#non binary hange zoe

[keigos-wings]

thinking about dom!hange edging you over and over. a skilled hand pressing a vibrator between your legs as a mean smile spreads over their lips, just daring you to cum without their permission.

“what is it, sweetheart? does it not feel good?”

you’d whine and whimper, begging them to let you cum. they’d relent, if a bit reluctantly, holding the toy between your legs as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

but as your orgasm subsides, pleasure turning into overstimulation, you realize that they’re not pulling the toy away from your core.

“you wanted to cum so badly just a minute ago. what happened to that?”

[baobhanlore-art]

White Briefs, an Attack on Titan comic.

[giuliadrawsstuff]

Pride demons are out to get you 🏳️‍🌈

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

Reference here

[youre-ackermine]

Echo

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1025 approx.

Canon Universe / slightly suggestive / non-binary Hange / swearwords

It seemed like hours had passed since he had knocked on the carriage roof for the coachman to drive them back to HQ. The rain, no more than a drizzle when they had left, was now pouring heavily, adding its monotonous noise to the clatter of the wheels and of the horses' hooves on the paved road.

The meeting with the brass in the Stohess District had worn them both out but they still had so much to think, so much to work out. Well, Hange did at least. As a matter of fact, sitting on the bench opposite his, they were already writing down the final changes to the project suggested by the higher-ups.

The Squad Leader barely had had time to mourn Sawney and Bean. As soon as the Military Police investigation was completed, they had been discussing new action plans to flush out the culprits in Erwin's office until the dead of night. Every fucking night. For two fucking weeks.

The rest of their day was even more busy, Hange rummaging the library shelves or leaning over their desk engrossed in a big-ass book, locked in their lab drawing sketches for a new technical device. Every fucking day. For two fucking weeks.

The development of their research as well as the strategic aspects of Erwin's long-distance scouting formation plan for the expedition to come were frequently talked through in private meetings only a few Squad Leaders and the Captain himself attended. The scheme required secrecy for not only Eren's but also Humanity's fate were at stake.

Both the jolting of the coach moving on the cobblestones and the relentless beating of the rain against the vehicle had failed to bore him to sleep and he had a hard time trying to distract himself. No matter how much effort he put into concentrating on the scenery outside, his thoughts still pulled him back to that night he had tried to soothe their grief the only way he knew, bringing them a cup of tea and, later on, showing them how much he cared.

Too damn long! It had been too damn long since the last time he had touched Hange. Those past few days, they had just been able to steal a couple of hasty kisses, hiding in the shadows like some shameful teenagers. These brief encounters had left him in the grip of a burning frustration that his yearning heart could barely endure and that no stroke of his own hand could fully sweep out.

Levi startled as Hange let out a weary sigh and turned to look at them with a worried frown. The design they were correcting earlier lay abandoned on the bench beside them. They rubbed their eyes and pinched the bridge of their nose.

"Shit!" they muttered, "it has to work or else we're screwed!"

They adjusted their glasses and, trying to shake off their exhaustion, stretched their arms above their head as much as the cramped space allowed them to, their knee slightly brushing against his in the process.

Levi gulped as he took their slender shape in, eyes lingering on their arched figure then up on their small breasts. His cheeks flushed as he noticed their nipples showing through the fabric of their shirt, his thoughts instantly dragged back to that night again.

All of a sudden a bump in the road shook the carriage. The papers slipped off the bench and Levi promptly bent down to pick them up on the floor, a hand on Hange's leg to keep his balance as the coach still bounced. 

His palm was already burning when he lifted his gaze towards Hange. Eyes locked with theirs, he put the sheets back on the seat absentmindedly and let himself dive in the amber shades of their irises.

He tried to ignore the irresistible urge drawing him to them every time they were together. He tried to ignore the unsteady rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears. He tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in his chest when he looked at Hange.

But he failed. Terribly. Totally.

Giving in to the longing that had become almost unbearable, he slid his hand along their thigh up to their waist and got closer, his face now mere inches from theirs, his warm breath a feather-like caress over their lips.

In one effortless motion, he cut the distance to kiss Hange, enfolding his arms around their slender waist and, sitting back on his bench, drew them into his lap. 

Nothing was more important to him now than their chest pressed against his, their body wrapping him in a tight embrace. He let himself sink into the slow, tender kiss, relishing the taste of their lips, humming in the warmth of their mouth.

Hange let out a delighted sigh at the feel of Levi's hands sliding up under their shirt and caressing their back. His lips had drifted from their mouth to trail kisses along their jawline and reached that sensitive spot under their ear, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His hands kept wandering, drawing the scars on their skin, tracing the curves of their spine, slithering to their chest. His deft fingers gently grazed one of their nipples, his lips now moving down their neck. 

Hange's skin shivered under Levi's soft touch and they moaned his name. They ran their fingers through his silky hair, pulling him close for a long, heated, desperate kiss.

When they finally pulled away, both light-headed and panting, they looked at each other in wonder.

The feeling was overwhelming, breathtaking. 

