#Hange

[namism]

someone like you | hange zoë

➳ categories: canonverse, commander hange, female queen reader, forbidden love, you are not in love with ymir

➳ word count: 2.7k

➳ summary: What does one do when faced with a romantic encounter with the Queen? For the 14th Commander of the Survey Corps, it borders between eternal punishment and professionalism.

➳ notes: i wrote this a looong time ago and it's lowkey ass, but maybe someone would like it?? let me know if you write your own version and i'd be more than happy to read it!

➳ cross-posted on ao3

When the Survey Corps returned from the operation to reclaim Wall Maria, there were only nine of them left.

One of which was Eren, the Intelligent Titan, the one who could turn into a 15-meter Titan with a small wound that would trigger the transformation. Eren's survival was to be expected. The others, not so much. Apart from Eren, you expected just the usual: Captain Levi, your friends from the 104th Training Corps, Commander Erwin—

Commander Erwin did not survive.

A moment of silence was shared between you and Zackly, who broke the news in private after meeting the remnants of the Survey Corps. You were told that the Commander was temporarily laid to rest somewhere in Shiganshina District until a cleanup crew could be dispatched in the area. As sickening as it was, you stomached the grueling outcomes of the battle and thanked the Walls for sparing your friends of mortal injuries.

Six days after the Survey Corps' return, you and Zackly meet Captain Levi and Hange Zoë, the newly appointed Commander. Zackly deemed it important to send your regards to them, which you had no worries of. If anything, you were elated to do as told.

In a small conference room by Zackly's office, you sit at the head of the table as he sits to your left. The Scouts follow soon afterward, positioning themselves to your right while they help themselves with cups of black tea. Zackly leads the conversation while you listen, deciding it best to keep to yourself rather than to add another voice in their exchange.

Occasionally, you would catch yourself looking at Hange—rather, Commander Hange—for a few seconds too long deemed socially appropriate for the Queen. You have no business looking at the Commander the way you do, as they are nothing more than someone who serves you, but alas, you can't keep lying to yourself.

The heart wants what it wants. At present, your heart wants Commander Hange to have more time to themselves as they recover from the injuries they sustained during the operation. You observe their bruised knuckles, scratched skin, and the fresh bandages that wrap around the left side of their face. When Zackly spoke of Commander Erwin's death and the huge losses of the regiment, he forgot to mention that the Commander's replacement was not in mint condition either. Hange had damaged their eye in an explosion caused by the Colossal Titan's transformation, and even after a few days of healing and regular medical checkups, there seems to be no hope in redeeming their sight.

Zackly asks you a question, to which you respond with a brief answer. You feel the Commander's eyes on you as you speak, innocent eye watching as they listen to your words.

It pleases you to be of importance to the military. Not just anyone can speak with the Commander up close and grab their full attention.

Sipping your tea, a small smile breaks on your lips.

So much for being the Queen.

Your yearning had always been kept at simple glances and courteous greetings with the new Commander, who didn't even know your name until the Scouts discovered your royal lineage. You had developed a liking toward Hange when you shared private conversations about your life in hiding while the Scouts slept soundly in their quarters. In the dead of night, accompanied by a dim candlelight and a warm cup of coffee, you recalled your childhood memories one by one, guided by Hange and their soothing tone.

They called it an interview, but you called it a chat. With Hange, you felt safe. It was a discussion like no other, something that you never had with anyone else, not even Ymir whom you shared plenty of your life stories with.

Hange respected you. They listened to your every word without interruption. Perhaps they only did as such because they ultimately wanted information on the royal family, but you believe otherwise. Hange showed compassion for your tales, and chatting for several nights together brought about a different feeling entirely.

As the 104th's darling, many listened to you in exchange for your attention. It felt sickening at one point. None of it felt genuine. The misery of dealing with that hollowness eventually translated to your attraction toward Hange's appeal. Their ability to listen just because they wanted to made them particularly endearing, so every moment with them soon afterward felt more enjoyable.

To your misfortune, it's a love that could never be. Hange is experienced, occupied, and busy with anything but love. You're of legal age, but Hange is far older. The chances of scoring were low to begin with, and they slimmed down even further when you became Queen.

You shake your head.

No use in crying over it now. Your fate has been determined the moment you wore the crown.

