#ask erurihan

[alwaysaskerurihan]

Hey. How was Erwin's birthday? Did anything interesting happen?

"I actually had the day free to celebrate it, which was unusual," Erwin smiles at you. "I can't say we did anything too ostentatious but it was an enjoyable evening. Sometimes a simple dinner and time away from the office is just the refresher that you need." "There was a wonderful fall festival in Trost," Hange smiles. "Because Mr Stickler here decided to do some errands in the morning, we didn't go until evening-" "Which was better because it was quieter," Levi interrupts with a flat stare. "We could hear our own conversation." "It was quite peaceful, to be fair," Hange continued. "And admittedly the fall decorations looked wonderful at sunset. Trost was ablaze in orange and reds and..." they sigh happily. "It was gorgeous. And they had such interesting little stalls. Even Levi bought something." Levi gives a small shrug. "They had some interesting teas that weren't going to cost an arm and a leg," he murmurs. "Some aren't half bad either." Erwin smiles at his partners. "It was a very relaxing evening. It reminds me what it is we're fighting for."

[alwaysaskerurihan]

"This is quite accurate." Erwin remarks, lifting the glass of beer to his lips. "Especially the look on Levi's face," he continues. "His eyes look quite beautiful when he's surprised."

Next to Erwin, Levi's hand lightly covers his eyes. "That's because you both swoop in randomly. It's like you're fucking psychic."

Hange grins and leans their head on Levi's shoulder, arms wrapped around his shoulders. "How can we resist such a thing though, Levi? Our little grump-grump is too sweet to kiss."

"Stop trying to make "grump-grump a thing, Shitty Glasses," Levi growled. "I'm not some whinging toddler."

Hange cackles. "It's true I don't have your flair for insults, Levi," they agree before leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, their grin widening as a blush spreads across his pale cheeks.

Erwin puts his glass down and also slides an arm around Levi. "There are worse things in the world than being loved."

"Tch, the smell of cheese in here is sickening."

"Shut up and accept the kisses, Shorty."

Levi is basically an introvert adopted by extroverts

[youre-ackermine]

Last week-end the hubby, our daughter & I attended the Japan Expo anime/manga con. No cosplay for me this year but my beloved Hange was close to my heart [picture below the cut]💜

New acrylic standee to add to the shrine shelf, Lys @l3visthighs !!

I also bought a few items from @kiwie-not-kiwi . Please check her Tumblr & X (Twitter) accounts. Her art is lovely & it's been a pleasure to talk about SNK with someone as passionate as I am about it ✨ Merci encore pour ton accueil & ton sourire!

Prints & stickers + a new badge to pin on my purse!!! [Yes, this is my irl purse, I go to work or grocery shopping with it idfc lmao]

My beloved Hange 💜💜💜 I love that shirt!

[sincerelystesichorus]

eruri ain't canon lmaoooo

came to the blog to gather resources for my heracles essay and found this in my inbox. the disrespect to come on my blog & mock mine and levi's dead husband like this unreal tbh

also offering the blog this panel from return to shiganshina arc bc i was actually reading my fav chapters last night:

erwin my beloved

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Omg!! Thank you for taking your time in writing prompts. I would like to request Levihan 26. 'The diamond in your engagement ring is fake' (not sure if this the correct name haha) thank you little sunshine 🌞

Drunk Drabbles 26: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” This has got to be the silliest and most un-canon thing I've ever written. I also totally got carried away with the word count. Hope you enjoy it, Anon! Thanks for the ask and calling me Sunshine 🥰 You're too cute. Anyway, this one's for you. Offer Your Hearts (But, Seriously, Keep Your Secrets) Characters: Levi x Hange, Erwin  Word Count: 1425 words Erurihan x Friends Crossover

There was something inviting about the parlour despite the meagre light cast from the small open fire. A single candelabra had been lit and placed upon the low table, around which Erwin and Levi had gathered. The Scout’s Commander was sipping red wine from a long-stemmed glass whilst his companion held a china teacup by its rim. However, the calm which had settled over the room was not to last. In the corridor beyond, there came a thud followed by the frantic rattle of the door handle. Before either of the men could utter an exclamation, Hange had flung themself into the room, barely managing to pant out an apology.

“We’ve only just started!” Erwin assured them cheerily, lifting an almost-full bottle of merlot. “I got you a glass.”

“Ohh… no, no, no.” Hange waved their hands. “Not after the last time. I haven’t been able to touch red wine since!”

“Probably… for the best.” Erwin glanced at Levi who promptly averted his eyes. As Hange sat down beside him, they could not help but notice the way Levi’s mouth twitched. Their head turned towards Erwin who was pressing his lips to his glass, his shoulders shaking. A nasty, lurking feeling had settled upon Hange. It was as the men’s barely-suppressed tittering became unendurable, that realisation suddenly dawned.

“No… no way… you told him?”

At this, the two men dissolved into laughter. Hange leapt to their feet, the belt from their dressing gown whipping the air.

“Look, I wasn’t drunk!” Hange gestured at them violently, even as Erwin howled and Levi covered his face with his palm. “Erwin’s the one who insisted that I visit a merchant in the city. He was a potential sponsor for the Scouts so I had to make a good impression. It wasn’t my choice to go! The wine was disgusting - far too rich! Give me that flat, pisswater beer they serve at The Hole in the Wall in town anyday!” Hange dropped their arms as the volume of their mirth increased.

“It’s not like I chose to throw up in his coat closet!” they tried helplessly, “I wasn’t thinking ‘oh, this’ll make the evening go faster!’”

Still, the two men rocked with laughter. 

“Fine!” Hange stammered, “maybe I should even the score then!” Whirling round to face Levi, they raised their finger triumphantly. “Did you know that Erwin gets his eyebrows threaded at a salon in town?”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Levi lifted his cup to his mouth.

“Yeah? And he gets his hair bleached?”

Levi choked on a mouthful of tea.

“Well, if that’s how you want to play it, Hange!” Erwin set down his wine glass upon the table. “I wonder if Levi knows that you once gave Sawney a foot massage?”

Hange chanced a look at Levi. He was regarding her with an expression of abject disgust; eyes narrowed and mouth hanging open.

“To think I let you touch me with those hands, Four Eyes…” 

“Erwin owns a copy of ‘Love in the Time of Titans’ and I know for a fact that he’s read it at least twice!” Hange exploded.

Levi gave a husky little laugh. Even as he leaned forward for his cup, the smile still lingered upon his face.

“Oh, think that’s funny do you Levi?” There was a dangerous glint in Erwin’s eye. “Let’s tell some of your secrets, shall we?”

All at once Levi’s features turned to stone. “Hange and I are getting married. We already know everything there is to know about each other.” His eyes flicked from Hange to Erwin. “You’d best keep quiet if you know what’s good for you.”

“Levi couldn’t tell the time until he was twenty eight!” Erwin announced, his stare with Levi unbroken.

“Wha-” Levi gestured fruitlessly. “It… It’s hard for some people!” He glanced again at Hange, this time for reassurance. His fiancée nodded with visible confidence. 

“See?” As Levi took another sip of his tea, Hange widened their eyes in unspoken shock.

“After Marie started dating Nile, Erwin grew a goatee!” Levi snarled in retaliation. Erwin inched so far forward that he almost slid from the sofa onto the floor.

“Once, Levi was ordered to redo his cleaning chores by his first Scout Leader so he stole the guy’s face mask, used it to wipe down the bathrooms, then put it back in the guy’s room.”

“One time, Hange wore my underwear to work!” Levi cried.

“Hey!” 

“Sorry!” Levi clapped a hand to his forehead, “I just couldn’t think of any more for Erwin.”

“When he was living in the Underground, Levi slept with an elderly fortune teller just so she would give him a discount off tea leaves!” Erwin declared.

“Holy shitwalls!” Hange gripped their sides, wheezing noisily. “I can’t! I’m laughing so hard…”

“...so hard you need to find another closet to throw up in?” Levi lashed back at them. Hange snapped upright, their back pressed against the sofa as though rearing for an offensive move.

“Levi entered a singing contest at The Hole in the Wall and won.”

“Hange came in third and broke a bar stool!” Levi returned the serve.

Erwin collapsed into renewed laughter, his face his hands. Hange clucked their tongue, shaking their head slowly and deliberately.

“You go on and laugh Erwin… I’m still picturing you with a moustache!”

Erwin readied himself, as though considering whether or not to seize the bait. Finally, he snapped. “Be my guest, Hange. I bet you don’t know that Levi told me that the diamond in your engagement ring is a fake!”

Hange’s wheezing laughter drew to a sudden halt. They shared a bewildered glance with Levi. Then Hange stretched their arms above their head.

“You know, Erwin, I just don’t think diamonds suit me!” They yawned and cocked their head to one side. “Besides, I spend half my time looking down a microscope, so surely I would have noticed?”

“Now that doesn’t surprise me.” Erwin’s voice carried a tinge of pride. To his left, Levi shifted uncomfortably. 

“It’s not a diamond. It’s a piece of crystalised wall-” He stopped, eyes widening as Erwin swept out a hand.

“Don’t tell me! Because… Hange discovered the crystallisation process and you wanted to commemorate their success as well as your love.” He brought his fist to his mouth and shook his head. 

“Oi…” Levi sighed, “you sound like you’ve read ‘Love in the Time of Titans’ all over again.”

“You haven’t read it!” Erwin’s voice struggled and broke as he waved his free hand. “You don’t know real fluff and angst!” …

Beyond the window the night was black and still, only broken by distant patches of streetlight. Erwin’s wine bottle had emptied without Levi or Hange’s help. Dying embers glowed in the metal grate. Two empty teacups stood upon the low table. Behind, three exhausted figures had sunk into the sofa’s backrest.