Levi's chest tightened with emotion and he buried his head in Hange's neck, softly whispering their name again and again.

"You got into my head, Four-Eyes!" he blurted out. He kissed the crook of their neck.

"You got under my skin," and he pressed a few feather-light kisses up their neck.

"You got into my heart, Hange," only a faint whisper this time. And he kissed their earlobe.

Hange's eyes widened, then softened and fluttered shut in bliss as he held them impossibly closer against him and whispered something in their ear. 

His words a murmured echo of their own breathless words.

This is for @dont-f-with-moogles 💕

This takes place two weeks after Bad Habit. I'm not as talented as you are but I hope you'll like it!

Happy Birthday Terra Darling 🎂

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Header: @youre-ackermine

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A/N: not beta/proof read - English is not my usual language

[mydarlingedits]

🌠 for hange zoe snk :gayerma: 🧪

HANJI ZOË

Flags: Nonbinary (canon), Genderfluid, Queer, Intersex

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[natsuki208]

Happy Birthday to my best girl Hange Zoe! 🎉 🎉

It’s very strange how I declared Hange to be my top favourite of Attack on Titan, and yet I don’t talk about her that much. Well… I think now shall be a good time.

(yes, I’m fully aware Hange is confirmed non binary but I’m too use with using female pronouns at this stage)

Ever since I first layed eyes on her and heard her voice, I knew instantly that this girl is something. Hange claimed to have an odd fixation with studying the titans, which makes sense for the story and for us the audience to get more info about said creatures, but man does she take it to another level.

Her enthusiasm with further discoveries (like with Eren being a titan shifter) and energetic behaviour always brought a smile to my face. Even if the rest of the cast thinks she’s a maniac - especially Moblit.

Oh, did I mention that Jessica Calvello did a fantastic job with bringing Hange to life? She really brought out the craziness of this mad titan enthusiast, but also delivered during her more serious moments. Oh yes, this gal isn’t all just freaking out over carnivorous giants.

Hange can still be very mature when the situation calls for it; like during the uprising arc while fighting against Kenny Squad and Reiss, or looking out for the younger scouts and Levi. This eventually goes further when Erwin had to be left to rest and she had to take his place as new commander… but that’s when things became a complicated mess.

During season 4, she almost retained some of that old crazy enthusiast but on a whole, just didn’t feel like herself anymore. I get that she had to deal with so much new information about Marley and plans including Hizuru and the rumbling, but that’s just it.

This poor veteran was forced upon a role where she ended up acting like she had no idea what she was doing. On top of all that, this led to her making one of the stupidest deaths in the entire story (all thanks to that red headed f***er) and we’re left with nobody for Levi to comfort with and share stories about this to future generations without titans.

I still love Hange a lot, but the last season barely did anything with her except be where the story needed her to be until she got kicked out for drama sake. The best girl deserved more than being half-baked and left for dead, both literally and figuratively. That’s all I will say about this for now.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ shingeki no kyojin • hange. 🏳️‍🌈

like or reblog if you save/use.

[kissatoru]

would you guys hate me... if i wrote... *wipes sweat from forehead, gulps, looks around nervously, covers mouth with hand, whispers* sub!read- *gunshots*

[kittenfangirl20]

Hange Zoë headcanon, depending on how masculine or feminine they feel will wear a chest binder some days and other days they will decide to not wear one.

[wibbley-wobble]

Levihan attack on titan number one yaoi ship

[dryades-angeli]

If I read anything about RePrÄsEnTaTiOn again, I'm going to puke. Mangas and animes are there to have fun and not to represent any shit. I'm also happy about homosexual, trans, non-binary and other characters, but I don't assume it. I hate it when people have to squeeze their agenda into every medium. I'm not going to whine about how there should be more anime characters with disabilities, just because I have a disability myself. I'm happy when these characters exist and that's it. And most people interpret Hanji as female, because she has breasts and I never noticed that she claims special pronouns for herself. If you want to interpret her as non-binary, then do so. But don't cry if others don't see it that way. This is a confession page. So I'm not addressing the poster, but rather the person who wrote it.

Tr: "as a nonbinary person, it bothers me so much when people insist that hange is female. nonbinaries are already so under-represented in media. we finally get a canonically nb character and y'all still insist on looking the other way. it feels personal bc if you can't respect even a fictional character's pronouns, what more a real nonbinary person?"

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[sixpennydame]

dark side of the moon⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ [chapter 1]

Pairing: yakuza!Levi x f!reader

Word count: 4.6k

Summary:

Neo Tokyo, 2235. You’ve escaped the festering wasteland that is Earth for Mars, to a city where only the strong survive, and everybody has secrets.  Taking on a job as a hostess, you woo the city’s elite, your smile hiding your own dark past. When your path crosses with Levi Ackerman, said to be the strongest member of the Ackerman yakuza clan, you’re not sure whether to consider him a friend or a foe. Because in this city, nothing is what it seems. And the past never stays buried.

Author's note: I will be using Japanese words and phrases periodically and will have a glossary of terms at the end of the chapter.

