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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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Neighbors | ModernAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!OC and Hange Zoe x fem!OC

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ alcohol usage, expletives, adult themes, MINORS be cautious and DNI

☾ Author's note ➼ Hey guys, not gonna lie I was feeling it last night and this is the outcome of it. I'm not apologizing for my horny on main behavior, so... Anyways hope y'all enjoy! The February chapter for Unspoken Words is scheduled for this Monday. So if you've missed January, make sure to get caught up! Thanks lovelies!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~3.4k

A rainbow of lights flash in your eyes as you make your way through the writhing crowd. Bone vibrating bass pumps through your whole body and you can’t help but bob your head to the beat while the bar you set out to reach is in sight. It’s a Friday night and you find yourself in the busiest clubs downtown west of main street and you could not wait to drink the night away.

You were alone due to the rest of your very small pool of friends being unavailable, whether it be from working or spending the night with their significant other. Not that you were resentful though, you just wanted an escape and unfortunately that meant you had to go alone. Was it a bad decision? Maybe, but you didn’t care as you threw on your best fitting dress and most comfortable dancing heels you owned.

Flagging the bartender down, you dig through the small wallet you had stashed in your bra for loose cash. After a few moments, the lady behind the bar slides up to you and you shout for a couple shots of the cheapest vodka they have. All alcohol tastes bad but it achieved the same thing, you decided a while ago. There’s no reason to pay out the ass for it. When she returns with the shot glasses, you down them in one go as you slam them into the bar top. You hand her a $5 in tip with a smile and slip back into the crowd. You suddenly remember you hadn’t eaten much today so the alcohol takes effect faster than you intended to.

You couldn’t help but find solace in the heat of the bodies surrounding you. Of the loud music that deafened your hearing as well as your thoughts. You twist and turn to the beat, closing your eyes and feeling the warmth of the alcohol as it creeps its way through your system. You feel like you’re swimming as your head gets heavier and you laugh out loud into the air. This felt great. You felt comfortable.

Now let’s be honest, it’s not like you were on rock bottom. You had a steady job, your friends were great, and you were pretty content with where you were in life. But for as long as you could remember, there was a hole in your chest that you were never able to fill. You determined it was loneliness, but you often wondered if it was more complex than that. So no, you were not out here due to sadness, you know that for a fact. But for what it actually was, you still haven’t figured it out.

You lift your arms to stretch out above you as you move your body to the rhythm, eyes still closed in bliss. The smell of sweat and various colognes and perfumes permeate your senses as you’re pressed up against the people around you, not one of them paying you any attention. Well, except for one.

Someone gently grabs your waist and pulls you in their direction and when you open your eyes, you spot a feminine figure dressed in a tight pantsuit looking down at you curiously, as if they’re asking, ‘Are you okay with this?’ You smile widely at them and don’t fight against it, acknowledging that while you’re pretty tipsy, you’re still fully aware of your environment. They have brunette hair tied up in a messy ponytail and light brown eyes that bore into your own as they dance along with you. You hold on to them as you both sway, closing your eyes again to get lost in the euphoria of the liquor and the company.

After a moment, they lean down to your ear so you can hear them ask, “Can I get you another drink?” Their voice is playful, and you laugh with a nod. Lacing their fingers in yours, they lead you towards the bar again. They lean into the bar and shout something to the bartender, slapping cash down on the wood as they do. The bar isn’t as packed as the floor was thankfully, so when they turn back around to you with drinks in hand in no time, you’re not surprised. They hand it over to you and you smile gratefully at them then pull it to your lips. It’s sweeter and fruitier than you thought it would be, but it was great.

“I’m Hange!” They shout to you with a grin, taking a lengthy sip of their drink.

“Theo!” You yell back, doing the same with yours. Goddamn this is good.

“Slap me if I go too far, but you’re extremely attractive. Are you…?” They raise their eyebrow at you.

“You’re not so bad yourself. And no, I’m not seeing anyone right now.” You’ve had your fair share of crushes come and go, sometimes they went further than that. But for now, you were not preoccupied with anyone else. Their eyes sparkle at your response as they down the rest of their drink, then hold their hand out to you. You’re quick to throw back your own before grabbing their hand, your head now swimming. You follow them in a flushed daze.

You’re pulled back into the dancefloor with them, their arms around your shoulders as they hold you close. Hands travel every which way as your drunken stupor goes deeper. Still aware of your surroundings, but your inhibitions are slowly falling away, and you couldn’t care less. You find comfort in this chaos, of their breath on your face and the sweat rolling down your back. So, you two dance like that, disregarding the sticky skin and hair flying every which way.

Then their face leans down to you, hesitating as they hover above you with their eyes searching into yours. You can’t help but laugh again as you stretch up to meet their lips, using your arms around them to pull yourself up on the balls of your feet. Their lips are soft and filled with so much fervor that could only be a result from drunkenness. Your mouth moves along theirs in sync as you both hold each other close. When you break away, you can’t help but tip your head back in a fit of giggles. The drink Hange had gotten you was stronger than it tasted. And you were succumbing to the liquor faster than you had planned.

“How drunk are you?” They ask, playful but cautious.

“Yes!” You chirp with a laugh. But then after a moment, “The world is spinning.” You close your eyes to try and stop the motion but then open them back up quickly because doing so made the spinning worse.

“Let’s get some air!” They shout at you, and you nod slowly. You don’t fight as they tug you in some direction away from the crowd. Colors and lights blur pass like a long exposure film, and you can’t help but giggle again, though you’re not sure why. They stop after a moment, and you don’t notice quick enough, so you slam right into their back. The music is still reverberating through your whole body.

Hange’s talking to someone in front of them. There’s two people actually, a blonde man and a raven-haired man. You can’t make out what was being said, but they look over to you and you wave at them lazily. Wow, they're really handsome. The raven-haired man narrows their eyes at you, and you feel this itch in the back of your skull like you’ve seen him before. But when you try to rack your brain, the haziness is quick to distract you. Then the world starts spinning even faster and you clutch onto Hange’s arm for support.

“You’re really short.” You mumble and then suddenly they’re all reaching out to you at the same time. Huh, you think. Then blackness.

When you wake up, the first thought you think of is how you wish you hadn’t. Your head is pounding so much that you scrunch your eyes to attempt to make it go away. It doesn’t. The next thought that comes to you is how comfortable the thing you were laying on was, a bed maybe. There was at least a pillow under your head, so soft. The third thought is how wonderful yet foreign it smelled to you. Wait what? Your eyes snap open.

Your vision is blurry, but you blink a few times until you can see again. You see a forest green tapestry with doves hanging off the wall in front of you. This was most definitely not your room, and certainly not your apartment. Slowly, you travel your hands down your body to check if all of your limbs were still intact, discovering you were not in your dress. Instead, you feel a softer texture of a cotton shirt that was much too small for you as well as a pair of sweatpants that hugged your hips and barely reached your ankles. Thankfully your bra and undies were still present as well. At least you were clothed, but whose clothes were these? And who undressed you? The feeling of panic starts running cold through your veins as you wake up even more.

You’re in a bed lined with navy blue sheets and a thick white comforter is splayed across your body. There’s a noise coming from behind the door to your left, like someone was organizing metal pots and pans. You shoot up then quickly regret the decision. Falling back in the bed with a grunt, you flop your arm across your eyes to shield the light that filtered through a window that sat open, letting in the warm summer morning breeze. You peek under your arm to observe the rest of your surroundings.

It was a very simply decorated room. A desk with a couple picture frames placed deliberately on its surface sat in front of you. There’s a dresser and bookshelf off to your right, not a single piece of clutter in sight. Besides the tapestry and curtains, nothing else lined the walls. It was so… clean. The one thing that stands out to you, however, is the neat rack of multicolored skateboards next to the desk. Okay, seriously, where the fuck were you?

As your eyes travel towards the door where you heard the noise, you spot a glass of water as well as a couple of painkillers in a cup waiting on the bedside table. You reach for it slowly as you attempt to sit yourself up again, hands shaking from the hangover that is radiating through your whole body. You end up chugging the whole glass and it wakes your body up. With your mind alert now, you force yourself to swing your legs over the side of the bed. A wave of nausea hits you so hard that you take a moment before standing up. You have to use the wall to steady yourself. You remember the picture frames you saw on the desk, so you stumble over to get a better look at them, hoping to get an answer of where you were.

One of the frames shows a mother and her little boy, you assume. The mother is smiling widely as she holds on to a very toothy-grinned child. His black hair is fanned over his forehead, almost covering his piercing blue-gray eyes. They’re so happy. The other frame you saw had three people in it, arms over each other as they smiled for the picture. There’s a red head with choppy pigtails, a light dirty blonde male, and a raven-haired man which you suspect must be the older version of the boy in the other photo. They’re all wearing graduation caps and gowns. Wait, you've seen this man. Was he… the one from the club? Ugh, everything was so fuzzy.