“In my defence… it was winter so the goatee had its practical use.” Erwin punctuated his point by placing his wine glass down a little harder than he meant to.

“And in my defence, the fortune teller came onto me.” The shadows thrown from the low flames flickered over Levi’s pale face. “Thirsty bitch.”

“Sounds like you were the thirsty bitch.” Hange chuckled. “Thirsty for tea anyway… I don’t suppose you still have trouble telling the time now right?”

Levi was glaring towards the opposite wall when Hange thrust their pocket watch in his face. With a quick flick of their thumb, the catch clicked open.

“Quick - what time is it?”

“I don’t know, time to rub some titan feet?”

Hange lowered their arm.

“You know… just because we’re getting married, it doesn’t mean we have to tell each other every little thing.” They regarded him imploringly, eyes rounded in the gloom of the parlour. “Some secrets are best kept that way. Right… Levi?”

Levi’s thin smile returned.

“Right.”

“Then we should keep all the secrets we've shared here this evening.” Erwin stood, smoothing down the creases in his slacks. He leaned down to pick up the empty wine bottle and glass. “In that case, I’ll plan to avoid the company of anyone who knows that I have my hair coloured.”

Levi reclined so that his arm rested against the back of the sofa. “I would avoid Miche then.”

“...and anyone in the pub at this time of evening,” Hange added, craning their neck around to regard Erwin. The military commander briefly looked as though he was about to answer before he stormed from the room. ... Step right up! Step right up! New Drunk Drabble Prompts! 👈

[storiesofaot]

(if you're still up for requests) I was wondering if you could write either an erurihan tea party flashback, or smth about Hange watching Levi living on after the rumbling from the Paths.

Dear anon, I am sorry it has been almost 10 days, but I finally managed to write your request! I went for the “Hange watching over Levi” one, since I don’t really write Erurihan, I hope that’s fine 😊 This was written in one sitting very late at night, so I really hope it’s okay (and yes, it’s kind of unbetaed, I’m sorry for all the mistakes)! I did cry a little writing it, I have to admit, because it breaks my heart when those two are separated and are longing to be together (or maybe I was just very tired lol) 😢 Theoretically, it could be read as a prequel to this little fic, but of course it can also stand alone. Enjoy! ✨

Rating: G; Word Count: 1640

Title: I’m Watching Over You, Always.

“Keep watching us.” Levi had spoken those words in the very moment her body had perished and her soul had risen up, but when Hange woke up again and opened her eyes, she could hear Levi’s voice in her head. 

“Where’s the flying boat?” she exclaimed, his voice still ringing in her ears and feeling so real that the blood rushed through her veins. But then she heard Erwin’s voice, and she immediately knew she was in another place. It was her dear Moblit who helped her up, gently squeezing her fingers as she started to ramble on.

“There’s time now. We can talk about it,” Erwin said, reassuringly putting an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to where the rest of her fallen comrades were standing, all dressed in their scout uniforms. But even though she knew everything had happened the way it was supposed to happen, the painful yearning for Levi remained. 

A few hours later, for there wasn’t such a thing as day and night in that otherworldly place she was, she finally had the chance to talk to Erwin alone. “I was wondering, is there any chance we can … see the people on earth?” she asked carefully, mentally preparing for a negative response. But to her surprise, Erwin nodded.

“Good that you’re asking. Yes, there is a possibility, but it’s probably not what you were hoping for.” Hange’s eyes widened, and Erwin took it as his cue to continue. “Theoretically, you can see everyone who is still alive from here. You can’t talk to them, can’t interact with them, and it doesn’t always work. But there is a way you can, in a sense, watch over them from here.”

Watch over us. She could clearly hear Levi’s voice in her head again, and she felt how her chest tightened painfully at the remembrance. “Please, Erwin, tell me about it,” she urged him on, and the tall man smiled. 

“It doesn’t work with everyone; the deeper the bond between you was during your life, the better the chances. That means, it is unlikely to be able to see people you roughly knew, but it’s more likely if it’s a family member, or let’s say, a loved one.” He paused for a moment, and Hange swallowed hard. Levi and her hadn’t exactly been ‘loved ones’, and she had never had the chance to ask him what exactly their relationship had been. But she had always hoped that the special bond she had felt between them meant that he liked her, if not as a lover, then at least as a friend. Though it was clear to her that what she felt for that man was so much more than just friendship. 

“The process itself isn’t really that difficult. You just have to close your eyes and concentrate on them and on the feeling you had when you were around them, and if your bond is strong enough, you’ll be able to see them. The first few times you may struggle, so don’t give up too quickly. Because the more you try, the longer and quicker it works the following times.”

Erwin had been right: the first time she tried, nothing happened. She had retreated to a calm place, where no one would disturb her, and she had really, really given her best - but it didn’t work. After sitting there for hours, she had been about to give up - maybe her bond with Levi just hadn’t been strong enough? But then, out of the blue, a picture appeared before her inner eye. It wasn’t very sharp, a little blurry, and yet she could immediately recognize that it was him.

Levi was sitting in a wheelchair, slumped and a little pale, his characteristic frown between his brows - but the familiarity was so overwhelming that it almost hurt. He was being pushed by Onyankopon who was currently saying something to him. The building behind them looked like a hospital, and Hange assumed that he was just being discharged. Levi nodded, pointed at something, and said something in return. But then, the picture went black.

The next time Hange tried, she succeeded much more quickly. Perhaps it was because she was confident that their bond was strong enough for it to work, and that thought motivated her. Now, Levi sat at his desk with a pen in hand and a few blank sheets of paper in front of him. He seemed troubled, continually running his hand through his hair, tousling it slightly before attempting to smooth it down again, only to mess it up once more. Finally, he began to write.

She was curious about what he was writing, but felt hesitant to intrude, so she focused instead on his body language. It was clear that whatever he was writing was causing him a lot of distress. His lips were pressed tightly together, forming a thin line, and he was tapping his free hand against the tabletop. Over the next half hour, she watched him crumple and toss aside numerous sheets of paper, and with each discarded attempt, his frustration became more evident. Oh, how she wished she could say something - anything - to ease his pain. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Levi,” she whispered, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

To her surprise, he suddenly looked up as if he had heard her. Hange held her breath and kept watching him. It seemed a thought had struck him because, after a moment, he dipped his pen back into the ink bottle and made another attempt. This time, his hand flew across the page, and in less than five minutes, he had filled it with his handwriting. He quickly reached for another sheet and continued to scribble down more and more words. Soon, he was finished, and after ensuring the ink had dried, he folded the sheets together and shoved them into an envelope.

Her next encounter with Levi came not long after, and this time they found themselves outside. In the distance, she could see a few young people walking away from what she now realized was a cemetery. If she wasn’t mistaken, she thought she spotted Armin and Connie among them, though she wasn’t entirely sure. Her attention returned to Levi, who was sitting in his wheelchair right in front of a gravestone, with Onyankopon standing a little further away. For a long time, nothing happened as she simply observed Levi, who was gazing wistfully at the grave adorned with fresh flowers.

Then, she saw how he pushed himself out of the wheelchair with his hands and dropped roughly to his knees right in front of the gravestone. Onyankopon looked as if he were about to rush over to help, but Levi quickly waved him off. “No, no, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

His fingers gently traced the beautifully sculpted stone, feeling every edge and curve, and only then did Hange notice that her name was engraved on it. The mix of sorrow and tenderness in his gaze surprised her, and she felt a lump rising in her throat. She instinctively reached out her arm, but of course, she couldn’t touch him, even though she wished she could at that moment.

Levi reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a letter that looked strangely familiar to her: it was the same letter he had written not long ago. For a while, Levi silently studied the piece of paper in his hands, running his fingers over the edge where he had sealed it. Then he brought it to his lips, and in the most tender gesture she had ever seen from him, he gently pressed a kiss to its front.

Hange’s breath caught in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined his lips pressing against her forehead instead. His gesture was so incredibly tender that her heart swelled from such devotion, and she could hardly believe it was truly meant for her.

“Hange … I regret all the opportunities we missed to share together in this life. I truly wish things had ended differently; there are so many things I would have liked to tell you…” Levi’s voice faltered, and she could hear the strain in his effort to maintain his composure. He quickly tucked the envelope beneath the bouquet of flowers and gently caressed it one last time before releasing his grip.

Her heart ached painfully as she saw a single tear roll down his cheek, and as if an invisible string connected them, a tear slipped down her own cheek as well. “I’ll be waiting for you, Levi. Live a little, enjoy yourself, and don’t worry too much. And when it’s your time, I will be here. I promise.”

Hange watched him navigate through the stages of his remaining life. She saw how he gradually gained strength until he could walk with just a walking stick. How with the arrival of spring and the blossoming of life around him, he regained a sense of hope and happiness. And how a few years later, he opened a tea shop alongside Gabi and Falco.

She was there every time he looked up at the sky, directing a few words to her, always ready to offer a response even though he would never hear it. And she was with him whenever he visited her grave, kneeling in front of it for hours, only to rise and complain that it was her fault his legs had gone numb.

Hange watched him grow old, slowly becoming weaker and a bit more cantankerous, yet never alone, even though he spoke very little in his final six months on Earth. Though she didn’t witness his departure, she was there, waiting for him in the grass among beautiful trees when he finally returned to her.

[aiyanakopa]

Hey!

First of all, I LOVE your Levihan / Erurihan art 🫶 You're an amazing artist, thanks for sharing with us!