Series Content/Warnings: mafia/yakuza AU, flashbacks, slow burn, mystery, cyberpunk, sci fi, non-binary Hange Zoe, eventual smut, dark content, graphic violence and sexual content, minors do not interact!

Chapter Content/Warning: mentions of blood, physical assault

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Blood is thicker than you thought it would be. 

A sea of dark red surrounds you, soaking your clothes and the floor around you. 

Someone’s saying your name, but all you can hear is the thunder of your own heart beat. 

“Hey. Look at me. Do you remember what I promised? That I was never going to let anything bad happen to us again. We swore that we would always be there for each other.

No matter what happens, I promise that I will protect you.

I’ll fix this.”

.

.

.

“Oi you alive? Can you hear me?” A voice said.

You snapped back to reality. Get it together. Don’t fuck this up.

“Sorry…could you repeat that?”

The person in front of you takes off their glasses and cleans them with the edge of their shirt. “I said, you’re obviously not from around here. Where are you from?”

You shift in your chair. You knew that you were going to stand out from the other inhabitants of Neo Tokyo the moment you arrived here.

“I um..I’m from Earth.”

Their eyes go wide. “Earth? That shithole? I didn’t know there were still settlements there. How did you even earn a ticket to get to Mars?” You open your mouth to reply, but they put their hand out. “Don’t answer that - it’s none of my business.”

Obviously your planet of birth has made you intriguing; hopefully intriguing enough that they’ll give you a job. They look you up and down like you were a science experiment. “And why would an Earthling such as yourself want to work here, at Club Azure?”

“I’m a hard worker and a quick learner. And I need to make money fast.”

“Mmmhmmm… you can definitely do that here, if the guests like you,” they smile, “and you certainly would be a unique curiosity.” Brown eyes gleam behind their glasses, “But why do you really want to work here?”

There’s a silence as you think about what to say, but decide you might as well tell the truth. “This line of work doesn’t require me to have Mars citizenship papers.”

“And there it is,” they nod, seeming satisfied with your honesty. “It’s true, we don’t really care about those things here. In return, we expect our employees to be…discreet about our clientelle’s  information and other business that goes on here.”

“I can be discreet.”

“Is that so?” The brunette leans back in their chair and gives you another once-over, their finger tapping their chin. “You’re unique, and there’s a certain something about you… I’m certain the boss is really gonna love you,” they say out loud, more to themself than to you. 

If they aren’t the boss, you wonder who is. 

“Ok, you’re hired.” They reach their hand across the desk and towards you.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips; you hadn’t realized that you’d been holding your breath slightly. Your hand meets theirs and they shake it vigorously. “The name’s Hange Zoe. I run this fine establishment,” they say with pride. “And what should I call you?”

“My name is —“

Hange immediately puts their finger to your lips. “Nuh uh uh, you weren’t about to give me your real name, were you?” They click their tongue. “It’s best that you don't do that. If the authorities come skulking around asking questions, the less I know about you, the better.” 

“Oh…I see.” 

Seems that there’s a lot about this world that you don’t know.

“We need to give you a stage name. Let’s see..” They’re tapping their chin again. “…flower names are always a good choice. What’s your favorite flower?”

“Flower? I’ve never seen one of those before.”

“Oh right..you’re from Earth. It’s been a ruined wasteland for a long time..I guess you wouldn’t have ever seen them. Not that we have them here, either..” Hange stands up from their desk and begins to pace the floor of the small, cramped office. “What are your interests? Any hobbies?”

“I don’t have any hobbies but..” a smile comes to your face, “..on Earth, I loved to look up at the moon.”

“The moon? Hah! That orb is just an exclusive country club for the rich and famous. If your goal is to get there then you have another thing coming.”

You shake your head. “No, nothing like that. But when I was small, me and my si—” you stop. You’re getting too personal. Hange notices, but says nothing. “I mean, I would sit out and look at the moon for hours. I just wanted to escape.”

“And it looks like you’ve done that.” Suddenly Hange’s face brightens. “Luna! That’s what we’ll call you.”

They put their hand on top of your head. “Our little Earthling…let’s get you introduced to the rest of the group and get you dressed for tonight.”

Your eyes go wide. “Wait…I’m starting tonight?”

“Do you have something better to do?” They wait for a reply, to which you give none. “Then follow me.”

You follow Hange through the winding, narrow hall as they open a non-descript door. 

“This is where the girls get changed.” 

They open the door, gesturing for you to enter. Steel lockers are built around the perimeter of the room, with dressing tables and mirrors on the other side. Around you are women in various stages of undress: some have just arrived and are in their street clothes, others are walking around in their underwear, and all of them stop at some point to look you up and down. You knew you were going to stand out when you arrived in Neo Tokyo, but in the cruel, fluorescent lighting, it’s blazingly obvious. Most of the women around you have adorned their bodies with tattoos, the ink under their skin glowing brightly, making some of the images seem to move. Others have augmented their body: shining metallic arms and legs, hair and skin in every color of the rainbow…

All of it is nothing less than extraordinary.

