#nb!hange

[youre-ackermine]

Echo

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1025 approx.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he failed. Terribly. Totally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The feeling was overwhelming, breathtaking. 

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

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

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

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

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

His words a murmured echo of their own breathless words.

This is for @dont-f-with-moogles 💕

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

Happy Birthday Terra Darling 🎂

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Header: @youre-ackermine

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

[uselesssubstrate]

Forgive the spots on the mirror. I'm at a friends place who just moved and life is chaos rn.

Anyway, they did my hair today and did an absolutely wonderful job and I had to show off!

Just the hair of course. That's what I'm showi- Hey, I see you. My hair is up here <3

[nightshade-rules]

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Minors and Ageless blogs dni <3

Hange loves their hands, rough from years of use with callouses built up from ODM gear. They are proud of them, and they love the way you react to them. They love it when they catch you staring, eyes blown out and red dusting your cheeks.  They love the look of their hands on your back, how small you seem in comparison. Or how they can envelop one of your breasts in one hand, deeply satisfied with the ability to simply hold. They especially love the view of your pretty skin flushed, marred by their handprint. Or the look of their hand splayed across your neck, your lips puckered in a pretty ‘o’ as you breathed shallowly, eyes lidded as you looked up at them. God, it made them melt.

Hange is a boobs person, through and through. They adore how your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath as they lead you into an orgasm, stuttering gasps leaving you as your thighs lock tight against them, holding their hips tight to you. They love the way your blush spreads down your chest if they push hard enough, a splotchy pink that covers your skin. They love marking up your boobs, biting into the side hard enough to taste blood, holding you down as you keen against them. Leaving dark crimson marks down your sternum, taking time to make sure they’ll last hours, even with your accelerated healing. Sucking bruises around your nipples, ever so careful to avoid the actual pink flesh, until you’ve got a nice circle around your nipple, and goddamn will they make sure the marks are even. They loved to play with them as they eat you out, smiling against your cunt as you arched into their hands.

Last post -> Aftercare

[acquamarinie]

Hange Zoë nonbinary icons ☆彡

f2u ♡ interaction appreciated if saving

[myriadwaysthatiluvu]

happy pride month

[milimeters-morales]

Miles: my main goal is to wear so many layers that people try to avoid gendered language as much as possible when they’re talking to and about me

ACAU Miles: (Mine is to be so ambiguous looking it causes harm!)

PS Miles:

PS Miles, texting Peter: i’ve realized a few things o((*^▽^*))o !!!

[stardustedknuckles]

Hot enby friend and I stopped by the sex shop and they knew one of the workers there and as they got to chatting I realized this person was a new worker and I had a good enough feel of the vibe to go "It was YOU!! You took the spot I applied for!" and they like, raised their hands real dramatic and were like "tis I! The superior candidate!" and I did a little bow in deference and anyway people here are pretty cool.

[yellowlikelemons]

Brat subs my lust for you is skyrocketing yet again. Please let me be the prissy and overly obedient pet you can't help but find pretentious, spineless, willfully oblivious and artificially sweet as american pop. Back me into a corner to make me lash out, you've seen the looks I've given you, you know I want to. Fight me on our owners or holding places floor. Scratch and bite me until they have to pull us apart, where upon you watch me play victim yet again, of course. "They bit me, they threatened me, they're dangerous, I'm telling you," I whine into their chest. I'm bloody around my mouth but the sad saucer eyes I can pull does the trick. I flash my teeth at you on the way back, hoping I can cry my way into having them punish you, hoping you won't get to talk to them first. See you again soon, my dear, dumb brat.