Do you still reply to the Art Ask Game you reblogged lately? If so, I'd like to ask 4, 7 & 22 please!

I can't wait to see more of your art on my dash!

Have a nice day ✨

Thank you so much! 💕 I think I've said this before in a previous ask but I really am so glad there are people out there enjoying my aot art, I always get so nervous when I hop between fandoms and levihan truly has me in a vice grip so I have no choice but to incessantly post art of them

But yeah absolutely I'm still doing the ask game!

4. favourite thing to draw

I love drawing people, but specifically characters that have some kind of story to them. I post mostly fanart for exactly that reason but I do also love to draw my OCs from time to time, there's just gotta be some kind of narrative going on bc I struggle to just draw out of context subjects

7. show us a WIP

oooh I think I have just the thing here's a little crop for you:

do with that what you will

22. what inspires you

I'm mostly inspired by other artists! especially if it's like, different to the sort of art that I'm doing in some way, or maybe something a little experimental, that sort of thing really inspires me to try new things with my own art. also looking at production art for movies or shows always inspires me a lot bc that's the sort of thing I'd like to get into doing eventually, and seeing that process motivates me to create art and work on my own projects ✨

[sailorspica]

(sorry to be annoying with asks) but on the topic of piecks dad... would changing back into a human after he was a titan fix his illness? at least I'm pretty sure he was with Karina and them when they all got turned

you're not annoying shut teh fuck up

i believe this is canon/there's no evidence against it based on everything we know about titan biology.... but that doesn't mean i like it!

i'm not an ending hater by any stretch, but i slightly agree with the take i've seen that everyone returning to human felt a little cheap, though not for the doomer reason that reddit men seem to have?? it all goes back to erurihan for me. with the nine titan shifters and the vial of serum as a finite resource, death and injury had permanence. it is hugely important that erwin lived, and chose to die, as a disabled man, and hange led the survey corps partially blind. had erwin eaten bertolt, it would have really undermined the effect of him fuckin yelling "advance!!" while shoulder-deep in a titan's mouth. sacrifice meant something, dedicate your heart meant lives and limbs. i think erwin's survivor's guilt would have eclipsed what armin goes through

on a different note, you didn't mention mr leonhart, but he and mr finger are peers. he didn't sacrifice shit, and i think readers could come away with the idea that his disability is some kind of justice for abusing annie for years, which is also fucked, and annie is too kind, ultimately, to think that way; i think she regretted it immediately, long long before she expressed remorse to hitch for all the people she's killed

if i were to write pieck-centric fanfiction, i would include some resentment, on both sides. we don't know anything about mr finger. he could be so angelic. he could be an asshole. he could waver between the two. pieck might have had moments of doubt while training, or away at war, and reasoned it's worth it. all i know is that if either of my parents suddenly got better i would be too pissed to be grateful, because i've lost my twenties and wrecked my academic career dealing with them. so honestly, if he did get better after being a titan for 5 minutes? maybe pieck is having the time of her life

[sparkywrites25]

Hi Sparky 🙂

I hope you're having a good day!

I just saw (& reblogged) your post about requests, so I jumped in your ask box.

If it's ok with you, why not a Modern AU Erurihan where Erwin & Hange try to seduce Levi together at a party. Of course, nothing goes according to their original plan 😉

Thank you!

Summary: Hange and Erwin set their sights on one Levi Ackerman at a party. Seducing him, however, is another matter entirely.

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Hange Zoe x Levi Ackerman

Taglist: @youre-ackermine

Notes: If you like my work and want to see more then please join my taglist. Form is pinned on my blog.

The scowl sitting on Levi’s face only deepened as the smells of beer, tobacco and marijuana hit him in the face. His stomach churned and he fought back the instinct to gag. He had to step over a drunk girl currently draped over the entryway stairs into the manor house. She was mumbling and giggling about bubbles, eyes fluttering under the weight of her intoxication. He and his friends ventured further into the den of pounding music and obnoxious laughter. Irritation greeted him instantly. 

The outline of classical beauty of the house was clear from the moment he stepped inside, but the rest was well hidden beneath the chaos raging within. Smoke wafted heavily around an expansive foyer, dimming the brightness of the white walls and veiling the paintings and portraits hanging all over them. Marble busts on pedestals were draped with jackets, decorative scarfs and sunglasses. At least one or two dripped with various liquids and spilled foods. In the heart of the room, a staircase spiraled upwards, furnished in polished wood much like the flooring which was now heavily decorated with stains and lethargic, laughing students. There must have been about a dozen people in this room alone, chatting, swaying to music or making out on the stairs. 

“Woo!!” Isabel cheered from where she was walking ahead of Levi. “Now this is a party!” Her hips swung as she bounced forwards. Several sets of eyes fell on her immediately as she passed. The black waistcoat and mini skirt didn’t leave much to the imagination so Levi was grateful for the black fishnet sleeves and tights that covered her arms and legs. Even so, he threw some extra glares around those throwing looks Isabel’s way. His fingers twitched and he fisted them, forcing himself to focus on just that and not throwing said fist into any faces. 

Of course, he paid no attention to the attention being placed on him and Farlan as they followed Isabel. Levi had offered for the minimal effort of a black t-shirt and jacket with equally dark jeans and boots while Farlan had taken the middle ground by wearing loose black slacks with a plum button-up. 

As Levi took in the lack of hygiene generally being expressed around here, he was more grateful than ever for the two bottles of hand sanitizer in his jacket pockets. 

“You must really be willing to clean, huh?” Levi scoffed as he side-stepped a suspicious puddle. 

“Huh?” Isabel called back to him, looking over her shoulder. 

“If you expect me to stay in this cesspit for a few hours then you must be really willing to clean for it,” Levi reminded her. It had taken Isabel promising to take on the bulk of the cleaning duties in their apartment for the next three weeks to convince Levi to give the party a chance. Chance meaning to stay at least three hours, according to Isabel.

He shot a side-eye at a golden haired, spaced-out guy sitting sprawled on the floor, reaching up to Isabel. The guy recoiled at the fierceness in Levi’s gaze although he still managed to flip the bird at the scowling man. 

Ignoring the silent exchange, Isabel rolled her eyes and tossed her head, leading her friends across the foyer and into a (thankfully quieter) hallway. “Yeah yeah, I’ll do whatever cleaning you want. Just stay and have some fun, bro.”

“In this dump?” Levi scoffed. “Hardly.”

“Come on, Levi,” Farlan urged. “It’ll probably be better than you think. Anyway parties get a little messy. At least we’re not going to be the ones cleaning it up.”

A huff of agreement was all he received from his friend. The two young men followed Isabel as she navigated through making out couples, chatting friends and more than a couple of groups of people throwing random things around. Levi was already imagining how quickly the mood of the place would go south when it came to clean up.

In the kitchen, they were greeted by Nifa who had rainbows painted across the left half of her face and sloshed some of her drink as she dashed over to hug Isabel one-armed. Isabel returned the hug with a happy cry and instantly started admiring the rainbows and chattering about who was at the party and who was getting up to what. 

Levi’s eyes swept the room. In one corner, sat around an island counter, Miche Zacharius, a senior and one of the resident advisors for the Stohess dorm, was drinking beers with Nanaba, Gelgar and Thomas while playing cards. Gelgar was smirking widely at Nanaba who was avoiding his smug face by staring down at her cards. In another corner, Moblit Berner and Rico Brzenska were deep in conversation as they carried their drinks out onto a terrace. Levi felt the itch to follow them and escape the noise and the smells. Preferably with a strong drink in his hand. However he wouldn’t be able to escape there just yet. Not until both Farlan and Isabel were suitably occupied. 

“How’s it going, guys?” Nifa directed her question towards Farlan and Levi with an easygoing smile. 

“It’s good,” Farlan smiled at her then jerked a thumb at Levi. “Levi had to be dragged out kicking and screaming of course,” he said, throwing Levi a side-eye and teasing grin that had the darker haired man rolling his eyes. 

Nifa’s laugh was short and her eyes were sympathetic as she looked at Levi. “Ahh well I’m sure you must have seen the foyer and wanted to go home, eh? It’s such a fucking disaster in there,” she mused. “I’m just glad that I’m not going to be the one to clean that shit up.”

Levi nodded. “I doubt they’ll clean it up properly,” he said. 

“Probably not,” Nifa agreed and gestured behind her. “Drinks are over there,” she said, “and there’s some snacks in the other room,” she gestured to the lounge area. Levi could see many people already filling the space with dancing and laughter and noise. So much noise. 

“Oki-doki,” Isabel said and dashed forward, plucking a plastic cup off the pile and going to fill it up at a beer keg. “Come on guys!” She reminded Levi off an energetic toddler as she went. Farlan chuckled and began to follow her. 

Nifa eyed Levi who had moved to grab a cup but, instead of approaching the keg, was now advancing on the table of spirits and mixers. She followed him after a moment and leaned against the counter while he poured himself a vodka with no mixer. She was smiling at him, fighting back a chuckle. “Someone’s popular as ever?” she teased. 

Levi screwed the cap on the vodka and lifted one eyebrow. When she nodded her head behind him, he looked over his shoulder and cursed. With all the people in the room, he hadn’t even felt the sensation of people watching him in particular. He didn’t like the absence of that sense.

Standing in another corner of the room, they were watching him with smiles, one of which was casual, the other one gleaming and manic. Levi felt a headache coming on just from looking at that smile… and the rainbow eyesore that accompanied it. 