There’s nothing extraordinary about your appearance. Your body doesn’t have a single tattoo or piercing. Your skin, eye, and hair color are ones that you were born with; your ‘human-ness’ is clearly on display for all to see.

“Presenting the hostesses of Club Azure!” The women go about their business as Hange walks you around the room. “You’ll find I’ve curated a diverse group of females who cater to every kind of taste….alien, android, and humanoid. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

One woman, putting on makeup, scoffs at the statement. “And just who have you wrangled to work here now, Hange?” She turns around to look at you, her nose scrunching up and her lips turning downward in a judgmental frown. “Or should I say, what..”

“Now, now, Ymir, be nice. Everyone!” Hange claps their hands,  “Luna’s just arrived from Earth and I need you all to play nice and show her the ropes. Historia! Find her a dress that’ll fit and let her shadow you tonight.”

A petite woman with golden, glittering hair and bright, shining blue eyes turns around. White tattoo ink glows under her skin, glittering like diamonds. “Of course.” She takes your hand. “Come with me, Luna.”

She leads you to a locker on the far end of the room and presses in a code. It opens with a clink. “This was Nanaba’s locker. I figure you and she are about the same size.” She pulls out a few items and holds them against your body.

“Was? Did she leave without taking her stuff?”

Historia looks away, biting her bottom lip. Apparently your question hit a nerve. “We’re not really sure, actually. She just…disappeared after work one morning, two weeks ago. We never saw her again.”

“You’re leaving out key information, Historia,” Ymir butts in, “she should have never started fucking that guy in the Ackerman clan. That got her killed, I have no doubt.”

“Ackerman clan?”

“Ymir…hush!” Historia nudges Ymir and attempts to push her away, to no success.

“You mean, Hange didn’t tell you? We are employees of Club Azure, but this club is “protected” by the Ackerman Clan, one of the most powerful yakuza clans in Neo Tokyo. Hange might own the place, but they pull the strings. Getting involved with them is bad news.” She gives you a foreboding look. “If you see them, keep your distance.”

“Are they in here often?”

“Of course they are. They’re always skulking around, checking in on their products.”

Historia clicks her tongue, a warning to Ymir. “They’re not that bad. Just smile, be polite, and pour their drinks and you won’t have any problems with them.” Ignoring Ymir's eye roll, she pulls out a dress and hands it to you. “Here, try this on.”

You start taking your clothes off, and the women around you stop and stare. Ymir laughs, and you notice that each of her teeth have been shaped to a sharp point.

“You’re just as normal as normal can be, aren’t you? Not a single augmentation.” She walks around you as you stand there, naked and bare as their eyes judge you. “All your…parts are…real?” she asks, lifting up your arm.

You pull away and grip the dress closer to you. “Augmentations are rare and expensive on earth.”

Ymir smirks and her carnivorous teeth flash. “Well…everybody has a kink. I’m sure someone will be interested in you.”

“Ymir, that’s enough!” Historia huffs, pushing the tall, freckled woman away. By then, you’ve shimmied into the garment Historia chose for you. The tight, red dress fits your form perfectly, falling off the shoulders and highlighting your collarbone and breasts. It’s long, but a slit cuts all the way up the top of your thigh. You’ve never worn anything so elegant.

Historia looks you up and down. “A little tight, but all the better.” She pulls you over to a dressing table. “Now for the finishing touches.” She takes out some makeup and starts applying powders and creams to your face. “Hange probably wants to keep you as human as possible, so we’ll keep it simple.”

Her version of simple was very different from what you were imagining, as she adorns your cheeks with pink blush and your lips with a dark red lipstick. Your hair cascades in waves across your shoulders.

When you look in the mirror you barely recognize yourself. 

“Is that me?” you ask, touching your radiant skin.

“I just enhanced what you already have. Hopefully, it’ll be good enough.” She stands and gives you another once-over, crossing her arms. “You’re still gonna stand out, but surely someone will be interested in you.”

Ymir walks by and chuckles. “This is gonna be interesting.” You scowl at her while she smiles smugly. “See you two out there,” she says, before sauntering away.

Historia takes you by the hand and leads you down a dark hall. Music is already reverberating through the walls and you can hear voices and laughter amidst the clink of glasses, which amplifies as she opens the door.

The bar is dimly lit, illuminated by a ceiling with an array of twinkling lights meant to look like the night sky. There are tables and booths with plush upholstery, some meant for larger groups while others are more private and intimate. A small stage is set up in the corner with a holographic band playing, and on the opposite end of the room, a long drink bar manned by Hange and another bartender. 

And dispersed throughout are men, some young, some old, but all well-dressed, sitting and drinking with a hostess or two.

“At a hostess bar, it’s not our bodies that are for sale, but our time and attention,” Historia says, leading you through the room. “They can request a certain girl, but otherwise, we are partnered with them as they come in.”

The two of you end up at the bar, where Historia gestures for you to sit. “For the time that they’re here, it’s our job to make the guest feel like they are wanted and important - we laugh at all their stupid jokes, listen to their problems at work or at home, or just help them to get their mind off things with conversation.”

