Merry Christmas and happy new year @raisedinthunder
I was your secret santa for the levihan gift exchange and decided to make a drawing from your fic Home for Christmas on AO3. I’m sorry it’s a bit late! I’ve really enjoyed reading your work and loved the really cute scene with them squished together on the couch for family movie night.
In case anyone on my blog wants to check out this adorable fic here’s the link!
I've just read your posts about the whole yasushi akimoto thing and I just wanted to thank you for explaining it so well. As a non-korean I don't really know all that much about the history (i'm still learning) and seeing everything that was being said was getting a bit confusing. There was so much going on about the whole thing but you explained it really well and I now understand better. So yeah, just wanted to thank you for taking the time to explain it. Hope you're having a good day :)
Not sure what post you’re referring to cause I haven’t explained much, Arden/bwisou did in her post that I linked. But thank you, I hope you have a good day/night too!😊
Tequila Christmas - An SnK AU gift for Levihan Secret Santa!
This is a gift for @raisedinthunder ! So sorry for the late update Hope you have a very Merry Christmas!!
Warning: Some swearing here and there.
They lived together in a small apartment that suited them just right. True, it was cramped, and old, and had serious dry mold and crumbling wallpaper when they first saw it. True, they had first moved in together due to necessity more than anything else. But they had come a long way since then. The dry mold and dusty wallpaper disappeared within the first month. Their awkwardness at sharing living space disappeared within the first two months. And before they knew it, “the apartment” became “home” and they went from “coworkers” to “friends” to something much more.
Winters were particularly difficult because of the dodgy heating, and so on this particular night, they were huddled together on the couch under the massive, warm rug they tended to share as a daily ritual.
“How was work?” She asked him first, dumping in marshmallows into her hot chocolate.
“Jesus, do you want to put yourself in a sugar coma?”
She smirked. “When this much sugar is on hand, fuck yes.”
“Tch. Tolerance is a virtue, Hange.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be patience?” She took a sip, then hissed loudly when the scalding liquid met her mouth.
“Well, clearly you have neither, Shitty-glasses. Just let it cool down, already.”
She sighed theatrically. “How long have you known me, Levi?”
“Far too long.”
“Then this shouldn’t surprise you.” Holding her gaze locked onto his, she dumped more marshmallows into her mug and took a large swig of the concoction.
He rolled his eyes. “I give up. You’re hopeless.”
“Hopelessly in looove,” she cooed and hooked her arm around him.
He leaned away, wrinkling his nose. “I stand corrected. You’re hopelessly drunk.”
“Well, in my defense,” Hange declared, “I blame today.”
Levi frowned, and took a sip of his tea. “Why, what’s today?”
“Shut. Up. You filthy fuckin’ liar.” Hange wagged an accusing finger at him. “You know perfectly well what day it is today.”
He stared at her blankly for a moment, then his eyes widened. “Oh.” He looked supremely unhappy. “It’s Christmas.”
“Christmas Eve,” she corrected him. “The team wanted to go out for drinks-”
“You mean Moblit wanted to go out for drinks,” he deadpanned.
“And so, being the beautifully brilliant boss that I am,” Hange continued blithely, “I went with the team. It’s traditional.”
She reached for the bag of marshmallows and Levi swept it out of her reach. Ignoring her outraged hiss, he muttered, “Bullshit. We’re not even religious, Hange.”
“Wow, fuck you too,” Hange snapped. “Your atheist mathematical ass may not get the joy and the gaiety of the season but I do.”
“Yes, nothing says ‘joy to the world’ like getting piss-drunk on tequila shots.”
“You know what, screw this. I’m going to bed.”
And that was when Levi realised how insensitive he’d been. Moments like these were infrequent, but, with Levi’s natural crankiness, inevitable. “Fine, sit down. Look, be as joyous and festive as you like.” He grabbed her wrist. “Hange. Hange.”
“What.” She snapped, struggling to extricate herself from the rug and pull her hand from his grasp at the same time, and failing miserably at both.
