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Hi Terra! If you’re still accepting requests for the smut prompts… how about #30 for Levihan? ✨
Smut Scribbles (NSFW)
30: “I can’t get enough of you.”
Intoxicated
Characters: Levi x Hange
Word Count: 957 words
A warm glow sliced through the half-closed door, catching the corners of clean, bathroom tiles where it fell. There was scarcely space to move within the small, semi-lit room; most of it was occupied by a bathtub, over which stooped a low shower head. A small portion of floor remained; the only gap which was not obstructed by either a toilet or standing cabinet or square sink. It was within this basin that Hange reclined, dressed only in a half-buttoned shirt, her bare legs trailing over the side of the porcelain. She clutched the shoulders of the man kneeling before her, uttering a desperate sigh as he pressed his face between her thighs.
Levi inhaled her. His grip on her tensed as though pained from resisting such temptation. Above him, Hange’s breath left her shakily as his teeth grazed the inside of her leg. The smallest taste was enough to awaken a much deeper craving. Levi nipped at sweat-streaked skin; kissed closer, closer… until he was just above where she wanted him. With the most delicate of motions, Levi’s tongue traced her clit. Fire seared within her abdomen; Hange’s head sank back as a thready moan escaped her. Levi’s movements were delicate, teasing; a slow swirling motion back and forth as he savoured her. Then, with a groan of longing, Levi indulged himself further. Hange’s body melted upon his tongue as he stroked the same sweet spot over and over. Releasing his jacket, Hange’s trembling hands threaded through Levi’s hair, holding his head in place. Hungrily she bucked against his mouth; helpless to the heat building in her core.
Voracious, Levi’s hold on her open thighs tightened. He rolled his tongue; soaked in her; teasing, touching, tasting like a man on the brink of starvation. He was weak for her; drunk on the feel of her body. How he could delight in her; drink her endlessly; satiate himself upon her and only her.
Hange’s back arched away from the sink as tension seized her limbs. Her mouth dropped open, at first in silent anguish. Then she was gasping, guttering incoherent pleas as an overpowering sensation ripped through her. Below, Levi drew her to him, swallowed her, drank her down…
From the very start of that evening, they had known that the night would end like this. Post-work, Friday drinks with the rest of Levi’s office. They had sat around a low table, disregarding laminated menus to order beer and plates of karaage. Then came the bottles of sake, followed by shots. Outside, neon signs had flickered against pinpricks of stars. With Hange’s arm slung over Levi’s shoulder, the pair had staggered towards his apartment. A light rain had begun to fall as they wound amongst groups of stragglers navigating their ways home. Electric lights blurred with the glow of tiny windows and the stars themselves. The walk had felt brief compared to its relative distance. Once they had stood on the other side of Levi’s door, Hange had yanked him towards her by the collar of his coat. And he had kissed as though he had been starved of her; his tongue gliding over the roof of her mouth. Fumbling footsteps took them towards the bathroom where…
Half-standing, Levi’s hands skimmed over Hange’s legs, prickling a trail of goosebumps beneath his touch. He seized her by the waist, his lips upon her flushed neck. Over his shoulder, Hange noticed her work trousers crumpled in a pile by the door. A pair of black, low slung briefs dangled from her ankle. She shook them off onto the tiles below.
“Levi -” The syllables of his name left her in a flurry of breath. As he drew back she felt Levi’s cheek warming her own. Slowly, his nose grazed hers. Up close Levi’s features blurred at the corner of her vision. His eyes seemed grey now, in this dim light, like an evening sky threaded with clouds. Moments before the storm devoured all. Ravenous. Her lungs burned. Then Levi hauled her into him, lifting up her body as though she was weightless.
“Huh? Wait!”
Hange wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her out and into the hallway. At the end, an open door led to a small bedroom, darkened by drawn shades. With a flump he flung her down onto a neat bedspread. Without restraint Levi’s hands were clenched at the roots of her hair, his lips tasting her jawline. He was enjoying every inch of her; lapping the hot skin of her neck; pressing his tongue to her clavicle. Dipping lower, Levi kissed her small chest, brought his open mouth over the hardened buds of her nipples. Like a man intoxicated, an addict only quenched by the shape and sensation of her body, Levi could not hope to stifle the low, guttural sounds which escaped him.
Levi lingered over her abdomen, so close to where she wanted him all over again, hot breath stirring shivers across burning skin. Fingertips stroked at her skin before lifting her legs up onto his shoulders. He savoured the inside of her thigh. Hange’s chest rose and fell as his mouth inched closer.
“Again? Levi… ah, Levi…”
At his touch, Hange’s voice thinned out to a mere sigh.
“Fuck…” Levi groaned weakly, “Oh fuck… oh God, I can’t get enough of you…”
She felt him draw in a slow, agonised breath, and then his tongue flattened against her once more. Hange’s head writhed against the pillow, beads of sweat clinging to her face. Fists clenched at the bedsheets; Hange’s chest heaved. She felt she could come right there and then. Over-sensitised, each touch was amplified. Only Levi could drive such divine sensations as his tongue caressed her…
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content. top dom!hange, bottom sub!reader, praise, rough sex, hange has a dick/strap but other than that all anatomy is ambiguous
sex with hange is, in a word, passionate.
they whisper sweet things to you, so loving and tender and intimate, all the while, they’re fucking you as if possessed; slamming into you so hard and fast that your legs go numb and your mind just blanks. each thrust has your sweat-slick back sliding up the bed, and each time, they just pull you back down by your hips in one smooth motion. brown eyes, usually from behind glass, stare at you, now bare and swallowed up by black. hange’s calloused fingers dig into your soft flesh and their mouth smothers your neck in kisses and hushed praises, quick yet slurred.
“so perfect for me,” they breathe, voice low and hoarse from exertion, “love you so much, darling, my angel. you’re so good. so good, so good.”
and you can barely hear it over the sound of slapping skin, grunts in your ears and your own gasping moans. you cling to them helplessly, nails carving the evidence of your pleasure into their tan skin. every time their pelvis meets the backs of your thighs, the tip of their cock pushes into that sensitive bump inside you, and the sheer intensity of it has your jaw going slack and your knees clamming up around their waist, all shaky and loose.
they coo, “need some help there, sweetheart?” and without warning nor waiting for your answer, they pull out of you and flip you on your front like you weigh nothing. you barely register the change in your surroundings before the wet head of their cock is poking at your entrance and sliding back in. no sooner than that, they’re yanking their hips back again and pistoning into you at that blissfully ruthless pace. all you can do is pant and whimper into the mattress, fingers coiled around the sheets so tight you can barely feel them.
“arch your back for me, gorgeous,” they rasp, and you do as they say, or at least try to, and it’s enough to make them moan out loud. “that’s it, just like that.” they take your wrists and straighten your arms out behind you, stretching them tight like a bow string as they continue to fuck you. “shit. look at you,” they ramble breathlessly, “so damn pretty like this. my dearest schatz.”
your chest peels off the sheets and your shallow breaths quake through your ribcage. hange’s strength and speed is relentless and so cruel in comparison to their words. the way their cock reaches so deep, the way it abuses that fragile spot inside you on every inward thrust and how there’s barely even a second for you to recover between each one. then they switch the two hands on your wrists out for one, their long fingers effortlessly wrapping around the width of your two hands, so the other can make a cute handle out of your hair. tears bloom in your eyes and watery hiccups jump from your throat at how they’ve locked you in place, at how lewd of a position you’re in.
“i know, baby, i know,” hange mumbles, as if you’re actually speaking to them and not just making noise, “but you’re doing so good, angel, taking me so well.” they swallow hard and let out a long, heavy sigh. “fuck, y’gonna look so pretty cumming on my cock... you always do, always so good f’me. can never get enough of you, my sweet little thing, my darling dove.”
you’re stumbling and choking over your own breaths now, as if they’re running away from you sooner than you can catch them. your core is hot and leaking puddles onto the sheets, so desperate to be touched, but you’re locked in place by hange’s grip, unable to rut against the bed to relieve the building ache there.
“want...” you whine and hope that hange can, by some miracle, decipher what you mean.
“what do you want, my love?” they ask, and you can only manage a warbled, “please,” and a frantic wiggle of your hips.
“ah, i see,” they drawl out and tiptoe the hand in your hair down to that needy place between your legs. “here? is this what you want?” they rub their palm over the slick area, so harshly it erases all words from your mind, so you can only hope that the cry and urgent nod you give is a sufficient enough answer.
immediately, their fingers start to pet and rub your wet sex with the thoughtfulness of a master musician tracing an instrument, familiar and skilled, slow and careful — yet those polite touches don’t last long. soon, they’re narrowing in on the places you love most with a feverish pace, all while hange continues to bully their cock into you, never once missing that sweet place inside you as they let that heavenly flow of praise drip from their lips, like ambrosia from a god’s fountain. so primal yet divine. their motions, their touches and the gravelly edge to their voice; the essence of strained yearning. they fuck you like a sinner yet worship like a saint and there’s no other way you’d like it.
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Levi enters the meeting room where Hange, Erwin and Mike are sitting.
Erwin: You're late.
Levi: Caught up in the shitty paperwork you gave.
Mike: Was y/n helping you?
Levi: (Narrowing his eyes) Yes she was. After all she was kind enough to help me unlike you all.
Hange: Yeah, she was probably helping you to release too... I mean judging by the red marks on your neck... They are fresh... So did she give you the hand this time or she just got on your lap and....
Levi: One more word, four eyes... One one word and I'll slice the damn necks of the titans you're petting.
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Wine Pon You| h.zoe
since the new episode has us hange fans in distress, i have to bless you all with this, i cant get them out of my head and ofc you know i'm higher than a horse dick rn so enjoy, i'm so glad i'm attracting more hange lovers to my page I love yall frl.
song list for this cuz.....babyyyyy my playlist did justice fa meeeee
Remember You- By Wiz Khalifa ft the Weeknd
Wine Pon You- By Doja Cat
Too Deep- dvsn
CW: dom!hange, thigh riding, oral(f!receiving) orgasm denial, backshots pet names (Princess, doll, pretty girl) spitting is mentioned dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering, riding and just nasty talking in general, Hange is very vocal
The sounds of heels could be heard behind you, there were girls frantically running around, drenched in anticipation as the big news flooded through the locker room. You could be found in front of your vanity mirror, brushing the finishing touches and making sure your outfit was on just right.
Being a stripper wasn't exactly the life path you had set course for but the fast money became addicting, almost making close to 1 to 2,000 dollars a night, the endless drinks and hot ass people with pockets heavier than the smoke in the building, you couldn't stop now.
But tonight was big, Eren the club's owner had told the you all that the city's biggest bachelor Levi was gonna be in the building along with his whole entourage and that he needed the baddest heifers on the floor!
When he mentioned that, you instantly came to mind, you were a fan favorite in the club which caused a lot of drama to stir up in the lockerroom. That included the ugly stares, the pathetic attempts to steal and take from your money pile, and one thing you didn't play about was your money!
Getting up from the mirror you looked at the text Eren had sent saying to meet him in his office so you snuck your money bag behind it and switched your way up the stairs, hearing the teeth sucking and smart ass remarks from the other girls.
"There she is, my pretty little money maker.." He smiles, watching your body walk in, eyes flickering towards your chest.
"You called me up here for what? It better not be what I think it is." You spoke with a smile, rolling your eyes.
"No good luck kiss tonight, got it." He laughed. "But no, I just learned that Hange, the CEO of Zoe Productions is gonna be with Levi tonight and instead of putting your focus on him, I want you on Hange." He begins, pulling the blunt hanging on his ear to light it.
"Hange? I've never heard of them so they can't be that big." You joked.
"Oh but they are, so don't half ass, they aren't some old geezer- matter of fact, I'll let you see for your own eyes, they just pull up." He smirks, looking at his phone while smokes blows from his nose.
"Yeah, yeah i guess i'll be the judge of them." You chuckle, not taking a single word he said seriously.
He follows you out of his office while you turned one way and he went the other, there were already rumors of you and him fucking and messing around so you didn't want to be caught coming out of his office together to fuel the fire.
the music blasted throughout the building as yoou walked around, skimming the area to find the so called CEO so you could get a good idea on how to drain their pockets dry. The place was packed but you expected nothing less on a Friday night.
After spending a minute too long looking for them, you decided to rack up a few small lap dances in the meantime, you saw one of your coworkers heading towards a huge group of people but you couldn't make out the surprisingly tall figure.
That's when you felt an arm pull you away from the huge crowd, you recognized the cologne and sucked your teeth when you made eye contact with Eren.
"The hell you yanking me up like a toddler for?"
"I don't have time for the complaints, I need you on stage, Sasha sprained her ankle and all the girls are stuck on trying to get into Levi's section. You know how to make a show.." He pleaded.
"Hange will get a better look at you on stage, which will definitely make them call you to the champagne room, and that's the kinda money we need tonight." He went on.
You started to ponder for a slight second, finally agreeing to step on the stage, you weren't foreign to the stage since that's how you started out, you grew your fanbase from it so tonight wouldn't be any different.
I'm currently playing Remember You by Wiz Khalifa and The Weeknd, and umm..I just came everywhere..it'll definitely enhance this whole scene
"If i could have yall's attention,I have a beautiful woman coming out to peform and I want all eyes to the stage, she needs no introduction and hopefully she'll show me a thing or two tonight after this.." Connie starts in the mic, lowering the music.
"Coming to the stage, The devious Miss(S/N)!"
The music flooded your ears as Connie had the speakers in the building at max, the bass thudding through your chest and the lights dimmed to show a cool purple LED like light behind you, almost like the people were watching your shadow.
You started your set, slow and sinfully teasing the crowd by starting on the floor of the stage, you could feel a certain set of eyes on your body out of the hundreds of eyes on you. It felt hot, almost burning with pleasure and you wanted to find its source.
You hooked your leg around the pole, twirling around and climbing up to continue on with your set, spreading your legs wide as you spun around.
The feeling of the bills falling on your skin was like your own personal drug, and tonight you felt as if you were in a shower, yeah Fridays night were packed but this felt off. You dropped down from the pole into a split looking into the crowd, that's when you found the burning eyes staring a hole in you.
Hange.
Wearing a grey suit with the jacket hanging on their shoulders, a black wife beater with a single link gold chain hanging from their neck and a cigar between their slender fingers. You expected some old, 50 year old with a few strands of hair on their head, your mind scrambled up once your eyes connected with theirs.
They were leaning back in the chair, legs spread apart like a slut and their hair in half up half down style. They push up their glasses with their middle finger, adjusting their sitting position by pushing their hips up, leaning forwards towards the stage.
You took this opportunity to "interact" with your fans, crawling towards them to get a better look at what you were dealing with. You've dealt with attractive customers before but this might need a bit more self control.
They had a scar on the left eye, slashing through their eye brow and pretty rings decorated on theirs fingers, you notice them pull out a big band of cash, pulling out a 100 dollar bill and slipping it in your bralette.
You bite your lip, taking the bill and sliding it down to put it on the side of your thong, they take another bill and place it on the other side watching your body move as you went to the other side. You couldn't linger for long or show too much favoritism, no matter how good they looked, your only mission was to tease them long enough to get them in the room.
Once you finished up the lights went back to black and you rushed backstage all the way to the locker room to change and freshen up, you wet up your bottoms on stage and because you knew it was a matter of time before Hange requested you.
You chose a green outfit this time with your breasts sitting out perfectly and the tallest heels you could walk in, heading back into the crowd.
Right on cue, Eren comes up to send you the back and usually you were quick to go ahead and get it over with but you hesitated for a second.
"Whatever happens in the champagne room stays in the champagne room" was the sign that hung over the hallway of the rooms, you could feel two heartbeats colliding with each other as you found the number of the room. You had to get yourself together, this was just another client, another business person to drain and nothing to get yourself worked up on.
But all of your common sense flew out of the window as you walked inside. They were standing tall, pouring two glasses of champagne and handing one to you as you closed the door.
"Thank you.." You said, following them as they called you over with one finger.
"I've heard so much about you..I needed to see for myself if all the talk was true.." They started as they patted their lap, signaling you to straddle them.
You obeyed as you took a sip from your glass, a small smirk forming in the corner of your lips.
"Funny enough, I haven't heard much about you, is that intentional?" You asked, pretending to adjust yourself as you felt a bulge right on your core, you mentally widened your eyes since you weren't expecting them to be this hard.
"For my line of work it is, from what the public knows I own a movie production studio, and that's all they need to know." They smirked, their thumb in the crease of your thighs and their fingers on your ass pushing your hips to slightly create friction
"So you do porn?" You said, adding everything together while still subconsciously bucking your hips a little faster, hoping they wouldn't notice but it looked a little too late.
"And I'm looking at my new project as we speak.." They smirked, finishing the glass with their eyes slowly fucking your body while pushing their hips up, making you gasp.
"I'm not doing anything I don't get paid for.." You spat, looking directly into their eyes, both of your faces just inches away.
"You don't have to worry about that, I'd personally pay you...you wouldn't be fucking anyone doll, you'd be fucking me...I want you to be my personal pornstar princess.." They spoke, their voice warm and hushed, sending a line of chills down your spine.
Biting your lip you moved your hips faster, with both of Hange's hands attached guiding you perfectly.
"Show me how nasty you really are.." They continued, placing kisses up and down the middle of your chest still keeping the eye contact while they slipped a nipple in their mouth.
You finally dropped the shy girl act and took Hange's hand off your hip, moving it exactly where you needed it to be, they slide the thin piece of fabric to the side, your sticky fluids dripping out of you as their finger eases it way inside, practically sucking it in.
"You talk too much.." You mumble, letting a few moans escape from your throat as they add another, curling their fingers and hitting your g-spot like they knew your body. A large groan followed next when their speed increased.
"You usually get this wet with all your clients?" They smugly ask, ignoring the smart remark, with their fingers speeding up purposely so you couldn't form a single sentence.
"I-I dont-"
"Shhh, shh princess, let your body talk for me." They teased, listening to the nasty squelching sounds coming from your soaked pussy, you could feel your stomach tighten up, and the palm of their hand rubbing your clit, you heard yourself whimper before covering your mouth with your hands.
You felt a bit embarrassed that you were so close from you both doing barely anything, but you couldn't care it felt too fucking good to hold back. Just as soon as you mentally let go, they pull out of you causing you to whine from the empty feeling.
"Why'd you stop? You knew I was cl-"
They shut you up by shoving their soaked fingers into your mouth, watching you suckle on them with strings of saliva forming on your lips.
"I knew you were close, only a nasty bitch like you can clamp down on my fingers like that..on your stomach for me." They spoke, palming themselves watching you arch your back on the elongated couch.