Your eyes dart from table to table, taking note of the hostesses pouring drinks, laughing and leaning into their guests, playing drinking games, or having lively talks. One girl gets up and walks over to the stage, singing as the band plays a popular song that everyone at the table seems to know.

“And that’s it?” you ask. “There’s not…more…that goes on between the guest and the hostess?”

“You mean sex?” Historia leans her chin on her hand. “Hange forbids us having sexual relationships with our guests.” Her eyes dart over to Hange as they put some drinks on a tray. “Isn’t that right?”

“Absolutely correct, my beautiful turtle dove,” they reply. “Prostitution can be procured at other clubs, but not at my fine establishment. You can flirt, make eyes, touch…” their bright eyes suddenly become serious, “but no sex.”

A wave of relief washes over you when you hear this. It’s overwhelming enough to know that you’ll have men ogling you, expecting entertainment and companionship. At least that’s all it’s expected to be. 

While Hange busies themself with making another cocktail, Historia leans toward you and whispers, “It doesn’t mean that it doesn’t happen, though.” 

That doesn’t surprise you; if a hostess’ whole job is to flirt all night long, at some point the lines must get blurred with certain customers. And you can probably make a substantial bit of extra money in taking a relationship beyond the confines of this club. 

But that’s not why you’re here.

Hange pushes a tray of glasses and a bottle of alcohol across the bar to the two of you. “Ok, ladies, it’s showtime. Take these drinks over to table 12.”

Historia glances over to the table before taking the tray. “Ugh, it’s Lovof. Haven’t seen him here for a while.”

“Who’s Lovof?”

“A city councilman. We get a lot of politicians here.” 

The two of you make your way to the table where Lobov is sitting with two other men. You wipe your sweaty palms on your dress, feeling more nervous the closer you get.

“Just smile and pour drinks. I’ll take care of the rest,” Historia whispers, just before making it to the table. “Lobov! It’s been so long, I thought you’d forgotten about us!”

She slides into the booth next to Lobov, a true thing of beauty as she smiles and bats her big, blue eyes. Her skin sparkles even more under the dimmed lighting, making her look like a true angel.

You slide in on the opposite side, sitting next to Lovof’s colleagues, but neither of them pay any attention to you as Historia takes the bottle from its chilled container and pours the golden liquid into a sparkling glass. It’s only until Historia gestures to you that they look your way, a curious look on each of their faces.

“And this is Luna.” Historia’s voice is sweet and soft, matching her angelic persona. “It’s her first night, so I’m showing her how to be a good hostess.”

“Well then, she’s learning from the very best,” Lobov says, his snake-like eyes slinking from Historia to look you over. 

One of the men squints, then takes off his glasses to clean them with his shirt. “This plain-looking thing? Where in the galaxy did you find her?” he comments with a crude chuckle before turning away.

They’re bored with you already.

Get it together.

Don’t fuck this up.

You swallow hard, then take the bottle from Historia and pour a drink for the two unimpressed men.

Smile. Put on the mask.

“The story of why I’m not augmented is quite a tale,” your voice drips with flirtatious intrigue, “but perhaps it’s a tale better left for our second bottle, when I’m a little less nervous.”

The man next to you raises an eyebrow as you raise your glass. “In the meantime, I want to know everything there is to know about you fine gentlemen.” You smile, eyes sparkling in such a way that they almost rival Historia’s. “Kanpai.”

Lovof’s looks of confusion change to amusement as he joins you in raising his glass, the rest reflecting his actions.

“Kanpai!” the table responds.

By the third bottle, everyone is buzzed and relaxed. The alcohol coursing through you is helping you to feel less nervous, and has given you a confidence you’d only pretended to have before. The man next to you, Gelgar, has completely forgotten his other colleagues and is focused solely on you, while the other two are enraptured by Historia.

The attention makes you uncomfortable, everything within you wanting to escape this man’s gaze. But this is your job, you remind yourself. 

You’re not the same person you were on Earth. 

So you mirror your fellow hostess, pouring their drinks and leaning forward as they tell you about an upcoming election. Most of the time you have no idea what they're talking about, but you smile and nod, feigning to be enraptured by their words.

You’re good at pretending. You’ve been doing it your whole life.

There’s a glazed look in the men’s eyes and Historia shoots you a glance that tells you it’s time for them to call it a night. As the two of you escort them out of the bar, Lovof suddenly stops, turning to you.

“My darling, you never told us - why are you not augmented?”

Ah. You forgot you’d mentioned that. 

“Well…” you begin as you’re walking with them out of the club, “...my father was the leader of a cult and my mother was one of his many wives. It was commanded that his children never be augmented, as doing so would be an affront to God, who made the body. No needle or knife must ever blemish my skin.” 

A smile crawls across his face. “Intriguing. Absolutely intriguing…” You feel his eyes rove over your body in a way that feels violating. “I’d like to drink with you again, Luna.”

“She would be honored.,” Historia says, placing her hand on your back and guiding you to bow with her. “Please come visit us again soon.”