Pressing your hand on the wall again for assistance, you pad your way to the door. You take a deep breath and pull it open slowly. You’re hit with the smells of freshly cooked bacon and eggs, which make your stomach do hurdles while also growling at the same time. When you make your way out the door, you see the source of the smell as well as the one cooking it. Their back is turned to you and all you see is a short statured man in an apron and some sort of white bandana pulling their hair back. You spot a back tattoo snaking its way up to the bottom of their neck, meeting just at their undercut. A gray long sleeve and black jeans don their lean body. You catch yourself staring without meaning to.

After checking to make sure you weren’t imagining the t-shirt and sweatpants on your body, you clear your throat to get their attention. They turn to you and you’re speechless. This was definitely the man from the club. Like the boy in the photo, their hooded eyes are stark gray in the light. Pale skin showcases heavy dark circles sitting on top of slightly puffy cheeks. His face shows no emotion as they stare at you, their sharp jawline set. You cover your chest with your arms as you’re feeling suddenly exposed at his gaze. They just raise an eyebrow at you quizzically.

“Hungry?” His deep voice bounces off the warm white walls. There’s heavy alternative playing softly from somewhere in the living space you stood in. You just nod, still unable to speak. He points to the dining table that sat in the corner of the small apartment and turns back around to tend to the food. You spot ear piercings climbing up both ears as the metal glints off the morning sun. Something still itched at you; Why did this man seem so familiar to you?

“Uh… we didn’t… do anything last night… right?” You eventually muster out, your face heating up at the insinuation. You plop yourself down on to the seat facing him.

“Tch, absolutely not. You were in no position to ask or receive anything last night.” He grumbles as he plates up the food before walking up to set them on the table in front of you. He has a plate for himself as well. “Eat, you need it.” He then leaves you to grab something out of the fridge. A wave of relief floods over you at the confirmation. You pick up the fork and dig in, reveling in the delicious simplicity of bacon and eggs. Your stomach decides to behave, for now.

He comes back with two glasses of orange juice and sets them down before falling back into his own chair. His white bandana is now forgotten, but his raven hair is slicked back from it, showing his whole face to you. You stop, fork mid-air, as you stare at him in awe. Up close, he was a very stunning man.

“What?” He inquires.

“Nothing, I- uh. Thanks for letting me crash. But who are you?” You take a sip of your juice. Oh my god, is this freshly squeezed?

“Seriously?” He stares at you incredulously.

“Um, yeah. My memory is pretty foggy, if that’s not clear.” You roll your eyes at him, taking another bite of your bacon.

“I’m Levi. You know, your neighbor? We’ve been neighbors for 3 years.” He pokes at his eggs but doesn’t take a bite. He’s staring down at them hard. You nearly choke on your food.

“Neighbors?!” You rack your head. It’s still fuzzy but you think you remember bumping into him a few times as you came and left your apartment intermittently. That’s right, he always had headphones on, and he wore glasses. Oh, this is some Clark Kent type shit, you think to yourself. You eye him carefully, trying to imagine glasses on him. Yeah, that was him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m not one to pay attention to my surroundings.” You chuckle halfheartedly.

“I’ll say.” Levi mumbles. He’s still not looking at you.

“But why am I here? If we’re neighbors, why couldn’t you get me to my apartment?” It’s your turn to raise an eyebrow at him.

“I recognized you, offered to take you home. But then you didn’t have your key on you, and it was two in the morning, so the landlord obviously wasn’t around. And I wasn’t about to make you sleep in the open.” He’s picking at a piece of bacon now, averting his gaze still. Your eyes fall back to your half-eaten food.

“Oh. I- yeah. That’s probably for the best. Thank you.” Silence fills the air between you two again.

After a moment, “So you and Hange?” Memories from last night fill your brain and you actually laugh. Levi finally looks up at you in surprise, eyes widening a little bit.

“Oh that? No no, it was nothing. Just having some fun.” You swat in the air, looking back at him. Something like relief floods his face. He hums in response, then goes back to picking at his food. “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s fine. Anyways hurry up, I need to get to work soon.” You chuckle and shovel in the rest of your food. It really was delicious, as simple as it was.

When you’re finished, Levi takes the dishes to pile them in the sink before turning on you. You shift awkwardly on the balls of your feet as he studies you.

“So where are my clothes?” You wrap your arms around yourself again, thinking again of how little you were actually wearing in front of him.

“I hung them up in the bathroom. I’ll go get them.” He briskly walks off in a random direction. You’re left standing in the middle of the room as you hug yourself. You’re embarrassed for not recognizing him sooner. Or even acknowledging that he lived mere feet away. Then you start to think of how nice this morning was compared to your other post-outings. Bar the shame, you didn’t wake up hungover and empty. Something about this morning with him warmed you to the bone and you relished in it. Levi eventually comes back with your dress ironed out and hanging on a coat hanger as well as your heels neatly polished.

“Did you clean those for me?”

“They were disgusting, of course I did. You also could use a shower but I figured that would be crossing a line.”

Pursing your lips, you grab the dress and shoes from his hands and nod stiffly before muttering, “Yeah, I supposed that would.” After another beat of staring at each other, “Let me go change and you can have these clothes back.”

“No.” Levi raises his hand to stop you. “Just, wash them and give them back to me when you can.” He starts walking to the front door and you’re quick to follow. He hands you your wallet as well as a small silver key. “The landlord came by earlier this morning with a copy of your key.” You stare at it. He not only let you stay in a warm bed for the night, but he washed your clothes and fed you breakfast and now he went out of his way to make sure you had a way into your home. He took care of you. Your chest blooms in heat at such a kind gesture; it was such a foreign feeling.

“Thank you, for everything. And I’m sorry I put you in this position.” You step out into the hallway, making sure you had a tight grip on your things before turning around to face him.

“Don’t apologize, again I wasn’t about to leave you on the doorstep alone.” Alone, that word reverberates through your skull.

“Um. Well. Thanks, again. I’ll see you around, Levi.”

“Yeah, see you Theo.” His sharp eyes linger on yours for a moment, then shuts the door leaving you to your thoughts in silence. You never even told him your name, yet he knew. You’ve never said hello to him that you can remember, nor did you ever spare him a glance longer than 3 seconds. You’re not sure why you didn’t pay attention much before, but you are now. You want to chase the feelings he gave you in the last couple hours for the rest of your life, you decide. The sudden thought startled you.

“Well, shit.” You mumble to yourself

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yourmotherstrashmouth · 1 year

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It's a boy!

Hange Zöe x Artist! Alexandra (Modern AU)

Summary: Alexandra devised a creative method to reveal baby's gender to Hange.

Warnings: pregnancy, semi-nudity, again Alexandra is not a minor! (She's 27 in this)

15th January, a day to remember for these two moms-to-be (even though Hange identified as non-binary, they agreed to be called "mama" until baby would grow older and learn about it). The rain was pouring gently tapping on the glass of the windows, a few thunders added a little more comfort to the atmosphere that filled the bedroom in which Alexandra sat on her and Hange's shared bed. She was wearing one of Hange's blouse she stole from their closet and a black bandeau top and panties, unluckly her belly was too big to button the blouse. She rocked her body back and forth to cradle the baby though he wasn't born yet. She couldn't wait to hold him into her arms, to sing him to sleep, to feed him to her breast milk. To unbestknowning of Hange, Alexandra went to get her ultrasound by herself; she found out they were having a baby boy. She couldn't think about any name yet, but that didn't bother her for now as long as he was healthy and stuff. She hadn't though about how to tell Hange. She kept caressing her belly as her mind was completely blank until her eyes lied on her art supplies and a white canvas ready to be filled with the colors of her mind. In that moment of staring, a light turned on into her brain: what if she revealed the gender of the baby with a painting of some blue flowers to give it to Hange as a gift? She got up from her chair and sat in front of the easel holding the canvas, squeezed all the shades of blue she owned out of their tubes on a plate and she begun to spread the color on the white background. She was done just in time for Hange's return from work. She walked in the living room with her left cheek, collarbone and even her bump covered in little blue marks. «Welcome back, honey.» She greeted her partner and hugged and kissed them pretending nothing happened though she knew they would notice. «Hi, darling.» Hange greeted back before to give a look at their wife from head to toe. «Looks like you just finished one of your masterpieces.» They assumed. «Yeah...» Alexandra chuckled nervously and tucked a lock of her raven behind her ear. «Speaking of which... I have something I wanna show you.» She motioned them to wait a second, she walked back into the bedroom to grab the painting as Hange shaked sitting on the couch, waiting for her. When Alexandra entered the living room holding a beautiful painting of some blue flowers which covered the view of her baby bump for a reason. «Sweetheart... this is beautiful...» Hange commented as they were amazed by their wife's painting and when Alexandra moved the painting apart, she reveal her baby bump with a "it's a boy" written in baby blue on. «Oh my...» She could clearly see Hange's eyes were feeling with tears of joy as they got up to hug her. «Thank you for this beautiful gift.» They whispered in her ear before to kiss her cheek and then kneel down to kiss her belly.