Hange will stay as Commander, and you will stay as Queen.

"You're up."

Upon Zackly's call, you stand up from your throne to begin the commemoration. An army of MPs and Garrison officers stand in rows in the grand hall as the nine brave survivors of the Survey Corps kneel at your presence.

You summon the bearer with a wave of your hand. She emerges with a cushioned box of bolo ties, each one reflecting the wings of freedom on its green casing.

It's a ceremony in the Survey Corps' honor, in the survivors' and casualties' alike. You are to grant each one with a tie of their own as part of the commemoration, and they are to kiss your hand, as tradition calls it.

They are to kiss your hand.

It's nothing new. Your royal hand has been kissed by many others in the past as a courtesy, including the late Commander Erwin, who claimed the first kiss at your coronation. Tradition dictates that your right hand be kissed in favor of any other as it is the same one used in the military salute, while your left remains pure, untouched.

As you stand ahead of the one person you had been dying to interact with, however, you wonder if it would be so bad to bend the rules a bit.

A sly smile forces itself on your lips, but you restrain it with a bite on your tongue. The bearer holds the bolo ties to your height and bows her head. You grab the first tie, one hand on the cord and the other on the green ornament.

As you turn to the Scouts, you observe the new Commander who falls first in line. With one hand on their chest and their head tilted downward, it's difficult to see their face. They appear much healthier than before, their bruises and scratches having healed after two weeks of rest. Their eye injury, however, not so much. They wear fresh bandaging over their head, but you heard from Zackly that their healing has come a long way.

You walk toward Hange. When they sense you in close proximity, they look up momentarily before averting their gaze to the ground.

If it were any other day without hundreds of pairs of eyes watching your every move, you would have grinned with joy. Alas, duty calls for discipline, so you grant Hange their tie and secure it on their collar.

Soon afterward, they tilt their head upward. The Commander reaches for your hand, but you abruptly offer your left.

They glance at you in confusion, but they don't question it. The Commander takes your left hand in theirs, and with a gentle tug, they bring your soft skin to their lips.

Your heart bursts into flames, a shudder passing through your body. Hange kisses your hand longer than expected, which triggers a panicked reaction in your head. When they pull away, you retract your hand under your cloak, the feel of their lips lingering on your hand.

When you grab the next bolo tie, you smile to yourself discreetly.

The ceremony fades to the back of your head like a distant memory as time passes. Before you know it, a few years have passed since then and you have grown more accustomed with the Commander, who oftentimes visits Mitras when they are summoned by Zackly or the court.

Fleeting memories aside, if there was one thing you would remember for the rest of your life, it would be Hange's feathered kiss on your hand. Nothing could erase that from your head; it's been eternally etched onto your memory. When no one is looking and you're left with your deepest thoughts, you catch yourself swiping your hand over the patch of skin that they had kissed. Your longing dies down a bit when you realize how stupid you could be to yearn for someone this much, but your liking for the Commander returns a few days later and it repeats like a never-ending cycle.

But when Zackly tells you of the Survey Corps' expedition to Marley, you find a shimmer of hope in getting over your foolish feelings.

The Scouts are to be sent away from Paradis Island for a month, perhaps longer, to conduct an overseas expedition of some sort on Marleyan grounds. It should give you enough time to forget about the Commander and busy yourself with more important things. Maybe you could tend to the orphanage while they're gone.

Frankly, it upsets you to a degree but it also eases your mind to have some time to yourself without Commander Hange's presence interrupting your healing process every few days. The plan is nothing but clever.

On the day of the Survey Corps' departure, you are invited to the harbor with your entourage. As you wait for the Azumabito engineers to board, you are told to take shelter in a nearby building.

To your surprise, the Commander themselves walk in.

"I was told that you would be here," Hange chirps, a smile dancing on their lips as the door closes behind them.

They look different—almost unrecognizable, but more stunning than ever. A long coat drapes over a tailored brown suit, paired with a crimson vest and a crisp white blouse barely visible beneath the fastened buttons. Atop their head rests a stylish hat, which they remove with a graceful motion, bowing low in a gesture of greeting that feels both formal and unexpectedly personal.

You nod to your escorts and they shuffle out of the room.