You both deeply bow then wave as the trio drunkenly walk to the black vehicle that pulled up for them. Only until they are out of view do you both turn away.

Historia takes your arm. “That story…is it really true?”

“Does it matter?”

Historia lets out an angelic laugh. “I think you’re going to do just fine here.” She walks arm-in-arm with you back into the bar. “You did well for your first time, I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks. I was nervous the entire time.” You allow yourself to smile - the first real smile you’ve had all night.

Historia’s words of praise flow through you as freely as the copious amounts of alcohol you’ve already consumed, both of them giving you courage as you stroll back into your new workplace. 

This isn’t too bad, you think to yourself.

You can do this.

You carry a newfound boldness as you and Historia walk up to Hange, who is waiting at the door. There’s a concerned, serious look in their eyes, much different from the happy, go-lucky persona you’d initially met. 

Hange pulls you both aside. “They’re back, Historia, and causing a ruckus. I’m sorry to do this to you and Luna, but will you two help with damage control for a few minutes while I call for some backup?” They press a small silver button on the back of their ear and walk away, not even waiting for a response.  As if either of you had a choice in the matter. 

You must have been too focused on your table’s patrons to realize the growing noisiness of the table in the center of the club. Now, it’s hard to notice anything else.  

Even from across the room, you can sense the chaotic energy of the group, a stark difference from the customers you’d just said goodbye to. The men are much younger than Lovof and his associates, their tacky suits and bright hair colors a stark contrast to the politicians you’d just entertained. They slap the table and yell curse words at each other, earning sideway glances from the others surrounding them. Empty bottles of alcohol litter their table; one of the men tries to milk the last few drops from one, but when there’s nothing left, he frowns.

“Oi! Another bottle! Make that two!” he curls his lip in disgust as he looks at his comrades slumped around the table. “This place has the shittiest service.”

Your newfound boldness shrinks with each step to their table.

“We just need to get them to settle down and then get them to leave,” Historia whispers, handing you a bottle. “Be polite, but don’t let them manhandle you.”

You put the mask back on, smiling as you and Historia both sit on either side of the booth.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Historia says, her voice still ringing calm and clear.

An arm immediately wraps around your shoulders the second you sit down, pulling you forcefully into him.

“Look at this - two more! We must be getting the V.I.P. treatment today, boys,” a man with long brown hair and green eyes shouts over the rest of the crowd.

Ever the essence of politeness, Historia pours the alcohol, a superficial smile never leaving her face.

“It’s our honor to serve you here at Club Azure,” is her meek reply. 

The two other hostesses copy Historia, just as you had done earlier, but behind their smiles are eyes that want to escape the situation as soon as possible. Although this is your first night and you still have much to learn, something feels different about this group of men; they are loud and arrogant, and their way of speaking is crude. It’s as if their entire goal is to make everyone uncomfortable. They continue to demand more alcohol and paw at the hostesses, downing bottle after bottle, their appetites insatiable.

All the while, the brunette man continues to clutch at you, his grip tight on your shoulder, keeping you from moving one inch. His suit reeks of alcohol and tobacco, and his breath is even worse when he finally decides to turn and speak to you. 

“I’ve never seen you here before.” 

He’s young, and there’s a wildness in his eyes, warning you to stay on his good side.

You attempt to shift away from him, but his arm is stronger than it looks. So you put on the mask and smile faintly. “I’m new. The name’s Luna.”

Seeming to be the ringleader of the group, you hope that light conversation will keep him preoccupied enough for help to arrive.

Whatever help that may be.

“Lunaaaaa…” he repeats, his tone heavy and foreboding. “You’re a non-aug.” He shifts his attention back to the other men at the table. “Look at this - we got ourselves a non-aug.”

You assume that means you’re not augmented. Will it be an intriguing curiosity, as it was in Lovof’s case? 

Or something far worse?

The men hoot and holler words that you aren’t familiar with, but you don’t need to be fluent in the Martian dialect to know the meanings of their slurs.

The other women look at you, brows knit, bodies frozen, each hesitant to intercede.

“Tell me, Luna,” his green eyes darken, moving down your body and stopping at the bare leg peeking out of the high slit of your dress, “is every part of you real?”

His grip on your shoulder grows even tighter as his free hand moves up your thigh. “Let’s find out, hm?”

Every fiber of your being is screaming to escape this man’s clutches. Your eyes flash to Historia, who attempts to stand up and walk to you, but is forced back down by one of the men. She sends you a helpless expression that even she is powerless to help you.

But you refuse to be powerless. Not ever again.

So you meet the man’s lustful gaze, and slap him hard across the face.

A look of shock sweeps over him, his pride hurt more than the sting in his cheek.

“Don’t you touch me,” comes your warning, willing your body and voice not to shake.

Time freezes for a moment, not a single person moving a muscle, until - 

– the back of his hand cracks against your cheekbone. 

It takes you a few seconds to realize what just happened, but before you can react, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look into his eyes.

“Bitch.” He squeezes tighter. “Do you know who I am?”

