Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Escort Services
Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Petra Ral ( Levihan Endgame)
Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Petra Ral, Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Erwin Smith, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Zeke Yeager
Tags and tropes: Female Hange Zoë, She/Her Pronouns for Hange Zoë, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Escort Service, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Rivetra, Levihan Endgame
Series: Part 2 of His Scent of Tea and Cedar
Summary:
Levi Ackerman works as a concierge in an upscale, discreet neighborhood. What most people don’t know? By night, he works as an Intimacy Therapist — offering physical connection in a world where emotional distance is the norm.
He’s used to detachment. Rules. Boundaries. That is, until the day his next appointment opens the door — and it’s her.
Hange Zoe. The chaotic, brilliant author who lives in the neighborhood he works. The woman who drives him insane with her ink-stained fingers, mismatched socks, and… the way she smiles like she doesn’t know it’s dangerous.
Two days had already passed since the final battle.
He was lying in a dazzling white hospital room among a dozen of the same wounded. After the drug administered by the nurse, he felt terribly sleepy - apparently, they had injected him with morphine, but he tried to keep himself conscious with all his might. He almost no longer felt pain - only some kind of dull numbness throughout his body. His thoughts were confused, constantly flowing from one to another; it was hard to breathe.
There was an ache somewhere in his chest.
His eyes were drawn to the next bed only.
It would be impossible to tell who was lying in front of you - a man or a woman. Firstly, because of their height; secondly, their face and body were so carefully wrapped with bandages and dressings that it would be difficult to find a piece of skin peeking out from under the numerous layers of gauze.
But he knew it was her. He knew because he personally dragged her here after the battle. He knew because he demanded to lay her down here, next to him. Because he felt that he should look after her. None other than himself.
Levi himself did not fully understand how much he missed her expressive brown eyes until they finally removed several bandages from her face. He stood by her bed, leaning on the nightstand, watching as the nurse removed the bloody gauze. It somehow became almost impossible to watch. He felt his heart pounding.
She squinted slightly against the bright sunlight, streaming into the room through the wide window. He looked at
her, wrapped in bandages, looked at her burnt eyelashes, at the old scar under her blind eye...
Perhaps he had come to know her face even better than his own over the years. She suddenly seemed so familiar and
vulnerable to him that he had barely restrained him from the urge to hug her with all his might. Levi staggered - his head was spinning, he still felt an unusual weakness in his body - and grabbed the windowsill with one hand to keep from falling.
"Is everything okay? You look a bit pale, don't you want to lie down?" the nurse, who had finished the bandage, turned to Levi.
"No," he said and, coming to his senses, repeated a little more firmly, "No. Everything is fine. "
The nurse gave him an assessing look, then shrugged and left the room. He slowly sank down on the chair.
"Shitty-glasses."
Damn, how could he have managed to say such familiar words in such a strange, almost breaking voice? He wanted so much to say it as usual, with a grin. Maybe even with a slight, understandable only to the two of them, mockery. But in the end, it turned out to be something like bitterness, sorrow and tenderness in one bottle. He felt uneasy from his own phrase.
“Levi—i,” Hange said quietly, her voice hoarse, “You’re here".
“Where else would I be, stupid?”
He pulled her glasses with the broken frame out of his pocket and put them on the pillow, next to her head.
"They're sure not in their best... But it's better than nothing, I guess..."
"Oh...Can you help me? I'd like to see you, huh," she tried to smile, but ended up wincing in pain.
Levi carefully put the glasses on her, after wiping his face with his sleeve.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Mini story for Circles Around the Sun. In which the thunderstorm raging outside 7-year-old Hange's bedroom window makes 10-year-old Levi's stomach ache in a cryptic way. When Hange discovers why, they set out to kill the storm for him.
Do you have a WIP you're most excited to finish at the moment? Would you share a little snippet from it? I miss your writing badly; may I get a sneak peak?
hey anon!
to be honest, i don't really. i have several older wips i should be working on, and a whole bunch of NEW wips that are really embryos of fics and need sooo much work on them, but because i'm greedy and want to write them all at once, that means i'm making very slow process. also, i'm doubting that i'm good enough for a bunch of my newest ideas, so self doubt is getting a little in the way lately.
okay, "i miss your writing badly" suckerpunched me in the gut. like wtf gave you the idea i deserved such a sweet comment?? ughhhh. shut up, and have your little snippet under the cut because that compliment made me weak. (thank you ♥️)
this particular wip is a modern AU kid levihan fic i've been working on for ages that's titled after lyrics from lemon boy by cavetown and that's still nowhere near finished bc it's especially close to my heart and i'm taking so much precautions with it.
