"Well? What does it say?"
"I know you're feeling shitty..."
"I am being tortured by the non-existent gods."
"Yeah, but it's barely 37°C."
*groan*
Hi sweeties...I'm sick so some Sicklock for you. Be well my Bubbles <3<3
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Hiya moose!
I am craving for some cozy levihan where Levi thinks to himself how lucky he is to have Hange besides him and him getting extra wuggly cuddly. Hehe.
Lazy mornings just like this are Levi's favorite.
The quietest moment of the quiet days when he knows he's not needed elsewhere - there is no meeting he has to attend, no report to write, no training to oversee, no expedition to prepare to.
The world outside fades to the background, ceases to exist altogether, and what's left is only Levi, his warm and cozy bed, the fluffy blanket that he spent half of his salary to purchase and since then not once regretted doing so, the rare rays of sunshine filtering through heavy curtains, and, most importantly, a person that he's sharing all of it with.
Levi slightly shifts, peeking at them beneath half-lidded eyes. He watches how the rhytmic raise and fall of their chest, listens to the quiet snores that at some nights seem obnoxious, but right now, he finds them utterly adorable, raises a hand to sweep away the bangs that get in their face.
Hange is beautiful, even if they haven't showered for days at end, even with eyes bloodshot and face pale from exhaustion, even covered in grime and blood, they're always beautiful to Levi. But this Hange - relaxed and at peace, and so warm in his hands - is the one he loves to look at the most.
He's probably the only one who had seen them like this. He's the sole bearer of the sacred knowledge that they sleep with their mouth slightly open, that they take up too much space in bed, that at nights they tuss and turn, but in the mornings always end up in his arms somehow.
It's in the mornings such as this that Levi lets himself wonder how he got so damn lucky.
Despite his mighty title of humanity's strongest soldier and his performance during expeditions, he knows he's not a match to Hange, not really. They're brilliant in ways he can't even comprehend, and they're kind in ways that always catch him off-guard.
And Hange is so many other things too. They're funny and sometimes sweet, they're strong and so, so brave, and it's in the moments like this one, where there is no danger, no threat looming over their future that Levi asks himself what they've found in him.
They must have found something, otherwise why would they be in his bed right now? Why would they pick him out of literally everybody else?
There must be a reason, a far deeper one than his fighting skills that Hange can gush about for hours on end, or his dry humor that seems to endlessly amuse them, or his face and body that, when they're alone, Hange can't stop complimenting.
There must be something unique about him, something that Hange's brilliant mind picked up on and their incredibly kind heart decided to embrace. But that, Levi decides, is a conversation meant for long and cold nights, not lazy and warm mornings.
"You're staring like a creep, you know?" Hange whispers, catching him off guard. He didn't even notice that they have woken up. "Can't get enough of my handsome face, eh?"
"Can't understand how I got involved with a nuisance like you," he retorts and instantly chastices himself for it. It's not what he meant to say, it's what he was thinking at all, but Hange - brilliant, kind Hange - sees right through him, knowing better than anyone that in moments such as this one - what his mouth says and he actually feels are two very different things.
They snuggle closer to him, placing a head onto his chest and mumble, still a bit sleepy and so, so cute, "And yet you love that nuisance."
Levi kisses the crown of their head and for once - makes an effort to be honest, "That I do," he confesses softly.
Hange looks up at him, meets his eyes and gives him a smile so gentle that it snatches all breath out of his lungs.
He pulls them closer, eager to taste that smile on his lips.
The kiss is soft at first, nearly chaste, but Levi knows it'll grow much more heated, that much more passionate soon.
Lazy morning like this one, after all, are only meant for love making and joy.
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