"I could have met you outside, Commander," you remark once the door closes, breaking the silence. "Zackly must be nearby. I'll call for him."

"No need." Hange waves a hand dismissively as they approach your seat with purposeful strides. "I ran into him on my way here. Besides, I wanted to say goodbye before we depart."

They wait for you to lend your hand for a kiss, but you don't offer it.

"(Y/N)?"

Your chest tightens. They haven't addressed you as such in so long.

"Your hand?" Hange asks. "What's the matter?"

They step closer. The Commander crouches to level themselves with your hand, trying to find any sign on your face that could hint at your predicament. They're left clueless when you remain unresponsive.

"I suppose I can't force the Queen, but I also can't leave without her order," they joke.

Silence falls between you. Hange looks at you, bewildered. You bravely look back.

"I know."

Their ears perk up.

"Sorry. Will you kiss me now, Commander?"

Hange's nervous laugh breaks the silence. Avoiding your gaze, they look at the ground with quivering irises as they surmise the best response to your request.

"Of course!" they respond, albeit shakily. Gently, they reach for your right hand to kiss it as they curse themselves silently for thinking of any malicious intent behind your statement.

Yet you withdraw your hand to your side, prompting Hange to stop.

"Uh"—they laugh nervously yet again—"may I have your hand?"

No response.

Hange reaches out again. They lay their hand on top of yours.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Kissing you?" Hange replies with a questioning tone. Their eyebrows furrow when you gaze at them firmly. You seem unhappy by their gestures and they're unsure why.

Confusion flickers across their face.

Unless...

"You meant something else, didn't you?"

You lower your head, and Hange feels a glint of satisfaction at getting a reaction out of you. Nonetheless, they stay confused. It was a bluff. Hange doesn't actually understand what you want.

"My Queen, if you could give me your hand now, then I can give it to you right after," they press on.

"You would not."

"Yes, I would!"

"Is that so?" you challenge. "I doubt you would want to kiss me like that, Commander."

Hange falls silent. The gears in their head turn slowly as they connect the dots.

Your order was unexpected—so you meant it in that way.

They clear their throat.

"They would have my head for that, no matter whose orders I followed," they say with a resigned edge, voice just above a whisper. Your gaze drops, but their tone softens in understanding. "Still, I think there might be… a way around it."

Hange's calloused hand slowly wraps around your right, and with a gentle motion, they bring your hand to level with their lips. Brown eye locked with yours, you feel their hot breath fan on your skin as they breathe out evenly.

A kiss—that's what Hange wants to do. Anything other than a courtesy kiss on your royal hand and they would be condemned to eternal damnation. Your eyes flit in between their brown eye and your hand, but at the last second, you retract your arm.

"No," you breathe out.

Hange is muddled. They assumed this was an appropriate alternative.

"The left, Commander. Not my right."

You bring your left hand to Hange's lips. Clutching your soft skin, a memory fleets by and they remember the same bewilderment that dawned on them a few years ago.

"I see, my Queen."

They fight back a smirk as they understand the rationale of your actions. Hange is astounded that they had only realized years later.

"My, I feel like a fool for not noticing... Well, do your escorts kiss you farewell on this hand, too?"

You purse your lips, deciding to remain silent.

"They don't, do they?

The Commander brings your hand to their cheek. With a tilt of their head, they caress their face with the back of your hand, smooth skin gliding over theirs.

You exhale shakily.

"No one is allowed to touch the Queen until she initiates," they whisper. "No one is allowed to kiss her beyond the orders of tradition."

They bring the back of your hand to the corner of their lips.

"I'm playing with fire, but I can't seem to stop. Will you stop me?"

Hange's brown eye locks with yours, and for a moment, you imagine the best of outcomes. The Commander follows the Queen's word. A one-word answer would change everything for better or for worse.

You decide swiftly.

"No, I will not."

Hange glides their thumb softly across your palm, their touch warm and deliberate. With a fluid motion, they bring your left hand to their lips, brushing a tender kiss against your skin as their entrancing stare holds yours. The kiss lingers, unhurried, as if to etch the moment into your senses.

Then, their lips trail to your ring finger, pressing another gentle kiss before they finally pull away, leaving a warmth that seems to linger in the air between you.