#attack on titan #hange zoe #hange zoe x oc #hange x alexandra #pregnant oc #modern au #attack on titan modern au #aot modern au

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abbyslev · 1 year

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𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑰𝑻- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

WARNINGS: college! teacher hange x college! student reader (no underage shit), fingering, spit, panty stuffing, praise, hange eating pussy hehehe, thigh riding, EYE CONTACT, top! hange

A/N: im still fairly new to this, so any feedback will be appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys teehee. I love all of you and tysm for reading!

WC: 1k

You shut your notebook, letting out a stressful sigh of frustration.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Your partner waved at you, leaving the class. You nodded, grabbing your backpack from the floor. You hated chemistry class. If you thought high school’s chem was hard, college was harder.

What made it even worse was the stupid chem teacher. The way they gave you lingering looks, picked on you to answer knowing you weren’t paying attention, and always stuck around to help you. It made you feel humiliated, but a small part of you loved it. You liked the stinging feeling inside your stomach everytime they even breathed your way.

Today, you had to make a solution to dissolve an item. Your partner was smart, but refused to touch the chemicals. So, she wrote down everything while you tried to figure out the chemicals. You failed every time, and felt embarrassed as you could feel your Professor eyeing your table from the front of the class.

You stuffed your books in your backpack, a blush creeping up on your face as your chemistry teacher approached you. “We need to talk.” They said, You looked up at them as they pushed up their glasses. God that eyepatch made you think thoughts no one should ever have. You nodded, knowing this was about your low grade.

“Yes, Professor Zoe?” Your hands falter a bit, face red in embarrassment. “It’s Professor Hange for you.” They chuckled. They pressed their hips against the table, fingers playing with their many rings. You nodded, putting your backpack on your shoulders. “I wanted to talk about your grade in chem. I know it’s not the easiest class, but I know you can do it. I have a few options for you.” They spoke in a low tone, eyes trailing for your hands, up your chest and stopped at your eyes.

“W-what would those options be, Professor Hange?” You kept eye contact, face blushing. “Well, for one, you could just redo all the assignments and tests, and I’ll give you the higher grade.” Hange licked their lips before looking down at their veiny hands. “Or, since this is the biggest lab we have, you could come in after dinner and we could redo this lab. I could help.” They stared down at your lips, before looking back up at your conflicted face.

You hated sitting there and doing the assignments and tests, you knew you would just fail again. Plus, if you chose the second option, you would get to spend more alone time with Hange. Your stomach turned just at the thought of it.

“I’ll come in after dinner.” You nodded, smiling. “Okay. Meet me here at five, ok? The door will be unlocked.” Hange gave you a small smile before walking back to their desk. You walked out of the class, a big grin plastered on your face.

You got home, showered, styled your hair and got all dolled up.

Normally at school, sweats and a jacket would do, but you wanted to look good for Hange. You walked down the chemistry hallway, your hands toying with your phone nervously. Your heart raced with every step you took, close to Hanges classroom. It felt like the shortest walk ever.

The white door was cracked open a bit. You pushed it open, looking around the empty classroom. The lights were a bit dim and there was a quiet typing noise. “Hey! You made it.” Hange stood up. You blushed as your eyes met theirs.

Their button up shirt was tucked into their black pants, the tops buttons unbuttoned down a bit, exposing their collarbones. Their sleeves were rolled up, exposing a slither of their upper arm tattoo that stopped below their elbow. Not to mention that eyepatch that drives you insane.

“It’s all set up.” Hange walked towards the table, giving you a smirk. You put your phone in the pocket of your shorts, leaning on the table. “Okay so, if you demonstrate this correctly, I will give you a hundred for the whole semester, ok? I don’t want you to fail.” Hange stood beside you as you nodded.

“Ok, which one is the acid?” They watched as your hands grabbed the clear liquid. “That’s correct. Now add it to the blue solution. Just a third of it, not all.” Hange watched over your shoulder. “How much is a third?” You asked, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Here.” Hange grabbed your hand in theirs. Your hand felt like it was on fire and your heart was beating so fast you swore your Professor could hear it. “Like this.” Hange whispered in your ear, their body up against yours. Your hips hit the table, Hange’s other hand against your waist. You could feel all of them. Your face turned red, a small sigh leaving your lips. Hange didn’t remove their face from beside your ear.

The solution turned red. “There you go. Now add this.” Hange kept their position, handing you a packet full of powder. As you opened it, Hange’s hands were on either side of you, grasping the edge of the table. You were trapped, and you loved it. You poured the powder in the solution, watching it turn yellow. “See? You did amazing.” Hange stayed pressed against you. “Is it done?” You asked, hair falling in front of your face.

Hange turned you around, smirking. “Yes. You did well. I think you deserve more than just an A.” Hange leaned in. You looked down at their soft lips, before meeting their eyes. They were full of lust and desperation.

Hange grabbed your face, lips meeting yours. They molded perfectly against each other, shaky breaths leaving your mouth. “You did good. Such a good girl.” Hange pulled away before connecting your lips again. Their soft hands traveled down your chest, body, and stopped at your shorts.

You unbuttoned them quickly. Hange smirked, pressing small kisses on your neck as they lifted you up on the table behind them. The cold made your skin crawl. Hange pushed you back, pulling you shorts down to your ankles.

Hange let out a needy sigh, their eyes trailing down your body. They stopped at the small star tattoo on your hip, making them smile. They leaned down, their eyes looking into yours. With the tip of their tongue, they traced the tattoo, making you whimper impatiently. “Tell me what you want, princess.” They press a kiss on the small star.

“I want you to fuck me.” You breathe out. Hange, without a warning, pressed their lips against your wet clit. You threw your head back, cheeks red. They slipped their tongue through your folds, pulling back as you let out a loud moan.

They pull back, taking the rest of your shorts off. Your pink panties appear in their hand. “Open.” They take their pointer and thumb finger on your chin, opening your mouth. They stuff your panties in your mouth, licking their lips. “Be a good girl and quiet down unless you wanna get us caught.”

You nod, chest heaving up and down. Hange slipped in their middle finger, watching as your legs closed. Hange pried them open, tongue playing your bud as they added another finger in you. Your muffled moans pleasured Hange.

Their tongue worked their way around their own fingers, making your teeth clench around the lace. Hange pulled away, fingers still working you. “You’re so good for me.” She whispered against your soft skin. “So good.” Her hand slipped under your shirt, groping your chest. You held her wrist, eyes watering and drool coming down your chin.

Branding the taste of you on their tongue was now their favorite thing ever. The way you arched your back, pleading them through muffled moans to go faster. Your fingers tangled themselves around Hange’s hair, eyes rolling back. Your thighs clenched around their head, legs shaking slightly. You are so close.

Hange caught on, pulling their head away. Your movements stopped, staring as Hange stood in between your legs, lips glistening with your arousal. “You’re gonna have to earn this A, baby.” Their long fingers took the panties out of your mouth. A string of saliva hung onto the cloth. Hange kissed you, tongue against yours. You sloppily kissed back, bucking your hips for any sort of friction.

Hange picked you up, kissing your neck and you wrapped your legs around their waist. Hange backup against their chair, sitting down with you straddling their waist. They slid your shirt off quickly, hands massaging your breast through your lace bra.

“Sit.” Hange moved their thighs so you sat on one of them. You leaned into their neck, a shaky breath leaving your parted lips. “Go ahead, baby. Show me you deserve this.” Their cold hands grazed your nipples, down your stomach and landed on your thighs.

Your hips moved back and forth on Hange’s thigh, cold fingertips drawing small circles on your bare legs. “Fuck, Professor.” You mewl, head thrown back. Hange took the opportunity, kissing your neck again. They focused on one spot, nibbling and sucking it as you fastened your pace. Their hands grasped themselves on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

“Look at me.” They demanded. You tried your best, but the feeling of euphoria had taken over and it was hard to keep eye contact. “Look at me.” They repeated. One hand grabbed your cheeks, squishing them together as your legs squeezed Hange’s drenched thigh. “Slow down.” Hange pressed their forehead against yours, this time kissing you slowly. “But Professor-” A hard slap on your cheek interrupted you. “Slower.”

You whine, but oblige. Your hips slowed down, the feeling starting to build up in your stomach again. You bite your lip down, Arms gripping Hange’s shoulders. “Oh, fuck.” You let out, face in Hange’s chest. “Fuck.” You repeat again, letting it happen. “Keep going, dear.” Hange held back moans from watching you fall apart on their lap,

You felt their hand inside you again. Your legs buckled as their fingers swirled around you, collecting your cum. Hange brought their fingers up to their mouth, eyes watching yours intently as they sucked their fingers clean.

You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Hange spat a mix of both of you into your mouth, letting out a pleasurable sigh as you swallowed with a smile. “These are for me to remind myself why you deserve this.” Hange took your panties, slipping them in their pocket. They gave you one last kiss, pushing your damp hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you here Friday?” “Friday works.” You smile before tangling yourself back into them.

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cxtoonzzz · 28 days

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Art is not arting I'm rlly not feeling this😭

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Chapter 18

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Seventeen

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•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 3.2k

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

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A/N: hey....