Hange’s glasses were askew, their hair spiking up around a bun that reminded Levi of those drawings of the sun with flames around it. The rainbow monstrosity that was hurting his eyes was a sleeveless dress worn over orange leggings and accompanied by bright green sleeves. The whole outfit was topped off by one blue boot and one red. He blinked slowly. Yet, despite the fact that the outfit hurt his eyes, it was also unmistakably Hange. They waved energetically at Levi who did nothing in return. 

Next to Hange, Erwin cut a much calmer figure. Dressed in an open blue button up with rolled up sleeves and a white t-shirt beneath along with a pair of sandy slacks and loafers, the tall golden haired man was watching Levi with serene amusement. 

“Tch,” he grumbled, picking up his drink and turning away, “I’m not drunk enough to deal with them,” he muttered. Even so, his mind fluttered back to the way Erwin’s t-shirt stretched across his broad chest or how Hange’s rainbow outfit actually managed to suit them well. 

Nifa chuckled and watched him take his drink and, slowly, return to Farlan and Isabel’s side. 

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“Levi’s looking fine tonight.” Hange lifted their drink to their lips and swigged the last of it. “So let’s make the most of it.”

Erwin’s laughter came out in a quiet huff as he wrapped an arm around his partner. “I admire your tenacity, Hange but I don’t rate our chances of getting anywhere with him when the house is in this much of a state.”

Hange leaned into their boyfriend’s broad chest and pursed their lips thoughtfully. “That does present a problem,” they agreed. “But I’m sure you could… persuade… some people to make this place a bit more… Levi-friendly,” they suggested, raising their eyes to his and wriggling both brows. 

He lifted his own bushy brows and chuckled. “I am flattered by your confidence in me to convince people to clean during a party.”

“If anyone can do it, you can,” Hange enthused with a wink. They leaned up to kiss him on the lips and felt his hands squeeze their sides in affection. 

“That does make me wonder what exactly you’re going to get up to while I’m on this endeavour,” he remarked, raising one of his brows highly. “If we’re actually gonna make our move tonight then-”

“Oh Erwin, do you have to make everything sound like a military operation?” Hange giggled. “We’re just trying to hook up with one of the two hottest guys on campus.” Their arms looped around Erwin’s broad shoulders as they began to swing from one foot to the other. “Relaaaax into it, will you?”

Erwin’s chuckle rumbled through them both. “One of two?”

“Oh stop fishing, handsome,” Hange kissed him again. This time the kiss lingered as Erwin’s lips moved encouragingly against theirs. His strong arms lifted them off their feet for a moment and the party disappeared around them for seconds of bliss. He tasted of beer and lemon and Hange breathed in his cologne as they clung to him. 

He put them down and broke away from the kiss just enough to whisper against their mouth. “Try not to get yourself into too much trouble while I’m gone,” he urged with a knowing smile. Picking up his cup, he moved away to refill it and then disappear into the crowd. 

Hange watched him go with a smirk and played with her own empty cup. 

Among those left in the kitchen, Levi and his friends had disappeared, presumably into the lounge. Hange set off for their own refill. 

Or at least that was the plan until they saw that the shots counter full of shot liquids and empty glasses was currently unattended.

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Seduction was a science, Hange reminded themself as they poured a fourth raspberry shot into their glass. It required skill and confidence to put into place especially when it came to someone like Levi who was difficult to read when he was in a good mood let alone when he was like this - annoyed and openly disliking being here. Therefore Hange would need all the confidence they could get to play their best cards with Levi. 

He was so incredibly handsome, they mused as they leaned back against the counter. At least they knew they had good taste between him and Erwin. But other than being good-looking, the two men were so different. Erwin had that polite-lovable-giant-on-the-surface-but-actually-a-crafty-shark-underneath thing going on and that was hella sexy. Levi had something Hange had never encountered before - the whole bad boy plus clean freak combination was pretty intriguing. He looked like he might murder you but at least he would clean up after himself. That was hot.

Hange thanked the stars that they and Erwin were always entirely honest with each other. When they’d both admitted that they’d begun to admire Levi in more ways than one, it had taken just one conversation for them to decide to pursue it. However they could hardly have chosen someone more difficult to approach outside of classes. Hange didn’t think she’d ever seen Levi hanging out with anyone other than Isabel and Farlan. The three of them always just seemed to do their own thing. 

Whoever talked Levi into coming to this party had earned Hange’s undying respect. 

Downing the shot, Hange’s eyes scanned the constantly changing traffic inside the kitchen. They glanced up at the clock. Erwin had been gone about twenty minutes now and Hange was feeling pretty restless. They pushed off the counter and refilled their cup with some more beer and almost knocked into Jean Kirstein who was trying to balance several drinks at once. 

“Watch it, Hange!” he cried out, darting aside at the last second. 

Hange merely waved him off, their brown eyes seeking out a completely different undercut. They weaved through various groups, ignoring the protests as they stepped into the lounge. 

There were easily a few dozen people in the enormous space. All of the cream-white expensive-looking sofas had been pushed back against the walls allowing for a larger dance floor. Rich leather armchairs were shoved in the spaces between them. The floor was filled with crowding dancers while many onlookers - some of them without shoes - had taken refuge on the cushioned seats. Some had sprawled out at their feet on the soft pale carpet. The whole room was too white for Hange, even with the paintings hanging everywhere. The colours of coats and jackets draped over the furniture, and the brightly coloured figures currently swaying to the Macarena definitely livened the aesthetic up. 

They scrutinized the seated crowd, passing over the dancers in a second. (If anyone gets that guy to dance, I’ll eat this dress, Hange scoffed). 

Halfway across the dance floor, they recognized the bright double ponytails of Isabel energetically throwing herself into the dance with Mina, Sasha and Nifa. Across from her, Farlan had snagged a place on one of the sofas, chatting to a pair of guys that Hange recognized as Reiner and Berthold. Hange blinked slowly. No Levi? They wondered and turned to inspect the other side of the room. Maybe he ditched after all, came a thought laced with disappointment. 

Another sweep of the room revealed no further signs of the short badass. Hange huffed and ventured further into the room, towards the turning, gesturing bodies on the dance floor. 

“Oh Leeeviiiii!” they called, glasses gleaming under the rainbow lights. The shifting lights made the various colours bounce into focus and Hange found themself moving along with the music as they searched. “Levi!” they called again. “Oi, Shorty-!”

Even with Hange’s natural volume, the music easily overshadowed their attempts to call for Levi. They navigated around a couple that were making out and found themself standing in the furthest corner of the room. Five armchairs had been positioned close together but one had been turned around to face the window. It was occupied by the back of a dark head of hair. As Hange stepped closer, they recognized the undercut that appeared beneath the ear-length strands. 

A victorious smile lit up their face. “Levi!!” they cheered and practically bounced over to them. 

The face that turned towards them was heavy with irritation. Levi lowered the cup from his lips and sighed. “The fuck do you want, Four-Eyes?” 

Hange grabbed the nearest chair and swung it to face his, plopping down into it. “What does anyone come here to do? Socialize!”

“Socialize with someone else.”

“Come on, don’t be like that,” Hange planted their elbows on their knees and cupped their cheek in one hand. “You don’t mind talking to meeee.”

“In very small doses,” Levi grumped. 

“Than consider this your daily dose!” Hange declared, their arm shooting up into the air with triumph. 

Levi reached his free hand up to his eyes to rub at them. “I swear you should come with a mute button,” he quipped. Hange’s face twisted into (for now) silent protest only to falter when they saw the corner of Levi’s mouth begin the curve upward. 

“Oh come on, I make life interesting.” Hange countered. “And you look so riveted here.”

Levi held their gaze with an exceptionally uninterested expression. However Hange simply waited him out. Not that it was easy - their natural state of being was to talk and move about after all. Part of them itched to get up and groove along with the music while waiting for Levi to speak but that was only going to irritate him more. If they were going to get to know him better, to get closer to him, they had to not drive him away with annoyance. There was a delicate balance to what Levi Ackerman seemed to be able to tolerate in other people. Hange was still figuring that out from the interactions they and Erwin had had with him in class and just in general. 

“Okay, an idea,” Hange held up a finger as a brain wave hit them. “If I can make you smile in the next five minutes, we hang out. You know, we might even have a good time. If I can’t manage it, I’ll leave you to your brooding, deal?”

Levi considered their words then lifted his phone. After tapping it a dozen times, he laid it on the arm of the chair, a timer visible. “Go ahead.”

Hange’s eyes gleamed. “Excellent. Okay then.” They sat up straighter and stretched their neck around, rolling their shoulders forward. 

Levi frowned. “What the hell are you about to do?”

“You know, I should really complain to Spotify about you.”

“Why?”

“They didn’t name you as this week’s hottest single.”

Levi’s exhale was quiet and his eyelids lowered. He slow blinked irritably. 

Unfazed, Hange just grinned at him. “Tough crowd, all right-y then.” They stroked their chin then clicked their fingers at him. “If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged!” 

This time Levi’s eyes fully closed. “Even you can do better than that one.”

“You’re right,” Hange frowned to themself, “that one was definitely beneath me.”

Levi eyed the timer on his phone briefly then leaned back in his armchair, fixing Hange with a bored, expectant look. Damn, he looked fine like that, Hange thought as they grinned at him. They brought their drink to their lips. Okay come on, get it together. You gotta wow him. 

“If you were a fruit,” they decided, “you’d be a fine-apple.”

For a few seconds, Levi blinked in surprise and then an eye-roll took over again. “Is that your plan? To keep throwing cheesy lines at me? Time’s-a-ticking, Hange.”

“Hey, I’m willing to be there’s a sense of humour buried somewhere underneath all that snark, you know.”