"It was a pleasure speaking with the Queen. I shall see you in a month."

As Hange leaves, you think about their gestures. They replay in your head even as the Commander boards the Azumabito ship, ready to sail to foreign lands.

You stare into the distance until a knock sounds on the door. Zackly asks for your presence on the dock, but his orders go unnoticed as you drown out all noises under the trance that the Commander has put you in.

A few hours after their departure, Hange's mind drifts back to their actions. Foolish—that much is obvious. If anyone found out what they'd done, the consequences would be nothing short of hellish. But even so, they wouldn't change a thing.

After all, if trouble came knocking, they'd have an entire month to figure out how to deal with it.

[nadaboodraws]

Reunited.

[flufe]

'maybe we should just live here together'

[rivai-hana]

Still i want this type of ending in aot 😭

I wish if isayama changed some endings

[ponderingmoonlight]

Levi being separated from his wife for years after joining the scouts but finding his way back to her

Pairing: husband!Levi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,7k

Synopsis: Just before Erwin was about to catch you in the underground city, Levi begs you to stay behind and promises to return. Years pass, years in which he never reached out once. Until an unexptected visitor knocks on your door.

Warnings: heavy angst to comfort, the last part is not proofread so have mercy, please let me know what you think as this is the second aot fanfic I'm posting <3

Tags: @lees-chaotic-brain @sanicsmut @levislegislation

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You move with almost frightening speed around the countless buildings, escaping the hands of the blonde male behind you by razor’s edge. Why the hell are the survey corps so much stronger than the military police? So skilled with the 3D manoeuvre gear that it’s almost scary, haunting after you so fast that it’s getting harder and harder to escape their grasps. But everything is going according to plan, right? You need to get yourself caught, you need to join the survey crops, you-

“Move to the left. Just keep going and don’t look back. You are skilled enough to escape them alone.”

Your glossy eyes dart towards your husband in disbelief. No, he can’t be serious about what he just said. That would mean…

“But we’ll get separated”, you argue.

Levi is fully aware of what he’s asking from you. But given the neck-breaking speed and the skills of the people behind you, the risk of getting caught is greater than the benefit of staying together. And that man…Even though he promised you the world, Levi could tell by the sound of his voice that he isn’t trustworthy. He might go to hell, he might die in the process, but you.

There is absolutely no way in hell he’ll risk your life.

At least you’d be safe, even if it means he’ll be away from you for some time.  

“I never intended on taking you with me, (y/n). If we’ll get separated, I will come and find you here. I promise.”

His words don’t make any sense while you shake your head in mistrust. But you agreed on going together, all four of you. Why would you stay behind, why would he even suggest something like that?

“(y/n), I don’t want to lose you because of a mission. Please, move left.”

You don’t know what to do, mind completely clouded by anger, fear and uncertainty. You would trust your husband with everything, laying your life right into his hands. But this? This means you might never see again, this means he’ll leave you here for who knows how long, this means your husband could lose his life for freedom.

“But what if I lose you?”

“You will never lose me. I promise I’ll come back to you, just trust me with this one. I love you, (y/n).”

You take a deep breath, the next intersection coming closer and closer. It’s time to make a decision.

Will you move left like Levi begged you to or will you move right and followi him like you initially planned?  

With a load of gas you propel yourself past a building, moving with horrendous speed down the tight side streets of the underground.

One last glance. One last glance into the eyes of the man who is the only light in your life, one last glance into the cold blue eyes of the man who is now chasing after him.

“You better come back to me, Levi Ackerman”, you mutter to yourself while holding back bitter tears.

-a few years later-

“Take it or leave it. I will find someone else who’ll buy it.”

“Are you up on sale too?”

That’s enough. With a swift motion, you pierce through the man’s dirty hand with your knife before turning around and leaving his house in company of his pathetic screams.

It’s been years. Years since Levi go taken away from you by that blonde man with blue eyes, years since he promised that he’ll come back.

But he never did. With fast and skilled motions, you swing around, making your way back home before the military police starts getting on your nerves again.