“I take the bus.”
Her eyes widen at that, and Levi startles when she stands up and stalks to him in a handful of seconds. He recoils a little at the proximity, hating his slightly longer than normal reaction time since he still doesn’t feel completely settled back into his own flesh —he never does, in here.
“On-n your own?” she asks, whispering, eyes barely visible with the sunlight that reflects directly in her —dirtied by fingerprints all over the lenses, he notes— glasses.
“Yes.”
A whispered wow makes its way through her half-metal, half-plastic smile and out of her parted lips, and Levi tries very hard not to squirm under the brightness of her awed stare.
Bad Habit (NSFW)
Characters: Levi x Hange
Word Count: 1147 words
Canon Universe
So, this links a couple of things together…
Fiercely, Levi yanked Hange’s leg to his heaving chest, lifting her hips up so that he could sink his weight into her. Beneath him, Hange’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his name escaping her in strangled gasp. Insatiable, Levi pushed deeper, more insistently into her. Strangely, he found he was no longer concerned about the noise they were both making.
This felt different to the last time they had been together… That had been a quick, messy, sweaty affair; half-dressed and leaning against a block of straw. Hange remembered the clumsy, desperate kisses; her hair still wet from the rain; her cold lips against Levi’s neck. There had been no time for self-consciousness, for they had only stolen a few precious moments together. Afterwards they had found it hard to look at one another; clawing pieces of hay from tangled hair, hastily buttoning shirts and fastening belts. There had been no time to think about their next meeting, or to question the events which had passed inside the stable… Before she had even acknowledged the line she and Levi had just crossed, Hange had found herself rushing back to the castle with her jacket held up over her head.
But this time, things were different. Hange hadn’t been expecting company that night. It seemed as though hours had passed as she had sat upon the lounge chair in her room, eyes glazed. She had been too exhausted to cry any more bitter tears. Hange stared at nothing; her body bowed forward so that one elbow rested upon her knee. Fretfully, she gnawed upon a bitten-down nail. One ugly thought surfaced, then another rose to take its place. Increasingly wild theories were emerging, leaping over one another; giving persistent chase around her mind.
A sharp knock had brought her back to her surroundings. Hastily rubbing her face, Hange approached the door. There was Levi, bearing a china cup and saucer. Of course he’d brought tea. Was it a pretence? She had hardly entertained the thought before glancing over his shoulder first one way, then the other up the darkened corridor.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No…” Levi raised his eyebrows. He held out the cup to her, but did not cross the threshold. Hange turned her back to the doorway. There came the sound of a click.
“You never make two. You didn’t think I’d ask you in, huh?”
Hange coughed out a tearless sigh as Levi set the tea down upon a small, round table. He offered a half-shrug. Hange returned to her chair. Hesitantly, Levi made a brief motion as though he was about to leave again. Instead, with a gentle thud, he kicked off his boots by the door and took a seat beside her.
Seemingly, Hange felt like talking after all. The conversation wound itself in convoluted loops, beginning with the deaths of Sawney and Bean, before meandering through possible theories. First, Erwin’s, which had been the outcome of the little information they had managed to gather. Soon their talk wandered through the labyrinth of Hange’s thoughts; twisting into complications which neither could explain. What would the attacker’s next move be? The expedition teams were leaving tomorrow; it could not be delayed. There were those who knew. There were those who could never know. Hange’s tea had grown cold in its cup, the colour fading from golden brown to milky grey.
“It’s not just about the titans…” Hange’s voice was hoarse. “It’s…”
She gestured uselessly, buckled under the weight of such weariness. No. It wasn’t grief for Sawney and Bean but the wasted effort. Her heart ached with it; the risk to those lives who had helped to capture the titans. And what was there to show for their preparation and sacrifice? It was all for nothing. Worse, the Scouts were bound to face the same danger all over again if they were to learn anything new.
“I know,” came Levi’s reply, filled with doubtless reassurance.
Exhausted, Hange sank against him. Her cheek rested on the collar of his jacket.
“I know it's more than that. And we’re all just as sorry for it.”
