Levi X Hange - Blog Posts
📖 Lessons
Chapters: 1/3*
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Summary: Levihan, but make it a sort of student/teacher thing and age gap misunderstanding.
You can read it here on ao3
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When you try to edit something to post on ao3 and your fingers go on to write some other nonsense that is entirely unrelated to the former... well, I suppose we will just have to go with that, won't we?
(Rating is 'Teen and Up' and should not go beyond 'Mature' if it does veer from my draft... and I am laughing at myself because why does it feel like it's been ages since I wrote something that is SFW?)
*Chapter count might change because I have the inability to be succinct about anything in life.... also the main fic masterlist has been updated too.
Tales From The Ackerman Estate
Chapter 33: Untoward
A chance encounter and a revelation.
Link: AO3 (10k words)
Notes: My country is falling apart and we’re probably gonna die here, but anyway NEW CHAPTER ALERT! ⚠️
4 MORE CHAPTERS TO GO!
Click here if you want to read from the beginning: AO3
Synopsis: A young governess, Hange Zoe, is hired to teach Mikasa Ackerman, the young cousin and ward of the owner of the great Ackerman Estate in Trost, Levi Ackerman. Their bad impressions of each other alongside the polar opposite of their personalities shall make it impossible for mutual affection, and yet they inevitably find themselves to be dangerousl intertwined with each other. [Levihan Victorian Era AU]
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✦ Flash Fiction February (= four ficlets)
Chapters: 4/7 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Moblit Berner, Mike Zacharias, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Marie (Shingeki no Kyojin), Zeke Yeager, Azumabito Kiyomi Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, period au, war romance, backgroud war, kind of freedom fighters, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:
Levi Ackerman, a reserved playwright, never intended to fall for anyone, let alone Hange Zoë, a passionate soprano from Paradis. When she joins his theater troupe, their connection is undeniable, woven through stolen glances, whispered debates, and the shared language of art. But in a world where their futures are already written for them, love is the most dangerous script of all.
satsuki92 Levihan fanfic masterlist
I know the list is rudimentary at best, but I thought I'd at least compile it all in one place... if any of it interests you, happy reading and I hope you enjoy :)
And of course, please mind the rating and tags of each fic.
(updated on 26th May 2025)
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Multi-chaptered fics
📖 Lessons (read it on ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up | 9 chapters | Ongoing WIP
Summary:
Levi, is enrolled into some upskilling computer skills course, against his will. He hates every minute of it, until a new teacher takes over the classes, and well, everything doesn’t seem so bad after all.
- Levihan, but make it a sort of student/teacher thing and age gap misunderstanding.
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📖 if only for tonight (read it on ao3)
Rating: Explicit | 7 chapters | completed
Summary:
A modern AU, ‘friends’ to ‘friends with benefits’ to ‘lovers’ shenanigans, or, the both of them being dumb idiots about each other.
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📖 Save it for later (read it on ao3)
Rating: Explicit | 22 chapters | completed
Summary:
Levi and Hange somehow formed a friendship during their medical school days that only deepened and stayed well into adulthood. Now, as they enter their 40s, the age where everything (particularly) career-wise seemed to have fallen into place, was there anything else amiss in their lives?
It's a friends to lovers' story, but for two adults well past the rosy blush of youth.
**Ongoing translation in Chinese - Mandarin, by the very sweet Bbangae ❤️ also available on ao3 here
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series of one shots
📖 things that are wanted and desired (read on ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up to Mature | 3 one shots | ongoing
Summary:
A series of random one shots, set in the Attack on Titan world. Each fic is a standalone, not linear in timeline, and of course, diverges from canon (Hange lives)
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📖 Ippon! (read it on ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up | 3 one shots | ongoing
Summary:
AU where Levi and Hange are high-school students in a Japanese high school AU. Levi shows up to school just to hit his attendance requirement and is a Judo athlete, while Hange is our ever brilliant top student and budding horticulturist.
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📖 like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving (read it on ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up to Mature | 6 one shots | sort-of completed
Summary:
AU where Levi co-owns and runs a cafe with his university friends. Hange is the newcomer in town, stumbling into his cafe one day... and well, they fall for each other.
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Standalone one shots
📖 Love Actually (read it on ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary:
It's the holidays, and New Year’s Eve. And of course, Levi spends it with Hange.