Everything seems so cold since he left. Your worn-down house, the bed you used to share, your whole fucking life. Who knows what happened after they got caught. Are all of them still alive? Maybe something went wrong, maybe they die-

No. You shake your head vehemently. This is simply not possible. Levi Ackerman would never die through the hands of a titan, let alone a member of the survey corps. That’s absolutely impossible, unbelievable to say the least. Maybe he started a new life on the surface with his friends, lying under the sun right now while eating the most exquisite food.

Good for him. If you weren’t still stuck in this hell.

A few harsh knocks on the door rip you out of your dreams.

“Who the hell is this?”, you grumble to yourself.

You don’t expect any visitors today. To be exact, you never expected anyone to visit you. So who could this be? The man you threatened before? The military police officers you stole from? Whatever, you will figure it out somehow.

But when you open the door, you aren’t greeted by the face of a disgusting officer. No, you stare right into ice-blue eyes.

“When will you finally let me get her?”

He missed you every single day since you parted your way back then in the underground city. How are you? What are you doing? Are you even alive? Levi’s hands clenched into fist just by the thought of it. Countless lonely night that felt so empty without you by his side, countless people he lost during the process. If you knew what happened…

“Is a woman really that important to you? She must be someone really special if you’re still asking about her”, Erwin commented, staring at the captain sitting in front of him with eagle eyes.

Yes, he does remember you. The girl who took the left path back then, the only one him and his squad weren’t able to catch.

“She is my wife. If you don’t allow me to get her, I will quit my service”, Levi suddenly barked at his commander.

How unexpected. Even though Erwin could tell that you’ve meant something to him when he decided to leave you in the underground city, he never thought his relations to you would go that deep.

“Fine, if that’s what you wish I’ll go and escort her.”

“I will get her myself-“

“You have a job to do, remember? I will take Moblit with me, it shouldn’t take long, given she cooperates.”

Did he even have a choice? One look into Erwin’s face showed him more than urgent that this is nothing to be discussed. And even though he hates to admit it, somehow Erwin is right. These brats were unpredictable, along with Hange.

“Fine”, Levi finally grumbled.

As long as you’ll finally be back in his arms, he won’t complain.

“You”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your whole body begins to tremble in thick rage, eyes darting right through his spoiled soul. His eyes haunted you in your dreams, how he talked to your husband back then, how they pushed his gorgeous face into the dirt. You will never forgive him. No, nothing in the world could make you forgive the blonde man in front of you who stole your life away from you so cruel.

“Where is Levi?”

“Maybe if you calm down-“

“SHUT UP”, you immediately interrupt the other man behind him.

“You will pay for all these fucking years I had to live without him. You will pay for every sleepless night, for every tear that I cried. You will pay with your own pathetic life!”

With a swift motion, you lower the knife out of your sleeve, ready to hit his carotid artery with full force.

Until you suddenly fall to the ground, the last thing you are able to see being this asshole’s boots before everything turns black…

“I…hate…y-“

Silence, darkness, nothingness.

“You didn’t have to hit her this hard. Levi will definitely make you pay for punching his wife”, Erwin comments dryly before gently lifting your numb body over his shoulder.

“His wife, huh? No wonder she’s so feisty, what a pain in the ass”, Moblit remarks.

“I understand her anger. After all, I hid her husband for multiple years from her. Let’s see how she acts when she wakes up…”

-back at the base camp-

“Who’s this woman?”, Eren mumbles into his best friend’s ear, staring at the lifeless female body laying in front of Erwin’s feet.

“They just came back with her. But nobody seems to know who she is”, Armin clarifies.

Everything hurts. Your back, your head, your limbs feel like falling off every second. You feel like hit by a horse…Did the military police catch you? Did someone come for you? Impossible…

You rub your head, lids blinking against the harsh light. Where the hell are you? And why is it so damn bright here? This definitely isn’t the candle in the middle of your bedroom.

You lift your trembling limbs off the ground, groaning when a new wave of nausea rolls over you. God, why do you feel so bad? You can’t even remember what happened last. You were at the underground, you made a deal with that asshole, you returned home, it knocked.

It knocked.

Your eyes widen in pure horror when his face lights up in your head. He. He was there. The man who stole your life from you, the man who took your husband with him.

“I’m glad you’re awake, he should return every minute-“

“You.”

Your eyes roam around without an aim until his cold blue eyes meet yours.

“You took everything from me!” you scream on top of your lungs.

