[SnK] LeviHan; 30 day challenge: angel/demon AU
day 04: angel/demon AU
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Pairing: Levi/Zoë Hange
Warnings: none
Word Count: 730
He wasn’t sure what twisted sense of humour led an agent of darkness to choose a name meaning life, but she was already Zoë by the time he had met her in Miletus. The spelling might have changed a few times during the thousands of years since then but it has well and truly stuck, just as the name Levi felt natural to him now.
It was planets this time.
"We saw them created," Levi reminded her when she paused for breath.
(Like water in a glass, if a formless entity inhabits a material shape, it moulds to the properties of that shape. In other words, they had long forgotten that they don't need to breathe.)
"We saw them form," Zoë corrects him. "And we assumed it was because they were created. But listen-"
It was impossible to say exactly how they’d stumbled onto the subject, but it was an old one, a path of conversation well-worn and comfortable to tread. Unsurprisingly, since his foe was the only angel to have Fallen out of intellectual curiosity. Combined with approximate immortality, the ability to manipulate matter on good days, and a general disregard for order and no scientific research in humankind’s lifespan avoided her notice for long. And then she’d find him and explain it all in excruciating detail. Levi wasn’t entirely convinced that this wasn’t Zoë’s way of fighting him.
The clock motioned them closer to midnight. Her gesturing was getting worryingly close to the wine. He moved the bottle out of harm’s way. It wasn’t a large apartment, and her voice filled it. Zoë drowned out the drunken brawl from outside the open window and even the buzzing noise that no amount of angelic interference could stop his fridge making.
Upstairs, Levi had some vacuous title attached to his real name. It had been awarded a long time ago, for services in the battle for Heaven. Since then he had killed more demons than any other soldier and been branded “a saviour of humanity” in return. That was before he had journeyed to Greece, before the first time he met someone that was genuinely interested in humans. Not just for the sake of the eternal war, but as if they were worth understanding and nurturing. This was the one demon he couldn’t kill, and she had just knocked over his table.
It fixed itself at a glare from Levi. The wings were the problem. Zoë’s wings were always restless when manifested, huge and scruffy and forever bumping into things. He tried not to think too hard about pinning them down and preening them; feeling the connection that angels can only have with each other. (Because Zoë still was an angel, underneath the burning rage and broken heart that every demon possessed.) Despite the innocence in this desire, it created a frustratingly human response.
The last thing Levi needed was attention from above. Monsters and miracles were a thing of the past. Fighting was held on a much larger scale, but behind closed doors. Politics had never been Levi’s field of choice, and increasingly soldiers like him were becoming obsolete. It was all bureaucracy now. He wasn't supposed to care about their tiny flickering individual lives, but he can’t help feeling sorry for the poor bastards with the management taking over.
It all made sharing a room with a demon intent on convincing him of the non-existence of god a precarious position to be in. Sometimes Levi wondered how far down the drop would be.
A car alarm cut through the viscous heat.
Soft enough to be tickling, a touch against his side guided Levi out a labyrinth of thought. Zoë pushed her glasses back up her nose and the wailing on the street ceased. She gave Levi a questioning smile, her wing still pressed reassuringly against him. Whether to spread his own or rub his face into her feathers, Levi quelled his impulses and nudged her away.
There were still things he could defend humanity from; he hadn’t lost purpose yet.
Always quick to interpret his mood, Zoë continued from where she had left off, vigorous in her delight for stabilising wormholes as she poured Levi another glass of wine. A new day was born in darkness, but she continued as bright and alive as ever before.
Levi had the most natural emotion of an angel to stay for.
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Pairing: Levi/Zoë Hange
Warnings: none
Word Count: 730
He wasn’t sure what twisted sense of humour led an agent of darkness to choose a name meaning life, but she was already Zoë by the time he had met her in Miletus. The spelling might have changed a few times during the thousands of years since then but it has well and truly stuck, just as the name Levi felt natural to him now.
It was planets this time.
"We saw them created," Levi reminded her when she paused for breath.
(Like water in a glass, if a formless entity inhabits a material shape, it moulds to the properties of that shape. In other words, they had long forgotten that they don't need to breathe.)
"We saw them form," Zoë corrects him. "And we assumed it was because they were created. But listen-"
It was impossible to say exactly how they’d stumbled onto the subject, but it was an old one, a path of conversation well-worn and comfortable to tread. Unsurprisingly, since his foe was the only angel to have Fallen out of intellectual curiosity. Combined with approximate immortality, the ability to manipulate matter on good days, and a general disregard for order and no scientific research in humankind’s lifespan avoided her notice for long. And then she’d find him and explain it all in excruciating detail. Levi wasn’t entirely convinced that this wasn’t Zoë’s way of fighting him.
The clock motioned them closer to midnight. Her gesturing was getting worryingly close to the wine. He moved the bottle out of harm’s way. It wasn’t a large apartment, and her voice filled it. Zoë drowned out the drunken brawl from outside the open window and even the buzzing noise that no amount of angelic interference could stop his fridge making.
Upstairs, Levi had some vacuous title attached to his real name. It had been awarded a long time ago, for services in the battle for Heaven. Since then he had killed more demons than any other soldier and been branded “a saviour of humanity” in return. That was before he had journeyed to Greece, before the first time he met someone that was genuinely interested in humans. Not just for the sake of the eternal war, but as if they were worth understanding and nurturing. This was the one demon he couldn’t kill, and she had just knocked over his table.
It fixed itself at a glare from Levi. The wings were the problem. Zoë’s wings were always restless when manifested, huge and scruffy and forever bumping into things. He tried not to think too hard about pinning them down and preening them; feeling the connection that angels can only have with each other. (Because Zoë still was an angel, underneath the burning rage and broken heart that every demon possessed.) Despite the innocence in this desire, it created a frustratingly human response.
The last thing Levi needed was attention from above. Monsters and miracles were a thing of the past. Fighting was held on a much larger scale, but behind closed doors. Politics had never been Levi’s field of choice, and increasingly soldiers like him were becoming obsolete. It was all bureaucracy now. He wasn't supposed to care about their tiny flickering individual lives, but he can’t help feeling sorry for the poor bastards with the management taking over.
It all made sharing a room with a demon intent on convincing him of the non-existence of god a precarious position to be in. Sometimes Levi wondered how far down the drop would be.
A car alarm cut through the viscous heat.
Soft enough to be tickling, a touch against his side guided Levi out a labyrinth of thought. Zoë pushed her glasses back up her nose and the wailing on the street ceased. She gave Levi a questioning smile, her wing still pressed reassuringly against him. Whether to spread his own or rub his face into her feathers, Levi quelled his impulses and nudged her away.
There were still things he could defend humanity from; he hadn’t lost purpose yet.
Always quick to interpret his mood, Zoë continued from where she had left off, vigorous in her delight for stabilising wormholes as she poured Levi another glass of wine. A new day was born in darkness, but she continued as bright and alive as ever before.
Levi had the most natural emotion of an angel to stay for.