and hostile forest while Hange shoots at comrades and subordinates they helped train on sight to protect his life –and has what they think are quiet secret meltdowns by his side while he pretends to sleep because he can't even muster enough force to try and offer the comfort he knows they need.

Either way, they jump at the sound of his voice calling their name out right as they put the plate down on the bedside table in this cabin he's been attributed, and he holds in the urge to click his tongue at them –did they really expect he'd sleep through such an intrusion into his personal space?

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