The air around you heats up immediately, all the voices quieting down in an instant when your trembling index finger darts towards commander Erwin Smith.

“You took my life from me, you stole my husband and now you kidnap me! I’ve had enough, you’ll pay for all your sins, for how miserable you made my life! Do you know how many lonely nights I begged for him to return, that I even started praying for him to come back home to me? You promised freedom but caged me to the underground in my hopeless dream of him returning someday!”

Again, you shoot towards him with your knife in your hand. Fuck, you hate the way hot tears start to sting in your eyes and take your sight, but you can’t help yourself. This man in front of you is the epitome of living hell, the reason you suffered all these goddamn years. You aim for his neck, ready to slice him open like a fish along with a toe-curling scream that escapes your trembling lips.

“Don’t.”

The sheer force of a pair of fingers wrapped around your wrist is enough to make you stop. This almost sounded like…

“Levi.”

“I have to explain all this to you calmly. Please put down your knife, (y/n).”

“You have some fucking nerve”, you mutter under your breath, eyes darting towards him for the first time in years.

He looks just like you remember him, figure roaming over you for a few inches, eyes as calm as the ocean, hair neatly trimmed. Yes, he is just as attractive as you remembered.

And alive.

And this is the first time you see him, after so many years.

“Where have you been all this time, huh?”, you cry out.

You free yourself out of his grasp, now storming towards him.

“What about the promise you made back then, that you’ll return to me?”

Your hands push against his firm chest harshly, fists slamming over and over against his tight muscles while all he does is standing there.

“You left me without saying goodbye, without even thinking about me twice. Do you know how much I cried that day, how much I missed my fucking husband?”

Tears stream down your face like a waterfall, voice so hoarse that it’s hard to cough out a single word that makes sense.

“Why didn’t you come back? Why did you leave me in the dark? Why-“

He can’t hold back any longer. Before you continue your ramblings, before you are able to hit him again, Levi wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. God, how much he missed this, how much he missed the simplicity of holding his wife in his arms.

“I love you, (y/n)”, he breathes against your ear.

You see stars, feel like fainting, want to push him away while all you want is to be held at the same time. Countless nights you imagined what it would be like to meet him again, countless nights you pondered about his life, where he might live, what he is doing.

And now he’s standing in front of you, pressing you tightly against his firm body while all you can do is break down and cry in his inviting arms.

“Back then, I have asked you to move left because I feared what lies behind the walls. And I was right, (y/n). The things I saw, the countless lives the titans took. Isabel and Furan, they… They died on our first expedition. It wasn’t safe to drag you into this world. Even if I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms again, I figured it would be easier to know you live as far away from the titans and me than being in danger…”

“You idiot”, you spit into the face you learned to love long ago.

“I would rather die by your side than live alone at the safest place. Don’t you understand that all I wanted was to be with you?”

Your words echo through his mind, the past years replaying themselves in front of his eyes like a movie. It’s been so damn long. He should have asked about getting you sooner, he should have moved hell and earth to get you out of the underground.

“I’m sorry about all those years, (y/n). You were the only thing on my mind this whole time, I was longing for your touch, for your presence. I wrote a list of things I want to show you. I know how much I’m asking for, but please forgive me, please be by my side right here and now.”

Is it really this simple? Is one look in his lovely face enough to forget all those years you’ve waited for him? Your heart pounds hard against your ribcage, all pairs of eyes seem to be set on you. What are you supposed to do?

“A simple sorry won’t take away all those years I’ve waited for you.”

Levi swallows hard, this usual cool composure slowly but surely breaking away. Fuck, he messed up. He should have gone after you immediately, he should have ignored Erwin’s advice. If you leave him right here on the spot…His eyes widen in thick fear. No, this would completely tear him apart. After all, you are his precious wife, the love of his life, the only reason he kept going despite all the people that died in front of his eyes.

“But I won’t live in the past with regrets. I was hoping forward for this day so long, let’s enjoy it.”

And then you return his hug, wrapping your arms around his ribcage like you used to. Levi lets himself fall into your touch, soaks in the decent smell of citrons on your clothes. God, how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

“We will never return to the underground, my darling. Your place is right here under the sun.”