Being the nasty slut you were, you shook your ass in anticipation spreading your pussy lips and rubbing your swollen clit thinking you were finna get stuffed full of dick. Your whole body shivered as you felt the warm wetness from their tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your quivering cunt.
Their tongue easily sliding in between your folds, sucking you like they wanted to drain you entirely. Your eyes crossed when they spat on your pussy, watching it drip down, rubbing it in with their hand, sticking their thumb in and out of you just to tease.
"You like eating me like a bitch in heat?"
"Just as much as you like screaming like one.." They replied, wrapping their lips back in the same spot, flicking and swirling their tongue as their hands joined in, pumping in and out.
"Oh god, fuckkk...please! I'm cumming! I'm- HANGE!" You screamed out, your body shakes with your cunt squirting fluids all over the couch, not realizing you slipped up and said their name.
"Such a pretty mess you made..and I thought you didn't know too much about me.." Hange mocked, cleaning you up and slapping your thighs to keep you from squirming, you felt your stomach in multiple knots from the sensitivity. "Didn't take you to be a squirter.."
"Me either.." You mumbled, trying to get your head together. But Hange gave you no time for that. Gripping you by the back of your neck they pulled you up, turning your head around for a sloppy kiss.
You normally don't kiss clients but your head was so fogged up and full of them that those rules went out of the question, you'd just have to deal with the lecture later.
You felt them suck your face off in the most disrespectful way possible, sucking on your tongue and biting your lower lip. You couldn't help but moan in their mouth kindly returning the nasty favor.
By now you're completely naked, with them wearing nothing but the black wifebeater and grey dress pants that surely ended up on the floor next. You felt them pick you up, the coldness of a wall on your back and the tip of something poking at your throbbing cunt.
Your legs were in no shape to be fucked against the wall but Hange didn't want to hear a single complaint.
"I'll hold you together, doll, just fall apart in my hands for me..make those pretty sounds like you did before.." They your body whispered in your ear, holding your legs up with their tatted forearms like you were pure putty in their hands, thrusting into you.
You could feel yourself stretching out by the inch as they pound into you, their hair all disheveled with slight moans escaping their throat, feeling you clamp them like a vice.
"Why are you so fucking wet? This all for me doll, hm?" They growled, marking your neck with bruises and bites.
"It's all for you, it's all for you- fuck! Don't stop, please I swear i'm gonna cum all over this dick.."
"That's right princess, talk to me while i'm inside of you..tell me what you want.." Hange egged on.
"I want you to punish me, I wanna squirt all over you and make a fucking mess, Hange fuck me..pleasee." You pleaded, wrapping your legs around them with all the strength you could find, with tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, you were so fucking close.
Hange noticed the tears falling from your face and watched the mascara stain your face, kissing your stained cheeks with a toothy smirk.
"You look so fucking pretty like this..on your knees..hurry up." They panted, pulling out of you while you quickly got on the floor, they followed behind you, smacking your ass while you shook your hips to rub against them.
Pushing back inside, you both groan out with pleasure as Hange continues with the same pace as before, their hands pulling you in deeper.
"You feel so fucking good, s'good..i'm gonna cum all over that pretty face.." They grumbled, rutting into you.
"Please cum in me Hange, PLEASE! Fuck me just like that..just like that baby!" You groaned out, spreading yourself open so they could really hit your shit, you could feel them in the pit of your stomach, repeatedly hitting that spongy spot inside of you, that familiar feeling crept back in and crashed hard, with you letting out a loud scream.
"I'm not done just yet princess, give me one more pretty girl, please?" Hange cooed to you as they fucked you through the shivering orgasm, you swore you started to see stars.
"I know you can doll, just breathe for me." Hange went on, spitting on their hand and rubbing small circles on your clit. You whine from the sensitivity as your legs shake violently, the tears were flowing at this point but you couldn't help why you and your body wanted more.
"I want more of it...fuck..please cum inside of me Hange.." You begged once more, turning your hips up to push back without their help.
"Ouu shit, just like that princess..fuck me back then.." Hange swore, biting their lower lip as they lifted up their shirt, leaning back a bit to watch your ass move up and down on them and listening to your pussy squelch.
Hard smacks to your ass echoed in the room, as their voice escalated to a whimper as you picked up your pace, they finally let you take over and you wanted to pull all your tricks out to prove a point.
"Like that baby? This pussy sucking you dry? I want all of it Hange, give it to me please baby?" You teased, throwing your ass against them, feeling your own orgasm coming in close.
"I'm gonna cum all in this pussy baby, look at me- fuck just like that, you look so fucking good.." They babbled, watching you as you turned your neck to look back at them.
Their face was covered with the color red with a few strands stuck to their forehead, you could tell they were about to spray your insides white, this made you put your all into it, they gripped your hips hard forming crescent shaped indents deep into your skin, sporadically pounding inside of you, whimpering and moaning as you were bound to the ground, stuck in a euphoric state of pleasure.
"I'm cumming, I'M GONNA-" Was all you head before you felt ropes of warm cum fill you up in the nastiest way possible, you could feel them twitch inside of you as they still weren't finished, fucking the cum deeper into you.
Soon enough you creamed all over Hange only adding to the nasty mess they created not too long ago. They finally pulled out and watched as their cum spilled out of you, like an artist looking at a finished project.
You were mentally out of it, your legs gave out and you were on the floor with cum spilling out of your pussy and drool coming from your lips, bitch you were dickmatized.
"So..." They panted. "How do we tell Eren?"
Yallllllll, this is the nastiest thing my fingers have typed- this has been in my drafts for so long...but oh my fuck..i'm fucking pregnant....
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Genderswap
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Chapter 1: November
☾ Pairings �� Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world
☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, eventual smut (these update with every chapter)
☾ Author's note ➼ Hey guys! This is my first time writing fanfiction in a loooooong time, like the last time I wrote was probably in 2011. So with that said please be kind with any feedback or comments. I hope you enjoy! (also I made Hange's pronouns she/her/them/they)
Edit (11/27/2023): Hey guys, welcome to my little world of Unspoken Words. I have quite literally used this story as a way to better myself as a writer. As you read on, you may find that I've progressed (ofc I have a long way to go) but because of that, my first few chapters might be rough. With your patience, you may find a liking to this story as I know I've loved writing every word of it.
☾ word count ➼ ~7.1k
20-something years ago
You’re not sure how, but you find yourself sitting in the back of a big, white van. Red and blue lights danced in your eyes, and it felt like a thousand people surrounded you. Something plastic is placed on your face then you are instructed to breathe in deeply. You thought it was funny to be told to breathe, like you don’t just do it naturally, but you follow instructions regardless. It’s hard though, every part of your body hurts, chest included. Every breath you take feels like your insides are on fire.
‘Fire’, you think.
Everything is on fire.
Present Day
Levi stood blank faced as he meticulously cleaned the blender station for what felt like the 100th time today. The late afternoon rush had just tapered down so he took advantage of the next to empty café to clean as much as he could before closing for the evening.
“It’s 20 degrees outside, how are people still wanting frozen drinks.” he murmurs to himself, placing the blender back in its spot. Levi turns to the front counter and slings the towel he was using to dry things onto his shoulder.
His best friend, roommate, and business partner could be seen restocking some books on tall shelves, a gentle smile lighting up his boyish features. It’s been about a year and a half since they started this business venture together and they had no idea at the time how successful their bookstore-café combo would be in this small town.
Erwin’s thirst for knowledge kept their shelves as variable as ever while Levi’s love for perfecting the art of tea kept the drinks flowing. The problem, however, was Levi’s lack of people skills. He was seldom seen at the register, nor would you ever see him smile or talk to the customers. He often would leave you with a grunt and a swift turn after handing off the drinks.
No, for that, they had hired a couple of local highschoolers to do the facing work.
“Mr. Smith, Levi?” a soft voice rang out to the left of him. Levi shifted his attention to a taller girl with shoulder length raven hair standing next to him. Being as Mikasa is his cousin, they found early on how weird it was to be called ‘Mr. Ackerman’ as they shared the same surname. It was this connection too that got them to where they are today.
“Would it be okay if Eren and I take off a little early tonight? We have some big tests coming up and we’d like to take some extra time to study.” Mikasa shifted her dark eyes to the darkening windows as the sun set just over the horizon. Pinks and oranges flooded the partially clouded skies.
”Tch.” Levi could not help but roll his eyes. He raised a brow at her and leaned back against the counter behind him for support. “Sure, I guess,” he continues. “But do you really need it or is it for that blockhead?”
As if summoned by his words, Eren comes up from behind Mikasa and wraps a red scarf around his girlfriend’s neck, both of their jackets hanging off one of his arms. Eren is a good kid, always on time and followed directions, but the amount of sass he held in his body was something else. Levi and Erwin did not mind though, as he added a certain energy in the café that the customers seemed to enjoy. The two men wouldn’t say it out loud, but they really appreciated having them both on the team.
“Hey, I heard that. And yes, I need to study desperately. Econ is so hard and for what?!” Eren’s teal eyes widened for emphasis. To add to it he even put on a fake pout.
“I-”
“Just take the trash with you on the way out and you’re good to go.” Erwin piped up from behind a bookshelf.
Mikasa nodded in acknowledgement towards the voice, a silent thank you. Like Levi, she was not one for many words. He once thought it was an Ackerman thing but then he thought back to his annoying uncle and changed his mind quickly.
With that, she and Eren both untangled the aprons from their bodies, grabbed their belongings, and picked up the trash bags that were already taken out of the cans. They opted to leave through the back since the dumpsters were located that way. Again, Levi wouldn’t say it to anyone out loud, but he really did like those kids.
Erwin could be heard stacking more books into the shelves which left Levi to polish the counters again. It was the last hour before they closed so it stayed quiet for the most part, only interrupted by the sounds of scuffling shoes and books being placed on hard surfaces. Light jazz filled the rest of the silence. Then the bell signifying new customers rang from the front.
“Levi, can you grab that?”
The raven-haired man just huffed in response then stepped over to the register. His eyes fell on two figures right in front of him. A frazzled brunette and... you.
Due to the season, you are bundled up in a thick parka and knitted beanie. A big scarf wraps around your neck and face so that all Levi could see is your flushed cheeks and thick lashed eyes. Truthfully, you reminded him of a marshmallow.
“What’ll it be?” he asks, deadpan. The brunette is the one to respond, the voice loud enough to make him wince.
“Hmmm... well one English breakfast tea latte with lots of room for sugar aaaaand I’ll take a peppermint hot chocolate. Oh, and extra whip! We’ll drink it here.” She fished out a card with a dramatic thwip and handed it to Levi’s outstretched hand. Their café is one of those where if you were to stay, they offered washable cup ware as to keep the prices down on disposable cups. Not to mention the lessened ‘environmental impact’ as Erwin would say.
Levi glances at you before turning to make both orders. You give a small wave and smile a little, but he was already working quickly on the drinks.
He went into autopilot as he steeped the tea and steamed the milk. He really appreciated customers that ordered anything outside of coffee, especially when it came to tea. It’s not that he hated coffee, though it’s not like he liked it either, but it just wasn’t his thing. Coffee offered a different kind of bitterness that he wasn’t very fond of. With extra whipped cream in one and extra space in the other, he whirled around to place the drinks on the counter.
The one with glasses is the one that picks them up and they promptly walk in the direction of where you currently sit, one of the tables in the back corner by the window. You were stripped of your big parka and scarf, though the beanie stayed. Your eyes were wandering around the café in wonder, and Levi was pretty sure this had to be your first time here. But truthfully, he wouldn’t know, he didn’t make it his business to know his customers. That was Erwin’s and the kids’ job.
“The shelves are full and I’m exhausted.” Erwin came around the counter with a couple of empty boxes in his arms, heading straight for the back to the dumpster. Levi stepped back and leaned against the counter once again, his own black tea that had steeped while making yours cradled in his fingertips. He kept looking at his only customers while he sipped the black liquid. The teacup almost slipped out of his grip as he saw you dumping a large amount of sugar into your cup.
There you sit, extremely focused on the cup in front of you and lips pressed together tightly, almost as if you were afraid you’d put in too much. The sight would have been funny if you hadn’t just ruined your entire tea, he thinks to himself. You smile to yourself in satisfaction and put the sugar jar back where it came from. While you stir the sweetener in gently, the brunette in front of you talks animatedly. Hands were flying everywhere, and Levi could practically feel the energy radiating from the corner of the room. You were doing the same, silently laughing.
Suddenly the front door flew open, the bell ringing loudly with it. Levi grits his teeth, steeling himself for yet another customer interaction. But his shoulders dropped in relief at the sight of only Carly, Erwin’s girlfriend. She saunters up to the counter with a big smile aimed towards Levi and without even asking she slid behind the bar. Erwin had already made it from the back and was in the process of putting away the leftover ingredients from the day. Carly wraps her arms around her boyfriend and plants a big kiss on his face, to which Levi quickly looks away. It wasn’t weird for her to come in right as they were about to close.
What was weird, he thought, was the shock that flooded your face as you eyed the very public display of affection. Levi knit his brows in confusion as the brunette pivoted in her seat to see what you were staring at. Their face fell, any evidence of a good time completely erased.
“Carly?”
The person in question whipped around so fast at the voice and the panic that exuded from her was palpable. She quickly unwrapped herself from Erwin’s embrace.
“Hange.”
If it wasn’t for the jazz in the background, the lengthy silence that followed would have been deathly.
Carly clears her throat and laughs awkwardly.
“Uh, why are you here?”
The person named Hange just lifts their hot chocolate cup awkwardly, not really saying anything. Their eyes shift between Carly and Erwin, clearly understanding what had happened.
“I-I’m sorry, you guys know each other?” Erwin sounds cautious, like he already knew the answer. Of course, he would, he isn’t dumb. His piercing blue eyes survey the situation, going back and forth between the two.
“Well, uh. I-” Carly stutters, clearly at a loss of what to say in the predicament she found herself in.
“She’s my girlfriend.” Hange claims calmly.
This admission makes Erwin sigh heavily, confirming what he had pieced together. Levi stared at him in bewilderment as the man just chuckled quietly.
“Well. I suppose that’s it then.” And with that he turns on his heel and stalks off to the back room.
“Wait, Erwin I can explain!” She follows right on his heels and disappears into the back room as well. A minute later you can hear hysterical crying and calm retorts reverberating from the back. If Levi could shrink into the cabinets to get out of this situation, he would. Instead, he focuses on the other party who were having a very quiet and rushed discussion. Well, a one-sided discussion, as he only heard one voice.
Levi, realizing it was almost time to close anyways, rushes to close the distance between him and the front door. He really did not want to have to deal with other customers while the drama unfurled. So, he flips the door sign to ‘Closed’ and unplugs the ‘Open’ neon sign hanging in the window. A couple walks by about to open the door, probably out for a café date from the looks of it. But they were only met with a dead stare from the sharpest eyes they’d ever seen. With that, they briskly turned around and left down the sidewalk.
Levi spins around and from here he gets a better look at the two trapped customers. You were moving your hands all over the place like you were earlier. But with an even closer look he realizes you weren’t just talking animatedly with your hands; you were talking with them. You were signing.
You reacted to your partner’s conversation just fine, so it was clear you had some sort of hearing. Your scarf now hung loose around your shoulders, and it looked like you had tears brimming in your eyes. Levi swiftly walks back to the counter; this is obviously not a conversation he needed to be a part of.
“Hey, don’t worry about me. It’s only been a couple of months. Really, it’s better to find out now than 3 years from now.” They laughed without humor. You know when Hange was saving face for your sake, she was never as sly as she thought she was.
‘You don’t need to be strong right now.’ You sign then reach your hand out to touch her cheek softly. Physical touch had become your second language early on, if only to emphasize. Fortunately, Hange was okay with that and often embraced it with open arms.
“I know, my little strawberry. I just need some time to process everything.” They pat you on the head lightly with a small grin. You swat their hands, blushing at the nickname you were so graciously given so many years ago. But you nod back, knowing they would not change their mind.
The tall blonde glides through the back door, alone. His face was grim as he tugged loose the tie around his neck.
“Hange, was it?” He started walking towards you and your very startled sister.
“U-uh yeah. That’s my name! Listen I had no idea, I’m so sorry. I would have said something obviously but-”, they take a deep breath. “I’m sorry. What’s your name again?”
“Erwin Smith. There is nothing to apologize for as I can only assume there’s only one blame to be given. I hate that we must meet under such a circumstance, but it is truly nice to meet you.” He raises a hand waiting for a handshake.
Hange takes it after a second of processing, shaking the hand vigorously with both hands.
“Well, unfortunately it is what it is. I’m sure Carly and I will be speaking soon. I’m assuming she’s not just hiding back there.” They flick their gaze to the back door he had just come through.
“Ah well, yes. Long gone... how long were you two...?”
“Only like, 3 months or so. You?”
He flinched at that and murmured, “3 Years.”
Thinking back to her comment not 10 minutes ago, Hange bit their cheek.
“Oh man I’m so sorry.”
“No, please. It’s alright. None of this is yours or my fault. We couldn’t have known, but now we do.” Erwin chuckled to himself. You wonder if he’s trying to save face the way your sister did. His gaze now shifts to you. He is a very handsome man. To your extreme surprise, he starts signing to you.
‘I'm sorry, who might you be? I noticed you signing earlier. I know a little from the books I have read.’ His crystal blue eyes sparkle at you as he signs. You can’t help but break out into a huge grin. You sign your name back and compliment him on his raw signing form.
‘I am of hearing, though. So please feel free to talk, and I will sign back.’ You clarify to Erwin, the smile not falling from your face.
“That sounds like a plan. Levi, stop hiding behind the counter and come say hi.” Erwin calls out, not bothering to look over his shoulder. You hear a grunt in response and not 10 seconds later, the barista stands cross armed next Erwin. He nods a hello to each of you.
You knew he was shorter than you, at least a couple inches, based off the interaction at the counter earlier. But seeing him side by side with his friend was almost comical. But as short stature as he was, it did not keep him from holding himself with such authority. It made you nervous.
‘Thank you for the tea, it was very good.’ You sign, your sister translating in real time for you.
“Tch, are you sure? I saw you dump enough sugar in it to make it syrup.” Levi retorts dryly.
That makes you smile sheepishly. His fixated stare unnerved you a little, but you stare back regardless. Now that he was closer, a glass case no longer between the both of you, your eyes traveled along his face in close inspection.
He’s beautiful, you think to yourself. His features are sharp and angled. Steely gray eyes pronounced a permanent exhausted look. It was a shade of gray you’ve never seen before, and they were mesmerizing. As if he could feel you staring holes in his face, he flicks his eyes to the side, clearly uncomfortable. But you can’t help it, because really the most intriguing thing about him was not his metallic eyes. It was the scars that marred his porcelain skin.