“Should I?” you manage to reply, despite the forceful grip on your cheeks.

His eyes fill with rage, getting even greener. “Nobody fucks with the Jaeger clan.”

“Oi.”

You hear a voice behind the two of you, cold as steel.

“Did you hear the lady? Hands off.”

You can’t move your head to see who’s talking, but your assailant does. “And who the fuck are you?”

“Someone who’s about to fuck with the Jaeger clan.”

Suddenly a hand grabs the back of the man’s collar and yanks him up, his body flying over the back of the booth and into another table. There are a few screams but then the club goes silent as all eyes watch what’s transpiring. 

Finally free, you look behind you to see a man in a navy blue suit. He walks closer to the other man, who’s scrambling up from the floor. There’s an incredible size difference between the two; this man in the blue suit is much shorter than the men that are now surrounding him, but it doesn’t seem to faze him in the least. 

Green eyes flash and the three other henchmen barrel towards the shorter man. It only takes a few seconds for two of them to be sprawled on the ground, barely conscious. The third grabs the lapels of his dark blue suit, but a hard knee to his groin has him joining his compatriots on the floor. 

“Bastard..” 

Now the only one standing, the brunette moves his hand toward the inner pocket of his jacket.

Something flashes into the hand of the smaller man. It seems to be a knife of some kind.

How did it appear so quickly?

“You pull out that piece and it’ll be the last thing your hand ever does,” the shorter man warns, his eyes laser-focused.

The other three men scurry off the floor and towards the club’s exit, but not before one of them grabs his friend by the shoulder. “Come on Eren, let’s get out of here. Your brother’s gonna kill us if this gets worse.”

The tall brunette man smirks then backs away with his hands up, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him.

“This isn’t over.” His eyes then flit to you as he straightens his suit jacket. “Fucking bitch,” he spits, before turning to leave.

It’s as if the whole club takes a collective sigh once the four men are finally gone. Historia is immediately at your side.

“Oh my god, Luna, are you alright? I’m so sorry..”

You can hear her words and feel her gentle hands touching your face, but all your attention is on the man standing before you. He buttons his suit jacket and runs his fingers through his hair, pushing back the few strands that came loose during the scuffle.

“Thank you so much, um…” your words hang in the air, waiting for a name.

His steel blue eyes look into yours - not at your body, not at the bruise you’re sure is growing by the second - but deep into your eyes, before looking away. 

It’s the first time you’ve felt someone look at you like you’re a person, not some oddity.

“Levi,” he finally answers in a low, cool voice. “And don’t thank me for doing my job.”

Before you can say more, he’s turned his back, disappearing into the darkness of the club. 

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~ & you should stay in my good graces. [hange zoe] 18+ SMUT

Reader is afab with she/her pronouns. my requests are currently CLOSED throughout the duration October! Please respect that Hange is non-binary and referred to as they/them if you don’t respect their pronouns, please DNI.

I am in NO way responsible in your fanfic consumption MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! [914 words]

You knew your spouse was eccentric, always wanting to try new things and explore every possible thing they possibly could — from tying you up to exposing you in public, they were experimental by nature, and it was evident with your relationship with them.

You were their favourite way to pass time, coming home to you and spending time with one another, though being bent over their lap with your legs spread wasn’t something that had happened often, the bottle of lube beside them on the bed and their finger in your ass, convincing you that this was a great idea while whispering praise into your ear.

You were used to Hange placing a butt plug in you but this was different, the sizes were bigger than you were used to upon first glance and you were unsure if it would fit in you, “Hange please” you begged unsure if it was for more or less, though her finger picked up its speed, adding another to open you up further while pressing their lips to your neck.

“C’mon baby we’re just starting, you said you could handle it,” you could tell Hange was pouting, their tone evidently making fun of you, “and your holes sucking in my fingers so well, imagine it taking something bigger.”

“But you’re already making me feel so good already,” you retorted, moving back and forth to meet their pace, “I’m close to cumming Hange” you told them, though it seemed they were in a playful mood and chose to remove their fingers from within your ass, choosing to spank both cheeks while your sounds of protest were heard throughout the room.

“Good girls don’t cum without permission, Y/N, are you a good girl or bad girl?”

“I’m good, I promise I’m good, I’m your good girl,” you reassured them, wishing they’d touch you in any way, that you had their full, undivided attention.

“Good girls don’t cum without their spouse’s permission,” Hange retorted, picking up the anal beads, the toy started small then got gradually bigger, and while Hange was sure you could take it previously, they weren’t as sure after hearing your displeasure of the size.

“Promise I won’t cum without your permission,” you confirmed, “you’re the boss, I promise I won’t be naughty.”

“You know I wouldn’t let you get away with it, baby, now open your legs further we’re gonna see how much this pretty ass can take,” upon her insistence you opened your legs further, laying over them as to get yourself in a position which would allow you to take all they gave you. “If it’s too much say red and we’ll stop,” you nodded in confirmation that you understood, and antagonising waited for them to insert the toy into you.