Were they friends? Yes.
Did he like her as more than a friend? Yes.
Does she know? No.
And is he going to do anything about it? No.
Well until... a little leftover Christmas and New Year magic, helps him along.
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📖 War and Peace (read it on ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary:
In which, Hange is a nurse and Levi is a soldier.
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Moblit x Pieck rarepair fic; a side-story, set within the universe of 'if only for tonight'
📕 bad but sweet (read it on ao3)
Rating: Teen and Up | One-shot
Summary:
Everyone around him is either married, or dating... Far too reserved and never really knowing what to do with the opposite gender, Moblit doesn't think he'll ever get to experience his own sweet love story, and that's fine with Moblit whose life is fulfilling and rich in other ways.
Until, well... until, Pieck Finger.
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I guess you could call this a modern AU version of Levi and Hange. I've been dying to draw people hugging, and since anything turns into Levihan lately, this is what happened lol xD
(Reference is under the cut.)
I like how my chibi drawings are slowly turning into a little collection! I have a few ideas cooking to expand this bunch eventually, but I’d appreciate hearing more brilliant ideas and headcanons from my moots/oomfs 🥹 feel free to share your thoughts in replies or my ask box 💚💜
Whew! Can't believe it's been two whole years since that thing that happened didn't happen 🙂
Long Time No See
Day 2: Birds
Rating: G
Word Count: 1 579
Canon Divergence. Kind of angsty, post-rumbling oneshot where Hange and Levi are in different places. You're asking why Levi isn't in Marley but is back on Paradis Island? Well, it's more romantic to have an entire ocean between them. That's why haha. 🤓
The rays of sun that had been streaming through the window traveled the entire time Hange sat at her desk. Ten minutes into her task, the sun began to spill into the room, and half an hour later, the light was reflecting uncomfortably off her lenses.
There was only a small patch of light on her desk’s surface now, right next to her writing hand. She paused for a moment, running her finger over its uneven edges, making the circles smaller and smaller until she reached the centre.
Levi wouldn’t have liked this hot weather; she was certain of that. The temperatures always rose around noon and continued climbing in the afternoon sun, but she had already grown accustomed to everything feeling like a morgue. No one voluntarily set foot outside in the scorching heat, and having a siesta was a very common practice around here.
No, Levi definitely wouldn’t have liked this place.
Her current task of writing a letter to him wasn’t easy. It had been a long time since they'd last seen each other, and so much had happened. She longed to tell him everything—what she had seen, what she had experienced, and how much she missed him. More than she allowed herself to admit.
It took her several attempts, but eventually, she finished the letter - being torn between pouring out her heart to him and reassuring him that she was doing fine - and then packed away her writing things.
Hange had already visited the excavation site in the morning, and in a few hours, she was going to meet the archaeologists overseeing the current project. She had so many questions for them and was very excited—something she hadn’t hesitated to share with Levi, even though she knew he didn’t understand half of what she was saying.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, four-eyes,” was something he always used to say to her whenever she overwhelmed him with yet another gush of words. “But if it makes you happy, I’m okay.”
She knew what he meant. He had said it to her directly on the last day they’d spent together, about four months ago.
“I’ll be fine, stop thinking that I won’t be,” Levi had said to her after she had repeatedly asked him if he’d be alright. She had already shed a few silent tears, the prospect of not having him around for the unforeseen future already starting to feel heavy. But she also knew that she couldn’t stay; she had to see what was out there, had to absorb everything until her thirst for the world was exhausted.
When that would be, she didn’t know; she was going to take a trip back to Paradis Island in about eight months and see how things were then. What she did know was that her moment of going home hadn’t arrived yet. There were still things she needed to do.
“If you’re happy, then I’m happy. You need to understand that, idiot.” He always liked calling her that, but he brushed away a tear that had started to roll down her cheek with a tenderness that showed her what he truly meant. The following morning, she set out on her journey, always keeping those last exchanged words in mind.
A lot of things had happened since then.
In the evening, Hange stepped outside to the patio of the place she was staying and entered the makeshift loft she always set up at every new location. There was no postal service between Paradis Island and Marley, so she’d had to come up with another way to keep in touch with Levi.