A couple of scars ran down the right side of his face. The prominent of the two trailed from the top right of his forehead all the way down to his chin, cutting into his right eye and both lips. You’re pretty sure his eye was quite damaged due to the slight muted discoloration of the eye color.
He’s beautiful, you repeat to yourself. You glance over to Hange, and they just look over at you with a knowing look. You know she was just begging to ask Levi too, but she just shakes her head. So, you fold your hands together and pinch your lips together.
“Well!” Hange yells out, breaking the silence. “This human really needs a drink. Let’s all go! Erwin, I demand you let me treat you to a couple drinks!” She wraps an arm around your shoulders and laughs.
“A drink sounds fantastic; I will gladly take you up on that offer. Let me just close up rea-” He’s cut off by Levi raising both of his hands up in protest. You notice the two missing fingers on his right hand. The pointer and middle were gone. Whatever this man went through, you just had to know. But you toss those questions onto an ever-growing pile and bite your cheek.
“Erwin, I can close up. You go ahead.” Your sister just smiles widely and practically jumped up and down. The blonde man just clapped his hand Levi’s shoulder and smiled at him.
“Thank you. You’ll join us after? The usual place?” Levi just shrugs his shoulders in response.
Part of you hoped he would. You couldn’t place a singular reason why though.
.
Fifteen minutes later, the three of you found yourselves in a well-lit and very crowded bar. Somehow Erwin had snagged a table near the back wall. Heavy rock blares loudly from a live band maybe 20 feet away. Overwhelming was an understatement, but you grit your teeth and sit down on one of the stools.
“Whatcha want, my darlings?!” Hange yells over the music, slapping both hands down on the table and staring at the both of you.
“Whiskey neat, whatever they offer is fine.”
You sign the words ‘apple’ and ‘juice’ followed by a ‘thank you’. You’ve never been one for a drink. While it was tolerable to be around, you’d rather not have to taste it if you could help it.
Looking around, you see all manners of people surrounding you. Something about it makes your stomach turn but you shift in your seat to quell it down. You’re sure it’s only so crowded because of the prospect of a Friday night and the promise of no plans the following day. The town of Jinae was not anything special, but it was quaint. You and your sister found out quickly it was a place where everyone knew mostly everyone. After only settling down here from your hometown 5 months ago, you were still learning of all the local spots.
From the looks of it, this bar was one of those. “The Scouts” was an inviting place, decorated with dark greens and wood tones. The walls were littered with many frames of a lot of different people. You imagine it might have been local residents in various locations of the town. All of the wood was worn down, so it was clear this place has been in business for a while. A neon sign hangs above the stage where the live band played, something that resembled blue and white wings. It makes you wonder what the significance is.
Your thoughts are disturbed as a glass is placed in front of you. Realizing the dryness in your throat, you pick up the glass and take a big swig of the amber liquid. You’re met with a burning sensation, and you gag. This alerts Hange of the unfortunate mistake.
“Ah I’m sorry my little strawberry!! They do look quite similar though, don’t they?” They switch the glasses quickly and laugh. You notice the very noticeable cup size differences between the two and you stare at her quizzically. “I may have taken a shot while at the bar, sorry.” she adds on. It makes you shake your head, but you grab her hand reassuringly and chuckle.
‘I’m sorry.’ You sign at Erwin, and he just smiles back.
“Not a problem. But I have to ask, how was it?” A bushy eyebrow raises at you in amusement.
You just stick your tongue out and make a gagging gesture at him. You laugh though, not really upset.
Two apple juices in, the live band ends. Hange and Erwin are very deep in conversation, which you suspect might be about Carly. You can’t really hear what’s being said though. With the absence of music, chatter quickly fills the air. Honestly it was really starting to get to you. So, after tapping on the pair’s shoulders and signing where you were going, you find yourself leaning over the guard rail just outside the bar’s door.
The sun was already far gone. A crescent moon sits high in the sky and a smatter of stars surrounds it. The cold air felt very welcome on your very flushed face. You exhale a big sigh, which garners a puff of steam. It makes you laugh so you do it again. Then you start to wonder how long you might be able to last out here before getting frostbite when suddenly a body starts leaning against the rail next to you.
With a start, you whip your head to face the newcomer. Instantly you relax at the sight of Erwin’s friend. He was adorned in a big peacoat and his casual slacks. A tan turtleneck sweater peaks out from the jacket’s collar. His face was flushed as well, no doubt from the cold.
Levi.
He wasn’t paying you any mind though, instead his gaze laid upon the sky above, at the stars. You wave at him anyways and offer a small smile. He glances at you with a side eye and returns a curt nod.
Not one for words.
So, you both stand there in silence, staring up at the twinkling lights above. It wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. Something about his presence radiated a sort of calm, and you were happy to bask in it.
After a few minutes, he shifts his weight in your direction, so you face him. He’s staring up at you and it makes you swallow hard. His eyes glowed silver from the moonlight. Truly you have never been this fascinated with a person until now.
“You like the stars.” It wasn’t a question, more like a statement.
You nod in agreement, smiling to emphasize your love for them. He purses his lips at that. It seemed as if he wanted to say something else to that, but nothing came out. It just makes you frown a bit. You just have more questions that keep piling up. Everything about him just emanated mystery and it made you want to know all about him.
‘Are you okay?’ You sign to him, exaggerating your frown to show your concern. You’re only met with a look of confusion. You forget that he does not know much if any sign. And you kick yourself for leaving your communication tools at home. To be fair though, this is not where you expected to be tonight.
You then get an idea to use your phone to type to him but before you even reach into your pocket, you’re interrupted by a sudden blast of warm air as a couple stumbles out of the bar, both in a giggling fit as they cling to each other. They take off down the road, laughing even harder. The brief warm air makes you shiver, reminding you of the cold outside.
As if thinking the same thing, Levi catches the door before it closes and holds it open for the both of you. You’re suddenly well aware of the very loud singing happening from within and your eyes widen at the familiarity of one of the voices. You and Levi make your way to the voices and are greeted with the sight of Erwin and Hange duetting a Backstreet Boys song.
What a sight it was. The tall brunette, face flushed and glasses askew, had their arm around Erwin. He his blonde hair was quite tousled, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. They both swayed together as they belted out the lyrics. As if their smiles were contagious, you felt yourself grin. It was kind of cute. So, you pull out your phone and snap a quick picture, sure to show Hange in the morning. It was a good thing too, because the song ends right as you put your phone away in your bag. Levi clicks his tongue and huffs. You glance over at the noise and notice a small upturn to the corner of his scarred mouth. Noticing your gaze, his face vacates itself from any emotion as he stares back ahead.
“Oi! Eyebrows!” He calls out to his friend. Levi starts making his way to the stage, walking with a slight limp. Yet another question to add onto the pile. “I’m gone for 45 minutes and you’re already singing.”
“I’m fine! Just a couple drinks in.”
You all make your way to the table you had laid claim to earlier. You survey the table and count at least 6 more glasses, not counting your two. It was hard to see who drank what.
‘Are you okay?’ You sign to your sister, concern etched on your face. They just nod lazily and give a thumbs up with both hands. Levi is regarding you with a look of understanding, and it seems he realized that you had asked him outside. Music starts playing over the speakers again, and people start making their way to the dance floor. Hange squeals and downs the rest of her drink quickly.
“Erwin let’s go!” She grabs his arm, not waiting for a response. He gives a mock salute to the two of you and follows without question. Levi just clicks his tongue again and heads to the bar to get himself something. So, you plop yourself down on the stool and stare out into the room. Out of nervous habit you start fidgeting with the napkins in front of you. A moment later, Levi’s hobbling over with a tray of drinks.
“I got the idiots some water, they look like they need it.” He places the glasses down with a thud, including one of his own housing some sort of caramel liquid. Then he’s sliding something over to you and you’re about to protest that you don’t drink but you realize it’s not a glass. It’s a notepad and pen.
“If you need something, this might come in handy.” is all he says.
You’re quick to show your appreciation with a bright smile. You also note to yourself that you could have very well have used your phone to communicate but you were not one to disregard someone’s thoughtfulness. It makes something bloom in your chest, warm and comforting.
Your many years of not having a phone of course meant writing – a lot. Your handwriting evolved plenty with time so that meant it was extremely neat. It had to have been so that the reader would be able to read it without an issue.
First you write your name, as you realize no one had really said it out loud while at the teashop. Following that you add ‘I think your shop is wonderful, and I really did enjoy the tea you made.’ You also want to jot down the questions from earlier that were still swimming in your mind, but you hold yourself back. You tell yourself maybe later, granted if there would even be a later.
When angling the paper so he could see it, his eyes flit across the words quickly and you’re given a grunt in acknowledgement. Pulling back the notepad, you bite the inside of your cheek. While it wasn’t awkward being next to him, he sure made it hard to talk to. His cold demeanor gave you the feeling he wasn’t the type to talk about himself, especially with someone he just met. So, asking questions about him or his life was out the window. Likewise, he did not really seem interested in hearing your life story, not like you were planning to spill it anyways for fear of being met with disdain. You had plenty of experiences with that growing up.
Tapping the pen against your chin, your eyes drift around the bar room. There a multitude of people lingering about, shouting over each other to be heard. A couple sits in a corner, whispering who knows what to each other. Both of their cheeks are flushed and eyes heavy with lust. A handful of people are on the dance floor grinding away, your sister and new friend sticking out like a sore thumb as they dance with reckless abandon. All of this gave you an idea, remembering something you’ve read before many moons ago. You start scrawling on the paper again.
‘Are you a gambling man, Levi?’
You shift the pad back over to him and he glances down again after taking another sip of his spirit. He was holding his glass in a way you’d never seen before and honestly it was a little weird.
“Tch, hardly. Why do you ask?” He looks hard at you as you scratch something else down.
‘I propose a game to pass the time. Let’s make some bets about the random people in this room.’
He looks at you incredulously. You stand your ground, not averting your gaze even a little. When you don’t back down, he just scoffs and shakes his head at you.
“I literally could not care less about these people,” he clicks his tongue. “But I suppose there’s not much else to do so I’ll bite.” Knocking back the rest of his drink, he moves around you to lean back against the wall so that he is facing the rest of the crowd. You shift so that you are doing the same. You don’t overlook the proximity to the shorter man, nor the fact that your arms are almost touching. You start to scribble once more.
‘Winner gets to ask the loser one question.’ As his eyes fall on your words, he seems a little taken aback. Levi seems to think for a moment, like he’s weighing his pros and cons.
“One non-personal question.” He amends. You both nod in agreement. So, your eyes travel around the room, looking for your first target. It falls on a group not so far away.
‘I bet that gaggle of young girls over there are here for a bridal party.’
You point in the direction of the said group. Currently they were taking tequila shots, lime and all. All of them sparkled and were dressed up to the nines, save for the silly little hats adorning their heads. And they were having so much fun.
“No way,” Levi scoffs, “That has to be a 21st birthday. They all look like babies.”
Suddenly someone comes through a parting in the crowd with a tray of assorted colorful drinks garnished with cute little accessories. They all yell in excitement at the sight. One of the girls raises her glass and starts shouting.
“To Estelle! May your married life be full of infinite love, happiness, and orgasms!” They all cheer and take big gulps of their drinks, followed by more giggling.
Levi glances art you, his gray eyes dull in the dim bar light. An eyebrow lifts at you as well.
“How did you know?”
You do a sweeping gesture starting from one shoulder down to the opposite hip. He looks back over to the women and conveniently the soon-to-be-bride had faced your direction. She was indeed wearing a white sash sporting the word ‘BRIDE’ in bright pink letters. He huffs as he rolls his eyes, and you smirk at him in return. You press the pad over to him, already equipped with your question.
Levi scoffs at your question. As promised, it wasn’t very personal. You figured ice breaker like questions were a good start. But his pause made you question if this was a good idea, you didn’t want to run him off or make him uncomfortable. Then he clicks his tongue, and his face softens ever so slightly.
“My favorite hobby, huh? It would have to be cleaning.” He simply states.
Cleaning?
‘Like mopping, dusting, all that jazz?’
“Yeah, it brings me peace. I like the control. Plus, I can't stand filthy things, people, or places. It’s repugnant.” He scrunches his nose at the last statement. A laugh bubbles up and you can’t help but let it loose. You’re shot with a glare and a sharp tone.
“Funny?”
You shake your head no and smile lightly while your hands move adeptly on the pad.
‘Not funny, just amusing because it’s not something I would have expected. It’s different. If it makes you happy then it is an admirable hobby.’
Levi’s looking away from you now. If it wasn’t so dim, you would have seen there was a light dusting of pink color his cheeks and ears. He clears his throat and scans the room for his victim. His eyes land on the couple in the back corner whispering to each other. He notices their not-so-subtle hand movements as they felt each other up. Nodding in their direction, he looks back over to you, leaning close so you can hear.
“I bet that couple will get up in the next 3 minutes and excuse themselves to somewhere private.” Your eyes travel in that direction, only to look away hastily at such an intimate scene. You’re not able to think of a counter-bet because honestly, you’re thinking the same thing. Your eyes settle back to his face, but he’s already looking back at the couple. If he noticed you staring, he didn’t say. Suddenly his face is filled with a satisfied look, only to be replaced quickly with a look of horror. You follow his gaze again, afraid of what you might see.
Fortunately, it’s nothing risqué, as you catch the tail end of the couple slipping into one of the public, unmarked restrooms. But the thought of their future actions was enough to gross you out. Looking back at Levi, you scrunch your face up in disgust. He nods in understanding.
“This is why we don’t use public restrooms, especially in a bar.” He pinches the bridge of his nose with his good hand. “When I said somewhere private, I meant like a residence or something. Filthy animals, unbelievable. They better scrub that bathroom down. Maybe I should tell the bartender when they’re done. Maybe I should help clean.”
His retorts crack you up, your shoulders bouncing from silent laughter. He just stares at you impassively as he runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face.
“Well, it’s not like we should ruin their fun. Anyways I suppose I won. Let’s see... what’s your favorite color?”
You part your lips, dumbfounded. This was never an easy question, as you found joy in a lot of different colors. You bite your lip and start writing, but after a couple minutes Levi rips the pad from your hands out of impatience.
salmon
turquoise?
canary yellow!
orange
dark forest gre-
He just looks at you in alarm.
“Just pick one.” he scolds.
You snatch the pad back and scribble down, ‘It’s not that simple!’
“It is to me. White, easy.” You just stare right back at him, not believing what you just heard. Out of all the many shades and hues out there, this man decides the color white.
‘Why?’
“It’s clean.” is the only response you get.
It makes sense, you think. But seriously, this man was so weird. But like you said earlier, it was different and that made it refreshing to you. You start searching for your next bet.
As if in a scene from a movie you’ve seen a dozen times came to life, your eyes snap to a lone woman sitting at the bar, nursing a drink and playing on her phone. A couple seats down, you spot a few men chatting. One of the men is staring hard at the very oblivious woman. You nudge Levi with your elbow, not unnoticing the slight flinch from your touch. You point to the scene, and he is quick to understand.
“I bet when he walks over to her, she’ll get up and leave.” He says confidently.
Trusting your instincts, you scrawl back quickly as you notice the man started making his way towards the woman. Sticking your tongue out at him, you angle the pad to him so he could see.
‘Absolutely not. She’ll tell him off right away.’
To both yours and his surprise, not one moment later she throws the rest of her drink contents onto the man’s head. She gathers her belongings, throws a wad of bills on to the bar, then stomps out of the establishment. The rejected man staggers back to his friends, and they applaud him for his supposed gall. This event left you both stunned. There’s a moment of pause where you and Levi just stare at each other before all hell breaks loose as he starts talking and you start scribbling furiously.
“She walked away, I win.”
‘She threw that drink on him, that’s practically telling him off. And that happened before any walking off.’
“That hardly counts, no words were used.” He scoffs and folds his arms across his chest as he stares hard at you. You weren’t sure if the indignation was real or not, but it was evident in his face.
‘Words are not always needed to convey intent.’ You shoot back at him, shifting your weight to tap your foot defiantly. You would know this of course.
This makes Levi pause. He opens his mouth to say something but then Erwin and Hange came crashing into the little bubble you two had made. Suddenly the sounds of clinking glasses and mindless chatter came rushing in and you took a step back.
“Um, I think Hange might have had a little too much tonight.” Erwin says, to which your attention is drawn to a very drunk Hange. They were a blubbering, sobbing mess. Whining about things that ranged from Carly to her work stress and everything in between. Your sister rarely got this drunk, but you imagine the events from earlier might have been her breaking point. This was a sign to get her home.
You hastily round the table to wrap her arm around you and prop her up. Then after whipping a $20 out of your purse and throwing it on the table in front of the boys, you give them a grateful smile and sign to Erwin.
‘Thank you both for tonight. She and I had a lot of fun. But I need to get her home before she gets worse.’ As if on cue, they let out a loud wail and start sobbing into your shoulder. You shift your body to hold them closer so that you don’t drop them. Erwin grabs your $20 and shoves it back in your purse before zipping it up. He had left you no time to protest as he places a large hand on your shoulder and stares intensely at you.
“Please, let me take care of this. Tell them this was an exceptional time. And to please stop by the café again, we owe each a good, sober talk.” His bright blue eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled at you warmly. “It was a pleasure meeting you too. I hope you join Hange on the café visits as well. I think Levi has warmed up to you just nicely.” He wiggles an eyebrow at his friend. Levi just shoves him back and rolls his eyes.
“Tch, fuck off. She’s alright, I guess.” He’s staring at you now, not as cold as before. “You owe me an answer next time we meet.”
You purse your lips at him and shake your head in disagreement.
‘I totally won that, don’t even think otherwise.’ You jot down lazily on the notepad still on the table. It wasn’t as neat, but you were propping up a whole human, you couldn’t help it.
“Are you sure you’re safe to get home okay? We can he-” You cut Erwin off with a wave of the hand. Their spot of choice was actually very lucky, as you only live a few minutes away. And to be honest, you needed the cold air. So, you sign a quick goodbye to your new friends and make your way out.
Walking down the snowy sidewalk, you pat Hange’s head as she grumbles about random things. She opted to walk herself, but you kept your hand in theirs to lead them in the right direction. She only stumbled a few times but overall, you were able to keep a steady pace. You note that before you left, her glass of water had been untouched, so you make a mental reminder to hydrate her before throwing her in bed.
‘Alcohol was not kind to those in their 30s’ you heard their voice say in the back of your mind.
As your steps left crunching noises in their wake, you peer up at the moon and glittering stars. A certain raven-haired and silver-eyed man etched in your brain. You wonder how soon it will be before seeing him again.