So I absolutely hate this chapter with all my soul. It took me a whole month to write. I'm so mad about how things turned out! Totally understand if y'all don't like it. I restarted and deleted this chapter so many times. Also super mad about how I wrote Levi in this chapter. I just want to hurry up and get to the 104th introductions but I have some more writing left before then. bare with me y'all. Sorry for the rant<3 (3-29-24)

I staggered into the pantry, my fingers fumbling over the shelves in search of something to drown out the chaos of my thoughts. But alas, Elenor had beaten me to it, leaving me to grumble under my breath about the injustice of it all. If only I hadn't spilled my flask earlier, I wouldn't be in this sorry state.

Elenor's grip on my ear was like a vice, yanking me away from my futile quest for solace. She muttered something about stains and salvaging, but her words were lost in the haze of my alcohol-addled mind. I stumbled along behind her, my steps unsteady and uneven.

"I can't believe you," she muttered, her disappointment evident in the furrow of her brow. "Do you have any idea how long it'll take to fix this mess?"

"Just dye it black," I suggested with a careless shrug, my focus already drifting elsewhere.

"You are not wearing black to the ball," she insisted, her tone brooking no argument.

"How about we just skip the ball altogether?" I proposed, hoping to evade the impending disaster. "I do it every year. Why change now?"

"You're going and that's an order."

Levi's voice pierced the air, sharp and commanding. Somehow he still managed to slice through the atmosphere even without the precision of a blade at hand. When he spoke, it was all eyes on him no matter where we were.

Startled, I spun around to face him, only to find his formidable figure looming behind me like the specter of authority he was. His expression was etched with a scowl, a silent warning of his displeasure. With his sleeves rolled up, his muscular forearms were on display, revealing how his time and effort had paid off. I couldn't help but notice the way his veins snaked beneath his skin. I watched his finger tap rhythmically against his bicep, a habitual gesture of restraint, he exuded an aura of controlled power that left me momentarily breathless.

I sensed the undercurrent of his pent-up frustration, knowing all too well that I was only adding fuel to the fire. Where had he disappeared to earlier that had left him in such a state of anger? Despite his efforts to conceal it, I could see right through him; after all, I knew Levi better than he knew himself.

"This early?" he remarked, striding closer to inspect the wine stain on my dress. "You're a mess."

"That's rich coming from you," I shot back, my words laced with a hint of defiance as I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the way his arms flexed with each movement. The faint traces of blood stained his sleeves, stark against the crisp white fabric, painting a picture of a man accustomed to trouble. Levi was like a magnet for chaos, and I couldn't shake the nagging thought of whose blood might be clinging to his clothes this time.

"I'm not trying to hide anything," he insisted, his tone laced with irritation. "Unlike you, I wasn't trying to flaunt it."

"Iris," Elenor chided, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Mind your manners. You drunk fool."

"I'm not even drunk!" I protested though the warmth in my cheeks betrayed me. In reality, I had indulged more than I should have, the remnants of last night's revelry still lingering in my system.

"Your cheeks say otherwise," Levi observed, his gaze piercing as he met my eyes. "Not to mention how boldly you're speaking to your captain right now."

"Cry me a river, we're off duty," I shot back, my defiance fueled by the liquid courage coursing through my veins.

"Iris!" Elenor's voice rang out, a note of panic creeping in as she attempted to salvage the situation. "I'm so sorry, Captain Levi. She's been drinking since she woke up. She's been nothing but defiant."

"Let's be honest, she probably never went to sleep after what happened last night. " Levi remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed me from head to toe. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, a complex blend of disdain and... another emotion that eluded my drunken mind.

Last night?

"Oh, whatever," I huffed, spinning on my heel to stride away from the brewing tension. I refused to linger and subject myself to their judgmental gazes any longer. After all, it was just a minor mishap with some wine. What's the worst that could come of it?

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The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over our garden as I sprawled on the grass, my mother's voice fading into the background as my thoughts wandered to places they shouldn't dare tread.

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the haze of my daydreams, pulling me back to reality with a jolt. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before focusing on her expectant gaze.

"Yes, mother?" I replied, my tone innocent but my mind racing to come up with a suitable explanation for my absent-mindedness.

"What has captured your attention so thoroughly?" she inquired, her curiosity evident in the furrow of her brow. I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the forbidden desires that swirled in the depths of my mind.

How could I tell her that my thoughts had strayed to the forbidden realm beyond our walls? I longed to explore the unknown, to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden in the world outside. The very notion was absurd, blasphemous even. But the urge burned within me, impossible to ignore.

"Iris," my mother's voice snapped me out of my reverie once again, her tone firm but not unkind. I swallowed nervously, my mind still racing as I struggled to find the right words.

"I was just... thinking," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on the ground as I avoided her probing stare.

"About what?" she pressed, her patience wearing thin as she awaited my response. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for her reaction.

"Beyond the walls," I admitted, the words tumbling from my lips in a hushed whisper. My mother's gaze softened, her eyes following mine as we both turned to face the looming structure that cast a shadow over our lives.

The weight of my mother's disappointment hung heavy in the air, she gazed at me, as if realizing a truth she had long hoped to avoid. I could see the reluctance etched in the lines of her face, the weariness of someone who had fought against inevitability and lost.

"I didn't expect you to be interested so soon," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of regret as she set aside our books, her movements slow and deliberate.

"But it seems the time has come for you to learn one of life's most important lessons, Iris."

"Are those ugly things truly that important?" I frowned, gesturing towards the looming walls that loomed on the horizon, their imposing presence a constant reminder of the boundaries that confined us. My mother's gaze hardened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she fixed me with a stern look.

"You must take this seriously, Iris," she admonished, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, Mother," I replied, my voice tinged with defeat as I slumped back against the grass, the weight of her expectations pressing down on me like a heavy burden. Why couldn't this be a simple answer, a straightforward explanation that made sense to my young mind?

"Good, now listen closely," my mother began, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom. "Those walls represent safety and security to all of us. They protect us from the dangers lurking beyond. It's only natural to be curious, but it can also be deadly. We must remember the blessings we have within these walls."

"What's out there that's so dangerous?" I interjected, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. The thought of unseen dangers lurking just beyond our reach sent a shiver down my spine.

My mother took a long, deep breath, closing her eyes briefly as if gathering her thoughts. I watched as her hands tensed up before she released her breath, her gaze meeting mine with a solemn intensity I had never seen before. It was a look that spoke of fear, of caution, of a mother's desperate plea to protect her child from the harsh realities of the world.

"Iris, dear," she started, her voice a soft murmur carrying the weight of untold history, "what lies beyond these walls is a realm of nightmares. Creatures known as Titans roam freely, devouring anything in their path. They're not merely monsters; they're the harbingers of chaos, the embodiment of primal fear."

Titans. The word hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the unknown. I felt a thrill of excitement course through me, mingled with a hint of fear. How had I never heard of these creatures before? What other secrets lay hidden within the confines of our walls, waiting to be discovered?

"Have you seen one?"

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and cold. It was a tone she rarely used. I felt my excitement retreat, replaced by a somber silence that enveloped us like a heavy fog.

"No, I have not," my mother finally replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I've only heard stories."

"Stories?" I echoed, leaning in closer, eager for any scrap of information about these elusive creatures. "What kinds of stories?"

"The gruesome kind," she answered curtly, her gaze distant as if she were reliving memories best left forgotten.

"So these Titans, they're the reason we can't go beyond the walls?" I pressed, my mind racing with questions and possibilities.

"Exactly," my mother confirmed, her voice firm. "That's why we must stay inside the walls. We are safest within the confines of Wall Sina."

"Has anyone ventured outside the walls?"

"Yes, the Scouts."

"Do you think I could ever—?" I began, only to be swiftly cut off by my mother's stern interjection.

"It is forbidden," she stated firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

"But what about Father?" I persisted, determined to uncover the truth behind my father's mysterious comings and goings. "He always talks about protecting the walls. Is this why? Does he go beyond them?"

A shadow passed over my mother's features, her expression clouded with sadness as she spoke of my father's unwavering dedication to his beliefs. "Your father serves the walls in his own way, my dear," she explained gently. "But his duty lies within these walls, among the faithful who uphold the sanctity of our home."

"Swear on your life, Iris, that you will never attempt to breach the walls."

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The wind howled mournfully, chilling me to the bone as I stumbled through the neglected garden. Dead bushes clawed at my clothes, snagging on the fabric as I pressed forward. The iron gate groaned in protest as I forced it open, the rusted hinges screeching in the darkness. The darkness swallowed the stars, leaving me to navigate by instinct alone. Despite the absence of the moon's guiding light, I pressed on, my steps unsteady and my mind clouded by one too many glasses.

I felt like a lost soul navigating the depths of hell. The darkness was all-consuming, swallowing the stars and leaving me to fend for myself in a world devoid of light.

As I collapsed onto the unforgiving marble bench, the cold seeped into my bones, a cruel reminder of my frailty. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

Why did I drink this much? What was I trying to forget?

"Get up," Levi's voice pierced through the fog of my thoughts, his tone as sharp as a blade but I refused to yield. His hand reached out to help me, but I recoiled instinctively, my body tensing at the thought of his touch.