Beside her, he was real and solid and warm. For a moment, the horror of the situation wasn’t entirely insurmountable. They would find the perpetrator, one way or another. Even if it wouldn’t bring the test subjects back. Even if it meant putting even more lives at risk… alas, that was the Scouts’ burden to bear. Hange shifted slightly against him. Her forehead rested against Levi’s chin. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest. As his fingers stroked her hair back from her face, Hange released her breath slowly. Levi had remained still then. Hange turned her head towards him. He did not move away. Then she gently brushed her lips against his.
Everything had happened quickly after that, like a series of choreographed movements. They were learning each other’s patterns, rhythms, inclinations, as though by instinct. Their bodies were no longer strangers to one another. It was suddenly easy to undress each other; safe to lose themselves completely. It was becoming a habit.
Now Hange’s head was pressed into the pillows scattered upon her bed. Her legs were draped over Levi’s shoulders, so slick with sweat that they were slipping out of place. Levi’s hand clutched her ankle firmly. Hange was lost to an all-engrossing heat; one that was building so sharply, so agonisingly close. She hardly noticed when Levi’s fingers threaded through her own, gripping her hands as his thrusts became more desperate.
Her whole body rocked on a wave of ecstasy. As the sensation crested to its peak, Hange choked out a few incoherent words between her sobs. Heat flared within her. Every muscle in her body clenched. And then, the sting of pleasure was ebbing away.
Levi’s movements were slowing. His eyes were closed; brow slightly furrowed in concentration; his cheeks flushed. Dark hair stood up, uncharacteristically unruly. Hange’s chest pulled tight. Her hands slid up Levi’s back and into his dishevelled hair. Breathless words left her in a sigh. Levi’s body tensed. He drew back enough to look down at where she lay beneath him. Her eyes were half-closed; face aglow.
She knew he would not answer. Not until he was sure of what he had heard. Both shared the same secret but were too afraid to reveal it.
Hange took Levi’s warm face in her hands. Their lips met silently, softly. She held him there and Levi showed no inclination to draw himself away, or to continue moving against her. He was still inside her; stomachs pressed together; skin warming one another, as he kissed her again. Their bodies moulded naturally, as though they were made for only this. As though they could remain this way for the rest of their days.
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Levi x Reader version is here.
Hello. Would you, please, write smth about Hange and Levi's eventual reunion in the afterlife?
Hi Anon! Of course; I’ve wanted to write Levihan reuniting in afterlife for quite some time now, so thank you for giving me the opportunity!! 🤭 Here it is!
Title: Our Eternity; Rating: T; Word Count: 1137
With one final breath, Levi's eyes fluttered shut, leaving this world behind. For a moment, there was nothing - only darkness and an unbearable quietness enveloping him.
But then, something changed, and the weight suddenly disappeared. A warmth that blossomed within him took over, spreading from his heart over his entire body. His eyes remained shut, but he knew that he was in another place - a world untouched by the scars of his past, where only peace reigned.
He took a deep breath, feeling life rush back into him - though not in the same way as before. It felt different, lighter somehow, as if being alive carried a new meaning in this place. Underneath his body, he could feel the crisp grass touching his arms and neck, while a warm breeze brushed his face and tickled his bare feet.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by dazzlingly bright light, which was overwhelming at first. But he continued to breathe in the sweet air, listening to the rustling of the leaves around him and gradually, the light softened into a warm, golden hue, revealing the canopy of a tree.
Levi allowed himself to linger in that peace for a moment longer, savouring the tranquillity. Suddenly, a rustling reached his ears, which definitely didn't come from the leaves. Propping himself on his elbows, he sat up slightly - and instantly froze in place, his breath catching in his throat.
He blinked a few times, certain that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But the sight in front of him remained - a familiar face he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.
Hange was sitting a little distance away from him, crossed-legged in the grass, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with a dandelion. A soft light surrounded her, casting a gentle glow on the serene moment before his eyes. She seemed to sense his gaze and looked up, and when their eyes finally met, time seemed to stand still.
A soft smile appeared on her lips, and she dropped the dandelion. “Look who’s finally here. I've been waiting for you.” She unfolded her legs and knelt down next to him, her knees almost brushing his elbow.
“Hange?” he gasped, her name a sweet sound to his ears. He quickly shifted into a sitting position, afraid to break eye contact for fear she might disappear.
She chuckled and cocked her head. “Yeah, it’s me. Time works differently here, that's why I don't look all wrinkled and worn out.”
Levi allowed himself a moment to take in her face. She looked young and full of life. Her skin was smooth and unscarred, her hair open and falling over her shoulders in gentle waves, and she was looking at him with a pair of chestnut brown eyes. He raised his hand to his right cheek and ran his fingertips over it - there were no scars.