For a millisecond, Hange thought they saw Levi’s lip twitch but he lifted his drink to his lips and took a sip. Damn, close. 

“Wow,” they mused, “when God made you, he was seriously showing off.”

Levi lowered his drink and there was a glint of pity in his narrowed eyes. “Really, Hange? You’re going to stoop to religious ones now?”

Hange pursed their lips. He had a point. It wasn’t like they were religious and it felt out of place whenever they mentioned an almighty deity having any say over what happened here. They were a scientist and they’d spent most of their childhood arguing against the existence of God to their parents. Just the memory of it had them reaching up to rub the bridge of their nose. 

“Yeah…” they muttered, “I don’t know what I was thinking there.” They fell silent, seconds passing as their mind wandered back to a place it hadn’t been in a long time. To a place they didn’t really want to revisit and yet it was never too far from their thoughts. How could it not be after all that had happened? Images rolled through their head against their will; a suitcase being thrown into their hands, a slap around the face, snarling disowning words and the cold evening rain. Hange exhaled slowly, their eyes closing as they lost themselves in that cold, wet, terrible memory. 

“Oi.” Levi nudged their leg with his own. “You’ve got three and a half minutes left.” As Hange opened their eyes, they met Levi’s penetrating eyes. His frown deepened as he read their expression. “Come on,” he urged. 

Hange smiled, grateful for the distraction. 

Drumming their fingers against their knee, they gave their next line some serious thought. Finally after about twenty seconds, their smile turned into a smirk. “If I was a cat,” they remarked, “I’d spend all my nine lives with you.”

Levi huffed and it sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter although his lips - those beautiful lips - still didn’t curve up into a full smile. Damn him. Hange cursed. He’s hard work.

“Given what I’ve heard about you in other classes,” Levi murmured, “I can’t imagine you’d have many lives left.”

Hange’s jaw dropped. “Cheeky bastard.”

“Three minutes.”

Hange pouted. “Fine.” They planted one hand on their knee and leaned forward. “Kiss me if I’m wrong,” they declared, “but dinosaurs still exist, right?”

Levi snorted, the derision rolling out of him as a smile flickered across his face, briefly but there. “That was stupid,” he muttered. 

Hange beamed. “It worked though.”

“Barely,” he countered and then drank from his drink again. “Fine. You’re tolerable,” he admitted with a smirk. “But I’m getting another drink first,” he insisted, rising to his feet. After a second, he held out his hand for their cup. “Refill?” At their nod, he sniffed the drink and wrinkled his nose. “Of course you drink that crap,” he murmured as he stepped around the armchair. “Hold the seats,” he said before disappearing into the crowd. 

Hange grinned, gave him a salute and leaned back in their armchair, throwing their feet onto Levi’s seat while waiting.

They gazed across the dance floor which was filling up with more people as the latest hit by some boy band Hange barely recalled began to play. Girls swung their hips dramatically and many guys were pulled up into their arms to sway with them. Hange cackled a bit as they stretched out in their seat. 

“Ah to be mainstream.”

Between the pulsing, shifting multi-coloured lights doing their own dance across the people and the room in general, the rhythmic beat of the music and the comfort of the chair, Hange felt themselves zoning out especially as the alcohol from the shots began to announce itself again. Time disappeared in a spectrum of colour, light and noise. 

“Get your shitty feet off my chair,” Levi interrupted their daze and they lowered their feet with a smile, reaching up to accept their new drink. 

“You need to lighten up a bit Levi. All that tension isn’t good for you,” they told him, taking a hearty swig of the beer. 

He said nothing and took his seat. His eyes darted over to where Isabel was still dancing and where Farlan was talking animatedly with Reiner and Berthold. 

“Do you want to go join them?” Hange asked, feeling a stab of guilt that Levi might be missing the company of those who he was clearly closest to. 

Levi shook his head. “No.” He turned his head away and turned back to Hange. “Well, you wanted to hang out, right?”

Hange nodded enthusiastically. “That I did, and… I gotta know, Levi. How did someone persuade you to come out tonight? I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these in months.”

“Isabel promised to take up considerable cleaning duties if I came out for a few hours.” Levi murmured, shrugging and glancing at Isabel. 

“Wow, so she meets your standards? Those things fucking precede you, Levi.”

He snorted quietly. “Not at all. But Farlan does and he can supervise.” Drinking from his cup, he eyed Hange with a growing frown. “Where’s Erwin? You got him cleaning up one of your messes again? Oh wait, that’s Moblit right?” A smirk tugged on his features. Hange flipped him the bird regardless of the fact that the expression looked fucking hot on him. 

“He had to go speak to some people,” Hange said, waving off the snark for now, making the most of actually getting to spend some time with Levi for now. “I’m sure he’ll be along soon.”

“Well, there’ll be no missing him, will there?”

Hange chuckled. “Nope. He and Miche aren’t hard to find in a crowd.” They eye Levi who rolls his eyes. 

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“I can see the short joke building behind those shitty glasses.”

Laughing, Hange crossed one leg over the other. “Hey, there’s gotta be some perks. No banging your head against doorways. You can disappear into a crowd.”

“Yeah.”

“Bet you’re pretty graceful about it too.”

“Well it helps not having the coordination of an intoxicated duck.”

Hange scowled. “Hey, as long as these things,” they patted their legs as they spoke, “get me where they need to go, I don’t care how they go about it.”

“Clearly.”

It was Hange’s turn to roll their eyes and they took another sip - a far larger one - of their drink which did not go unnoticed. 

“Take it easy,” Levi urged. “I’m not clearing up if you puke.”

“I’m not going to hurl,” Hange insisted. 

“That’s just as well,” Erwin announced as he stepped up behind Hange, “seeing as how I’ve just convinced some people to start clearing up. They’ll start with the foyer. Make this place look somewhat presentable at least.” He dragged one of the armchairs between Levi and Hange, nodding towards the considerably shorter man who was wearing an expression of bemusement. Erwin sank into the seat and looked towards Levi. “Levi.”

“Erwin,” Levi greeted. “I’m impressed you managed to get some of these idiots moving.”

“Well there’s quite a few people - I suspect, like yourself - who have been dragged here. This at least gives them something to do,” Erwin said as he rested one leg across his knee and leaned back in the armchair, propping up his drink on the arm. “And it’s quieter out there now cleaning is in motion. No one wants to dance around the smell of chemicals.”

“So they may get more of the quiet ones going to help.” Hange folded their arms and smirked at Erwin, “making this place less crowded. Nice job, Erwin. I’m impressed.”

Levi eyed the pair of them. “Why would you bother doing all of that? This one clearly doesn’t mind mess,” he pointed to Hange although, despite his words, there was a faint smirk on his lips. 

“I just felt it might be prudent,” Erwin shrugged. He drank from his cup. “Speaking of,” he eyed Hange briefly, “I trust you’ve been behaving yourself,” he queried with a teasing smile. His free hand moved to hold the corner of the back of their chair. “I must say I’m impressed. It’s almost 8:30 and you haven’t streaked yet.”

“Jeez!” Hange exploded. “You do that a couple of times and it gets turned into your thing!”

“From what I hear,” Levi mused, “it’s a pretty regular occurrence.”

“So I get a little free-spirited after a few drinks.”

“Yeah well, don’t get free-spirited tonight,” Levi rolled his eyes and scanned the dance floor for his friend Isabel again. 

“Oh I don’t know, Levi,” Erwin smirked, “you might enjoy the view. I certainly do.”

While Erwin was generally known for his bold declarations and self-assurance, this last comment had Levi hesitating in the midst of taking his drink. He lowered his cup and stared across at the blond with slightly parted lips. “You’d really want other people to be eyeing up your lover?”

Erwin’s smile deepened. “Depends who it was,” he admitted, running his thumb over the upholstery on Hange’s chair. “Maybe we wouldn’t mind one person taking a look.”

Levi’s brows had furrowed together so tightly, they’d merged into one long, thin line. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” Hange leaned forward in their chair, letting their gaze sweep over Levi deliberately slowly. “It might be a lot of fun if said person were to take a look.”

“Perhaps even more than a look,” Erwin’s tone had lowered. “There’s a lot of exploration to be enjoyed after all.”

“Yeah,” Hange scooted forward on their seat, “so maybe this person should kick back a little and start having some fun-oops!” As they stood up and reached over to pat Levi’s shoulder, they overbalanced and the drink in their hand immediately spilled over, right onto Levi’s t-shirt The material soaked into the material. 

“For fuck’s sake, Four-Eyes!” Levi jumped to his feet, jaw clenching as beer dripped down his top. 

Erwin dropped his face into his hand. “Hange!” he protested, his brows knotting together, watching as his efforts took a nosedive right before his eyes. 

“Shit!” Hange cursed at the same time. “Shit! Sorry, Levi! Let me get you a towel.”

“No,” Levi snapped as he brought sticky fingers away from his shirt, “A towel’s not going to do shit. It’s fucking soaked, Hange!” He shook the edge of his t-shirt and droplets of beer flew onto Hange’s clothes. “This is disgusting,” he grumbled staring down at the mess. 

“Aww no, Levi, it’s ok come on! It’s not too bad. It’s black so no one can see it.” Hange protested as their hands fastened around one of his biceps, their voice climbing in pitch. 

“I’ll feel it. Let go, Hange,” Levi grumbled, shaking his arm. “Fuck this.” “I’m not sitting in a filthy, sticky shirt all night. I’m out of here.”

“We can clean it! If you just take off your shirt, I’ll wash it for you-” 

A splutter of disbelieving laughter cut Hange off at once. Levi was looking at Hange as if they had grown six more heads. 