"No," I protested, my voice a defiant whisper as I clung to the bench for dear life. "I'm fine."

But the darkness pressed in, weighing me down like an anchor, my limbs heavy with exhaustion and regret. With a frustrated grunt, Levi hoisted me to my feet, his grip around my arm as he dragged me from the bench.

"You're a mess. A sloppy fucking mess," Levi muttered under his breath, his irritation palpable as he struggled to keep me upright. I leaned into him, my head spinning with each faltering step.

"You sound just like him," I muttered, my words slurred and barely coherent as I stumbled alongside him. Levi's touch felt suffocating, his fingers digging into my sides like claws as he propelled me forward.

"Let go," I pleaded weakly, but Levi remained steadfast, his determination unyielding as he pulled me closer. "Please."

But my protests fell on deaf ears, Levi's grip unrelenting as he guided me toward the safety of the house. With each step, I felt the weight of my past bearing down on me, the memories clawing at my consciousness like a ravenous beast.

My breath was taken away as I flung myself out of his grip and on the cold cement.

When will I stop flinching at the slightest brush of a hand, my body recoiling instinctively from any hint of closeness? When will I shed this suffocating cloak of fear that wraps itself around me like a second skin, a constant reminder of the horrors I've endured? When will I find the strength to stand tall, to reclaim my body as my own, untainted by the memories of pain and betrayal? When will I stop cowering from a man's touch, and learn to trust again?

After four years, I'm still fighting for peace.

"I said let go," I whimpered, my voice trembling with fear as Levi knelt beside me, his touch gentle against my clammy skin. "Don't touch me."

But Levi ignored my pleas, his patience wearing thin as he lifted me off the ground once more. I felt his strong arms snake underneath me, effortlessly hoisting me off my feet once again. My head bounced against his chest as he carried me, his expression stoic as ever. Despite my resistance, I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude towards him, a flicker of warmth in the cold darkness that threatened to consume me.

"God, you smell like a bar," he groaned as he carried me into the house, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Levi's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he carried me up the stairs to my room, his steps deliberate and measured. Despite my drunken haze, I couldn't help but sense the tension radiating from him, like a storm brewing on the horizon. But I was too preoccupied with the swirling chaos in my mind to dwell on his mood.

As he deposited me onto the bed with more force than necessary, I let out an indignant grunt, my limbs splayed out like a ragdoll. Levi's jaw clenched with barely contained anger, his eyes flashing with a mixture of concern and irritation. But I was too intoxicated to notice, too lost in my world of blurred lines and fragmented memories.

"You're a damn fool, Iris," he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with exasperation. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to drink yourself into oblivion like this?"

I waved his words away dismissively, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness. "Relax, Captain," I slurred, a lazy smirk playing on my lips. "It's not like I'm the first soldier to drown their sorrows in a bottle."

Levi's expression darkened at my flippant response, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

"You think this is funny, Iris?" he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting. "You could have gotten yourself killed out there tonight."

I blinked up at him, the severity of his words finally registering through the fog of alcohol. For a brief moment, I saw the worry etched into his features, the genuine concern that lay hidden beneath his gruff exterior.

But then the moment passed, and I was back to see him as just another authority figure trying to control my every move.

I was in Wall Sina, what's the worst that could happen to me? It's not like a Titan is going to appear randomly here.

"Always the overprotective captain, aren't you?" I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye. "What are you gonna do, put me on kitchen duty for a month?"

Levi's reaction was immediate, his jaw tensing as a flicker of annoyance danced in his steel-gray eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, his frustration palpable as he reluctantly took a seat beside my bed.

"Your insolence knows no bounds," he muttered, his tone laced with a fit of simmering anger. "Perhaps scrubbing the mess hall will help rein it in. Your behavior has been unacceptable."

"Do you even realize how reckless you've been?" he chastised, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You're a walking disaster, leaving a trail of chaos everywhere you go. It's exhausting having to clean up after you time and time again."

"Then don't."

"I'm your Captain. It's my job."

I watched him with bleary eyes, the room spinning around me in dizzying circles. Despite my best efforts to focus, everything seemed to blur together in a haze of confusion and disorientation. Levi's presence beside me was both comforting and unsettling, his silent vigil a stark reminder of how much I had let him down.

"Why are you still here?" I slurred, my words barely audible above the pounding of my own heart. "Shouldn't you be off saving the Walls or something?"

Levi's gaze bore into mine, his frustration seeping as he held my drunken gaze.

"We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning," he reiterated his tone firm but tinged with a hint of concern that he couldn't quite conceal.

"I don't have time to babysit a drunken fool."

I chuckled, the alcohol dulling the sting of his words. "Well, lucky for you, I'm a pro at taking care of myself," I quipped, my words slurring slightly as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Levi's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes before it was replaced by a mask of stern resolve.

"This isn't a joke, Iris," he insisted, his voice cutting through the haze of my inebriation. "You need to take this seriously."

I waved him off dismissively, my hand swatting at an imaginary fly as I leaned back in my seat. "Relax, Captain," I replied, a lazy grin spreading across my lips. "I've got it all under control."

Levi's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to rein in his frustration.

I shrugged nonchalantly, my gaze drifting lazily around the room.

"Hey, we're still alive, aren't we?" I countered, my tone flippant as I brushed off his concerns. "What more do you want?"

Levi opened his mouth to respond, but I was already drifting off, the weight of exhaustion pulling me into its embrace. His words faded into the background as sleep claimed me, leaving me to drift away into a sea of dreams.

When will this end?

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BAUKLÖTZE. Hange Zoë x reader Ackerman

Chapter One

Wall Sina

Year 850

"Hange, let me guess, are you about to visit the kid?"

"Of course, do you want you come with me? He needs someone to accompany him and he has to be out in 20 minutes."

"Do we really trust him?" I asked her with a shaky voice. He was just a little kid after all.

"Levi said he is worthy to trust, I think this says enough." Hange replied with confidence. This was enough for me to believe.

"I will wait for you in the door, don't be late, we don't have time."

The kid I was talking about, Eren Yeager, apparently could transform into a Titan. That would bring us so many chances to win against Titans. Could anyone even imagine that we could just use a Titan against others? He could fix the broken entrance of Wall Maria and we could retake back our land. Lots of our problems would be solved. But... Is he trustworthy? I heard from Erwin that he plans to join the Scout regiment. Besides from what he wants...

We have to succeed in this court. We have a plan but it's still difficult to win their trust. After all, they look at us like we are already dead.

"Ackerman!"

Wall Sina

Year 830

"Ackerman! Why don't you go and live with your other family back to Wall Maria in the underground? You don't belong here"

Comments about my blood family, the Ackemans, were made every other day. I couldn't really avoid it so I just accepted it. Something that crossed my mind though every day was 'why would they leave me and I ended up being adopted?' Not that I don't want my parents, but what if? Or what if they never kept my real name? I could be Y/N Stones. Or else I could be secret underground spy? Why would I even want that? I don't care about the history of my name. All I just want is to be historian.

"I'm so sorry for them, they are not bad, they just can't express their feelings we'll! " A kid in front of them told me as the others left. They were from my class, their hair were in a messy bun and they were carrying some big science books.

"I didn't ask." Look who was talking. Their friends have not stopped a single minute judging the very single move I do. At least it were them all alone and not with the things they talk with.

"Ackerman right? I always wanted to meet one actually, I find your family history really interesting."

"Yeah right, thank you." Of course it's always my family that they are interesting, not me.

"I'm Hange Zoë by the way, we are in the same class but we never really talk much so..

"Y/N." I just stood there staring at her because I had no intention of starting an actual conversation. Why would I?

"Come on Hangeee, leave the freak alone and join us!" all of her friends were screaming from behind but she didn't leave. She stayed there looking at me.

"We could be friends if you want to..." I guess she saw that I was not in the best mood for company. I was looking down like I was not even listening to her. But I did. And I wanted a friend. But not her. She already had her stupid friends anyway.

"Or I guess another time, see you around Ackerman!"

Wall Sina

Year 850

I turned around and saw Miche with Hange and right besides them, Eren. Hange was calling me from far behind. She truly liked calling me by my last name, not only in public but in general. And I just let her. Just her.

"Oh and here is Captain Y/N Ackerman, the greatest soldier we have alongside with Levi" Hange introduced me with the biggest smile she could wear. Why would she even say that, I told her many times to not introduce me again like that.

"Ackerman?" The kid asked.

"That's right kid. You must be Εren Yeager?"

"Ri-right" He seemed confused. Did I say something weird? Did I scare him?

"Be careful out there kid. It will be hard, but have faith in our Commander." I held his arm and showed him the way to the court.

"I know it's selfish, but we have no choice than to blindly trust you." Hange said and pushed him through the door.

"Do you believe we can win?" Hange asked me.

"We will."

"I told you we would win! I'm so excited to see what future holds us with this kid." Hange told us as we were walking out of the court.