‘Levi’ you sign to yourself with a free hand. A smile cemented to your face the whole way home.
☾ Next Chapter: December
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Chapter 32 War is over
Chapter 32 of Cherry
A/N: WERE BACK AND CLOSE TO THE END!
Warning- Angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of death, and violence
Takes place during- The final chapters special 2
Pairing- Jean Kirstein x fem!reader
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*A FEW YEARS BACK. UNDERGROUND*
The sun never came underground, some warm rays played through gaps. The warmth was taunting and never liked to stay or give much attention underground like you imagined it did above ground. And the stars looked like specs.
“What do you think it looks like up there?” Isabel asks as her eyes get lost in the blue sky that peeked over the gap. “I mean besides grass, dirt, trees, and the sky…what do you think it looks like?”
“I imagine a lot of rainbows,” you muse as you hold onto Furlan’s chin as you lay your head on the top of his head. “I read that they exist.”
“Rainbows?” Levi deadpans.
You glance at him and notice his judgmental look so you laugh and rebuttal. “I was just joking.”
Furlan chuckles softly and nudges Levi’s arm, causing the tiny man to sigh and look up at the cloud passing by.
“Maybe there’s a tea shop,” you add seriously this time. “One by a river, and a flower shop across from it, and a bookstore next door owned by a nice old man.”
“Oh! And horses tied up front as the people walk in the shop,” Isabel blurts and adds to one of your many ideas. “There’s tables outside so people can enjoy the sun as they read the newspaper and drink tea. And when it rains everyone stays inside by a fireplace to keep warm!”
You grin and close your eyes to imagine that simple life.
“It all sounds too easy,” Levi murmurs. “It’s all too simple that way.”
You open your eyes to look at him and see that his gaze is still lost in the sky. His eyes look hopeful even if he tries to make you all see the reality as you illusioned yourselves once again.
“Perhaps,” Furlan interjects softly. “But is it nice dreaming of a simple life? We deserve a simple life where we can drink tea by a river, don’t we?”
You smile softly and close your eyes again before you agree softly. “Yes, I agree.”
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*NOW*
You made a promise, didn’t you? Not so long ago.
Here you are now falling through the sky towards The Beast Titan latched on Eren’s large Titan body.
You made a promise to finish him off if no one else did or could. He put this burden on you, he piled on more stress on an already stressful situation.
You made a promise to him and you have every intention to see it through. But he’s not the only one you want to do this for. You will see this promise through for them, you will fight even if it means to your dying breath for everyone who’s come before you. Every single Scout you grew up with, every single Scout who watched you grow up and treated you like one of them, every Scout you fought with, and every comrade you’ve lost along the way because they’re watching too. Their eyes are on you and everyone who remains.
You will fight, and you will keep your promise for them.
No regrets. No hesitation.
Thus, you dart towards Beast, and swerve the rocks he hurls in your direction to throw you off course.
It’s a pretty easy task since you can’t attack him directly yet, which would be fairly easy if you did; Levi has managed to win every fight against him, but no, you can’t attack him head-on. Not when the rumbling relies on keeping him alive, meaning he’ll do anything to stay alive, or Eren would do anything to keep him alive. So instead you manage to land on one of the Founding Titan’s spines near Beast.
Levi lands below you, and Jean, Connie, Mikasa, and Armin shortly thereafter land on other spiked spines, whilst Pieck transforms into Cart before landing, leaving you to watch as the first attack relies on Reiner.
Nevertheless, when Reiner transforms in midair and tackles Beast, he manages to unlatch him fairly easily, and that resistance to stay alive doesn’t happen. The moment Reiner slams Beast on the bones below, Beast dies. Or at least this empty body does.
Is this why he’s white instead of his former color? Because it’s some decoy?
“Eren,” Armin interjects, making you drift your eyes over to him standing up to face Eren’s head in the distance with a pointed look that gives you chills. “I have another question to ask you, once we drag you out of there. In what way are you free?”
“It's too quiet,” you change the subject as you watch smoke rise off of Beast’s body. “Somethings wrong.”
“Isn’t there always?” Levi remarks before zips down and lands beside Reiner over Beast. You look around for something hidden between all the fucking bones and dust, but there’s nothing but a blue sky and more bones.
It gives you an even more terrible feeling.
Regardless, you latch your grapple beside Levi and land between him and Mikasa, while the other three land on Reiner.
“I guess killing some empty husk isn’t gonna do anything,” Levi says as Beast keeps decaying to nothing.
“As I feared,” Armin adds. “Zeke’s using the same method as the War Hammer Titan to hide himself.”
“You mean we have to find one tiny body in this huge mass of bones?!” Jean remarks loudly. “There ain’t no way! We gotta face up to reality! Armin!”
“I know!” Armin surprises everyone by shouting back. “In one minute, I’m blasting this area away. Work with the Cart Titan to get clear!”
Your eyes widen out of surprise, but you can’t help but feel proud of his quick thinking and his determination. Plus it saves you from explaining a theory that was coming to mind about finding Beast.
“Eren knows this attack could be coming,” Armin adds. “I can’t imagine this’ll kill him! But if I blow these bones apart we might figure out where Eren or Zeke is!”
You nod in comprehension and don’t hesitate to zip away, noticing that Mikasa isn’t close behind. So you glance back and see her still standing before Armin.
“Mikasa!” You call out so you can snap her from the train of thoughts racing in her head.
Said woman’s head lifts before tilting down one last time before she shoots forward and follows after you and everyone else.
You keep your eyes on her even as she follows along just to make sure she doesn’t want to turn back and talk Armin out of his plan. And when you’re sure that she won’t turn back, you turn your head away, but just before you can fully focus on the clearing ahead, you catch a weird thing creeping behind Armin that wasn’t there before.
The smoke that invades the sky is thick, but as you narrow your gaze you make out a Titan that wasn’t here before. Which is not a good sign.
“Armin!” You warn him.
Mikasa snaps her head back and notices the same Titan so she desperately calls out to her childhood friend. “Armin!”
However, neither warning works, the titan is fast and seems to shove its tongue in Armin before yanking him in its mouth and running off in the other direction.
You bring yourself to a stop, and when you look back to where Armin was taken, your fear spikes as you see multiple Titans latched to the bones. Neither which were there before.
“Everyone’s seeing this right?!” You ask for reassurance.
“Yes,” Connie answers shakily as Cart and him land near you.
You draw out a deep breath and nod stiffly. “Good,” you mutter and then blink when you catch one suddenly moving towards you.
“Here they come!” Connie shouts. “Reiner!”
See it was too quiet and easy.
Alas, the Titan lunges at Reiner, but he manages to catch it and throw it aside. However, just when he gets rid of one, more surround him and grab him, making Jean and Mikasa help him out by launching Thunder Spears at the Titans. You expect more to attack, but they remain still.
“What the hell are these guys?” Jean asks what everyone’s thinking.
You study the field and begin to notice that they all don’t resemble some mindless Titan, they all have unique features and bodies just like the Titan users.
“They don’t look like Pure Titans. That’s for sure,” Jean adds.
“What do we do?” Connie queries. “We’ll run out of Thunder Spears! Most importantly is Armin alive?”
“The slightest injury and he would’ve transformed,” you remind him.
“Which means he was captured, without a scratch,” Levi adds for you. “But he was whisked off towards Eren’s ass, with countless Titans blocking our path.”
You scoff and avert your gaze from all the titans surrounding you before you interject. “And it'd be stupid to fight every single one of those Titans. Just as they spawned out of nowhere means they probably don’t have a limit as to how much can come out.”
“Cherry’s right,” Levi adds. “Even in perfect condition, I wouldn’t choose to leap into that mess. So keep cool. Mikasa, don’t charge off. I’ll act as bait and draw the bulk of them away first.”
You gasp and snap your head towards him, you part your lips to argue since he’s in a poor state and only barely gained back some strength. Yet Levi knows you well and affirms his task. “I said I will act as bait. Got that?” He directs at you.
There’s no use arguing so you just agree speechlessly and look away.
“That won’t work, Captain,” Cart argues nevertheless. “I’ve figured out what we’re dealing with. They’re the past generation of the Nine Titans.”
She caught on too. She’s smart, you have to admit. It’s impressive.
“Who knows if their minds are still in there, though,” Cart adds. “I would bet the Founding Titans’ power can resurrect an unlimited number of them, just like y/n was saying. These past Titan soldiers were created only to fight.”
Tsk.
“We’re no match for something like that,” Connie mutters.
You nod stiffly. “Exactly.”
“So we can’t afford to be so easygoing with this,” Cart interjects. “I’m not even friends with Eren, so…” she trails off and then suddenly hops away and begins charging through all the madness ahead.
“Hey!” Jean shouts. “You’re not gonna—Pieck!”
Damn. Crazy girl. Brave, but crazy.
“Aw, hell,” Levi grimaces.
You focus on Cart and see that Titans target her right away as she charges to Eren's nape. And she actually makes it with no damage and manages to drape the explosives on Eren.
“Wait!” Mikasa calls out and desperately begins running forward.
“Mikasa! Don’t!” You call out and get ready to follow her to keep her away.
Alas, just as Pieck seems to come out and gets ready to trigger the explosives, suddenly a trident pierces through Cart’s body.
“Pieck!” You yell out and without hesitation, you aim your grapples ahead and shoot towards her. After all, with Armin currently missing, the explosives around Eren’s nape are your current salvation to destroy his current body and find Zeke and him. Plus, Pieck is still alive, if anyone can save her it’s you.
You may not know her long, you may have just joined sides, and you may have wanted to kill each other not so long ago, but she’s on your side now. She’s your comrade now, and when you can you have to save your friends.
You can’t lose more.
Yet just as you get about halfway to Pieck, the hairs on the back of your neck rise and you quickly think to look down to the left corner. A mere second passes and out from the cloud of smoke jumps out the Jaw Titan, the same one who left gashes on your torso, the same one who took you captive in Marley.
Only now he’s a lifeless pale puppet.
If only you could have met the man that would turn into this Titan before his death. It’s too bad he died before you could join alliances.
Nevertheless, he swings his claws at you, but you quickly parry and spin forward to slice his wrist off. It’s only one, but he jumps away.
You watch him and then feel instantly horrified when you catch another Jaw Titan diving towards Jean with its mouth wide open.
“Jean!” You call out and aim your grapples below to try and move him out of the way even if it means getting in the Titans mouth yourself, but then in a flash, someone gets your boyfriend out of the way. When you look, you notice that it’s Levi who saved him in time.
“Captain!” You hear Jean scream, causing you to instantly land next to them on one of the bones.
“Levi” you mutter breathlessly as you see him on one knee.
“I’m okay,” he brushes you and Jean off. “Hurry, we’re getting Armin back. That’s our only path through this. Otherwise, we’ll all die for nothing!”
Explosions go off behind you, and growls and grunts boom, so you turn and face the disaster of battle playing out.
“I’ll go to the nape,” you let Levi and Jean know. “Pieck already placed the explosives there, I just need to get the trigger and then I’ll save her!”
“There’s too many Titans between here and there!” Jean exclaims.
You face him and nod. “Yes, but I’m fast. Besides, there's no other choice.”
You hold his gaze, and you see his eyes hold concern, and the desire to add more, but you turn and fly out before he can.
However, he was right about the Titans, there’s a lot trying to stop you and you can’t fight them all. You manage to escape the grasp of others and slice through the napes of others. One Titan even tries to dive toward your lower body and bite your legs, and another one reaches your arms with its hands as if they’re trying to pin you down.
Albeit before they can touch you, you let yourself fall without using your grapples or your gas. And when you fall past them, they dive after you, so you aim your Thunder spear and pull back before you shoot one and manage to take them both out.
“Fuck yeah,” you murmur to yourself before you shoot a grapple at the bones above you. You proceed to shoot yourself above the smoke bank you were falling through and get caught off guard when you see Bertholdt emerging as another puppet.
He reaches down and collects Reiner off the spine, Jean tries to help, but Bertholdt then crushes Reiner. And for the first time since he revealed the truth about Marco you feel bad for Reiner.
And to make matters worse, Bertholdt pulls back and then swings his arm out and hurls Reiner down to hit the ground so hard that a powerful wave gets shot out. You know nothing can block you from it, so you quickly land on top of one of the bones and stab your blades in for support, and duck your head.
However, no matter how hard your blades were stabbed inside the cavity, no matter how small you try to ball yourself up, the power of the wave causes you to lose balance and you get thrown back hard enough that you hit the back of your head and roll to the edge of the bone.
You try to quickly recover, but you can just blink and watch the blurry sky until it feels like you’re underground again watching the sky from under the gap in the ground.
“Levi, when are we going to go above ground?”
You remember asking.
“Soon,” he mutters simply.
Now all you want is to go home. To that house again. To that time when everyone was still alive.
But if you go back there, what happens to them? Jean, Mikasa, Connie, and Armin? What then?
You want to be with them. You want to feel the sun on your skin. You want to know happiness again. You want a home above ground. You want to go back to that tree by that river stream. You want that home and you can’t get that home unless you get up.
Get up!
The sky clears again, and a headache grows and feels like it’s thumping on the back of your head, but you ignore it and stab your grapple on the edge of the bone to let yourself roll off the edge, and slowly begin to descend to search for your family.
The cloud of smoke and dust is thick, but as you adjust to what’s around you, besides Titans, you see Connie holding Levi, and…Jean hanging from one of his grapples while he holds onto Reiner. Connie can handle Levi because it seems like Mikasa is distracting the Titans, so you quickly maneuver over there.
Jean is the first to notice you, and when you descend towards him, Reiner finally notices you.
“Take my hand, Jean,” you tell him. “I can…” you pause and glance down at Reiner, and hesitate. “I can pull us all up.”
Jean shakes his head. “You’ll tear your stitches, and your gear—”
“No,” you cut him off. “I can do it, just grab my hand.” You reach over, and he refuses again.
“Grab Reiner’s first, I’ll trust him to hold onto me.”
Your eyes widen, and he shoots you a pointed look. “Do it, please.” He insists.
You let out a deep sigh before you descend further down. Once you’re at Reiner’s level you don’t hesitate to offer him your hand.
Reiner however hesitates.
“Take it,” you insist. “Or I’ll take it for you.”
Reiner scoffs softly and reaches over to grab your hand. Once his hold is secure, Jean lets go and he falls, making you quickly press your trigger to ascend.
“You know,” you exclaim so they can hear you. “There must be a joke here somewhere.” You huff out and just as you get close to the top, you snap your eyes down and see a familiar Titan flying over.
“Isn’t that Falco?!” You point out.
Both guys look down and Jean nods, “that is and people are on there too!”
You sigh with relief, and as you watch them get closer you’re surprised to see Annie with Gabi.
“Hey!” Annie shouts. “Get on!”
When Falco is below you, you, Reiner, and Jean let go and fall on Falco’s back. No one says anything yet, instead you watch as they collect Connie, and Levi bleeding from his mouth and leg.
“What happened?!” You ask Connie as you crawl over and try to cradle Levi, but he pushes your hand away.
“My leg is just broken,” he says.
You snap your eyes up and see the bloody mess that adds to his already new injuries.
“Mikasa!” Annie shouts, making you look up and see Falco approaching Mikasa right in the middle. “You’re kinda in the way! Grab on.”
When you’re under Mikasa, she falls on and grabs on, making you carefully crawl to her. “Are you okay?”
Her grey eyes shift to you and she nods. “Yes, you?”
You hum in agreement even if your head hurts, and see her begin to doubt you, but you look away as Falco maneuvers past Titans trying to attack him before he gets out into the blue sky.
Now to focus on Annie being here and having a hand in saving all of you.
“Listen,” she quickly says as she knows the questions that are coming. “I didn’t think he’d really be able to fly, either. But he actually did it, so what choice did I have but to come? Still, I’m glad I did.”
“Gabi, why did you come here too?” Reiner asks what you had been wondering.
“Because you left us behind, Reiner!” She rebuttals. “I can fight too, you know!”
“Annie!” Reiner exclaims.
“The Azumabito ship sank,” she says, making your eyebrows furrow with worry only because of Mikasa—“It couldn’t withstand Falco’s Titan transformation. Even though we had no definite proof he could fly, Kiyomi agreed to try it.”
“So we have to repay her faith by stopping the rumbling!” Gabi adds for Annie.
“Gabi,” Reiner mutters.
“So where’s Arm—I mean, Pieck?” Annie asks.
Why did she cut herself off like that?
“Armin was captured, and his life is in danger,” Mikasa explains. “The Titan that took him should be back by the tailbone. Annie, we need your help.”
“Your childhood friends are always getting captured, aren't they?”
Well, she was one of the reasons why one of them was one time…
“We’ll get him back. Count on it.”
“What about Pieck?” Gabi asks what Annie failed to ask for again.
“She’s by the skull,” you inform her. “She tried to blow up the nape, but the war hammer Titan was blocking her. And the other titans blocked me from reaching her.”
“Blow it up?” Gabi exclaims.
You nod.
“We’ll launch simultaneous operations,” Levi struggles to say, making you reach over for him to help him, but he swats your hand away.
“Captain!” Connie shouts with concern.
“One group rescues Armin,” Levi continues to say. “We need the Colossal explosion. The other group goes after Eren and attacks the nape. We’ll split into two teams and strike simultaneously. We no longer have the luxury of worrying about Eren. No, we never had it to begin with.”
“Captain,” Mikasa mutters in disbelief. “But—”
“But what?” Connie cuts her off. “Falco being able to fly was a miracle. Without that, we’d already be dead!”
He’s right.
He’s right…yet why are you starting to feel hesitation?
You promised, didn't you? You said you’d see that promise through, so why? Why is it creeping in now out of all times?
“Yeah, and never have accomplished anything,” Jean adds a lot calmer than Connie did.
“Jean,” Mikasa calls out too as she can’t believe that everyone is teaming up to do this impossible task.
“I had a lot list of shit to tell that idiot off about…fuck!” Levi hisses.
You look down and that hesitation becomes stronger to the point that tears well in your eyes.
“I don’t wanna give up on Eren, either!” Connie says. “But the captain can’t fight anymore because of me, and even if he could, we’re up against the Founding Titan! How can we win if we’re still holding back?” He cries, making you begin to feel your breaths get hard as you doubt this task.
But why now, at this moment when so many people you love rely on you? Why?
Why does it have to be Eren? You can’t do it, you can’t go along with killing him. No matter what he’s done.
Please anything else but that…
Why can’t you just go home? Why can’t you be underground with them?
You just want to hide in the dark again until it all passes. You can’t—
“Y/N.”
Eren. Again.
You open your eyes you hadn’t realized you closed and see him standing across from you.
“I can’t do it,” you cry immediately. “Why do you burden me with this? Why?”