“You’ll clean it?” Levi actually turned away, lips stretching further into the weird, surprised smile that was taking over his expression. “Four-Eyes, you barely clean yourself,” he scoffed, “and not as often as you fucking should.”

A snicker behind Hange announced Erwin’s take on the matter and Hange rounded on him. He pursed his lips, attempting to take a neutral expression but a smile was already breaking through. “He has a point, Hange,” he told them. 

Hange planted both hands on their hips. “Hey I’m just making a suggestion. If it goes in the wash now, it can be cleaned and dried in a few hours. This place has a laundry room. I saw Ymir and Historia making out in it earlier.”

Levi brought a hand up to pinch his nose. “And that’s supposed to make me trust my shirt there?”

“They weren’t making out in the machines, Levi.”

“Fuck knows what they were doing on them,” Levi retorted. “No, I’m leaving. This place is just a fucking headache. I’d rather do my own cleaning again than sit here in this shit for a few more hours.” He shrugged his arm fully out of Hange’s grip and stepped around his chair, turning towards the dance floor and his friends. 

“Levi, wait,” Erwin suddenly raised a hand, “I may have a solution.”

“What, are you a washing machine now, Erwin?” Levi had stopped but had only half-turned towards Erwin with a frown.

“You can wear one of my shirts,” Erwin told him and pointed towards the ceiling. “And I’ll see to it that yours gets cleaned tomorrow.”

Levi held his gaze silently, his frown growing as he looked around the room. “What do you care if I stay? This shit isn’t for me, Erwin. I may as well just leave and clean it myself.”

Hange eyed the two men. “Wouldn’t one of your shirts be too big on him, Erwin? I mean you’re a freaking giant,” they pointed out, “and he’s…” they eyed Levi who was giving them a death stare right about now, “below average height.” Even with that phase, their words were still met with a scowl.

Erwin shook his head. “Nanaba accidentally put one of my shirts in the wrong wash and, basically, shrunk it.” He shrugged his shoulders a little. “I hadn’t gotten around to disposing of it yet. So Levi can have it instead if it fits.” 

Levi frowned some more. “Why didn’t you just throw it out straight away?”

“I’ve been concentrating on a particularly stressful essay so there are a few things that fell by the wayside so to speak. Regardless, do you want to use it?”

Levi considered his offer. “Doesn’t do me much good when it’s at your home.”

“Oh!” Hange snapped their fingers and pointed upward. “Erwin is staying here during the term,” they explained. “With Miche, Nanaba and Nifa.”

Erwin nodded. “I have a lock on my room - in fact we all have - so there won’t be any…” he began to smile, “incidents in there.”

“No horny students getting their rocks off on your bedsheets, huh? Smart move,” Levi quipped. 

Erwin chuckled. “It might be considered over the top but it’s paid off now, wouldn’t you agree?” He slid his hands into his pockets. “Anyway, whether you stay or go, either way, I’m sure you don’t want to be walking around in that shirt.”

Levi gave the dark material a distasteful glance. “No,” he agreed. He gave a stiff nod. “Okay. I appreciate it.”

“It’d be good if you stayed though,” Hange offered Levi some pleading eyes. “It was good to talk to you.”

Some of the irritation had left the grumpy man’s narrowed eyes and he huffed out a small breath. “It’s too fucking loud in here, Hange, even with you in the room.”

Hange’s gaze darted around the room, quickly searching for something that might give them a foothold in convincing Levi to stay at the party for longer. “Okay, yeah that’s true,” they conceded, “but there’s other rooms.” Their gaze jumped back to the windows and the lengthy terrace that stretched out behind them. “We could sit outside. That’d be quieter.”

Levi’s protest seemed to hover on his face as he looked outside. 

“That’s a good idea. It’s quite a bit warm in here,” Erwin agreed, tugging at his collar. “At the very least, it won’t be such a headache.”

“Yeah…” Levi answered and then closed his eyes for a moment. “Yeah fine. If the shirt fits I’ll stay for a bit.” 

“All right,” Erwin nodded and eyed Hange. “Hange, if you could grab us some drinks and meet us on the balcony. Levi, what are you having?”

Hange felt the dark haired man’s eyes linger on them considerably, probably doubting their ability to keep his drink intact. They braced themselves for an argument or at least a dig about their coordination having already cost him one shirt tonight. 

“Vodka,” he answered simply before making for the door. Erwin followed him and only then did Hange allow themself to grin at the fortunate save of the situation. They looked down at their hands with a thoughtful smile. 

That was pretty clumsy of me. I’ll get a water with my next drink. 

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A cup of water and ten minutes stood outside in the quiet night helped to restore some focus and clarity to Hange’s inebriated state. They took great pride from the fact that they had managed to balance a wooden tray of drinks through the still crowded kitchen and outside without spilling more than a few drops here and then. 

Guess my coordination doesn’t suck that much at all, does it Levi? They thought with a vindicated smile.

The terrace that ran alongside the back of the house was incredibly spacious. The stone balustrade stood a fair way from the windows and looked out over a magnificent garden. In the middle of the terrace, stone steps descended onto trim lawns that disappeared into the darkness. As Hange leaned over the balustrade they thought of how intriguing it would be to walk into that darkness. Maybe next time they would. For now, there were other plans to be had tonight. 

Admittedly doubt was creeping in about the likelihood of anything happening with Levi tonight. It could well be that he just wasn’t interested in anyone and that would make a lot of sense. But sense rarely went hand-in-hand with feelings and so Hange had been counting on that for a lot of tonight’s shenanigans and talk. They would hate to have to rule out any kind of possibility, not when they couldn’t stop thinking about Levi. Levi and his undercut. Levi and his sour expressions whenever someone made a mess near him. Levi shutting down any asshole’s attempt to start anything with him. Levi who always told Hange the truth, who didn’t sugarcoat things. Levi who didn’t treat them different. Levi whose snarks and put-downs really belonged on a youtube channel. A collection of utter sourness and sass. 

Drumming their fingers on the stonework, Hange didn’t pay a lot of attention when the sound of the door opening reached them. Instead, they searched the darkness ahead of them, slowly lifting their eyes to the twinkling stars. 

“I should have known,” Erwin called across the quiet space, chuckling as he did, “that you’d be here with your first love.”

Hange smiled and cast a smile at Erwin over their shoulder with twinkling eyes. “Do I detect a note of envy there, my darling Erwin?” they cooed, fighting back their own laugh. “The stars have held my heart since long before we met, my dear.”

“I can’t deny the beauty that calls your attention to them,” Erwin mused as he strolled up to Hange who turned to step into his arms as they wrapped around them. “But short of them falling to Earth and taking human form, I don’t think I have much to worry about do I?”

“Wouldn’t that just be incredible?” Hange breathed, eyes alight at the imagery that appeared in their mind. “Oh to have Moblit’s gift for art right now.” They planted their hands on Erwin’s biceps, raising their attention to their boyfriend’s face. “Or your way with words. You should make that your next short story.”

“Perhaps,” Erwin’s lips touched theirs before they could say anymore. Hange relaxed into the kiss, letting a hand slide to gently ruffle the back of Erwin’s hair, fingers caressing the soft golden strands that lay so orderly against each other. They smiled into the kiss as Erwin shifted at the touch, his kiss pressing firmer against their mouth. The heat of the touch. He tasted of beer and home and comfort. Hange’s eyes flickered shut as one of Erwin’s hands rose to their cheek and cupped it, holding her closer to him. 

It was so easy to lose the seconds like this, to forget rhyme and reason, work and woes, worries and chatter. This feeling was exhilarating and soporific all at once. Their insides were fizzy with the ecstasy of the physical touch and yet their body was consumed by the urge to melt into Erwin’s chest. His wonderful, sturdy chest. 

“Hmmm.” Hange murmured in contentment when Erwin leaned away from them. Their hands gripped his biceps harder and they were rewarded when he didn’t pull back any further. They reached up to brush their knuckles against Erwin’s cheek, smiling when he turned his lips and kissed them.

What they had with Erwin was not something they had expected to find after the popularity dive that had been coming out as non-binary in the last year of high school. Even with all of that prejudice they had faced from other students, coupled with the ignorance of the staff, it had been a relief in the end. They had realized that all of the anxiety that had bubbled away in them over the years and all of the fears of rejection, isolation and violence (fears built on horror stories of coming out to the wrong people) that had kept them awake at night had been correctly rooted in the small town with the narrow minds. 

Knowing that and accepting that had been the two biggest stepping stones to leaving that town behind and coming to Trost. Within three years, they had become surrounded by people capable of love and support and understanding. A romantic relationship was never something Hange had ever been able to entertain back in their teenagehood. Sometimes even now, it seemed incredible that Erwin could want this from them, could want them. Hange was fully aware that their personality was not the easiest to gel with. Some people looked at them with wary eyes or downright terror. Even those who didn’t look at them that way, they still didn’t look at Hange the way that their boyfriend did. With pure acceptance and appreciation. 

“This is nice,” Erwin mused, stroking Hange’s long brown locks. 

“Yeah,” Hange leaned up to kiss his lips. “Did Levi go in the end?”

“No, he’ll be down soon,” Erwin explained. “He’s just getting himself cleaned up.” He stepped up to the balustrade and folded his arms on it, leaning over to stare down into the gardens. “Perhaps on this endeavour,” he remarked, his tone edge with amusement, “you could not spill a drink on our resident clean-enthusiast.”

“Oh Erwin, always spoiling my fun,” Hange smirked. “Does he not get oh so sexy when he’s annoyed though?”

“That he does. But we are still in public, Hange. Besides, that’s rather the point of all this isn’t it?”