"Yeah..." I heard what she said but I was just zoned out that moment. I was thinking about Eren's friend, Mikasa I believe it was her name. Do we happen to be relatives somehow? The backstory of my biological parents will probably haunt me forever, since I never got to know them. They could be dead. Or they could be hiding. Or-

"Y/N. Are you here?" and that's when I came to my senses. Why do I care about them anyways? They left me.

"Yes. Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"You always think about something Y/N, take a break." a familiar voice joined us.

"Agh!... Hello Erwin!" I smiled and I gave him a hug. "You can't really give advises on that topic when you are worse yourself" I looked behind him and I saw Levi with Eren holding some bandages to help with the bleeding. I couldn't not notice the steam... He really was a Titan after all. We joined all together a room to help Eren. Hange took care of him so she could take a better look on his wounds.

"Levi you could be more gentle. He is a kid after all." I broke the silence of the room.

"Tsk, nonsense, he seems just fine to me. Plus we needed to ensure he is trustworthy." Levi replied to me with his old time serious face.

"Does it hurt?" Hange asked Eren who was sitting on the bed with his hand on his head.

"A little..." he whispered.

And those two sat there, with Hange examinating Eren's teeth and screaming about how cool it was that he is healing himself and Eren totally confused. Our lives were about to change with this kid. I hope it was the best choice to join us and continue our journey. I had a feeling that Erwin is already planning an exhibition. He seemed skeptical.

I looked at Hange again and this time she was writing down her conclusions. I wish I had her patience sometimes, she looked so peaceful and excited. I was sitting in a chair near the window and I looked outside. The only thing I could see was a carriage and some horses. How much I missed my bed at the moment, I haven't slept at least for 48 hours. Right after our exhibition, the wall broke and I think I didn't have five minutes of peace from back then.

Me and my team, Sara, Celia, Rien and Floris alongside with Levi's team went to the old Scout Regiment headquarters. Hange was busy calculating her results from some experiments on her two titans, Moblit tried to keep his sanity over super excited Hange.

Levi was cleaning up the mess and I was reading at the library. Yet after so many books that I've read in my life I'm still learning. And I stayed there till very late. I was reading about our economic history. Economics are probably the hardest history you could find. Specific numbers, terms etc. I was sitting next to a massive desk with a candle and I was holding that big dusty book in front of me. My team and everyone were probably sleeping. They had to rest after all. I believe hard times are coming. Maybe we did find a solution with Eren, but it could also be our doom. As I was thinking all of these I heard a sound. I left the book I was holding and rushed to the door to listen what was going ok outside. I didn't heard anything so I opened it. The room next to the old library was the meeting room. I went inside and I found Hange all alone sitting on the floor.

"Hange... What are you doing on the floor?" I asked her and I started walking towards her.

"Eh, you know, just thinking..."

"Thinking of what in the floor? Where's Moblit? I thought you two were together thinking about experiments." I reached her and joined her on the floor. We are doing this at least one time a week. She finds it comfortable to sit down like that and I just join her.

"He was tired and I gave him the permission to leave..." She let it a sigh. "Everyone was tired actually. Why aren't you asleep? Pretty sure it's late and you must be tired..."

"I was reading and I heard a noise, probably you falling to the floor as I see." I smiled softly. What a typical night for Hange.

"Probably" She laughed, but seconds later she went silent again.

"Go on." I expressed.

"What?" She looked at me with a weird look. "What do you mean go on?"

"Tell me everything. We have all night."

"Re-really? Lydia no, you are tired." She stopped but my face was dead serious and immediately she got up and started jumping. "Can't decide where to start! Wait no I know. Get up!" She grabbed my hands and pulled me so I could get up.

"Hange please!" I started laughing.

"No laughs, no Hanges! We have job to do Ackerman! So look first of all-..."

And she rambled the whole night. About almost everything she had on her mind. And I didn't stop her. Not once. I was always there to listen when Hange needed to talk. No other reason, but I found her way of thinking extraordinary. I was always surprised by her knowledge. Even when we were kids, or when we joined the scouts ten years ago. Even that cold and stormy day where the exhibition went... Not time for that. She just... She just never proved me wrong.

Days passed and we had no improvement in everything. Neither with Eren or with Hange's Titans. I spent many nights awake alongside with Hange and Moblit exchanging theories and facts. That way maybe we could find something. Something well hidden. Most of the time I was in my room writing, thinking, googling, writing again, throwing papers away then the same thing all over again.

Erwin had a plan and we were just waiting for the news. So until that day I did the same thing again and again and again.

Until,

"Captain!" I heard a voice from behind and I turned around to see Celia. She seemed upset. Or to word it more correctly, amazed.

"Yes?"

"Eren transformed. Section Commanders Hange and Moblit are heading there at the moment." She was out of breath as she was saying this. She probably ran a long way to inform me.

"Thank you Celia for informing me. Get some rest while you can." I said to her and as she was leaving I started tiding the mess I had made before. If Eren finally successed and he managed to transform and expedition would start soon. That means no time to even think. When I rushed outside, everyone was returning. I was late but at least everyone was okay. Eren seemed so confused and terrified. Levi's team also. That was new. What happened? I wasn't with them for one time and they return like this? I turned my head to look around but Hange was nowhere to be found.

"Moblit where is she?" I asked nervously.

"She returned to Trost, pretty sure she is testing some new ideas."

"Oh thank you Moblit."

I understand that she went to see her Titans but I was expecting her point of view with Eren's transformation.

Some days later back to Trost, I woke up from Hange's screaming. Her room was next to mine. She asked for this when she was announced Section Commander and me Captain, so we could work without bothering others. Why would she be screaming that early? She does that a lot, but from the voice of hers I could tell something was off. Did anything happen? Is she okay? Why was I sleeping? What if? I tried to get ready quickly and went to knock their door but they didn't answer. How is that? She was screaming a moment ago. And then I heard her from outside. Outside? What would anything ne outside so import- wait. Don't tell me.

No.

Did we just lost... No.

My mind was full of thoughts while I was running to find Hange. And then I found her.

Why?

Who could do this?

Those monsters Hange loved were important for us. The only thing I could do was to get down and comfort her so they could stop screaming and crying. They were her kids, we spend days talking about them. Why? How?...

She didn't push me away, she did the exact opposite. Hange grabbed my hand like they were saying 'please don't let me go' and I didn't. I couldn't.

"It will be okay Hange, you are with me now."

...

How?

...

A traitor? No. Y/N you are thinking dramatically, something more logical happened. No. There's no other way. Someone killed them. Someone knew it all and destroyed our hope. I would find them. No way I would let them get away with this.

I had years to see Hange like that. Not after that day. The day my life changed. So I held them close, just like back then.

Wall Rose

842

knock. knock.

Nothing.

I knocked their door again.

"Cadet Zoë?"

"Yes?"

"May I come in?"

"Go ahead." she didn't sound so happy. I mean how could she?

I opened their door and I found them on the floor with the legs spread and their hands on their head.

"Section Commander Erwin send me, how are you doing?"

"Incredible. I think you can see it..."

I didn't say anything. After all... that happened, it was the least she could do about it. Try not to think. Try not to see something that reminds you of them.

"You know, we can go for some training to clean your mind... Or to the library, it has so many great books. I can suggest you some! Or um we can go eat something? Or definitely-" I didn't finished with the suggestions since she interrupted me.

"Thank you for trying, but I don't want any of those. You can go to Erwin and tell him I'm alright."

"Hange. You don't seem alright." I declared, no way I would leave her like that.

"Well of course!" She shouted.

"Look I know, it's hard. I've been there, but life doesn't stop. If you stop fighting you will lose. If your walls fall, you have to re-build them and start again." I sat down next to her and I pointed out side the window, where the walls were visibe.

"What like toy blocks like we were kids?"

"Exactly. You never thought of this before?"

"No... Not really. I mean it's not the most common comparison you could hear." Hange replied.

"I know... I know. But if you think like that maybe it will change something in your life. You can go out and seek revenge. Risk your own life. Or you could stay here, forever, trying to fix a wound that probably won't close because you yet don't believe it happened." I explained.

She didn't say anything back. She wrapped her eyes and stared the wall.

"Hange... I can leave you if you want me to, it's okay if you don't want to come with me..."

"Where to Captain?" She finally smiled. I knew them for so long, but I truly met ther yesterday.

"Captain? Me? I could never. You're funny after all."I laughed with her comment. "Library. My favorite place that I assure you it will cheer you up!"

I offered her my hand and then I showed her the way. When I was feeling down I always went to the library. It's always there for you. From what I remember from school they liked science so I went to that section.

"Go on choose!"

Her smile lightened the library.

"Tea? Coffee? What can I make you?"

She started reading something and they totally ignored me now. Agh at least they have a good time. "Hange, want me to bring anything?"

"Oh, sure yes, some black coffee! Bring something for you also and sit with me. We can analyse this facts, how a star even though-"

Wall Rose

Year 850

Knock. Knock.

Nothing.

"Hange. It's me."

"Come in." she finally answered.