Eren’s eyes fall and he shrugs. “Because I trust you. I always have.”
You get up to your feet and narrow your gaze to argue, to yell at him, to beg him to stop. You storm over to push him, to punch him again, but instead, when you reach him you throw your arms around him and continue to cry.
Eren stands there stiffly for a moment but he slowly wraps his arms around you, letting you press him against you tightly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry it has to be you. I’m sorry I keep bringing you here. I’m sorry that if it goes wrong it has to rely on you.”
You hold onto him tighter and shake your head. “You can still stay. You can stay. Please…”
“Y/N…”
You pull back and face him with a pleading look, and he sighs before his lips tug to smile.
You look at him like he’s crazy and part your lips to argue, but before you can, suddenly the starry sky begins to turn bright and light blue, and big fluffy clouds replace the stars. Beneath your feet, the sand turns to green grass and where there was only just Eren and you talking, now multiple voices sound behind you. You hear laughter and murmuring. You hear happiness.
When you turn to see what suddenly appeared behind you, you see your comrades, some long gone, and others who recently left. You see the family that you grew up with in a place you once dreamed of like kids dreamt of sweets and toys or the impossible.
You see Miche, Nanaba, and Moblit sitting around a picnic table under the sun, chatting with other comrades. But most importantly you see Hange and Erwin.
“Cherry-girl!” Hange greets excitedly.
You grin and feel more tears stream down your cheeks before you break away from your spot and run over to throw your arms around both Erwin and Hange.
“Hello little bird,” you hear Erwin greet you with a name you haven’t heard in years, so you hug them tighter and stay in their arms for a lingering moment before you step back and face them with a beaming grin.
You want to say so many things, so many good things, but you can’t utter a word, you can just stare with awe until suddenly people surround you and Miche pets your head.
“You’ve grown.”
“Careful or you’ll mess up her hair with your dirty hands,” Nanaba retorts for you.
“I’ve grown or you’ve shrunk living here,” you tease Miche shakily.
Miche chuckles and shakes his head. “Nope, definitely not.”
You laugh softly as you take another look at all their faces, and you feel your doubt is resolved.
What you’re doing, that final step even if it’s not done by you is for them too. For the hearts they sacrificed. This burden Eren has thrown upon you, the secrets he’s making you keep is not just for everyone else, but the people before you. These people you love.
You knew that. You told yourself that before, but it didn’t carry a deeper meaning until now as you stand in the middle of them, and as you hear the others enjoying themselves.
You have to do this for them. Hence you look at them one more time before you interject. “I’ll give my heart even if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll make you all proud.”
Erwin nods. “You already have, y/n,” he says proudly. “All we want from you is to continue on living. Can you do that?”
You nod softly. “I can,” you whimper. “I can.”
A faint smile tugs on Erwin’s lips and before you know it everything vanishes, and the stars and the sand stand proud once more.
“Eren,” you mutter and turn around to face him again with a soft and happy look.
Said man offers you a smile and nods. “I know,” he says. “Goodbye again and for the last time, Y/N Ackerman.”
“Goodbye, Eren Jaeger,” you mirror one last time before you’re returned to reality again without that joy, and with sorrow taking its place, while determination stands proud.
“Mikasa,” you interject as you remember what had been going on. “We have to kill Eren.” You meet her horrified gaze and you frown with pity and grief, but don’t look away so she can understand you’re being serious.”
“Mikasa,” Annie calls out, but to no avail. “Mikasa. Mikasa!” She shouts a third time and grabs her shoulder to pull her back and face her. “You just concentrate on rescuing Armin.”
You drop your gaze and just prepare your gear to drop with the people that will blow the nape.
“You don’t have to think about anything else,” Annie adds softer.
“Okay,” she whispers breathlessly.
“I’ll drop on Eren and blow his nape,” you inform the group. “Who else is coming?”
Mikasa looks at you a bit bewildered, but you ignore it for now.
“I will,” Reiner and Jean volunteer at the same time, making you scoff with amusement and look away before you simply nod and watch as Falco flies over a canyon top where people reside.
And the moment you fly past multiple rounds of gunshot goes off. “People are still trying to kill each other?!” You retort.
“Falco!” Reiner exclaims, causing you to drift your attention to him. “Watch out for projectiles!”
You follow his line of gaze and see multiple War Hammer Titans lined up and drawing back their arrows before they all shoot at Falco at the same time so they can bring him down.
Luckily though, he swerves each one. Which doesn’t come easy for you since you have to hold on as tight as you can while he spins, drifts, and dives to avoid being hit by giant arrows.
Nonetheless, when Falco dives directly towards a War Hammer, you crouch and get ready to jump.
You wait and wait until Falco is close enough that Reiner jumps off his back and transforms as he goes down, whilst Jean and you proceed to jump off and dive down after Reiner.
When the Armored Titan lands, Jean drifts away to hide, while you land on Reiner’s shoulder and face the War Hammer Titans that descend to meet you both.
You don’t focus on anything else, you can’t let yourself focus on anything else or else you’ll drift and probably fail. So you unsheath your blades and bend your knees slightly.
No one attacks at first, they wait, but just as one of the Titans thinks they have the upper hand, you shift around and shoot a grapple at its throat before you shoot towards it. The Titan then lunges and tries to stab Reiner, but Reiner captures its arm, letting you swing around the Titan and cut deep through its nape.
This seems to trigger the other Titans so just as Reiner moves forward to tackle one, you move back and fly around like a flash of lightning and cut through their napes. You actually work well with Reiner, not missing a beat or letting a Titan slip past you. It’s honestly exhilarating, all this speed, the wind, and the relief of seeing the Titans disappear.
But you have to remind yourself of a job you have to do so when you see that Reiner can handle himself and the Titans are busy with him, you finally give a signal. “Now, Jean!”
“You’ll be okay?!” You double-check on Reiner only because it benefits you and your family.
Reiner offers you a stiff nod, letting you follow after Jean.
However, just before you can reach Eren’s nape, Jaw Titans appear out of the smoke, and there’s one you’re familiar with.
“Of course, there’d be even more Titans thrown at us!” Jean complains.
“Wouldn’t be a battle if it wasn’t,” you retort playfully, making Jean glance at you and meet your gaze for a lingering moment before Jaw and you target each other at the same time.
“Long time no see, friend!” You taunt Jaw.
Jaw quickly and without hesitation tries to slash you, but you quickly swerve.
However, the moment you do the another jaw you don’t fail to notice tries to tackle you, but you go low and swing right under them. When you swoop back up you pull one arm back and hurl a thunder spear in between them as they’re turning away to try and find you.
The first explosion goes off and they’re thrown to the side as their faces are shredded to pieces, and the one with dark hair loses an arm. Yet they don’t seem to die, so you fly towards them. The jaw titans notice, and the jaw with lighter hair is the least damaged so it comes at you at a quick speed.
You don’t fall through, when you get close, just as it jumps up to try and get you, you spin swiftly and use your blades to slice through the nape and then run it off the bone's surface.
“Nice rematch,” you mutter and land on a bone to catch your breath and try to ignore all the pain just for a second.
You try to catch your breath for a second and hear multiple distant explosions of Titans transforming before a large shadow casts over you.
You look back to see if it was another one of those Jaw twin titans, but you gasp as you recognize Ymir’s Titan.
It’s been so long since you’ve seen her Titan, but it was unique and especially ugly, so it’s not hard to identify. Albeit you have to remind yourself that it’s not her, it’s just a puppet of her Titan.
Plus even if it was her…you still wouldn’t hesitate. You don’t, so you quickly move out of the way and attempt to cut her through her nape, but when you turn to face her, she’s gone.
“Where did you go?” You ask yourself and look back, and just see Pieck transforming. She got out of her predicament and keeps transforming, and Jean?
He hasn’t exploded the nape. Hm.
You should go to him. Help him. Yet where’s Ymir?
You turn and just as you’re about to turn your head; you actually tilt it up and see her coming down at you from above. You try to quickly counter but she manages to tackle you down and tumble on the bones surface
And with all the metal you’re carrying it’s like getting everything embedded in you when you hit the ground.
Luckily though the impact makes Ymir unbalanced so you can slip away.
Rather than turning around to finish this pointless fight against Ymir, you try to find Jean, but you find Pieck first falling towards another Titan trying to capture her. So knowing her life is worth more, knowing that it’s something you must consider, you change directions and manage to capture her.
“I can still fight once my arm heals!” She interjects.
You nod. “I trust that you can,” you assure her. “But you’ve reached your limit! We need to retreat to Reiner’s position!”
However, when you lay your eyes on him he’s on the ground with half his Titan face broken, and a war harmer Titan raising its weapon to get ready to strike him.
“Reiner!” You hear Jean’s voice.
You try to peer back and as soon as you do you see two titans once again trying to attack you.
Yet just before you can get hit, suddenly other Titans tackle those two after you. When you land on a bone's surface you look back and see that the Jaw Titans just helped you.
“What?” You gasp and let go of Pieck.
Jean lands beside you and you have to assure yourself that you saw those same Titans that just tried to kill you, save you too. “Are you seeing this?”
Jean nods as his jaw drops in shock. “Yes.”
“Porco,” you hear Pieck whisper shakily. “Marcel.”
They’re helping you now? How?
You look around and catch that Bertholdt's Titan is now knocking different Titans off Mikasa, Connie, and Annie’s path. You then notice that Ymir’s Titan has also begun to help instead of trying to kill you. So this means you can get to Armin easier now too.
However, everything seems to fall into place, everyone takes advantage of this moment like you’ve trained to do, and as soon as a bullet knocks the Titan that holds Armin down, Mikasa slides open its jaw and it lets go of Armin in midair.
“Armin!” You yell out and get ready to bolt over to catch him since he seems unconscious, but just as your grapples hit the bones in the distance, his body jerks up, and he gets impaled by the Titan's long tongue.
“Armin!” You cry out wanting to go over there, but he impresses you by using his thunder spear and exploding it.
Alas, the Titan still somehow has the strength to try and pull him back, but you fly over there and cut its tongue in half and it lets Armin go.
“Annie!” You yell out as Armin falls down.
Said girl catches him and you swiftly land back on the bones surface to watch what’s happening around you with disbelief
“I’m sorry everyone,” you manage to hear Armin say from Annie’s palm. “But I’m fine now—”
“Annie behind you!”
You look to the side and see more Titans coming at Annie, but in the blink of an eye, more Titans come to your rescue and take out the Titans before Mikasa and Connie can, letting them fly over and land next to you.
“How did this happen?” You ask out loud and only watch as the body of old Titan users help you out so you can save your energy.
“It’s all thanks to Zeke,” Armin answers you.
“To Zeke?” Mikasa questions in shock.
“He awakened our comrades in the paths,” Armin says. “Where there’s no life or death. All Eldians are connected via the Paths. That’s because, most likely, the Founder Ymir is seeking connection. She’s searching for something from us.”
You scrunch your nose and knit your eyebrows together. “That’s creepy,” you mumble and sit down to rub the back of your throbbing head. This is when you notice that the sound of booming footsteps below suddenly go silent, all that you hear is the battles happening around you, and Eren's Titan crawling forward. Thus you move towards the edge and look down and see the wall Titans stopped moving, and the rumbling stopped. So Zeke is dead…
Yet the other titans haven’t stopped moving, and Eren’s nape still needs to get blown up, so you push yourself up and shoot yourself towards Eren's nape, you notice Jean do the same, and since you’re faster you help clear his path of any Titans.
“Go, Jean, I’ve got your back!”
Said man holds your gaze before he continues to zip forward. You follow just below him and take out the Titans that try to stop him with Pieck’s help. And before long he makes it to the nape and you stay behind and watch on top of Pieck in a ready stance.
“You damned suicidal dumbass!” Jean cries out before he presses the trigger, and causes the explosions to go off with loud and destructive booms that knock Eren’s head off and make something long, glowing, and translucent thing come out of him.
“What the hell is that?” You ask as you shield your eyes.
“Who the hell knows!” Pieck yells out.
The long, glowing, and clear thing quickly floats back to him at a quick speed to try and attach itself back to him, or so you’re guessing since it looks desperate.
“It wants to attach itself back to Eren,” you point out and grab a clutch of the Carts' hair. “We have to—”
However, before you can finish what you have to say, Reiner throws himself on it and tries to hold it back as best as he can.
“Reiner!” You hear Jean’s voice in the distance.
You can’t get to care for Reiner, but without him, you have to admit all this would be a little harder.
“Jean, Y/N, Pieck!” Connie shouts. “We’re getting out of here! Armin’s gonna blow all this up!”
“Wait!” Jean yells out as you watch Pieck get out of her Titan while you wait for her so you can help her over to Falco and the others. “Reiner is still down there!”
“The Armored Titan should be able to withstand the Colossal's explosion,” Pieck assures Jean. “Regardless, to pass up this chance would be to trample on Reiner’s resolve.”
You spare Reiner one last glance before you wrap your arm around Pieck and pull her out of her Titan to head to Falco’s back. Jean is hesitant but he follows close behind and lands behind you on Falco.
“Is everyone here?” You ask and double-check that Levi, Connie, Mikasa, Jean, Gabi, and Annie are here.
“Yes,” Mikasa says. “We’re all here!”
You hum and focus on Levi and his broken leg. “Are you—”
“I’m fine,” he cuts you off. “You?”
You nod stiffly. “For now,” you mutter and then look back as the sound of Armin’s explosion hits your ears and overwhelms you before the force of such a powerful thing knocks Falco directly towards the canyon where everyone is.
Can you say that it’s an easy path from there? No.
Everyone is still hurt, and it’s too quiet past this canyon. Plus why would Eren try and convince you to kill him if no one else could? This was too easy. It’s not over.
“Look!” Jean points out. “The bones….does that mean…Eren’s dead?”
You don’t want to sound like the bearer of bad news, so you stay quiet and just move over to help Levi by putting his arm around your shoulder and help him off Falco’s back.
Everyone else gets down and those from Marley reunite with their families, leaving you and your family to watch with disbelief and sorrow over what’s happened.
“I can’t say I don’t have regrets,” Connie says. “What we did was right, wasn’t it? We did stop the rumbling.”
You sigh and tighten your hold around Levi’s hand before you try to assure Connie's doubt. “We did. I can’t say these people would’ve done the same for us, but this is what we have fought for. We…are meant to be here, at this moment. We’re doing the right thing.”
“Armin?” Mikasa interjects.
You look ahead and see his Titan trying to get up.
“Do you see Reiner?” Connie asks.
You walk closer to the edge with Levi still clinging onto you and catch Reiner’s Armored Titan pushing himself out of rubble.
“He’s okay!” Connie shouts.
You can’t help but smile softly until Connie cuts in. “Hey look over there!”
You follow his line of gaze and see that stupid ugly worm trying to crawl down the canyon.
“It’s still alive, even after taking that blast?!”
You groan softly.
“What on earth is it?” Jean asks what you’re wondering.
“Beats me,” Levi says hoarsely. “But I do know we can’t let it live.”
You swallow back nervously and before you know it another explosion goes and you’re proven right that this was too easy, Eren’s new Colossal Titan grows.
“Well,” Jean mutters. “That figures. I didn’t think that’d be enough to kill you.”
“Yeah,” Connie says back. “But what do we do?”
“Kill him,” you remind them. “We have to kill him.”
This is what he wants.
“This is bad!” Gabi points out the obvious. “If the glowing thing and Eren come into contact, the rumbling might start again!”
“Yeah,” you agree. “We gotta kill it.”
“How’re we gonna kill something that survived a blast like that?” Levi asks before he says the obvious. “The one we should target is Eren. You’ve caught on, right?”
“This nightmare won’t end until we take him down,” you finish for him and let out a deep breath as your eyes fill with tears.
But this is it, this is what he wants. This is the end.
You let out a shaky breath and just as you try to get them to get ready and head out, thick smoke begins to filter the air.
“This vapor is coming from the glowing thing,” Gabi says. “Did it die?”
“No,” Connie interjects. “It doesn’t smell like when Titans die.” He then gasps and goes quieter. “Could it be…what if it’s like the stuff that was used on Ragako Village?”
You gasp and feel as if your heart stops because you know what it means for people like Jean and Connie. They…no…
“What?” Mikasa gasps.
“Y/N, Mikasa! Pieck!” Levi exclaims. “Get on Falco! We’re getting out here!”
You know what you have to do, you agreed to do the right thing. You made promises, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t prevent your heart from breaking as you realize that this can bring an end to the man you love.
“Huh?” Pieck wonders out loud. “What are you talking about?”
Levi slips away from you and with sudden adrenaline, he begins to get ready to set off.
“Ackerman’s and Titan wielders are immune, remember?”
You turn to face Jean, and he slowly looks at you with tears in his eyes.
“Jean,” you whisper before you close the gap with a rough kiss. “I love you,” you mewl between his lips.
Jean cups your cheeks and leaves a lingering kiss on your lips before he whispers. “I love you too. I love you.”
“Y/n!” Levi bellows.
You pull back and look into Jean's light brown eyes one more time, you hold his gaze for a lingering moment before Mikasa grabs your arm and pulls you with her towards Falco after he transforms.
It’s good that she does, you would’ve stayed there for a moment longer. You would leave, but it’d hurt even more. So it’s a good thing she pulled you on Falco’s Titan because you made a promise. This is that moment to see it through.
“No!” Pieck cries out. “Dad!”
You keep your gaze down and off Jean to avoid feeling your soul die. You blink and look ahead with a narrowed and determined look. You ignore the sound of them transforming and grip onto the Thunderspear Levi hands you.
You made a promise.
“Cherry and I will knock Eren’s teeth out and Mikasa you have to give the finishing blow,” Levi gives a harsh truth. “And if she doesn’t see that through, Y/N you have to do it.”
You nod stiffly and secure the Thunder spear on your arm.
Pieck jumps down and transforms before landing on that weird worm thing to help Reiner. You proceed to stand up and with tears in your eyes, you focus on Eren.
Mikasa cries out all of a sudden and before you can ask what’s wrong, Levi cuts in harshly. “Mikasa, get it together! We’re the only ones who can kill Eren now!”
Mikasa grips onto her head and Levi keeps yelling at her, you wipe the tears off your face and mentally prepare yourself. You draw in one deep breath and as you exhale Mikasa exclaims with a new sense of determination.
“Everyone help me get there!”
That’s what Levi said, but it’s better that she’s deciding that for herself now. So with sorrow, and with fiery determination, you jump off Falco.
Between Eren and Armin’s blows, Eren breaks the top of some canyon and has the debris get in the way, but you skillfully maneuver through it. And when that moment comes as you get near to Eren, both Levi and you shoot your Thunderspears at Eren’s mouth and make a gap in his mouth, leaving room for Mikasa to go in.