“I’m sorry.” His quiet voice seemed to calm her and she stared at him for a long moment.
She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the faded chirp of their second-hand cuckoo clock. Outside, the bells in the University campus began to toll.
“Midnight,” Hange whispered. Then she yanked her hand away so suddenly Levi was forced to let go of her. Before another word was uttered, she stumbled away into their bedroom.
“Hange-? Hey, look, I said I’m sorry-” Levi had stood up to follow her when he stopped abruptly. She had flitted back into the room and was holding a large, haphazardly-wrapped package.
Her voice was even, her face expressionless. “I know you don’t care for this festival so…” She stepped closer and handed him the large box. “Happy Birthday.”
He looked from the gift to her, and back at the gift again for a long moment. Then, he turned on his heel and marched into the bedroom.
Hange slumped visibly, her cheeks reddening, angry and embarrassed. “Right. Of course, I shouldn’t have expected any better-”
And then he was back, holding a-
“What the fuck?” Hange gasped.
“You’re right. I don’t care for the festival.” Levi spoke as quietly as always, as though it was just normal for him to be standing there, holding a large box wrapped neatly in candy-cane patterned gift wrap. “But I know you do.” He offered her the box. “Merry Christmas, Four-eyes.”
They stared at each other for a long moment in silence. This was new territory for both of them. Somehow, over the years, they had never had a Christmas together, the universe managing to keep them apart through some way or the other (work, a sick relative, a sudden revolution… you know, regular stuff). Now both of them were left equally surprised and unsure.
Hange being Hange, took the first step forward. Mutely, she reached out for the gift in his hands while simultaneously offering him hers. They moved slowly, awkwardly, as they accepted their gifts. This was very, very new for both of them.
“Well.” Hange said. “Shall we?”
Levi simply nodded, his pale cheeks flushed pink.
They sank onto the couch. For a split second they simply sat, staring at the boxes on their laps. Then Hange attacked hers, and Levi began to unwrap his, an ill-concealed smile on his face.
Unsurprisingly, Hange managed to unwrap her gift first. Levi paused his unwrapping and watched her. “Go on,” he muttered, fidgeting slightly. He was clearly still not at ease.
She ripped away the tape sealing the box and finally opened it. And sat and stared at its contents, stunned.
“Levi…” She whispered hoarsely.
He flicked imaginary dust away from his sweater. “Don’t you like it?”
“Like it?” Hange laughed shakily. “It’s a spectrometer. A spectrophotometer. A microspectrophotometer.”
“That’s what you wanted right?” He asked her, not quite able to hide his concern. “For your weaponry artifacts?”
She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, clearly at a loss for words. Levi continued to stare at her anxiously.
“Open your gift,” she said finally.
“Hange-”
“Just open it, Levi.”
He’d fucked up. Fuck, he’d fucked up. He didn’t even know how or why, but he knew he had. If Hange’s immediate reaction wasn’t effervescent joy, then he’d definitely done something wrong. He had a sudden urge to pack his bags and leave, rather than unpack the gift he certainly did not think he deserved.
But she was waiting, so he complied, carefully unsticking the various tabs of tape that held the wrapping paper in place. When he opened the expensive-looking box that looked like it came from a fancy couturier’s, he sat back, stunned in his turn.
“What -what is this.”
Hange burst into speech. “It’s the scabbard. Your scabbard. The one to go with your heirloom sword, you know, the one so sharp a thousand years later that it can still split a hair in half. The sword whose scabbard was lost in time, the one you’re going to give to your cousin when she’s ready. I mean, look, it’s got the Ackerman coat of arms. Now you can give her the full set.”
Levi turned to her, his expression still shocked.