I opened their door and stepped into her room. I was assuming Moblit to be there but he wasn't. They were at their desk, papers thrown everywhere, in the floor, in the bed, in the desk, in the window...

"Let me guess, Erwin send you?"

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pyromaniac-skeleton · 1 year

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I feel like I gotta redo my gal’s ref everytime my art improves- so here she is again, even if I hardly post about AoT here anymore. 🧍🏻‍♀️

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musez · 4 months

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WAAAA 🤍 latest commission done by the amazingly talented @annluvazzel :) thank you so much again. They look so adorable <3

i hope you all have a happy and safe new year ! here’s so more art in 2024 <3

#digital art #art #drawing #oc #oc art #aot oc #hange x oc #hange zoe x oc #attack on titan oc

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sparkywrites25 · 1 year

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Levi Ackerman

Credit to @cafekitsune for these beautiful dividers.

Better Things | Rivetra Set after Historia's coronation, Petra tries to move on from her feelings but fate has a way of working its magic.

Holding Your Heart | Rivetra [Modern AU] Levi balances his successful tea shop with his relationship with long-time girlfriend Petra.

Beyond Duties | Levi x Petra x Reader Nobles Petra and Levi have taken a special interest in Levi’s servant.

Crossed Feelings | Levi x Petra Levi tries to bury his jealousy when his new friend Petra is getting on swimmingly with Hange. But a game of laser tag leads to some interesting revelations.

Hearts and Crafts | Levi x Reader You and Levi head to a local arts and crafts fair.

Helping Hand Levi comforts you after a harsh mission

In The Fandom | Levi x Petra Actor AU | Levi discovers that Petra has taken an unexpected step into the Attack on Titan fandom.

Lift the Veil | Levi x Reader Reader believes that Levi hates them and doesn't want them to be part of his squad. One night, the truth tumbles out, from both of them.

Moonlight | Fem!Rivetra When Levi is haunted by her dreams, Petra is there.

Parenthood Promise | Levi x Reader Sequel to An Ackerman Christmas, you and Levi finally welcome your child. “Welcome to fatherhood”, from the prompt drabble challenge.

That Dream Again | Levi x Reader A nightmare drives you to seek out Levi

A Castle for Christmas | Rivetra Petra and Levi have HQ to themselves for Christmas

An Ackerman Christmas | Levi x Reader Levi takes you home to his family for Christmas

Bean Boozled | Rivetra Hange has convinced Erwin and Levi Squad to take the challenge and certain revelations during the game lead to certain consequences.

Birthday Blues | Rivetra [Modern AU] When an exhausted Levi accidentally forgets Petra's birthday, they're both wrapped up in the emotions of a challenging week.

Birthday Tea | Levi x Reader Your birthday gift to Levi gets caught up in confusion.

Happy New Year | Rivetra It's a party for two for Levi and Petra.

Holder of the Hearts | Levi x Reader You and Levi enjoy your new life with your baby daughter.

Midsummer's Day | Levi x Reader x Rivetra Your plans for your Midsummer’s Day tradition with Levi and Petra are thwarted.

Mine Forever | Fem!Rivetra Petra has a question for Levi.

Tell You | Fem!Rivetra Chance brings Levi back to Petra during the 57th

Treat For The Captain | Levi x Reader You decide silver is the way to go to reward your captain[NSFW]

Two of a Kind | Rivetra Petra enjoys a night with a special surprise

Under Watchful Eyes | Rivetra Petra is holding onto more than one secret in the Scouts

What You Are | Levi x Reader Ever since Erwin brought you up from the Underground, Flock has been on your ass for being a low-life thug. One day during sparring, it all comes to a head.

Wings of Survival | Rivetra In that moment, Levi Ackerman is faced with an awful decision regarding the bodies of his comrades but maybe he can be spared making it.

Tea Leaves | Levi x OC Aurelia Rivers has gradually come to lose all of her loved ones over time but what she does hold onto is the family tea-leaves and herbal business they've built up for generations. That and her gratitude and appreciation for the Scout Regiment and a certain dark-haired and sarcastic captain.

Lost | Rivetra Petra survives her encounter with the female titan but when she's hurt and goes missing, her comrades believe her to be dead and make for home. Now she has to try and survive long enough to get back home. If she can manage that, what will be waiting for her there? What will Levi do if he's faced with a second chance at having Petra in his life?

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weetlebeetle · 5 months

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Look at all of these beautiful characters I've been able to draw <3

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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Speak Now | ModernAU One-Shot

☾ Based on ➼ Speak Now by Taylor Swift

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!OC

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, angst, arranged marriage, expletives

☾ Author's note ➼ I heard this song come on while I was driving to work today and I had the biggest inspiration to write this little one-shot. I refused to do anything else. But worry not, I'm currently working on my January chapter for Unspoken Words. I hope y'all enjoy my cheesy thoughts! Also don't @ me I love Taylor Swift and you'll have to pry the entire album of Speak Now from my cold, dead hands for me to stop listening to it. (Also this is written in second person but for my sanity I named the character instead of using y/n because typing that drives me insane)

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

☾ Inspired by ➼

“Faye, this is a bad idea.” Your best friend, Hange, says from the driver's side.

“Pft, you’re the queen of bad ideas, I don’t wanna hear it.” You retort back.

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Hange’s car which is parked across the street from a very ostentatious chapel. You eyeball the nauseatingly dressed invitees through binoculars as they make their way through large double doors. Knuckles turn white around the barrels as you consider your plan. Was it too much? Maybe. But you decide you don’t care.

“Well, yeah. But at least my ideas wield good results. This is just downright insane.” They shift in their seat to stare at you incredulously. You put down the binoculars to wave your hands at them dismissively. Pulling your hair up in a quick ponytail, you unbuckle yourself from your seat and tut at her.

“Who said this won’t? Just keep your phone out of your pocket, I’ll let you know if I need anything.” They just huff at you, exasperated. But they make no move to stop you, so you open the car door and pull yourself out, carefully shutting it behind you. Nervously you pull at your blouse, inspecting the entrances available to you. You spot a couple side doors that were unmanned so you opt for that route, heading to the one on the left. You duck your head to not be noticed as you shuffle past everyone else, your nose is permeated with repugnant perfumes and colognes. After you take a quick look over your shoulder to make sure no one is looking your way, you twist the doorknob to check if it’s locked.

Click

‘Oh, thank god.’ You think to yourself as you push on the door gently. Taking a quick glance inside as well as behind you one last time, you slip in and close it slowly behind you. You find yourself in a long, empty hallway with a couple of doors hanging off to the right. A long archway at the end opens up to who knows where. Faint chattering reverberates off the walls as it makes its way down to you. You sigh quietly and start stalking your way down but freeze when you hear loud shrieking coming from one the doors in front of you. It’s slightly ajar so you sneak a peek inside the crack to see a bride, his bride, wearing the most unpleasant gown that reminded you of a pastry. She’s roaring at a bridesmaid who was almost in tears. You see an older woman, her mom you think, is dressed in pastels to match the details of her wedding dress. The mom slaps a tiara out of the bridesmaid’s hand and the poor girl flinches back in surprise.

“I thought I told you to bring me my bouquet! Where is it!?”

“I-I’m sorry, I was told to bring you your t-tiara first. I’ll g-go get it n-now.” She stands up straight and starts heading to the door and your eyes widen as you whip against the wall, lying as flat and still as possible. The door flings open and the bridesmaid rushes down the hallway in front of you, not even noticing you. Releasing a breath you held the whole time, you sneak past the door while the bride and her mom are looking away, focused on putting on her sparkling head piece.

You wouldn’t have to do such a thing if she had not uninvited you in the first place. She had thought you a threat at the very beginning of her ‘relationship’ with him, which thinking back on it and your actions now, is understandable. But she was unbearable, and you thought ‘to hell with family legacies’ because seeing Levi with someone else that couldn’t care less about what kind of floor cleaner was the best brand hurt you more than you could stand. He’s your best friend, she did not deserve any part of him.

Creeping your way through the rest of the hallway, you pause every once in a while to take note of your surroundings. Every door slam and spoken word makes you freeze. Eventually, you get to the last door in the hallway; it sits partially open, and you glance in. You see him standing in front of a mirror, fixing his signature cravat to his neck with a cold expression across his face. Biting your lip, you slide in the door and shut it behind you carefully. Levi falters at the reflection of your sudden appearance but doesn’t turn around, instead he stares at you with dark, gray eyes and pursed lips.

“Tch. You shouldn’t be here.” he says dryly.

“Neither should you. I can’t believe you’re going along with this.” You fold your arms across your chest and stare hard at him. He just sighs, aggravated at this conversation yet again. But his voice is soft.

“Faye, listen. I don’t have a choice. It’s only business, our families ne-”

“Cut the shit, Levi. You have a choice, you always have a choice. I don’t care about their business, or even their happiness! I only care about yours. And you are not happy.” you cut him off, tone cold.

“You don’t know what I am.” His deep timbre turns sharp. He finally turns on you, his eyes flash to yours and you hesitate for a moment before straightening your back to stand your ground.