You let her see this final blow through, this finishing blow that brings the end and completes your promise to Eren.
——
She did it.
You did it. You all finally did it. There’s no more trembling ground, there’s no more Titan left standing. The people, and your family who were turned to Titans have turned back to their human selves. It’s over. It’s really over.
But you can’t believe it, you’re relieved and happy that what you’ve fought for, what so many of your friends and comrades fought for has meaning, but after dealing with this chaos for so long it’s hard to stomach that all the suffering is over.
You don’t have to keep fighting, you don’t have to keep fearing that one of the people you love and care about will get eaten by a Titan ever again. You don’t have to worry about walls, or if today will be your last day because of the ravenous Titan. You can breathe…
Breathe…
You take in a deep breath when you make it to the top of that canyon with a beating heart, but you can’t register anything. Actually, everything around you blurs, it’s like you're numb with your disbelief.
You walk until your legs can’t carry you and you fall on your back.
Smoke from this battle still lingers and clouds the view of the sky, but as it drifts away and you can finally see the blue sky above you, that realization that this war is over finally hits you and you can’t help but laugh as you cry.
It’s over. It’s finally over!
You can fall asleep without the fear that you’ll get somehow eaten by a titan, you can live out by the ocean and live without fear that all you’ve built will get crushed by a Titan. You can live for every single soldier who gave their heart for this exact moment.
You did it….it’s over.
“It’s finally over,” you whisper and drag your hand out to reach for the hand of your most cherished friend who’s long gone.
You expect to feel nothing, but when you clasp your hand you feel yourself grab something that’s not dirt or rocks. You clasp your hand and you feel something soft and smooth. It’s not warm, it’s fragile and it feels like smoke, but it also returns that gentle hand embrace. Smoke can’t do that, so you quickly snap your head to the side, and much to your surprise you meet that warm gaze of that cherished friend.
“Marco,” you gasp.
His cheeks are littered with freckles, and his eyes are that same warm brown you knew and found joy in. He’s there, next to you holding your hand.
“Marco,” you cry.
He offers you that goofy smile you missed and more tears stream down your cheeks.
“It’s over,” you whisper. “Marco.”
But he’s not alone, slowly two more people appear on the ground beside him; Furlan and Isabel.
They’re here too. With you. This is their goodbye and their gratitude. This is their support and comfort. This is them.
“It’s over,” you repeat shakily. “We did it. Isn’t it beautiful?” You ask softly and look up to admire the sky.
And the moment you take your eyes away from those you loved, that hand you held is gone, and all of them along with it. But you’re content now knowing that they know that they died for something, for a better tomorrow. You’re happy knowing that they’re with you everywhere you go.
There’s something else you have to do now though. Thus you get up from the ground and begin to search through the crowd of happy and relieved people.
You drag your exhausted body in search of only one person. You saw him get on this canyon so you know he’s here, injured but here. So you search and search frantically.
“Levi?!” You call out. “Levi?!”
You maneuver past a crying group and search between people, and search low.
“Levi—“
“Cherry,” someone calls back, causing you to spin around and find Levi sitting against a rock.
“Levi,” you muse and don’t hesitate to run over to him.
When you reach him you get on your knees and you both immediately throw your arms around each other.
“Levi,” you cry with joy. “We did it. We made them proud.”
“Yeah,” he whispers softly. “We did.”
You smile and snuggle your head against the crook of his neck.
“I love you,” you whisper.
Levi caresses the back of your neck before he catches you by surprise by pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
“I love you too,” he says. “My Cherry.”
You can’t help the tears that flow down your cheeks and dampen his neck.
However, now that you sit here in his arms, not that it’s over you can’t help but think…what now?
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Epilogue
☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world
☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, romance, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse, smoking and alcohol abuse mentions, domestic violence, light assault, eventual smut
☾ Author's note ➼ Heeeeyy I'm back. If you haven't had an eye on my masterlist for Unspoken Words, you might have missed that I've been working on an epilogue. SURPRISE. If you have, then here it is lol. I am OFFICIALLY done with UW and I'm so sad about it. ALSO for some reason my tumblr app hates me and any time I italicize a line, it italicizes the entire paragraph and I have no idea why. As always, the sign language lines are marked with ' and speaking lines marked with ".
Thank you to anyone who has taken time out of their lives to read my "little" story. I enjoyed writing about this little world and I could not be happier to know that most of you liked reading it. I appreciate you more than you know. Can you believe this is around 100k words? Crazy. Anyways, I'm gonna go write some more, I'll see ya around! <3
☾ Word Count ➼ ~4k
Reddish-orange leaves dance in a unique ballet number past the window you were currently staring out of. You can't keep your fingers from picking at the sleeves of your wool sweater as you wait for your speech therapist to come and get you from the semi-quiet lobby. The only noises you hear comes from the reception desk and the TV mounted opposite of the couch you were waiting on. The weather channel calls for a beautiful weekend with warmer than usual temperatures – which is good considering Halloween is tomorrow.
A side door leading to the back offices opens up, and your name is called from a stout brunette woman with large rimmed glasses and a kind smile. She holds it open as she beckons you forward, and you don't hesitate to smile back as you pick up your bag and make your way through the door and down the familiar hall on her heels.
You’ve been seeing Dr. Boreal for about almost two years now. You started speech therapy shortly after starting trauma therapy – something they had recommended. You weren't quick to decline the suggestion, but you'd be lying if you said you had ever thought about taking back your speech. Some time in your youth, you just assumed it was gone forever. That it was something that couldn't be fixed.
According to Dr. Foust, your trauma therapist, the speech block was mental. Therefore, it was something that could be explored and possibly broken through.
When he had said that, you had newfound hope and suddenly a silent goal to work towards.
It's like clockwork the way you stepped into Dr. Boreal's navy blue office, stepping over to the right and onto the plush cream colored couch meant just for patients. On the walls of her office sits multiple picture frames and motivational posters, all with smiles and bright colors. Her dark curtains sit parted, letting in the afternoon autumn sun that hits the wall next to you. You watch as she grabs the folder with your name on it before sitting in her large red chair and smiling over to you.
“So, how have you been? How was your trip with Levi?”
‘I’m doing well. And It was lovely! You were right, too. The road to Trost is gorgeous this time of year and the trees! So pretty.’ You think back at the little vacation Levi took you on just a week ago. He had taken the scenic route to the little town that you and he had rented a cabin in.
The leaves were at the end of their life and littered the ground wherever you went, crunching underneath your boots. Between the intimate moments and crisp atmosphere, it really was a magical time. Levi practically had to drag you back home.
On the way out, Levi found this adorable tea shop. It's not easy finding a place that made tea as well as he did, and of course he didn't say anything, but you could tell how much he enjoyed it. You won't soon forget the content on his normally stoic face. That reminds you of the little package snuggled in your purse so you reach down into it to pull out a small, rectangular tin.
‘I got this for you.’ You beam at her as you hand it over gently.
“Cranberry autumn tea?” She inspects the wording on the metal, hazel eyes glittering gold in the sunlight that reflects off the container. Her eyes shift to you as a grateful smile lights up her weathered face. “Oh you sweet thing, thank you so much. But you shouldn't have.”
‘As thanks for dealing with me.’ You laugh softly, leaning back into the plush couch.
“You know it's no problem. Even if I wasn't paid, I'd still enjoy your company.” She waves dismissively after setting her gift down on the table in front of her. “So, let's see where we left off last time.”
You pick at the edges of your sleeves once again as you watch her find the right place in her notes. Dr. Boreal is one of the kindest people you've had the pleasure of being around. Though she was being paid to help you, she always did so much more. She was patient with you when you struggled to get past certain goals, and when your voice hurt after a grueling session she would bring you herbal tea with honey to smooth the pain. Levi joked that you liked her tea more than his to which you always rolled your eyes at.
“Well you have made outstanding progress. Of course, there is still plenty we still need to work on. But you're doing well.” She looks down at her papers as she talks, the scratch of her pen fills the silence after she finishes. She looks back up to you. “Have you shown anyone your progress yet?”
Those around you are aware of your long journey through therapy. They even celebrated with you after one year - Hange's idea of course. Your sister couldn't hold it in when you had told them of the progress you've made and the goals you were looking forward to completing in the oncoming sessions.
What they didn't know was that you were even in speech therapy, and how far in your speech recovery you were. Keeping it secret from Levi was getting harder with every passing week.
‘No, but I plan to soon, I promise.’ You pinch your lips together in a grimace. This has been a threat for the last 6 months but truthfully, you've been too scared to tell anyone. No, not scared. Nervous.
“Well, you know my stance on that. I’m sure they're going to be ecstatic, when you're ready to do so.” Dr. Boreal sets out a recorder to let you hear your voice the way she does, a tool you both found the most helpful when it came to fixing the areas that needed the most work. “Enough of that though, are you ready to start?”
With a confident smile, you open your mouth to speak.
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A few hours later, you find yourself home and in the kitchen with your mind in another dimension. You’re currently plating up a vegetable tray on a tupperware platter as autumnal lofi weaves through the room from the speakers behind you. You’re so focused on arranging your sliced up miscellaneous veggies that you don't hear the metal key in the front door and the light footsteps of your boyfriend coming home for the evening.
“Hey.” Levi mutters from behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing – not without difficulty, of course. You jump at his sudden proximity causing you to drop the chosen dipping sauces in the middle of the platter, disturbing the once perfect arrangement.
There's a soft sigh from you, but you feel the giddiness at the expected company fluttering in your stomach. Even after a few years, he still gives you that effect. You twist in his arms to face him, and his gray eyes are downturned in concern.
“Are you okay? Was therapy too much today?” He lessens his grip on you so you can pull your hands up to sign.
Levi Ackerman’s raven hair is slicked back from him running his fingers through it, and the way that it stayed put and the sheen on the strands, you can tell it must be raining. You've been so fixated on making sure it looked good that you hadn't even noticed. His gaze stares into yours as he searches for what might be bothering you, so you give him a reassuring smile.
‘No, it was actually really good. She said I've made a lot of progress.’
“That's good. Did you come home late, or have you been working on this tray the whole time?” He glances over your shoulder at the vegetables now thrown about on the counter.
‘Yes and no. I decided to run by the farmers market for more options. But they didn't have anything we didn't already have.’ You explain, shrugging your shoulders.
The afternoon sun was so nice on your face that you would have been a fool to not take advantage of it - and it's a good thing you did. Your eyes slide to the water droplets that drip down on the outside of the living room windows.
“Hm. Well we need to leave for Hange's party soon and you're not dressed. Let me finish this for you and you go get ready.” He leans in to kiss your forehead before unraveling his arms and pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You only roll your eyes but make your way to the back as he asked.
Hange's Halloween Bash is something they have been planning for about a year. The moment the decorations went on sale last winter, she snatched up what she could. She said something about starting a new tradition for her friends turned family. Levi wasn't as excited about the prospect of such a social gathering but you were, and that was enough to get him to go.
Not only were you able to get him to go, you were also able to talk him into dressing up with you.
In front of the mirror, you finish tying up a black corset that wraps around your waist. It helps form-fit the blue long sleeve dress that drops down to your bare ankles with your pair of flats completing the look. You were almost ready – all that was left was the big blue bow that you pinned to the back of your head as best you could. You suppose for a makeshift Ariel, this would do just fine. You almost chuckle at the irony of the characters you suggested to Levi a month ago.
A girl who can't talk and a prince that loved her despite it.
You do a small twirl in the mirror to make sure everything looks right. You almost jump out of your skin at the sudden sight of the person standing in the doorway. Levi leans against the door frame, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk. His hands are in the pockets of his work clothes as he watches you intently, taking in the sight of you. With a hand over your heart, you give him a small frown.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” He doesn't sound sorry at all.
‘You are too quiet for your own good. One day you're going to scare me so bad that I'm going to punch you.’ You shake your head but smile anyways. You make your way to the closet to pull out Levi's costume for the night, making sure to grab the red waist sash that threatens to fall to the floor.
“You keep saying that.” He takes the hanger from you but not before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss. With a small laugh, you head out of the bedroom and down the hall back to the kitchen.
On your way there, you take a moment to glance at the framed photographs on the walls. Levi made sure to hang up the pictures he took from his apartment that he shared with Erwin as soon as you both moved in.
There was the one of him, Furlan, and Isabel as well as the one of him and Erwin on graduation day though Levi had persisted with Erwin to keep the latter. His blonde and blue eyed friend told him to take it as he had plenty more photos of the two he could hang up. That didn’t make Levi feel any better and it makes you wonder what photos Levi might be hiding from you.
Dispersed in between those are ones of you and Hange, and some with your shared circle of friends. The last one frames three photo strips next to each other. The first one is from your first Sakura Festival a few years ago where you sat on Levi's lap – both red faced and unaware of the extent of your affections for each other.
The other two are from the same photo booth, taken from the previous and current year. With each year, the smiles and looks of adoration grew. Both, luckily, were without the presence of your sister and Erwin. Surprisingly, it wasn't your idea to go back. As much as Levi did his best to hide his sentimental side, it was always present.
When you get to the kitchen counter, you see the platter rearranged and closed up with the matching plastic lid. It looks perfect, even better than when you took a crack at it. You also see two cups of tea on the counter, both with steam rising up and dancing in the kitchen lights before dissipating into the air.
With a grin, you reach over to grab what you can only assume is yours based on the light color of your tea then walk around the island to sit on the bar stool, leaning on the counter with the mug in both hands. After your first sip, you sigh happily. It was one of the new teas Levi had brought back from the trip because he couldn't get enough of it. Earthy with hints of floral notes, topped with a citrusy zing.
When you start to wonder if Levi was okay, your eyes catch movement in the hallway. You watch Levi struggle with his sash, the soft grumbling of his irritation coming from under his breath as he tugs on it. Sometimes you never realize how hard it is to do something with less than the normal amount of fingers until it's forced upon you. Of course, Levi was never one to ask for help even after all these years.
Without a second thought, you stand up and make your way over to him. He doesn't fight as you take the fabric from his fingers and tighten it from the back. Tucked into the sash is a white blouse, loose enough to billow in the evening breeze. Black pants and matching boots fit snug against his lower half. When you're done, you turn him to face you to inspect the whole ensemble. With his hair properly slicked back, he was the perfect Prince Eric.
‘You look rather dashing, you know that?’
“Tch.” He rolls his eyes at you, but there's not a trace of annoyance radiating off of him. As much as he hates it, he loves you and would do anything you asked – within reason.
‘Are you almost ready to go?’
“In a few, I didn't just brew this for nothing.” He makes his way to the counter to grab his mug and instead of sitting, he stands propped up against the counter like you were but with his phone in hand.
“Your sister wants to know if you want apple juice or apple cider.” He mutters, his gray eyes flicking up over to you as you make your way over to the seat you were just at to finish your own cup. “Both, right?”
‘How did you know?’ You laugh, but nod in agreement. You watch as his fingers type away, the clicking of the keys filling back empty space. There's barely any sunlight coming through the closed blinds signifying that nightfall was almost here. You just now noticed Levi had gone ahead and turned off everything for you while you were getting ready.
The gut feeling you felt last week is back. There was a moment when Levi drove through the rolling hills, the golden rays of sunset lighting up his face. A moment of peace that washed over you as his soft gaze flitted over to you in the passenger seat for only a second, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.
With a nervous sigh, you reach over and pull down his phone with one finger to get his attention. Instantly he looks at you with worry, his mouth downturned.
“Are you okay?”
‘I bet you love me.’
His eyebrows raise, a little surprised at your random question – at something so obvious that he worries even more that something is wrong.
“What’s this about?”
‘Humor me. I bet you love me.’
“You bet right.” He draws out, confusion lacing his tone.
‘You have to answer a question now. Since I was right.’
“What do you want to know that you don’t already?” His eyes roll at you again, but he sets his phone and mug down and leans over on his elbows to watch you intently.
‘It’s a simple but very important question, I promise.’
“Tch, okay. Hit me.”
Your eyes are suddenly fixated on the fridge to the right of you, the heat of his stare making you shy. For a split second, you almost chicken out. With your heart in your throat, you feel as if you're going to choke as your pulse quickens. Can you do this? Were you ready for this? You were quite tired after today, maybe it's best saved for another day. These thoughts race loudly in your head, but the moment you look back up to meet Levi's gaze, they cease to a quiet murmur.
No, you're ready. And you can do this.
With your fingers laced together, you rest your chin on them and continue to look up at Levi's perplexed expression. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you're finally able to find your voice.
“Will… you marry… me, Levi?” Your voice is scratchy despite the honey tea you drank after your session. It's rough, and to you it's far from pretty. But the change in expression on Levi's face is almost worth it as he stares at you dazed. It's almost funny to see the physical reaction of his brain comprehending what just happened, like a computer crashing and rebooting.
He's reaching over the counter suddenly and cupping your face in his calloused hands. He holds you there as his wide eyes bounce back and forth between yours. You fight back a laugh, your lips pinched together and quivering.
“Do that again. Say my name again.” The urgency in his voice is palpable.
“L…” You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to find your voice yet again. It's hard, but you try again anyway. “Levi.” It comes out brittle this time, leaving an uncomfortable pain in its wake.
“How did this happen?” His own voice sounds a little higher than before, and you have to bite back another laugh.
‘I've been working on it alongside my sessions with Foust.’ You've met your vocal quota for the day. Levi's hands stay cupped around your cheeks and he pulls you in until his soft lips touch yours again. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss him back, feeling the weight of your anxiety lift off your shoulders in an instant.
When he pulls away, his stare is conflicted and before you know it, he's released you and whips around the corner down the hallway. Dread inches its way into your chest where the anxiety was before as you realize he never answered your question. Did he need a moment? Did he even hear what you asked? The shock may have been too much. Your teeth bite into the inside of your cheek as you watch the dark hallway nervously.
A few seconds later, he emerges from the shadows with red creeping from his neck up into his face. He's flustered and holding something small in his hand. It takes you a moment to register what it was, and when you do, you jump to your feet to meet him halfway.
He doesn’t hesitate to open it to you though his fingers tremble ever so slightly. Inside are two golden rings, interlocked together. A small oval ruby sits surrounded by metal vines beset by smaller white diamonds in the shape of leaves. It's simple yet elegant. Your eyes snap up to his, no doubt as big as saucers.
Not only is this ring breathtaking, it's also groundbreaking to you. You've seen this ring box around since before you both had moved in together. It's been in the closet collecting dust, so of course you didn't think anything of it. He's had this ring for a long time, sitting right under your nose.
‘How long were you planning to propose?’