[valentinemesis]

fire emblem alphabet challenge boys and girls edition (+) bc i have so many favs and beloveds

characters :

azura, beruka, charlotte, deirdre, edelgard, freyja, goldmary, hapi, idunn, julia, katarina, lachesis, marni, neimi, oboro, panette, quan, rhea, setsuna, tharja, ursula, veronica, walhart, xane, yunaka, zephia

azama, berkut, claude, dimitri, eldigan, fogado, griss, henry, ike, jeritza, knoll, lyon, michalis, niles, otr, pelleas, quan, rafal, soren, takumi, ulki, valter, wolf, xander, yuri, zephiel (forgot abt zelgius, my fav is actually zelgius but i dont want to redraw)

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Nonbinary ice cream cone is done ✌️

[14thcommander]

whenever someone uses she/her pronouns for hange, or calls them a woman, a piece of me dies

[youre-ackermine]

Belated birthday

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1160 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / established relationship / non-binary Hange / swearwords

Walking back home through the park was not so bad after all, Levi thought to himself. He had been reluctant to Hange's suggestion at first, arguing that the pie would never be baked by tea time. 

They had already wasted enough time wandering among the stalls at the farmers' market to purchase some veggies after lunch, he had argued. But of course they could never take 'no' for an answer, could they?

So they had insisted, all puppy eyes and irritating whines, tugging his coat sleeve, begging him between kisses on his cheeks or neck, squeezing his arm between theirs.

And obviously they had pestered the shit out of him until he gave in, frowning in annoyance and rubbing his temples as he felt the headache coming.

When he thought about it, Hange’s beaming smile had been worth the relinquishment, lighting up their face and making his heart melt in the process. And strolling through the park together arm in arm only added to the warmth that started to spread in his chest, reviving the memory of their first date one fall years ago.

Rays of pale sunlight played through the russet foliage, piercing the light mist. A swift gust raised a whirlwind of fallen leaves every once in a while, scattering them across the path. Levi took a deep breath, taking in the relaxing quietness of early Saturday afternoon, relishing in the sweet undergrowth smell of the earth.

The crisp autumn air stung his ears and the tip of his nose but Levi couldn't care less, not when he felt the gentle touch of Hange's warm body pressed against his side as they walked. Not when their eyes sparkled with sheer joy as they babbled about how beautiful the elms and maples were this time of the year. Not when they squeezed his arm as they pointed out a squirrel hopping from branch to branch.

“...and the way their eyes are positioned allows them to see behind them, can you believe it, Shorty?” Hange exclaimed, snapping him off his reverie. “Nature is so fascinating, I’ll never get tired of learning more about it every day of my life!” they enthused.

Every day of my life. The words echoed in Levi’s head and swirled around for a while, leaving a sweet sensation in their wake. He turned to Hange, smiling softly as his gaze wandered over their handsome face. He slowed his steps, gently holding them back and pulled them into him.

They giggled and slid an arm around his neck when he leaned in to kiss them on the lips, a brief and chaste kiss, something featherlight and heartfelt, his eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. He was caught in the moment, oblivious to the affection he displayed in public, but it felt so right his heart swelled with fondness in his chest.

Snapping out of his trance, he slipped his hand in Hange's, intertwining their fingers, and resumed walking.

“Come on, Four-Eyes, let’s get home before we freeze our asses off!” He blurted out.

Levi was glad they could finally mark Hange’s birthday. Nothing too fancy though, just their friends coming over for tea and apple pie, an opportunity to catch up on each other’s lives, a chance to share a good moment of friendship and show how much they all loved Hange.

Their last project at work had kept them busier than usual, delaying the celebration for weeks. This week-end was the first one in months for them to enjoy free time so, before getting to cook, Levi had insisted Hange settled comfortably on the couch with a soft blanket and the book they bought before coming back home.

Lulled by Hange’s blabbering, Levi had prepared and baked the pie in no time, letting his mind wander to his bedside table. Levi smiled. There, in the drawer, Hange’s birthday gift was nestled between neatly ironed handkerchiefs and a box of mints.

He had bought it on an impulse months ago, his gaze drawn to it as he walked past the store window. It reminded him of the golden amber hue of their eyes, those eyes which held the most beautiful shades of fall, those eyes so entrancing and expressive he could never get tired drowning into.

A slight blush of anticipation crept up his face as he thought about how surprised Hange and their closest friends would be. He imagined their fingers feverishly tearing the pumpkin patterned paper. He imagined them gasping as they opened the small box. He imagined them beaming as they lifted their head to look at him. And the butterflies fluttered in his chest.