“Yep!” Hange took another swig from their drink.

“Hange, your cup is half-empty already.”

“It’ll be fine,” Hange assured him. They began to sway from side to side, humming “She’ll Be Coming Round The Mountain,” which had Erwin smiling even more. Hange leaned into his side a little each time they moved in his direction. “So which shirt is he going to be wearing? Which one got shrunk?”

Erwin directed his attention firmly away from his partner as he lifted his cup for a sip. The sip turned into a long one as the truth of the situation and the revelation that he was about to make began to hit him. For a few moments, he kept the cup to his lips, pretending to prolong the swig even more. But eventually, when it was bordering on beyond reasonable to keep “drinking”, he lowered the cup a little. “The teal one,” he murmured against the side of the cup. 

Unfortunately for him, Hange was close enough to hear and decipher what he was saying. “The teal one?!” they hissed, planting their lips together in sound that turned into a muffled growl. 

“Indeed,” Erwin confirmed, his lips twitching. 

“The one I got you for Christmas?!”

“Yes.”

“The very expensive one that needs to be dry-cleaned only?” 

“Yes.”

Hange placed their cup down on the balustrade with exaggerated care. Their chest heaved and their eyes darted around the dark space. “The shirt that I spent ages picking out for you because you have so many shirts that are similar and I wanted to get you something more unique?”

Erwin’s smile began to falter at the corners. “Hange, I think by now we’ve established which shirt I gave to Levi. Please-”

“The shirt that filled me with such pride and joy to give to you?!” Hange whirled on him with their last question. Their mouth was shaking and Erwin actually faltered upon seeing their expression. Uncertainty shone out of his blue eyes as he eyed his lover. 

“Hange, I assure you, I didn’t intend for that shirt to be shrunk. It was just an accident in the laundry-” he reached out as he spoke, his fingers brushing their shoulder.

“You’re a genius!” Hange shrieked, extending their arms out, the gesture narrowly missing their cup on the stone railing. Erwin inched back, his brows knotting at once. He glanced towards the house. Although music was still booming from within, those in the kitchen were still within hearing distance of Hange’s yell. Erwin looked back at them with a frown.

“Excuse me?” he questioned. 

“You. Are. A. Genius.” Hange enunciated just as loudly as they had before with both hands raised, thumb and forefinger pressed together on both. 

“Hange, please keep your voice down.”

“He is going to look so good in that shirt!” they beamed and lowered their tone. “Teal is just his colour. It suits him actually. All dark and cool, like the sea. I tell ya, Erwin. That shirt’s sacrifice will not be in vain.”

Erwin began to smile again. “I’m glad you approve of my accidents, Hange.”

“Science is full of accidents that turn into discoveries,” Hange enthused. “Hopefully we’ll get some further findings later,” they winked. 

“Perhaps we shall,” Erwin mused with a thoughtful smirk. 

The door from the kitchen clicked open and a set of footsteps sounded against the stone. “Have I gone deaf or is Four-Eyes actually being quiet?” Levi commented as he stepped towards them. “What’s up, lost your voice? If so, I’m not surprised.”

The lights blazing from the windows illuminated him clearly as he walked. Erwin’s teal shirt clung to his lean, taut body well, stretching just enough across his muscles to reveal the shape of them beneath. The colour contrasted nicely with the dark jeans, Hange thought with approval as they gazed over him with delight. Too delighted to quip back at his comment, instead they fixed him with a bright grin and promptly negated his remark with an obnoxious wolf-whistle. 

“Looking good, Ackerman.” Hange told him appreciatively. 

To their astonishment, there was less annoyance radiating from Levi’s narrow grey eyes than usual. His lip was quirked in a half-smirk as he eyed Hange and stepped next to them and Erwin. Erwin stared down at him with a quiet but clear approval in his expression. 

“Hange’s right. Teal really does suit you, Levi.”

Levi lifted one brow and eyed Erwin and then Hange. “And how would you know what suited me?”

“You don’t spend that much time around Moblit without picking up on what colours suit people,” Hange dismissed the point with a wave of their hand. 

“If you say so,” Levi answered. “The colour’s not bad,” he agreed before turning his eyes on Erwin. “I was surprised to see it in your wardrobe though considering most of your shit is either blue or brown.”

The faintest touch of pink was visible in Erwin’s cheeks. “I’ve found my preferences and I see no shame in sticking to them.”

Hange cackled. “I’ve been trying to get him to branch out for years, Levi,” they explained enthusiastically as they reached for his drink and handed it over - spill-free this time. 

“Yeah but your recommendation’s like going from one extreme to the fucking other,” Levi retorted which drew a laugh out of Erwin. The dark haired man’s smirk softened just a smidge as his eyes flickered over to Erwin, for only a couple of seconds before it was replaced by a neutral look. 

“Hange doesn’t believe in baby steps,” Erwin teased. 

Hange shrugged their shoulders. “What can I say? I live in the fast lane.” They reached out to tug Levi closer by the arm. “Anyway don’t be shy, Levi, I don’t bite.”

“Tch, I’m not convinced by that.”

“Neither am I, for that matter,” Erwin agreed with a knowing smile. 

Hange half-huffed, half laughed. “I see it’s pick on Hange time is it? Well bring it on, boys.” They resumed drinking and turned to gaze out over the darkened garden once more. 

Levi stepped up between the pair of them, resting his forearms on the balustrade as his attention moved up to the stars blanketing the darkening sky. For a minute or so they stood there in silence, listening to the rhythmic beats of the music and the distorted chatter and laughter coming from within the house. 

“It’s a shame they have to ruin this with shitty music,” Levi observed after a few moments had passed. 

Erwin and Hange followed his gaze and stared up into the twinkling lights as well and then back down at the mysterious man between them who seemed so transfixed. 

“I didn’t have you down as a star-gazer, Levi,” Erwin broached the subject softly, returning his watch to the heavens. 

Levi didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t lower his gaze nor did his face show any signs that he had heard Erwin. He lifted the cup to his lips and took a slow drink. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be into something this mainstream,” Hange agreed as they leaned their cheek in their hand and turned their gaze rightward to where the moon hung in the distance. 

Another silence followed.

“Sometimes it’s better to look up than at this shitty world,” Levi finally said after more seconds had passed. “The stars aren’t tainted by any of this shit.”

Hange smiled and lowered their gaze to eye the two men next to them. “That’s actually pretty beautiful,” they declared.

Levi huffed. “No it isn’t.”

“It is, in a way,” Erwin remarked. “This world can be pretty miserable. Why wouldn’t anyone want to look at something that’s so far away, so beautiful? Stars are so much more infinite, mysterious and mesmerizing. To look at them is to know that we’re all just part of a larger universe. There’s a comfort to knowing that, really.”

“Yeah.” Hange agreed, “and they’re also constantly exploding which is just awesome!” They enthuse, elbows on the railing, their face in their hands. “They really are magnificent.”

“Of course you like that about them,” Levi commented dryly before tilting his head at his two companions. “Anyway why are you both talking like we’re the first fucking people to look at some stars?” he grumbled although there was the faintest hint of colour in his pale face.

“You’re not, Levi,” Erwin assured him. “But it’s not something we expected from you. Being someone who would appreciate the natural beauty of such things.”

“Yeah well, you don’t know me,” Levi pointed out with a huff. 

“Which is why we wanted to hang out tonight,” Hange turned to lean their back on the railing and folded their arms. “We want to get to know you.” They winked at him. “Intimately.”

Behind Levi, Erwin sighed and brought a hand up to cover his eyes, shaking his head as Levi frowned at Hange. 

“Fuck off Four-Eyes,” the shorter man grumbled, rolling his eyes as Hange laughed once again. 

“Don’t pretend you’re not having a good time, Levi. You’re out with us aren’t you?” they pointed out with a mischievous side-grin. 

“And I’m questioning my own sanity believe me,” Levi quipped, drinking from his cup again.

“Hey, sanity is overrated sometimes.” Hange argued and pointed to Erwin. “I have to tell him that too. Sometimes you just have to step away and let the universe be crazy. Just sit in the craziness for a while and look at the colours. Life’s pretty beautiful when you do that.” They turned on their heel and leaned over the railing again, staring back up at the moon and the stars. 

Erwin’s smile at Levi was a little crooked. “They do have a point. The world doesn’t end when you do something a little different now and then.” 

Levi said nothing as he watched Erwin turn his attention back towards the garden. With the music vibrating through the house behind him and the quiet garden ahead of him, Levi found that when he stepped closer to Erwin and Hange, between them and against the railing, he was stood in between two completely different worlds. Maybe that was okay. Maybe that was an interesting thing. Maybe he wanted to explore that a little more. As he lifted his eyes to the heaven and the twinkling lights there, he thought that maybe this party wasn’t a total washout after all. 

[alwaysaskerurihan]

First of all, I am so glad to see you back! I missed you dearly. And there is something I am curious to know: Hange, have you ever conducted any kind of an experiment on Erwin or Levi? If yes, would you be so kind as to tell me the details?

"Brownie points to anon for an interest in science!" Hange exclaims with a hearty thumbs up. They plant their hands on their hips and look thoughtful for a moment. "I have definitely run social experiments on the two of them. To answer things like who gets more jealous, who gts more tetchy without their caffeine in the mornings, you know? That sort of stuff." Hange pauses and frowns as they reflect on one particular experiment. "Depriving Levi of his tea for the morning was a dangerous and unforgiving experiment. Let's just say that I do not think that it was worth it after seeing the depths of his foul mood all day. Pretty sure the 104th were pissed at me for two days."

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Hey Lovely Alice 💖

I hope you're doing well today!