“For a while now. I just didn't know when would be a good time.” He carefully takes out the one with the red ruby and holds it up to you. The kitchen lights glimmer off the smooth surface reflecting red against his fingers. “I can't believe you beat me to it, though.” So he did hear you.
‘I wasn't planning to do it tonight, but I just had a feeling.’
“You never cease to amaze me, you know that?” He leans over to place the ring box onto the side table behind him, then turns to you. Then he does something you've only ever seen in movies – Levi gets down on one knee and the ring out to you.
“Um. I'm not good with things like this. But I just want you to know that I love you. And I've never been more prepared to spend my life with someone, if you'll have me. Will you marry me?” His eyes look away for a second before focusing back on you. Even though you had pretty much said yes when you asked first, he still seemed so nervous.
To see Levi in such a mess like this in front of you makes that laugh you held back burst forth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Speechless again, you reach your hand out to him and just like that, he slides the ring on your finger with ease.
“I- uh, borrowed one of your rings to get it resized.” He mutters as you stare at it curiously. “So, that's a yes right?” Even though you took the ring, you can still hear the anxiety in his voice.
‘Of course, dummy.’ You laugh again before pulling him up on his feet by his collar and into you for another kiss, this time deeper and full of the love that you have for this man. When you pull away, you can't help but stare at the metal hugging your ring finger.
“It was my mom’s, she insisted on me having it. I think she knew.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into him, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face. “I suppose we should call her tomorrow, yeah?”
You nod sharply, your smile hurting your cheeks, but you don't care. All you feel right now is the same peace you felt last week and excitement for the future ahead. You didn't want anyone else.
“Say it again?”
“Levi.” He leans in again, hand still on your face as he presses his lips against your once more. There have been many shared kisses since you both became official but this one felt different. You didn't have the words for it, but it was miles away from being bad.
Levi's phone vibrating loudly on the counter disturbs the comfortable silence and you can only sigh. You almost forgot that you had somewhere to be and are reminded by the caller ID flashing your sister's name. In Levi fashion, he ignores it but he does pull away to look at you with a grimace.
“So who’s telling them?”
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nah cause ian seen nb talk about plug!hange...
They went through a 'white boy carl' phase, and cornrowed their hair during middle school, never daring to say the n-word in fear of their mama bopping them in their mouth.
Plug!hange who had the best weed, it'll bring you up in like three puffs and have you feeling so fucking good you just have to come back for more.
Plug!hange who immediately took a liking to you as you strut up to them with your goddess braids, short skirt and low cut top.
Plug!hange who always spoils you not letting you pay them for the weed because you're 'their girl'.
Plug!hange who always checks out your outfit while licking their lips, telling you how pretty you look before folding your over the nearest surface so they can eat you out.
Plug!hange they're literally obsessed with you and would do anything you ask them to.
(my visual on plug!hange)
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Silly mummy
Pairing: Fem!Hange x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Romance, married life, modern AU, fluff, Hange being a mum, cute, silly, fluff.
Concept: Hange and you are proud mums of an adorable baby. One day your wife decides to have a little fun with your baby and have a pretend fight with her. You film it all as you laugh and giggle at how sweet your wife is and how adorable your daughter's squeals of laughter are.
Tagging my the super Hange simp @skittlelover69
You held your chunky daughter in your arms and patted her thigh as you rocked her. You smiled softly at her making her smile back. You leaned down and kissed her cheek over and over again causing her to squeal with laughter. You hummed a laugh and glanced up to the doorway to see Hange.
You frowned as Hange stood there as if she was ready to fight. "Hange? Darling?" You stared at the headband. "What...what's going on?"
Hange puffed her chest out. "I'm here to fight!"
You giggled. "All right. Fight who?"
She pointed at your baby. "Our baby! Fight me!"
You laughed hard. "Hange, what on Earth?"
She kicked and twisted before posing. "I am ready."
You lay your daughter down on her back and smiled as she gazed lovingly at her mummy Hange. "Your daughter loves you so much."
Hange grinned. "I love her too, but she is my enemy! I have hunted her down for years and now I can act out my evil revenge!"
You pulled your phone out and filmed her as you laughed. "Sure thing. So are you the villain?"
Hange nodded. "I am the villain! I am evil!" She leaned over your baby and held her little arms and got her to punch. "Oof, oof, oof, bang!"
You giggled. "Look at her go!"
Hange pretended to punch her daughter before lifting her up and twirling her as if she was an anime character punched. She carried her daughter to the top of the bed and placed her against the headboard as your daughter squealed with laughter.
Hange panted. "You are unstoppable!" She lay back and lifted her daughter up and used her little feet to fake-kick her. "Ah! Ugh! Oof!" She lifted her daughter up. "Oh no! Not the nappy smash!" She lowered her little girl down and sat her on her chest. "Noooo!"
You hummed a laugh. "That's a deadly move!"
Hange panted. "I have...one last...move!" She rolled over and lay her girl on her back and then started blowing raspberries on her belly. "Take that! And that!"
Your heart fluttered as your daughter squealed with laughter as your wife played with her. "That's a sly move Hange."
Hange took her girl's legs and moved them so her tiny feet hit her in the face. "Ah! Ah! Ugh!" She grabbed her daughter and brought her against her face and flopped back. "The nappy of doom!"
You snorted a laugh. "She does do nasty poops."
Hange sighed. "I am defeated."
Your girl sat up and patted Hange's face. "Ma, ma, ma, ma!"
You ended the recording and picked up your baby and sat her on your lap. "Well, looks like we have a new hero in this house."
Hange opened one eye. "You know, a kiss could help me, it could cure me."
You smirked. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She pouted. "Kiss?"
"Oh, I don't know..."
She whined at you. "Come on, please?"
You adjusted your daughter before leaning down and kissing your wife. You moaned as she licked your lip and pushed her tongue into your mouth. You both moaned as you kissed each other with love and passion. You felt your heart flutter in your chest at how much your wife loved you.
You pulled back and smiled. "Love you."
Hange blushed. "Love you too." She sat up and smiled at her little girl. "You know, I think I could defeat her next time."
You snorted a laugh. "Maybe, honey, maybe."
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Where I Can't Follow
DRAW (AND DRABBLE) THIS IN YOUR STYLE!!!(Original post here)
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This one's for you Giulia @giuliadrawsstuff. Huge congrats on your 1000 drawings and 700 Twitter followers! 🎉 Hope you enjoy it and that it captures the spirit of your art. (Notes at end).
Where I Can't Follow
Characters: Levi x Hange
Word Count: 1526 words
Along the gravel road skeletal trees strained their black, twisted arms heavenwards. The canopy of interwoven limbs threw most of the pathway into shadow, allowing only a slither of grey sky to peep through. An ethereal mist had wound its way around their gnarled trunks, bleeding the scene of what little colour it had. One bird called faintly to another, without answer. A weak breeze sighed amongst the uppermost branches. They reached out, towering and imperious, for nothing could stir them. Only the quiet murmur of the river broke the silence accompanied by the muffle of dead leaves underfoot.
Levi Ackerman walked, head bowed, hands hanging by his sides. His bare arms were almost blue in the pale dawn light. He had forgotten his coat. Levi hardly recognised the cold anymore.
He knew the way by instinct. Levi paid no attention to his feet as they took him past the dark stretch of water, curls of vapour drifting from its surface. To his right stood a bench of varnished wood and curved, black iron feet. It had not always stood there. Before, there had been a wooden bench until that summer when-
Levi came to a sudden stop; his lungs filled with frozen air.
-when Hange had kicked its legs to splinters in a blind fury. She had only calmed down when, turning around sharply, she had caught him watching her.
Levi continued without looking back. He passed the tree which the pair of them had climbed on a dare. He crossed the narrow bridge which crawled over the river. These were the murky depths which Hange had waded through, her pant legs rolled up to her calves. She had pressed her toes into silt and sharp stones just to pick up a slug which had been caught in the current. Levi had stood well back as the cursed mollusc had oozed foam into her glistening palm.
He turned away again and crossed the gentle slope towards the grassy mound. Once he, Hange, a whole group of them, had sat together passing around a flask of tea, coils of steam kissing the night air. Its taste, like the memory itself, had dimmed with the passing of time. Levi looked up at the bruised sky; its pallor was mottled with patches of purple. Dark, contorted treetops wound starkly against the dawn horizon. He and Hange had once huddled within that clump of trees, desperate for warmth. As cold as it had been, the pair of them had vowed to stay within the shelter of those strange woods all night rather than go home.
Levi wiped his face with his hand. “Shit… I can’t do this.”
His arm dropped to his side. Through the blackened branches and tendrils of mist someone was walking towards him. Her dark hair was pulled into a dishevelled top knot. Feebly, again, the wind’s breath rippled the sleeves of her purple hoodie. She paid the cold air no mind, but simply pushed her glasses a little higher upon her nose.
Horrified, Levi screwed his eyes shut and shook his head. It wasn’t possible. He stared into the gloom wildly expecting to see that, like the night itself, Hange had faded away. But there she was; real and solid and still approaching him.
“Is this… is this some sort of sick joke?” he stammered faintly.
“No joke.” She had come to a rest in front of him. Her large, dark eyes were framed by square glasses, just as she had always worn. He’d pictured these features countless times; her tanned skin and curved nose; her long face and square jaw. This was the face Levi had glimpsed in photographs; the face he’d willed to return in a form more tangible than mere memory.
“H-how the fuck are you here? Now…?”
Hange reached out and brushed her fist against the green material of his shirt.
“Wow, Levi! You should really bring a jacket when you go out in cold weather.” Hange held out her arms as though to demonstrate. “Even I brought a jumper with me, and I can’t feel anything at all anymore.”
“But…” Levi’s voice was hoarse. “How… are you speaking to me right now? How are you… here?”
“You did it.” Her tone was almost accusatory as regarded him, brow slightly furrowed. “I couldn’t come back before but you were able to bring me to this place.”
Levi gaped wordlessly.
“Your stories made me feel alive again.” Hange bowed her head so that a tuft of dark fringe fell into her eyes. “They’re what brought me back.”
“Must be losing my fucking mind…”
“Luckily that’s not the case!” Hange clapped a hand down upon Levi’s shoulder. “You, of-sound-mind, chose to come here remember? To the place we knew and loved. There are memories wherever you look.” She clutched him more tightly, and attempted to steer him to the left. Levi, who could not feel the weight of her hand, humoured her by taking a step as she moved.
“Tell me another story, Levi. What do you remember when you look over there?”
Levi followed the direction of her outstretched arm. He exhaled loudly through his nose.
“That’s where you found that stupid rock-”
“-it was a fragment of smoke quartz actually. I didn’t have any at the time.”
“Of course, who wouldn’t need a piece of gravel?” Levi retorted back at her.
“Quartz.”
“Whatever. You studied that thing like you’d never seen a hunk of stone before. I couldn’t even get you to look my way.”
“Really, Levi? You were jealous of a rock?”
Levi’s face broke into the first true smile he’d managed in months. Then as he glanced at Hange, standing close behind him, a curious thing happened. The pale contours of her features suddenly seemed sharper. There was colour freshly painted in her cheeks. Each of her features were defined; the contrast of her brightness was that bit more striking against the night’s canvas. And that voice; those words were so true to their owner. Levi could hear them upon the wind without having to chase down through tunnels of memory that which he had assumed had been lost forever.
“I told you.” Hange’s satisfied smile faltered. “Levi! What’s wrong?”
“It’s been so exhausting without you…” Levi stopped, clenched knuckles pressed to his mouth. He fought to compose himself, but when he spoke again his voice tore with grief. “Hange… please don’t leave me again. You can haunt me here or any damn place you like… just don’t go where I can’t follow you.”
Lovingly she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tight enough so he could almost feel her. Levi blinked, his eyes awash with tears. His head sank back against her collarbone.
“I told you… I can stay here as long as you keep telling stories about me.”
“...can’t.”
“Levi, please… for me.”
Levi heaved a shuddering breath. Forcing his voice to remain level, he spoke.
“Remember… that time at the airport? I thought for certain I’d miss you before your flight departed... but somehow I just made it in time.”
Hange’s head was leaning against his own. They stood, Levi’s back against Hange’s chest, gazing into the huddle of trees in the distance.
“Yeah, it’s embarrassing to think about now,” Levi continued huskily, “I didn’t mean to just blurt it out. It was a lot, springing something that heavy on you. Shouldn’t have done it where everyone could hear us, but… I’m glad I told you, all the same. At least it meant that you stayed.”
Hange inclined her head so that her voice was in his ear.
“Levi… you know that story isn’t true. I got on that plane.”
He closed his eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenched.
“I want to tell it that way,” he decided fiercely. “Because I should have been there. I should have told you not to go. Then maybe you wouldn’t be-”
There was a muffled sound, like a whisper of cloth, and Hange was standing in front of him. She took his face in her hands. There was something so certain, so loving in her expression that Levi’s frantic breaths began to slow. He gazed back at her as she wiped the moisture from his cheek with fingertips that he longed to feel. Levi willed it so, clinging to her forearm as though to ground her to him.
Hange’s thumb lightly traced his lip with a touch unearthly and imperceptible. “It doesn’t matter now. Doesn’t matter…”
Levi uttered another gasping sob.
“You can tell real stories… or make up stories about what should have been. The only thing that matters is your love, Levi. Your love will keep me alive for as long as you let yourself feel it.”
Levi blinked again. The trees, the park, her shadow were all a blur.
“Don’t bury your love away. Don’t lock it in a dark place. Don’t bind it in heavy chains that weigh you down. Don’t regret what has come to pass and what hasn’t. Remember me fondly and the memories we shared. Tell our stories, Levi. Air them, give them light. That way I’ll never truly leave you.”
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Cake and Pears at 2am Hange x fem! reader (ch 2)
Summary: What is meant to be a casual night out to hang with Mikasa and friends leads you to meeting the very dapper, very suave even though they sometimes remind you of a golden retriever, Hange.
This was meant to be a mafia AU and there are light mentions of it but that’s not the focus. Here you’ll read about a fem!reader who is 14 years younger than a nonbinary Hange but doesnt let that stop her from dating them.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Nonbinary Hange, gothkasa, Strap on sex, loss of virginity with strap on, this is smutty as hell and I have no regrets, side Eruri, Side Eremika, Squirting, Oral Sex, Fingering, also side Mikenana, Yelena needs her ass kicked, age gap, but not a creepy age gap I promise, I had to do so much research about strap ons for this damn fic
link to chapter 1
Ao3 link
Chapter 2
You were nervous the entirety of that following week, unsure if Hange was going to contact you. After going through several scenarios in your head, you finally put on a horror film to serve as a distraction. Just as you began screaming at the screen, telling the main character that she was an idiot to go out into the dark to investigate a strange sound, you got a text from an unfamiliar number Thursday evening.
‘Hi! Sorry it’s late, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting. It’s Hange, we met at Levi’s bar. If you were waiting, that is. I don’t want to assume. I’d love to meet you for lunch or coffee one day if that’s okay.’
A full-on scream left your mouth, and immediately you felt like a jackass. You weren’t in high school and Hange wasn’t your first crush, but somehow you were easily reverted to a swooning schoolgirl.
It was a few minutes before you replied, not because you wanted to play it cool but because you felt like an idiot and didn’t know what to say. Finally you told Hange that you’d love to meet them for coffee.
You insisted that you were fine with meeting at Starbucks, but they were adamant about wanting to take you to some café you’d never heard of.
“It sounds like Hange finally texted you,” Mikasa says dryly when you answer her call the next afternoon. “Does this mean you’re going to stop moping around like some sad emo?”
“I was not moping and I wasn’t acting like an emo,” you protest.
“Yeah, anyway. So are you two going out soon? Please tell me you made plans.”
“Yes, Mikasa, damn! We’re going to meet up for coffee next weekend.”
“Great,” she replies in a dry tone. “I’ll be there bright and early to do your hair and makeup. Also to do an outfit check because you know when you get nervous that focusing on anything is like trying to hold onto a snowball in hell.”
“Beautiful analogy, and fine. I’ll let you know what time when I speak to Hange again.”
As promised, Mikasa shows up bright and early, smelling of clove cigarettes with her makeup kit in tow.
“Have you showered yet? Did you wash your face? Did you moisturize and put on spf?” she asks in a tone that sounds somewhat accusatory.
“Yes to all of the above, boss,” you tell her mockingly. “And I’m not wearing this,” you continue, gesturing to your old Siouxsie tee shirt and leggings. “I sweat when I get nervous and I didn’t want to ruin my outfit.”
“Well of course you’re not wearing that,” Mikasa says, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go, I want to see what you picked out.”
Your date outfit is laid out at the foot of your bed, and Mikasa eyes each piece critically. A simple but cute blouse, skirt, cardigan and boots all in earth tones is what you picked out.
“Okay, that works with the type of makeup I have,” Mikasa announces while shoving you into a chair.
Your best friend’s brusque manner of speaking was completely contrary to the way she delivered personal attention. Perhaps that was why your friend group had no issue with letting her practice makeup on them; it was relaxing enough to make one fall asleep. And that was why you found yourself almost dozing off from the almost ASMR-like sounds of compacts snapping shut and different brushes stroking over your face.
Mikasa works on your hair last, and you move your head as directed when she uses a spritz bottle to revive your curls. She arranges it in a style that is cute but also out of your face, which she knows you hate. Your makeup is perfect; Mikasa has the ability to do makeup that almost looks like a filter on one of those apps. There’s just enough color on your eyelids, cheeks and lips and you’re enthralled with everything.
“Yes, I know, my work is impeccable,” Mikasa tells you as she begins repacking her makeup kit. “Now get dressed.”
“You’re so damn bossy. But I love you anyway.”
***
An hour later, you drive to a quaint part of town that you’d only driven through. The coffee shop turned out to be gorgeous; instead of traditional tables and chairs there were squishy sofas and armchairs, and a real working fireplace. Everything was done in warm tones, and decorated with autumn and Halloween items as it was the beginning of October. You asked the waitress if you could take a cornered window seat, since there were two comfortable looking armchairs with a low antique table in between. waiting in a window seat, hoping that you wouldn’t have to wait long.
One in the afternoon was the chosen meeting time, and it’s five after when you get a text when they apologize for running late. When they finally arrive and find you sitting at the small table with the open menu spread out, they immediately grin and wave.
“Sorry, sorry,” Hange says after they sit down, taking the jacket that was thrown over their shoulder and draping it on the back of their chair. As they move you try to avoid the graceful column of their throat that’s peeking out from the unbuttoned collar of a light blue button down. Their long legs are encased in slim, tan trousers and they have on a matching red belt and suspenders. Their shiny auburn hair is messily pulled back just like before to expose a slanted smile, and you can feel your heart kick up a notch. “It took me forever to find my car keys. I swear, I could trip over them ten times in an hour when I don’t need them but the moment I do? They sprout legs and walk away. You look amazing, by the way.”