Three grey birds sat on a bar in the wooden shelter, and as soon as they saw her, one flew onto her shoulder, cooing softly into her ear.
They were homing pigeons, already trained, which she had taken with her the day she left Paradis Island. Despite the ocean lying between them, they would always find their way back home, offering her a limited yet safe chance to reach out to Levi.
It was somewhat bittersweet, though, knowing he wouldn’t be able to send a letter in return. For the birds, home would always be the island, and that was the only place their instincts would lead them. There would be no way for her to learn how he was, or if he was doing alright. But in that moment, the thought that the letter would reach him was enough. For both of them.
“I don’t really write much anyway,” Levi had reassured her when she first shared the idea with him. “If I know what you’re up to, I’m good. So, you know… don’t hold yourself back. I’ll read everything.”
Hange poured a mixture of seeds and grains into the small feeding trough, holding up a handful to the pigeon still perched on her shoulder. Its feathers were soft and smooth as she gently stroked its chest, waiting for it to finish. The bird pecked at her now-empty hand before flying back to join its two companions at the trough.
In the evening, when she returned from her outing with the archaeologists, she rolled up the letter she had written and stuck it into a small tube. She screwed the lid to close it, making sure it sat firm, and then attached a cord to the roll.
Her fingers shook slightly as she looked down at the securely packed letter in her hands. What would his reaction be? Would it be a sign of hope for him, or would it bring memories and heavy thoughts? She didn’t know, and she probably never would. She wouldn’t be there when it reached him.
Overwhelmed by her seething emotions, she quickly pressed the roll to her forehead, closing her eyes. Please, let this reach you in good health, she thought, as if willing those words to imprint themselves onto the letter. Then, she lowered the roll to her mouth. “I miss you,” she whispered, pressing it softly against her lips.
When her hand hovered over her chest, she struggled to find the right words. Nothing seemed enough to express what she was feeling in that moment, so pressed the letter to her heart and took a deep breath, allowing herself to feel the weight of the emotions that flooded her.
The following morning, as soon as the sun rose, Hange went into the loft to feed the pigeons. She waited until Evangeline, the bird she had named and chosen as the first messenger, had finished her food before she eventually reached for her. Gently stroking its back and tickling its chest, the grey bird settled comfortably on her lap, twinkling its eyes.
“I’m gonna miss you, you know?” she said when the bird lifted its head and turned it around to her, its black eyes open again. “But you can be happy, because you’re finally going home.”
An hour later, Hange stood at the shore, clutching the pigeon close to her chest. It didn’t move, as if sensing the turmoil she was going through, waiting patiently. The breeze was fresh, ruffling both her hair and the bird’s plumage, and in the distance, she could hear the cries of a few seagulls.
She had taken off her shoes and rolled up her pant legs, wading a few steps into the water, trying to close the distance between Levi and herself. If everything went well, the pigeon would reach the other side of the sea in five hours, and another two before it found him.
“Tell him I’m okay, will you?” she murmured to the pigeon, lifting it in front of her face. It cocked its head, blinking a few times before letting out a coo that, to her, sounded something like yes.
She took this as a sign, giving the bird one last encouraging pat and making sure the small roll was securely fastened to its back. Then, she finally released it into the air, her heart caught between hope and a bittersweet ache as she watched it spread its wings with a soft rustle.
“Safe travels, Evangeline.”
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It was late afternoon by the time Levi made his way home. The wheels of his wheelchair ran smoothly over the levelled ground, making it easy for him to move forward. He was already looking forward to a good cup of tea and the newspaper he hadn’t been able to finish in the morning, and the ache in his muscles reminded him that he needed to take things a little slower now.
He had almost reached the front porch when a shadow suddenly fell over him. He looked up at the cloudless sky, squinting against the sun. A bird was flying back and forth above him, but it didn’t look like the eagle he had spotted a few days ago.
It flew closer, and to his surprise, it approached the loft next to their house—the one Hange had built a little over a year ago. His eyebrows shot up as the bird, which he could now identify as a pigeon, landed on the small platform at the top of the shelter before disappearing inside.
A small smile tugged at his lips as the realisation of what had just happened began to sink in. If he was being honest, he’d had his doubts—not about her skills, of course, but about the pigeon’s reliability. But it seemed that, after all, it had worked out.
“Long time no see, Hange.”