“You're right; injuries and imperfections don’t exist up here. No pain, no illness. That’s why I’m not wearing any glasses,” she explained with a grin. She slowly lifted her hand to his face, pausing over his right eye before finally running her fingers over the spot where she had once stitched him up. It was only with the feeling of her skin against his that he truly understood she was actually there, and that after so many years apart, they were finally reunited.
In that moment, it didn't matter to him that his feelings were probably written all over his face. He might make a fool of himself, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that she was there, that he was there, and that they were given a second chance. Together. “I missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
“I missed you too.” Her hand gently caressed his face - a simple touch, but it was enough to set his heart on fire. A single tear rolled down his cheek, then another, and she wiped them away with the back of her fingers.
He gave in to the overwhelming urge and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. Her hands moved reassuringly over his back, and then, finally, she pulled him into a warm embrace. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as he returned the gesture, drawing her as close as possible.
There was one thing, though, that he still needed to do. He had already spent half his life regretting not having dared to take the first step. But now he was given a second chance, and he was determined to make it right. Carefully, he pulled back just enough to look her straight in the eyes, their foreheads still pressed together. Shaky fingers reached for her cheek, and he gently brushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear.
Hange seemed to sense what he had in mind, and her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Her eyes flickered from his lips up to his eyes again, and anticipation coiled in his stomach.
Levi wanted to say something, to tell her how he felt, but the words caught in his throat. He had never been good with words, and it seemed that even in a place like this he couldn’t find the right ones to express everything he wanted to say. “Hange, I..."
“I know. Me too,” she whispered softly, not even letting him struggle to find the right words. He let out a huff of air, and the corners of his lips turned up just a little.
His heart was pounding very fast when he finally reached for her head, burying his fingers deep in her hair, but there was no turning back now. He leaned in, closing the small gap between them, and gently pressed his lips to hers.
The warmth that rushed through his body at that touch was overwhelming, but it also felt incredibly good. Everything about the kiss felt right - how her soft lips moved against his as she returned the kiss, how her hands rested on his chest, one directly over his pounding heart, and how her fingers were buried in his hair as she deepened the kiss, gently scratching the back of his neck. Kissing her was both exhilarating and thrilling, and in that moment, he had never felt so profoundly loved.
What he had intended to be just one kiss turned into several, and when they finally pulled away, both were breathing heavily, their cheeks flushed but smiles wide.
“I should’ve done this sooner,” he murmured, gently tracing her jawline with his thumb.
“Oh, definitely,” Hange chuckled, playfully nudging his nose with hers. “But I don’t care. Now we have an eternity to make up for everything.” With those words, she leaned in again and drew him into another kiss.
Chemistry teacher Hange 🧪 x Janitor Levi 🧹 Attack on school castes AU
Hange gave Levi this weird looking necklace:
L: “What’s this shitty glasses? It looks like a bug!”
H: “That’s a molecular geometry 🤭 It’s a little gift, just wear it.” Rushing out of school, with no further explanation. [blushing]
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L: Tch… 😒 that crazy four eyes! Tucking the silver chain into his pocket, he headed to the utility room to grab his cleaning stuff.
After Levi finished mopping the lab floor, he started organizing Hange’s messy desk.
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While sorting piles of paper and moving junk, something caught his attention. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.
It was a red box, he opened it and found a card inside. An extremely familiar shape was printed on it.
He stared at it for a few seconds with knitted brows when suddenly realization hit him. He pulled the chain out of his pocket. Indeed, it was the same bizarre structure!
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He turned the card and read Hange’s untidy handwriting:
“Your necklace is designed after the molecular structure of Dopamine, “Feel-Good / Love neurotransmitter”. As you put it on, let it be a reminder that you are loved in all your magic.”
His lips curled into a half smile as he wore the chain around his neck.
“Tch… you idiot glasses!”
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A few hours later, there was a knock on Hange’s door.
H: “Levi! What are you doing here?!” stepping aside to let him inside.
L: “I’m a little low on Dopamine” handing Hange a bottle of wine and his self-made chocolate 🍫
H: “So you found it!” 😳🫣
L: “You wanted me to find it, didn’t you?” 😏
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Hange hugged him tight, fingers running over the chain around his neck, then up to his soft undercut.
They looked into eachothers eyes, no words needed for them to communicate; slowly closing in for their first kiss.
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When they broke apart to catch their breath, Hange spoke first.