The toy was covered in lube, Hange refused to push barriers on your comfort, always choosing to ensure the two of you were safe. The first bead wasn’t large as it was inserted into you, Hange was going slow, playing with your clit as they continued to insert the toy. Your moans filled the room, wetness covering you as you were close to your first orgasm of the night.

“Hange, I’m going to,” you told them, while they stopped playing with your clit, with the stimulation gone, you were unable to reach your peak.

“Not so soon, baby” their response was quick, “you’ve got two more then you get to cum, not before.”

The next bead was larger in size, you could hear the squirting of lube as Hange slowly inserted it into you, their other hand’s fingers trailing up and down your back, as if to soothe you for your hole making accommodation for the large bead entering you.

“Oh fuck,” you exclaimed, moans tumbling out of your mouth as you craved their touch between your legs, “How much longer?”

“Gotta be careful baby, we don’t want you to get hurt, do we?” They asked, the last bead may be a struggle for you, almost double the size of the previous one.

Hange wasn’t lying about the last bead as it was slowly inserted into you, their fingers moving from your back to your clit, while your legs shook, trying to prevent yourself from cumming, the final bead felt far too large as they slowly inserted it into you, stopping as it was halfway in you to squirt lube onto the toy, you could feel the coldness as Hange continued. Their fingers speeding up on your clit, as though to torture you from the stimulation you were receiving.

“Hange, please, I’m so close, I can’t hold it much longer,” you pleaded with them, feeling full — the anal beads and overstimulated by Hange’s fingers was too much, the tears were rolling down your cheeks as you held back.

“Cum for me baby,” at those words you were finally able to cum, holding onto Hange’s thigh as you did so, legs shaking and incoherent sounds coming from your lips. “You really needed that, baby, was gonna finger you too but you can’t take that can you?”

“Too much,” you told them, while they continued to play with your clit, “It felt good though, maybe next time we can go further but not today.” They placed a kiss on the back of your head as they slowly removed the beads from you, the softness of their actions contrasted with everything about them, “love you Hange”

“I love you too, now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Rainbow brick road.

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[14thcommander]

my love, mine all mine | tooth rotting fluff, honeymoon. 0.4k

a/n: just a lil something about trans people being in love. i had non binary reader in mind, but this is for anyone who likes hange. am i back to tumblr? who knows...

Hange Zoe is a lot of things. 

Impulsive, for starters. Curious, too. They have a need for knowledge and thirst for discovery that you haven’t seen in anyone else, ever. They are kind, too – perhaps too gentle and bright for this world. A heart so full of love, constantly pumping with passion: for science, for life, for you. 

“Could you…?” Zoe wordlessly asks, holding a bottle of sunscreen and pointing to their naked back. 

“Yeah, of course.”

It’s a small hotel room, filled with minimalistic furniture. Basic, white and beige. Still, for the last couple of days, Hange has managed to make a mess of it: there’s books, clothes, and bags. It doesn’t bother you, however. It only makes this trip more endearing. 

Your hands are sticky from sunscreen, yet you smile at them, feeling your lover’s warmth all over your palms. It stains you, beautifully so. 

“All done, love.”

Hange turns around, cheeks tainted pink and a smile blossoming on their face. The typical oval glasses that adorn their face are discarded on the bedside table. Now, their gaze is blurred, but they still smile at you. 

“Thanks, pookie.” Hange kisses your cheek, placing a hand to your waist. You giggle at the stupid nickname they gave you a couple of years ago, after your third official date. “I love you.”

You smile, stupidly. 

“I love you.”

The gold rings adorning both yours and Hange’s fingers is only proof of how much. You remember confessing your undying love for them before taking them on a date. Honestly, you have loved them ever since you were born – no, actually before that. Because there’s no way you came to this world, willingly or not, for any other reason than loving Hange Zoe. 

“Your turn now, babe.”

Taking your shirt off, you turn around. 

Zoe repeats the ritual once performed on them, the caring and loving hands now helping protect your skin from the unforgiving sun that will eventually face you today at the beach. 

Their touch comes along with memories, of times in which you would stare in the mirror and not recognize yourself, times in which love sounded like a lie instead of a promise, times in which you couldn’t picture yourself happy. Or alive. 

There’s still a bit of sunscreen staining your wedding ring, but you don’t care. Your love for Hange is splayed all over it.

[youre-ackermine]

OFF SCREEN - A collection of SNK Actor AU stories now on AO3

🎬 BEHIND THE SCENES

Pairing: Pikuhan, Levihan

Modern setting / Actor AU / Non-binary Hange / Fake dating / Secret relationship

Warnings: NSFW+18 - MDNI / Swearwords

Chapter One: Behind the Scenes

Rating M - Wordcount: 2.1k - Hange Zoe, Pieck Finger, Levi Ackerman, Armin Arlert

As the SNK cast attend the new episode premiere, Levi helps Hange hide their secret relationship with Pieck

Chapter Two: [coming soon]

Rating: - Wordcount: -

A/N: English is not my usual language // I write non-binary AFAB Hange

Series header & divider: @youre-ackermine