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Note: I am not a pigeon expert lol, but the internet told me its average flying speed is 80-95 kilometres/hour, and with the distance between Marley and Paradis Island apparently being 400 kilometres, and the assumption that Levi isn't living directly at the shore... that's where my numbers come from. I have no idea if it's realistic at all, but if it isn't... let's just call it creative freedom haha. I did learn a lot of homing pigeons today, we'll see if that knowledge might be useful some day 🕊
Found this paper drawn way back in July, 2024. The structure of it, in regards to the placement of some of the panels and their dialogue boxes, seemed really cool.
Chapters: 3/7 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Moblit Berner, Mike Zacharias, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Marie (Shingeki no Kyojin), Zeke Yeager, Azumabito Kiyomi Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, period au, war romance, backgroud war, kind of freedom fighters, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:
Levi Ackerman, a reserved playwright, never intended to fall for anyone, let alone Hange Zoë, a passionate soprano from Paradis. When she joins his theater troupe, their connection is undeniable, woven through stolen glances, whispered debates, and the shared language of art. But in a world where their futures are already written for them, love is the most dangerous script of all.
One day, Hange opened her eyes
Levi & Hange, the best buddy✨
I drew this 3 months ago and my wish came true...🥹💕
Levi & Hange, the best buddy✨
Levi & Hange💚💜
levihan kisses (￣。￣) click for better quality <3
I imagine whenever levi wants affection he just kind of glowers and tugs on hange’s jacket until she understands
A Conversation about the Sky (EreMika Fanfic)
Summary: Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head. He's here. He's here. He's here. He's really here. A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.
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Warning: Spoilers, Angst, Emotional hurt/comfort, Canonical Character death, References to Depression, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Making out.
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The back of a head is the first thing Mikasa sees after she opens her eyes and it takes her a moment before she can register that it is an unruly mess of brown hair on the head. It is too familiar, the shape of the head, the thin strands of the hair and how many times she has searched for this specific hair color in a sea of other colors. And she can just about imagine how it would look tied into a little ponytail as though it was a sixth sense in and of itself.
"Eren?"
She shouldn't say his name, because the figure in front of her could be anyone, but she does anyway.
The figure doesn't move an inch.
"Eren?"
His name rolling off of her tongue has always been a naturality on its own right but right now, it feels strange. As if she should have been calling his name all this time.
But didn't I?
Her arm lifts itself up, or maybe it is of her own accord, she doesn't know anything anymore, other than the fact that there is a sudden desire to touch this figure in front of her. To just have a feel of that hair, or cling onto those tattered-looking clothes, or even just a touch of the nape of his neck.
The figure is startled the moment her fingers come into contact with a little piece of his cloth, shoulders jerking up, and his body tenses up.
"Eren?" Mikasa's voice comes out as a whisper, but he nonetheless hears it. The way his ears perk up at the mention of his name remains the same, and she thinks it is as though he might get a command from someone any time now.
Please …
What? Please, what?
I don't know but please …
"Eren?" Her grip is on his arm now, too greedy for her own good but she must satisfy her hunger. She couldn't help it anymore, she has to see his face, so she twists him around and tries to locate those green as grass eyes of his until she realizes that she doesn't have to search. The pair of eyes are staring right down at her.
Mikasa is unable to open her mouth anymore so she leaves it be, her hands coming up to cover them and she can feel the slight tremble of her lips. Her thumb collects a tear that runs off on its own as a noise that sounds like a cry arose from somewhere. It isn't until later that she realizes it came from her own throat.
Those boyish facials she has spent her whole life looking after, taking care of the many scars and bruises it received due to his reckless habit of jumping face first into fights whether it concerned him or not, and the hair she remembers she based her own out of because it was the closest and only thing she could imagine that could guide the scissor in her hand, the mouth that cried out her name and it was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard.
Eren is here in flesh.
Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head.
He's here.
He's here.
He's here.
He's really here.
A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.
Mikasa is vaguely aware of her next movement: the wetness of her hands and cheeks is the first thing she notices but then she finds herself planting her hands all over his face, fingers crawling every nook and cranny, behind the ears, his scalp, under his jaw, half because she wants to make sure this isn't a cursed dream and half because there might be injuries hidden somewhere and she wants to be the one to treat it.
(To read more, go here.)