“We’ve been best friends since we were children, I know exactly what you are.” He narrows his eyes at you, a scowl framing his face with down-turned eyebrows. He takes a couple steps towards you in a challenge, but you refuse to budge.

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me then. What am I?”

“You’re a dick for starters. A complete asshole. You act all tough and mighty but you’re as soft as a marshmallow in there. And you’re loyal, which seems more like a curse than a blessing nowadays. You take orders from those above you even though you hate them. And boy do you hate them.” You take a deep breath and he’s just staring at you with icy eyes.

“Is that right?” He moves closer to you now, but you plant your feet and stare down at him, unwavering. He’s so close that you can feel his body heat radiating through his black suit.

“Yes, and you’re so stubborn. You refuse to let go of anything. You’re annoying and yes, you are such a brat sometimes! And you’re cold, you act like nothing bothers you, but I know it does. Because you’re my best friend. I know what you are. And you’re not happy.” You trail off, his eyes boring into yours as you take a shuddering breath.

“Are you done.” he snaps, his phrase more of a threat than a question. You nod your head and bite the inside of your cheek. As fast as lightning, he raises a hand at you as if to slap your cheek and you flinch back. But instead, he grabs you by your blouse collar and pulls your face down to his faster than you can acknowledge what’s even happening and suddenly his lips are on yours. They’re soft and warm and you find yourself melting into him. But as soon as it happened, it ended just as quickly.

“Why can’t you just choose what you want? Just be selfish for once.” You whisper down to him after a moment of silence. He lets go of your collar and turns on his heel to the door. He tears it open and then he’s gone without another word. You feel a wetness on your cheeks, and you go up to wipe it away with the back of your hand. When did you start crying?

Taking deep breaths, you attempt to console yourself. Was this anger or sadness? You couldn’t tell. You feel a vibration in your pocket, and you pull out your phone to see a message from Hange.

Everything okay?

No, everything was not okay. Everything hurt.

Levi was great at many things, hiding his emotions being one of them. But whenever you were around him, his eyes would never lie. And you knew you saw something in them that just screamed for help. And you were not about to back down, not now and not ever again. Levi was not a pawn in someone else’s game, and you were going to free him whatever it took. After sending Hange an ‘okay for now’, you wipe your tears away again and bolt out the door to the sounds of an organ playing a death march.

“First off, let me say thanks to everyone who has taken a moment out of their day to celebrate the unity between the Reiss and Ackerman families. We are here for the sake of ongoing prosperity and strength for generations to come. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. As well, we hope for not only success for both the future Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman, but also happiness and love. With that, if there are any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The officiant looks around the room with beady eyes.

The silence is deafening, and it feels like everything is going in slow motion but too quickly at the same time. Standing up from your hiding spot in the back, you raise your trembling hand and clear your throat. Suddenly everyone in the room is staring back at you with horrified looks, including Levi and his bride-to-be. You used to say that you could never surprise Levi, because all of your attempts at jumping out of corners and one-upping him with gifts were futile. But the shock on Levi’s face now was palpable, and deep inside you thought it was delicious.

“Me, I object!” You pinch your lips together in a thin line, fighting the urge to curl up in a ball in embarrassment. You stare straight ahead at Levi as you make your way to the middle of the petal-filled aisle. Straightening your back, you embrace your resolve.

“I’m sorry, who may you be?” The officiant inquires, his voice sputtering.

“I am Faye Dresden, and I’m in love with you, Levi Ackerman.” You see him recoil a little bit, stunned at your boldness.

“You’re not supposed to be here! Someone throw her out!” The soon-to-be bride shrieks to anyone who will help. But you take a step forward, lick your dry lips, and yell out.

“Levi, I love you! I loved you when we were six, I love you now, and fuck! I’m going to fucking love you when we’re sixty!” A couple of burly bodyguards start making their way to you and you start to panic but you yell out anyways. “Stop being so selfless and do what you want! No one forces you to do anything, only you get to choose! Please!” A big hand grips your elbow and starts dragging you away, but you fight it anyways. His face is pained and takes a step forward towards you, but then he stops abruptly. You can tell he’s still stuck between his duties and his wishes, and it breaks your heart. You can’t help but howl in frustration as you’re pulled away through the doors.

“BE SELFISH!”

As they throw you out of the front doors, you trip over your own feet and fall flat on your ass into the gravel. You flip them off as they shut the doors behind them, hearing the click of a lock.

“ASSHOLES!” You scream. You hear the crunch of footsteps on rock, and you turn to see Hange walking up behind you, somber concern etched across their face. You stand up quickly and brush off the debris, making sure to wipe your eyes once more before facing your friend.

“Let’s go home, Faye.” They murmur to you, holding out their hand to you. Blinking back more hot tears, you take the hand and start walking back to the car with them.

“I tried, Hange. I really did.” You whimper to them as you plop yourself into the seat. Your heart aches, reeling from your failure. Hurting from his pain. They just squeeze your hand before taking it to turn the keys in the ignition. You lean back in the chair and close your eyes while you let your tears fall, streaking down your face and onto your shirt.

Not even 15 seconds after Hange started driving, she hits the brakes with a jolt, and you’re being choked by your seatbelt.

“Hange?!” You blink your eyes and look at them, but they’re just staring wide-eyed through the front windshield. Following their gaze, you see a very disheveled Levi. He’s stripped of his black blazer now, white shirt and black slacks waving slightly in the wind. He’s out of breath with a determined look in his eyes. You see him mouth your name. You quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and stumble out of the car.

“What the fuck, Levi! We could have hit you!” He ignores your outburst and stomps up to you, his short stature almost comical.

“I don’t care, I’m being selfish.” He growls at you and then pulls you back down to him, his lips smashing into yours again.

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yourmotherstrashmouth · 1 year

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Take A Break, Honey

Hange Zöe x Fem! OC

Summary: lately Hange's been overworking themselves for too long, luckly their wife noticed early.

Warnings: non binary! Hange, mention of pregnancy and overworking, Alexandra is 27 years old in this so don't come at me because she's not a minor!

Alexandra missed the playful aura she used to feel around her partner a long time ago. Lately Hange's been locking themselves in their office for days, their eyes didn't meet even fleetingly. They could see their wife out of the corner of their eye, but never looked into her light green eyes like they used to, they completely lost the sight of her a few days later. Alexandra figured out that something was wrong with them, so one day she finally decided to deal with them as she was tired to sleep by herself without a pair of arms to shelter. She had the habit to leave a cup of tea or chamomile at Hange's door with a soft knock before to sneak away before they could open the door to see a little food tray with the smoking hot cup and a purple flower in a vase; unbestknowning of her, Hange kept all the flowers in another vase on their desk in their office and sometimes gave these a look to remember of their wife. That night, Alexandra would take the tray herself to Hange. She walked down the hallway in her uniform though she was supposed to leave it temporarily; she was three months pregnant from getting a donor with the help of Reiner, Porco and Pieck who istantly became overprotective around the squad leader who was supposed to be their enemy. Her baby bump begun to show already, it wouldn't take a long time for it to peek out of her shirt. Since Hange became the commander, her trust in them grew less bright than it used to be, not that she didn't trust her partner, but Hange's temperament seemed to be changed from playful to a colder personality. Alexandra took one more step in front of Hange's office door and knocked softly as always. A harsh «who's there?» could be heard from the inside. «Hange?...» she spoke, so they could recognize their voice. «Alexandra? Come in.» they finally got up from the chair and opened the door to let her wife inside. She put the tray on the desk. «I got a new flavour for you to try. It's lavander and honey chamomile, I hope you like this.» At first Hange didn't know what to say, they just sat back at their desk to grab the cup with a «thank you» before to take a sip of the drink. «So... How have you been doing lately?» Alexandra tried to ask, crossing her arms to their chest and looking at her partner. «Stressing.» They replied quite frankly. «I knew it.» a little glorious smile curved on her lips as she got to be right. «You've been isolating yourself for too long, Hange.» She added. «I know, babe, but lately the situation got more stressful than anything else.» They tried to state gently. «I know, but it's been a long time since we last slept together. I felt so lonely these days.» Alexandra looked down at her feet as her hand rubbed her growing stomach. «I had to call Mikasa to hold my hair up while vomiting.» After she finished her sentence, Hange begun to feel guilty. They wanted to be there for their wife's whole pregnancy as they promised to protect her and the baby more than anyone else and obviously put their safety first. «I really miss you, Hange. Please, will you put that damn work down for a while and spend your free time with your wife?» Alexandra whined. Hange looked at their desk covered in paperwork and their wife. They finally understood that paperwork was consuming them, so they got up from the chair and welcomed their wife in their embrace as they pressed a kiss on her forehead, their hand going around her stomach in the meantime. «I'm sorry, darling. From now on, me, Hange Zöe, 14th commander of the Survey Corps, promise to spend more time with you and my- I mean 'our' baby and never overwork myself ever again.» That night they sure managed to sleep together again, but something was even more sure: Alexandra managed to find home in Hange's arms again.

#attack on titan #hange zoe #hange zoe x oc #alexandra kingsley #hange x alexandra

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