“Thank you, so do you. I almost wondered if I’d got stood up,” you say jokingly, and Hange looks aghast.
“Definitely not!” they reply adamantly. “Levi told me I was a dumb ass for not asking for your number that night, along with Miche. But after that graceless encounter with my ex, I didn’t want to seem pushy.”
“Nah, you would have definitely got my number,” you assure with a grin. Just as you lean forward with an elbow on the table, a waitress comes over and asks if you two are ready to order.
“I didn’t get to ask you much about yourself the night we met,” Hange says after you two have placed your orders. “You let me ramble on and didn’t stop me.”
“I liked listening to you,” you admit with a shy smile. “What do you want to know?”
“Ehh, anything. Favorite food? When’s your birthday? What are your hobbies? Do you have any pets and if so, can I meet them?”
You tell Hange about yourself and they do the same. You find out they’re a chief scientific officer of a lab on the outskirts of the city. That in itself sounds fascinating and Hange is all too eager to talk about their work.
“Wait, I thought you and Levi and everyone else…” you trail off, wanting to ask about the whole mafia thing but unsure if that question would be well received.
“Oh, that,” Hange replies with a small smile. “Let’s just say it helps to have someone around with my background.”
“I gotcha. Do you have any pets?”
“No, unfortunately not. I like cats but my place isn’t exactly the safest place for one.”
“I could always see if there’s a cat café. Maybe we could go together.”
“Cat cafes?! Those exist?!”
Hange looks so excited and adorable that you want to kiss them.
The date lasts a little over two hours. Despite the age difference, you find that you and Hange have a lot in common and a million things to talk about. You’re sure you could have talked to them some more only the waitress is apologetic when she brings the check, stating that they have a two-hour seating limit.
When you reach behind the chair to grab your purse, Hange immediately stops you.
“It’s my treat since I invited you,” they continue, pulling out a wallet to withdraw a silver card and place it in the bill holder.
“Fine. But can I leave the tip? The waitress was really nice.”
“Something tells me it’s futile to argue with you so I’ll concede,” Hange tells you teasingly.
Once the bill is paid, you and Hange head out to the parking lot. It’s clear that neither of you are ready to part ways just yet, and you end up standing outside talking for another twenty minutes.
“Okay, as much as I hate to say goodbye it’s clear that you’re cold,” Hange tells you when they notice you shivering despite your upper half being covered in a thick cardigan.
“I don’t either,” you tell them in a pained voice with a grin, “but yeah, I am getting a little cold. This is that weird part of autumn when it’s hot one minute and cold the next.”
“Well I’m hoping we’ll see each other again? Sooner rather than later?” Hange asks hopefully.
“Oh trust me, we will,” you admit. “I had a good time today. This was nice.”
“Yeah, it was,” Hange sighs, slumping back against their car door. Then they straighten up and sort of turn towards you. “Is it okay if I hug you goodbye?”
“Yes, it’s definitely okay,” you answer, and immediately step closer to them.
“Damn, you smell good,” you murmur against their neck upon catching a whiff of what smells like tobacco and sweet vanilla.
“So do you,” Hange says in a similar tone, their head almost buried in your curls. “Your hair smells amazing.”
“You aren’t making us having to part ways any easier,” you tell them in a slight whine.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Hange lets you go and reaches into their pocket for their car key. “Will you let me know that you got home safe?”
“Will do!” you reply, turning to get into your car.
***
When you text Hange upon getting home, they immediately text you back and tell you that it was nice to see you and they look forward to your next date.
Later that evening after dinner and a bath, you find yourself online searching for a local cat café. You’re surprised to find a cat café that isn’t too far, but it’s a thirty-minute drive away.
You text Hange and ask if they’re busy next Saturday and if not and they want to hang out, you’d love to take them somewhere. Hange calls you pretty girl and says they’ll go anywhere with you. They also state that they’ll meet you at your house if that’s fine because their house isn’t exactly close to anything.
Hange is excited to be in the passenger seat and is surprised when you let them connect their phone to your car so they can put on a playlist.
“You really don’t mind?”
“Nah,” you reply. “There isn’t much I don’t listen to so I’m sure I’ll like whatever you put on.”
The easy beat of indie music fills your car, and you laugh after hearing a handful of songs by bands you also listen to. Talk of music and bands you both like takes place the rest of the ride, and soon you’re pulling up to the destination.
“What! You found one!” Hange yells when they see the glass window of the cat café. On it are adorable hand drawn kitties frolicking about between mugs and plates of desserts.
They continue losing their shit after you two walk inside, and soon they’re seated with a latte that has a cat face drawn into the foam, which goes ignored for the hazel-eyed grey tabby who leapt onto Hange’s lap to sniff their sleeve.
“Ooooh, aren’t you cute!” Hange coos, holding out a hand. The cat ends up shoving their head into Hange’s palm, demanding to be petted.
While Hange is busy meeting the demands of their new furry friend, you slip away to find a dispenser that sells cat treats. After you return to the table, you slide some of them in Hange’s direction and they immediately pick up one and the cat politely takes it from their hand.
“Oh my goodness, he ate it! What a good boy!” they enthuse, happily stroking his head.
The rest of the afternoon finds you and Hange seated on the floor near the cat towers, dispensing treats and cuddles. A striped tabby with white socks found its way to your lap and keeps hugging you, and you laugh when she nuzzles her face against yours.
“I want to take you home,” you tell the kitty, on the verge of tears with joy when she purrs contently as you stroke her back.
Eventually it becomes apparent that multiple cups of lattes and macarons aren’t enough sustenance, and hunger drives you two to finally leave. Then it turns out neither of you are ready for the date to be over, and you both get takeout sushi and bring it back to your place.
“Today was fun, thank you,” Hange tells you later after you’ve finished eating. Now you two are on the sofa with hot mugs of tea before you on the coffee table, and Hange is sticking their legs out straight and flexing their toes in the thick fuzzy socks you loaned them. “These are cute. And comfortable.”
“You can’t relax properly at home until you have on comfy socks,” you reply, then something else comes to mind. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did you look surprised when I paid for our stuff at the café?”
“Did I?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Ah. I think it’s because besides my friends, I’ve never had a date offer to pay.”
You stare at them incredulously with your mouth open. “Hange… what kind of derelicts did you date?”
They give you a sort of embarrassed laugh while ruffling their hair.
“Did Yelena expect you to pay for everything? Even if she was the one who offered to take you out?”
“Ah…I think so?”
“Hange!”
“What?”
“You can’t let people take advantage of you like that.”
“Well, I didn’t think it was a big deal. I did make more money than her, which she even pointed out so—”
“That makes it even worse! No wonder Levi hated her entitled ass—whoops, pretend you didn’t hear that.”
Hange laughs raucously though they no longer sound embarrassed. “I guess Mikasa told you about that. It’s true though; he didn’t like her. Actually, neither did the rest of my friends.”
“Now Mikasa didn’t tell me this, but I’m guessing Levi said she was selfish. Am I right?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess. But I know her type; there was a time when I was surrounded by selfish people but I was too involved to realize. You know that analogy about not seeing the forest for the trees? That was me.”
“I see. Was that an old boyfriend, or…”
“Boyfriend, friends, and family. I’m twenty-six now and it took me twenty-one of those years to get to a point where I no longer tolerate selfish people. It’s funny how many people no longer like you when you force them to respect your boundaries. It’s fine though; I have really great friends now.”
“You’re a good person,” Hange murmurs. “How are you single right now?”
“Have you met some of these people?” you ask, giving a dry laugh. “It’s not that hard, believe me.”
“I suppose you’re right. Though now I am curious; have you been with someone like me before?” Hange asks, leaning their head against a hand while peering at you.
“What do you mean, someone who’s super smart, nonbinary, or the whole organized crime thing?”
You say the last part in a sort of whisper and it makes Hange laugh. “You’re cute. Either or.”
“Both, but if it matters I don’t have much experience with seriously dating anyone of any gender.”
“What? That’s surprising.”
“The dating world is a cesspool,” you explain, thinking back to all the secondhand knowledge you gained at the expense of your friends and their failed relationships. “The last few guys I went out with were so charming— at first. It was a damn case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; one demanded a blowjob because he paid for my one cider at the bar. The other ran up a $200 drink tab and claimed he forgot his wallet when it was time to pay the tab. Mind you I only had a couple of sodas because I don’t get drunk around people I barely know.”
“What the hell! How did that night end?”
“The bar owner gave him two choices—either wash dishes or go to jail for the night. I paid for my two drinks and left before he made a decision.”
“So no old girlfriends?”
“Crushes, yes. Girlfriends… no.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I was too shy to tell a girl I liked her,” you confess, cringing as you think back to the few times you made an attempt at flirting with a girl. “Though one time we all went to a club and two girls literally made me into their sandwich filling and danced with me most of the night. And by dance, I don’t mean in the ‘leave enough room for the Holy Ghost’ kind. Anyway, I asked one of them for her number at the end of the night, and she told me she was straight and seemed so offended that I even considered her like that. Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt.”
“They were probably using you to keep other guys away, but that’s only supposed to be done with a friend or consenting person,” Hange explained. “That way no one is hurt or offended.”
“Is that what that was about?!” you exclaim, mouth hanging open. “I felt so confused for the longest and wracked my brain but kept coming up empty.”
“Unfortunately yes.
“On the topic of dating and such, do you mind if I ask what happened with Yelena?”
“I don’t mind. Yelena and I were off and on for the last few years but things got really bad since last summer. You know what they say about ignoring red flags when they’ve been there all along?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Well, that happened. The last straw was coming home to find that she’d trashed my place and stole some of my things. The only reason she didn’t finish is because Levi has a key to my place and stopped by to drop off something and caught her in the act. He told her to get her shit and get out before he snapped her neck and buried her carcass where no one would ever find it.”
“Yeah, he seems like he can be scary.”
“Only if he doesn’t like you,” Hange says brightly. “He never did like Yelena but I didn’t listen to him. He turned out to be right when he said she was a selfish narcissist with a toxic personality. But you said the same thing happened to you?”
“Well, not exactly the same but the narcissist thing? Oh yes, only it was a friend. That’s sort of how I met Mikasa and Armin. I was friends with this girl and when I turned 21, she swore we had to go to a club and get shitfaced. Personally I hate the feeling of being so drunk that I want to puke, but she and her little clique thought that was the only thing to do on the weekend. Anyway, I got ditched because she wanted to hook up with some random guy.”
“What?! That’s horrible.”
“I know. What makes it worse is I was always the mom friend who stuck to one or two drinks or didn’t drink at all, only because I knew those idiots were going to get knee-walking drunk and end up needing to have their hair held back while they puked out their guts. Actually, that’s how I met Mikasa. She found me crying in the bathroom after I was sick and she helped me fix my makeup because by then, I looked like a raccoon. I ended up hanging with her and her friends the rest of the night and they made sure I got home safely.”
“That sounds like Mikasa,” Hange replied. “She and Levi are similar like that; they look like they’ll cut you but deep down they’re both very kind. Mikasa offered to help deal with the Yelena situation but I didn’t want her to get into trouble.”
“So is Mikasa into, err, the same things as you all?”
That makes Hange chuckle. “No, Levi would have a fit if she did anything untoward, but let’s just say Mikasa can hold her own. That’s the only reason Levi isn’t too worried about Eren; he knows if he were to try anything Mikasa would turn him into mincemeat but between you and me, I think Eren is okay. He’s young and a bit simpleminded, but he’s loyal and he’d kill someone if they tried to hurt Mikasa.”
“Yeah, I believe that but damn, I just wish Mikasa would focus on the time and not his cock when we’ve made plans to meet up somewhere.”
Hange laughs raucously and even though you were being serious, you end up laughing with them.
“I swear, I’m not bitter or anything,” you continue. “I couldn’t believe it when her stoic ass met him. It was like someone switched on a damn light or something. Everything was about Eren; Eren this and Eren that. But I tolerated it because I knew she was in love.”
“So what about you? When was your last relationship?”
“Freshman year of college, I think? Surprise, surprise, it didn’t last long. He had the nerve to be shocked when I got mad at busting him screwing his lab partner. You know what he told me? ‘Well I have to get it from somewhere’, all because I declined his gratuitous offers of blowjobs or quickies when his roommate wasn’t around.”
“He sounds positively charming.”
“He held all the charm of a public bathroom at a gas station along the freeway. And not a good gas station, but a no name one with stale shitty snacks that you can only find on that one freeway.”
“And the filthy bathroom with no toilet paper and a broken door.”
“Exactly. See? You get me.”
“I like you. And this sofa; it’s dangerously comfortable,” Hange says through a yawn. “If I don’t get up now I won’t make it home.”
“I mean, I’m definitely not in a hurry to kick you out,” you reply casually. “I take naps here all the time. Say the word and I’ll grab some pillows and blankets. I’ll even grab a tee if you want to get more comfortable.”
“Well, it’s not like I had anything pressing to do tomorrow. Sounds good, let’s do it.”
A glance down at both your outfits are an instant reminder of the cat café; you’re both covered in cat hair and it makes you laugh.
“Okay, what about a shower first?” you suggest, plucking one of the hairs off your shirt. “You can use some of my sweatpants; sorry in advance because I’m sure your ankles are gonna be sticking out.”
“I’ve got these so I’ll be fine,” Hange replies, pointing down to the stripy fuzzy sock and wriggling their toes.
After taking turns in your shower and changing into comfortable clothes, you and Hange are buried beneath your comforter on the sofa. You both get through fifteen minutes of a horror movie before falling asleep against one another, and when you wake up to the sound of screaming, you realize that you’re both lying flat on the sofa. At some point you began using Hange’s shoulder as your pillow but apparently they hadn’t minded, because they’ve got an arm slung around you. You wonder if you should move but decide you’re too comfortable and end up shutting your eyes.
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AOT characters relationships with you.....
Levi Ackerman
At first your relationship with Levi wasn't good at all. You thought he's an arrogant bastard and he thought you're a lazy assed useless doctor who won't survive even a second on the battlefield. He got more pissed on you because he was ordered to train a fragile person like you and had to turn you into a soldier.
On the other hand, you used to get so pissed with him because he was a strict and harsh trainer. Also not to mention he used to insult you as often as he could. You almost shouted at him every day. But little did none of you two know, Levi liked it when you would get angry at him and you really liked shouting at him.
Slowly but surely, you two started to get close. You started to heal his mental and physical wounds, he focused on making you stronger. Not to mention he never hesitated to let anyone know that he was your protector and he would show no mercy to anyone or anything which will try to hurt you in any way.
But with you he was soft. He would cry on your shoulder, reveal his real feelings to you. You helped him to get out of his childhood trauma, showed him how amazing love and physical affection is.... You made him love you so hard that getting worried if losing you, he dragged your ass to the church and married you just when he got the chance. And thus you two become the ideal couple of the survey corps.
Hange Zoe
She's your best friend in the survey corps. Also not to mention you two spend the most time together. You two are like sisters to each other, you pulling her to shower she's pulling you out of your bed in the morning. Though there's a lot of difference between you two.... You two never fail to get along.
Also, she's the main supporting character in your relationship with Levi. Also the main teaser too!
Erwin Smith
Your relationship with him is formal but you two both respect each other. You slowly but surely get his trust and he started to trust you so much that he never imagined making you a pawn of his bet. Also you both support each other mentally if you two get the chance. Like he would console you if you wouldn't be able to save a soldier's life and you would console him if one of his plans would accidentally fail.
Special Operation Squad members
Since you were a member of this squad too and you spent most of your time with them, your relationship with them was pretty friendly. Especially with Petra, you cared for her like she was your little sister. Also you and Oluo would try to mimic Levi together, have fun chatting with Eld and Gunther. They even forced you to meet their family... That's how close you were with them. You were the breath of fresh air and happiness in the squad.
Mike Zacharias
Your relationship with him was just how two colleagues relationship should be. You two would meet often and talk about the normal things out of formality. Also you liked how amazing his smelling ability was, it always amused you.
Eren, Mikasa and Armin
You always cared for them as you little siblings. Especially Armin, who likes to read books just like you. You would chat with him for hours about your favourite books and not to mention support his amazing ideas and encourage him since he was so insecure about himself.
Eren and you had spent enough quality time together. He was so scared of Levi and you would try to reassure him as you would laugh seeing his scared expressions. Also most of the time you two would talk about the titan abilities and you would try to find out how many similarities titans and humans had until it was discovered that titans are actually humans.
Mikasa and you never really spend that much time together.... But you always respected her for her strength and protectiveness and she loved you for always saving Eren's ass from Levi.
Jean Connie and Sasha
Just like the previous trio, you cared for these three the same. Especially Sasha, you probably cared for her the most. You find her always the cutest and the most adorable. You litarery cared for her so much that you sometimes gave her the opportunity to sneak in the kitchen to steal food. Also you loved cooking for her and enjoyed seeing how happily she ate them.
As for Jean and Connie, you would always enjoy their jokes and stupidity. You would sometimes joke with them too to reduce some weight from your shoulder. They were a refreshment for you from the cruel life of the survey corps.
Historia Reiss
You always felt pity for her. You didn't know her until her true identity was revealed. After she became queen and started to work for the homeless-unwanted children, you helped her to run the orphanage and to manage the kids. You were with her during her pregnancy period and helped her to give birth.
A/N: Hello there everyone! So I decided to write my thoughts on what your relationship would look like with the AOT characters. Of course it's my and only my thinking, you guys can think in your way. Here you means 🫵 (if you wanna imagine yourself) also me and my oc.... The oc of the story I've been writing on my ao3 account.
So that's it! Hope ya all have a great day!
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oh dear god…do y’all see the gold chain?? THEY PUT A FUCKING GOLD CHAIN-its big…that backpack is HEAVYYY, i just know there’s a black wifebeater under that suit, their chain dangling in you face as they push your thighs to your chest, they really going in with this official art😦
long fingers dancing across your skin, teasing you while pumping you full of dick from the side, dragging up to restrict your airways , tilting your head to sloppily kiss you as they drill into you at an unimaginable speed
only to pull out of you, turning your hips up and pressing your back into a dramatic arch and sliding their tongue on your throbbing cunt
sticking their thumb inside, spitting and watching it drop down and….
hange don’t get enough love..it’s finna change this give me 30 mins and some Kehlani..brb😩😩
#hange zoe x reader#hange zoe#aot#hange zoe brainrot#i need them#hange zoe x fem reader#hange mini drabble#hange smut#i’m throwing this ass all on they nose#hange zoe x y/n#aot smut
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fem!levihan cyberpunk
the most colorful piece i've done so farrr
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