“Oh my, it smells so good, Levi!” Hange exclaimed in a cheerful tone as he took the pastry out of the oven, a sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen. “Can I have a teeny-tiny slice, please?” they begged.

“Hell no, Four-Eyes!” he replied without turning back, sliding the cake onto a plate. “It’ll ruin the whole damn pie before anyone can see it!”

“But it’s for my birthday!” they whined.

“I-said-no!” His tone cut short any retort. “Besides, it’s still too hot, tis gonna burn your tongue and shit!”

“You’re not funny, Shorty,” they pouted.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, Four-Eyes. If you say so.”

Shining spoons and a china sugar bowl elegantly set out on the tray next to the floral patterned tea set, the birthday candles placed on the apple-pie, autumn flowers nicely arranged in a vase… Levi let out a sigh of satisfaction. Everything was ready.

He headed to the bedroom for a quick check in the mirror and opened his drawer to take the wrapped box with a trembling hand. He felt weird. Shy and nervous, giddy and thrilled, wobbly and excited, all of these at the same time.

In a few steps, Levi reached the window, opened it to let the bracing autumn air in. He let his eyes wander over the golden foliage of the trees along the street below and took a deep, invigorating breath.

He had been waiting for this moment for months and now was not the time to flinch. Slipping the gift into his pocket, he pulled himself together and walked back to the kitchen to brew a cup of espresso for Hange.

Levi stopped in his tracks as soon as he glanced into the sitting-room. The autumn sun bathed the room in golden light, softly warming its atmosphere and highlighting Hange's handsome features.

They looked comfortable and relaxed, cozily huddled on the couch, their book now neglected in favor of Sawney. The couple’s ginger cat purred and squirmed shamelessly under Hange’s petting. Their voice was gentle and loving as they cooed to the fur ball, a soft smile spreading over their pretty face.

He took in the endearing sight for a while, relishing in this sweet, heartwarming sensation. In this very moment, looking at his beloved Hange, he finally felt like home.

This is my entry for Eliza's Under the Harvest Moon AOT collab @postwarlevi

Sorry to post it so late!! Technically, it's still fall, right?

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Header: @youre-ackermine

Dividers: @saradika-graphics & @firefly-graphics

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

[zukkaoru]

just realized all three kunichuuzai fics in the nonbinary chuuya tag are mine.. guys i'm starving out here someone help

[nightshade-rules]

hange and their strap

minors and ageless blogs dni <3

hange loves fucking you with a strap, the way you squirm under their thrusts, shuddering whenever they manage to hit just the right spot. their gaze is almost clinical when they fuck you, hard and with no mercy, intent on giving you as many orgasms they can, as fast as they can. they like the way your legs shake, how if they get you worked up enough, your legs tremble around their waist, jerking and uncoordinated. grinning when you try to pull them tighter to you, but you’re simply too weak. shivering at the way tears stream unsteadily down your cheek, leaving their whole body burning.

but before they fuck you hard, they like it when you sit on their lap, strap pushed deep into your cunt, keeping you nice and full. they like to fill out paperwork, to read reports, while you squirm against them, shifting in their lap to give yourself just a little bit stimulation. sometimes they’ll take pity on you, their fingers lazily circling your clit to give you a bit of relief while their other hand signs a form.

other times they’re mean. they press down on your hips, hard, keeping you from moving even an inch. they slap your ass when you wiggle too much, leaving a blotchy red on your skin, hot to the touch. and when you get too comfortable, they rake their nails up your thighs, leaving you bucking in their lap. or a harsh slap to your pussy, while you whine under their hand, trying to pull yourself off their strap. they pull you tight to them, bottoming out again and whispering a warning in your ear.

when they fuck you after this it’s as much of a punishment as it is a reward, praise mixed with harsh insults, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. they caress you one moment and shove their fingers against your tongue until you gag the next. you’re lucky if you can walk properly in the morning, sore and covered in marks. but hange is always doting on you afterwards, apologies falling from their lips for pushing you too much (no matter how much you say you like it), pressing kisses to your sweaty face and hugging you tight to them.

[ftm-conclusions]

at the end of the day it's me and my tdick against the world

[lanternlightss]

oh i don’t remember writing this??