“I know what you’re going to say.” Hange continued, letting out a shaky laugh. “It’s expensive. But I happened to find it and I couldn’t let it go, not when I found your heirloom, Levi. So I -heh, I kind of…” She had a strange smile on her face, “I sold it. My collection, my artifacts, I sold them all, got a really good price for them, and I got you this. So, um, yeah. I know you got me the spectrometer for them, but it’s okay, I love it and and can totally use it for other things. It’s fine.”
Levi stared at her for a long moment. Finally, he croaked, “Hange.”
“It wasn’t a loss, don’t worry, I got a good price for them, honestly, I should've done it sooner, the money could’ve come in use-”
“Hange.” He interrupted her loudly. She stopped her nervous babbling. “Hange, that spectrometer, fuck… I sold my sword.”
“You what?”
“I found a private collector and I sold the sword. There’s nowhere I’d use it anyway. And you’ve been raving about the spectrometer for ages, so-”
He stopped abruptly. They both stared at each other again, equally shocked -again. Then, in sync, they smiled at each other.
“You’re an idiot.”
“You’re a colossal idiot.”
“You sold your thousand-year-old sword!”
“You sold the artifacts you’ve been collecting since you were eight fucking years old!”
They stopped, and their grins widened. Thrusting away their now-useless gifts, they slumped into each other’s arms, familiar and comfortable once more.
“We’re both idiots,” Hange declared, burrowing into his embrace, as usual. “Of the Colossal variety.”
“Agreed,” Levi murmured, his hands stroking her stringy hair, as usual. “It’s like you said, Shitty-glasses. We’re hopelessly in love.”
She smirked, leaning into his hand in her hair. “Look at you being romantic and all. Who'd’ve thought your granite-face exterior has such a gooey-”
“You can’t be poetic for shit, so shut up, will you.”
“All gooey and mushy and sparkly- mmph!”
He cut her off with a warm, deep kiss that banished every last vestige of awkwardness. How could they be awkward or uncertain, when being together always felt right, like being home?
When he pulled away, she murmured, “Now what do we do about the stuff?” They peered over the other’s shoulder at the gifts.
“Well,” he whispered against her cheek. “We could sell them, too.”
Hange gasped excitedly. “Then we’ll have money to spend!”
“Yup. And I know exactly where to spend it.”
She looked at him quizzically.
He grinned. “On a Christmas tradition, of course. Getting piss-drunk on tequila shots.”
“There’s the grump I fell in love with!”
And so, for every Christmas after that in the Zoë-Ackerman household, there was always, always tequila.
Notes: My first Levihan fic ever, hope they’re not too OOC!
Gift of the Magi is my fave X-mas story and I was so pumped to use its theme for these guys because, come on, it’s perfect for them!
Also, I really, really wanted to include this but I couldn’t find a way to do so - Hange is a Forensic Archaeologist, which is such a cool and disturbing but mostly cool career field, so it was perfect for Hange! She and Levi teach at a University, and Levi’s subject is… math. He does intense MMA, she’s a crazy acrobat, they bond over capoeira. Nothing less for this badass pairing.
Mocha : Dream Job?I’d love to make music documentaries, or direct films, or write for TV shows.
Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?I’d love to go to Russia because it’s pretty. Or Copenhagen because it’s just so chilled out.
Mint Tea : How do you relax?I tend to see a lot of films or listen to music and meditate when I need to relax.
Congrats on the 1.5k & permanent job position!! My hopes for this year is to be happy, healthy & take on new adventures! What about you?? ♥ ♫
thank you becky !! &these are really cool goals ^_^ mine are pretty much the same overall + sparing money for real (for a tattoo or a trip i’m still not sure, but really, learning to put money away) &work on photoshop more often!
blog compliment : BEST. MOBILE. THEME. EVER. i love your url so much &the content of your blog is always perfect (these pics of Matt... i cry ;_;). you’re also so good at writing fluff <333
the official angsty bucky playlist :
Woodkid - Iron
Bring Me The Horizon - It Never Ends
A Day To Remember - Reassemble
Chiodos - The Undertaker's Thirst for Revenge Is Unquenchable (The Final Battle)