For the Fanfic Writer Asks, what about 3, 12 & 21?

Lots of love & hugs 🫂❤️

Greetings, beautiful Val! I hope you're well too 🥰

Let's dive right in!

Fanfic Writer Asks

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

None, I think. I feel blessed for the positive feedback my fics have gotten so far, and it's genuinely more than I ever hoped to receive when I first started posting. However, if I were to choose a fic I wish got more recognition, it would be my Levihan X-Files AU, The truth is out there, but so is love. Not because I think the response was underwhelming (it def wasn't!) but because I put significantly more effort into that one than any of my other works.

12) Do you like to switch pov's a lot or stick to one character?

I tend to stick to one character, though sometimes that works to my detriment lol! For example, I was stuck for weeks on chapter 5 of the X-Files AU before I realized the reason I couldn't move on with the story was that some moments called for Hange's POV.

I guess I'll use a single pov unless the other perspective is vital for the story.

21) Writers choice - pick any of these questions that you want to answer.

Ohhh! Interesting! I choose number 17: Do you have any wips that you can tell us about? What are you most excited for in your wip?

Yess! I'm cooking up an Erurihan drabble for a prompt sent by a wonderful mutual, and the thing I'm most excited about is that it's SET IN THE STAR TREK UNIVERSE! YAHOOOO! Lol not me again taking AoT characters and putting them in sci-fi scenarios, guess that's my thing!

This was super fun, thanks sm for sending the ask Val 💖 double hugs and love to you 🤗

[youre-ackermine]

13 and 14 for aot ask game!

Hi Capri ✨

Thanks for dropping by my ask box!

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13- Do you have any attack on titan tattoos?

I already answered here.

14. Favorite piece of merch that you own?

I already answered here & here.

But I can show you the last 2/3 of my collection of standees!

My bookcase is overcrowded lmao, I have to make room on another shelf!

Second shelf:

Third shelf:

[oh yes I have one Erurihan standee 💚💜💙]

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Have a nice weekend ✨

[phantommaws]

About Me

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Name | Age | Pronouns | Sign

Spencer | 23 | All Pronouns | ♉️

Location

England, UK

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General

I graduated from university with a Bachelor of the Arts degree with honours in animation. I am very passionate about my interests and will talk your ears off if we have the same. I am a self-taught digital and traditional artist and I do a LOT of writing and drawing in my spare time. I am also fairly active in the furry fandom - this account is actually named after my mascot, Phantom.

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Fandoms & Interests

Attack on Titan

Doctor Who

Torchwood

Furry

Stranger Things

Pokémon

The Legend of Zelda

Please don’t ask me about my AOT ships - I’m a multishipper and I won’t hear you out if you argue with me.

My main favourite ships in no particular order are PikuHan, MobuHan, Eruri, Erurihan, Eremin, LeviHan, JeanPiku, NiccoSasha and MikaSasha

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Against All Odds

The Places We Used to Walk

Art

LeviHan Angst

LeviHan Wedding Portrait

MobuHan in Love

Tragic Lovers - PikuHan

One Last Hug - PikuHan

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[mello-jello]

Which of the characters in AOT do you think you look like?

I had this exact hair at one point. It's since grown out though. Also, have you ever noticed that Rico is like an Erurihan love child?

She's got Hange's big eyes and glasses

Erwin's blonde hair and eye brows

Levi's tired look, height, and they've got similar bangs (and in junior high, she likes to clean!!!!!? 😤😤😤why did these two never interact *incoherant screeching*)

And she's hella smart with great leadership skills 😌👌

[djmarinizelablog]

Can I drop in a request?

Hange is a sort of playboy but the female version. Levi gets jealous when he sees people exit Hange's room. But, he also wishes to get into her room one day and at the same time the realization makes him realise he has a crush on someone. Ofc, Hange DOES notice Levi's interest on her. U can do a smut scene if u wish 😉

This is my Las Vegas hangover speaking, so pardon my fantasies, if you will.

(erurihan for y'all, with a little bit more of levihan on the side)

cw: seggs, lemons (yes, we're back to acidic ratings now)

People often ask questions when Levi mentions that he cleans hotels for a living. Does it pay well? How do you do it? Where do you stay during breaks? What's the dirtiest room you've cleaned? But the most important question that they never really ask him is Why clean for a living?

On average, it takes one person to clean 12 rooms a day, but Levi can do 15. Thirty minutes is the usual, but he can cut that down to 20. And Levi Ackerman's proud of it. Proud of his uniform, proud of his routine, even proud of his cleaning solution (half-cup bleach, half-cup warm water). Las Vegas be damned. Housekeeping is a tedious yet thankless job. And yet he likes what he does because (1) he gets to be invisible, doesn't have to interact with guests; and (2) he was just born to clean.

Although there's this one room that he's been told not to touch. At least not until the guest has checked out. His curiosity is brimming when he sees people darting in and out of the room, the sound of laughter inside, the sudden moans when he passes by. He's asked questions before but nobody seems to know the answers, so he settles with the idea of an orgy behind closed doors.

"So what do you do?" Another person asks him, poker chips clinking as they slide into the pot in the center.

He's at a casino hanging out with Erwin, waiting for the bartender to serve them their drinks. But people can't help themselves from hitting on the two of them. Unlike Levi, though, Erwin's an eye-catcher with the way he smiles. Also because that blond hair-blue eyes combo makes everyone want to take him to bed.

"Hey," the stranger catches his attention once again, "I said, what do you do?"

This is the fifth time he's heard this question for tonight. "I'm a hotel room attendant. Got any problem with that?"

Erwin claps him on the back. "Levi's just tired. He means well."

They cash out for the night and head back to the bar, their backs leaning against the ledge. Erwin gets them another round of drinks and they make a toast for their most recent winnings.

"Oi, Erwin," he says, "So why drag me out here tonight?"

"I want you to meet someone. I know you've been curious about that room lately."

"You've been there?"

"Sure."

It's not much of a surprise: Erwin Smith, fancy high-roller who's made a living on repairing slot machines, getting VIP access to that secret room. Now Levi wants to know more. There's no way he's getting left behind.

Someone walks up to Erwin and kisses him on the cheek. "Finally," they say, brown eyes gleaming. "Took you long enough."

And Levi is stupefied. Said guest is wearing a red jumpsuit, lips dark, eyes smokey behind her silver-rimmed glasses. Gold rings decorated her fingers and bangles dangled on her arms, but Levi's eyes are on Erwin's hand wrapped around her waist. Erwin wanted him to meet her tonight, he remembers. Then everything clicks in his mind.

"This is Levi, by the way. Levi, Hange." Erwin tells him. "Hange's a good friend who's in town for the week. Owns her own company out on the East Coast."

"Impressive."

Nothing like a millionaire making the most out of Las Vegas. Levi is incredibly smitten. Across him, Hange's eyes are glinting like a tease. No one could say no to that mischievous smile.

Then Erwin does the big reveal. "She and I... are looking for a third one to join us tonight. Would you like to—?"

"Yes," he says, without a doubt.

***

It's not a bad beat story. Levi is shuffling the deck, his fingers fretting through each card. Before they get down and dirty, Erwin has told him just now, a game of poker would be nice. They've ordered champagne for the room, wine glasses clinking as they sit across each other in lounge chairs, poker table in the middle.

"I had ace-king, and my opponent had 2-3," Hange tells Erwin who's now chuckling, cheeks red from wine. She moves over to sit on his lap, both of them wearing nothing but silk robes. "There was an ace on the board. The turn was a 4, and then—can you believe it? The river was a 5!"

Erwin gently nibbles on Hange's ear, their eyes intent on Levi sitting across them. "I believe you," he says.

"Are we having sex, or are we just playing cards tonight?" Levi grumbles. Unlike the two, he's still fully-clothed.

Hange laughs. She tugs her ponytail loose and shakes her hair free, brown locks cascading down her shoulders. "So impatient," she says, bending over in front of him. "Consider this a freeroll, Mister Ackerman."

She kisses him, her hands cupping his erection. When he lets out a groan, Hange tugs his pants loose, hands shaky. He attempts to help her, but Hange only pushes him back to the chair. From the corner of his eye, Erwin is watching them while he's stroking himself, eyes hooded from pleasure.

So this is what VIPs do in hotel rooms he clean: they fuck like rabbits, it's fantasy come real.

Before he knows, he's already stark naked on his seat, Hange's pale thighs straddling him. After a few seconds of grinding, she gets off him and glides down, her hands running down his chest until her mouth finds his length and takes it in.

"Oh, fuck," he says, eyes already rolling back as far as he can. "Shit."

He attempts to speak again but his words keep on failing him. His vision is swimming around him in pleasure. Hange kisses the tip of his cock before sliding it inside her mouth once again. Her cheeks hollow, jaw clenches, and Levi's satisfied with the gesture. How come he's never been part of this before? But then again, he's here now, so that's a good thing. Maybe.

"You have to relax," Hange reminds him.

"This is why--" he cuts himself off when Hange licks his length seductively. There's no way he's going to last another minute.

"This is why what?"

Any time now.

After she swirls her tongue against his slit, he shoots his load right into her mouth and Hange swallows.

"This is why I love housekeeping," he finally manages to say.

Hange chuckles. "No wonder."

Would have asked you to listen to WAP while reading this, but you do you.

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[glassesandswords]

Erwin: It’s nice to see you out of your lab coat, Hange. You actually have quite a nice figure. Levi: Take it down a notch. We’re having dinner, not trying to initiate a three-way. Hange: I’d be down for that.

😏😏😏😏 i'd be down to read that too