You press your lips against his hungrily, soaking up this precious moment. This is exactly how you imagined your reunion. Maybe a few years earlier, maybe being escorted by himself. But god, you can’t help but get lost against his mouth, your fingers re-discovering the valleys of his well-toned body.

“Huh, what’s going on here? HUH, DID I MISS SOMETHING!?”

Levi slowly removes his lips from yours, cold eyes staring darkly behind you. You follow his gaze, looking directly into the way too near face someone wearing glasses.

“This is my wife, shitty four-eyes. Can you stop bothering her?”

“WHAT? You never mentioned anything about a wife! Oh, what a gorgeous woman she is! And you’re just as small as Levi himself. Huh, maybe that’s what comes with living under the ground, right? But don’t worry, you will be just fine here! Apart from some titans here and there, and maybe titan shifters and don’t forget those-“

“Shut.Up.”, Levi hisses through gritted teeth.

[visarray]

• Slipping through my fingers all the time •

I am physically incapable of drawing my favourites happy apparently

[wingedwhitelioness]

New Hange Zoe illustration by Isayama!

🥹🍜😍💜

Source: @/aotwiki on twitter

[welcometoamrans]

you don’t get it

[azulmagpie]

Aw hell nah they turned Hange into a witch 🗣️🗣️ (happy Halloween!!)

[ackerteasstuff]

that ship so good they don't need fan arts to get close

to get almost kissed, making out (using their eyes)

and from the fact Isayama always like to illustrate them together, as touchy or no personal space at all 💀

[starless-nightz]

Not saying ‘i love you’ back prank

requested -> [yes] | no

characters -> Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Historia Reiss, Ymir, Hange Zoe, Pieck Finger, Yelena.

[leviismybby]

The veteran trio official arts 🤍

[nu11lar]

ଘ cw // mdni, wlw, cunnilingus (eating it from da back), overstimulation, cum eating

"n-no more! pleasee-" you desperately cried out, holding onto the plush pillows and your inner thighs being covered in your slick and her saliva. her tounge dragging across your sensitve slit and twirling it around in circular motions in your throbbing bud. her hands grabbed the fat of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as she devoured your pussy like a starved woman, moaning as if your pussy was a five-star meal. you were already senstive, first being eaten out from the front and now from the back was too much for you but she couldn't stop, your taste was too addicting,"jus a lil' more yeah?" her words were incoherent, her lips being covered in your juices as she slurped you up, licking your inner folds and your sensitive bud.

you couldn't help but squeal, gripping the pillows tightly as tears soaked the pillow covers, sniffling softly as she was in awe, managing to break you so easily was her accomplishment. filthy noises filled in the air, 'schlip!' and 'squelch!' were being paired with your pornographic moans and little pleads for her to stop, which only caused your overstimulation to grow. your voice was getting hoarse, and your body shaking uncontrollably that all she could do is smirk at your reaction,"f-fuckk! gonna cumm!" you mewled as you felt your eyes roll, at this point you could rip the pillow off by how sensitve you are, only making it worse when she started to rub your puffy clit. you moaned out her name, arching your back prettily for her as your teeth bit down the pillowcase, muffling your cries and moans since you're being too loud.

"cum of my mouth darling" you couldn't hear her properly since her mouth was stuffed in your pussy and ravaging you like a whore, your sensitivity grew in-between your folds almost making you squirt. you hissed in pleasure before you found yourself cumming on her mouth, of course, you moaned loudly that you could receive a noise complaint from the neighbors and she swallowed each bit of your cum and not leaving a single drop. your body was sore, hickeys painting over your pretty body as you grew sore from the sensation, your calves turning numb as your toes were still curled up. you panted softly, your eyelashes dripping with tears as your cheeks were soaked and fully flushed. your body twitched and flinched with every gentle touch she could give.

"hm, you really were sensitive weren't you?" she licked her lips, a sly smirk curling up as she saw your fucked out demeanor. you let out a whine and your voice cracked, your grip on the pillows loosening up as you felt a pair of lips kiss your cheek,"thank you for the meal" she cooed as her hands found a way to squeeze your breast as if it were a stress ball, and all you could do was roll your eyes in annoyance.

── yae miko, quanxi, kafka, yosano, beidou, mirko, mei mei, hange, yelan, your other preferred characters !

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hange my queen

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