Do you have any headcanons about an au Levihan reunion scene where Zeke never blew himself up and Levi has to fight off the Yeagerists to get to Hange? 🥺🙏
wow anon... this... this was a lot. well, here ya go!
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Levi struggled to catch his breath, and leaned on a nearby tree for support. He was inches away from killing Zeke, who by some stroke of luck, got away, and the pain of failing at his promise to Erwin once again fell heavily upon his shoulders. He was out of thunderspears, blades were all broken, and only his ODM gear was spared. He wasn’t sure what his next move was, but the only thing on his mind was his comrades’ safety. He had no idea where the 104th kids were, nor Hange. With this turn of events, he had no doubt they had ran into trouble, all he could do was hold onto hope that they were all still alive. But by some miracle, he received an answer to one of his questions right then and there.
Yelling sounded from right outside the forest foliage, and he stumbled towards the sound. He peered through the leaves to see a group of people in familiar green hoods, one standing over a limp body. The figure kicked at it, and its blood-stained hand fell lifeless to its side.
“Where is Zeke?” the man yelled, uncovering his head to unveil a mess of hair—Floch. The body didn’t answer. In anger, Floch pulled up the body by its collar, its hood falling over to reveal a mess of hair, a mix of deep red and...brown?
Levi couldn’t remember what happened next, all he felt was rage, a fire tickling every inch of his body, clouds of anger blinding his vision. All that was left of the scene was the Yaegerists unconscious and tied up on the sopping wet grass as the rain showered hate over their bodies.
Levi dashed into the forest, Hange propped up on his back. He constantly shifted his right shoulder upwards to keep her limp head from sliding over. He ran and ran until he felt they reached a safe distance. “Just a little farther,” he thought, when suddenly, he left the steady puffs of breath against his neck cease.
No.
In a panic he gently laid Hange onto the soft grass beneath them, observing the unnatural stillness of her chest. Once again he couldn’t remember what happened next, only the sense of fear and his hands desperately pumping chest compressions over the one person he cared about the most.
He only came to his senses once Hange coughed out and inhaled, and felt life coursing through her veins. He lifted Hange’s head and cradled it in his arms, and hugged her close, feeling her heart beat strongly against him. He felt her stir, and mumble incoherently, and naturally, he told her to shut up and save her energy.
“Attempting to leave this world without me, huh? Try again, four-eyes.”
Her eyes remained closed, but a weak smile appeared on her lips, and her hand lightly squeezed his arm—wordless gestures that Levi understood because he knew her that well. Hange was alive, barely holding on and toeing the line to the other side, but yes, alive. He held onto her as though his life depended on it, and let his tears fall over her, washing away the dirt and blood clinging onto her skin. All that mattered right now was that she was safe, and in his arms, this bittersweet reunion stretching for what felt like hours. He would never let go, and he would never let anyone hurt her again.
