#non binary hanji

[hambiichu]

Captain's confession

Sumarry: Levi doesnt know how to confess to you so he asks his trusted people: Erwin and Hanjie.

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"You what?" Erwin looks at Levi then at Hanjie, the confused look evident in their faces. "Can you repeat that?" 

"How do I confess them?" Levi repeats through his gritted teeth, he felt emberassed to repeat it but he knows damn well it was the first time Erwin and Hanjie ever heard Levi asks that question.

Erwin puts his pen down, clasps his hands together on the desk, and asks, "Who's them?"

"Them."

Oh.

Everyone knows you are the captain's little assistance, you followed him around like a lost dog. You consistently deliver his tea at the same time on the same day, work with him on paperwork, and assist him with cleaning his office and quarters.

Levi starts to develop feelings for you throughout these periods.

Wait.

Or it already been there from the start?

The first time he saw you; love touched his heart at first sight and grew deeper and stronger until it consumed his thoughts every day.

The fact that a grown man in his mid-30s liked you made him feel embarrassed at first. It was the first time he had ever liked someone who made his stomach turn over and his heart ache even a little. As though God made you specifically for him, he didn't feel this strongly about anyone until you came around. He keeps it hidden inside of him with his typical stoic demeanour.

You are a bold adult, and it is not dishonourable to back down from any obstacles, no matter how small, that put his worries for your safety at bay. He watches you like a bounty hunter, and he hates it when you are irresponsible, let alone put yourself in danger.

He admires you, your skills, your face, the way you laugh with others, and how you get along. It's like he can't compete with that. He sometimes thinks hes not good for you; you are his captain, and you just a comrade.

Every time he thinks about it, it hurts his heart to realise that, despite your perfection, you are more ideal for someone else than for him. Hell, has he never indicated whether you genuinely like him?

He understands that you respect him as captain and that he does the same for you, but if he's being completely honest with himself, he would prefer to let you go if you have ideal someone than him. That way, it will be much simpler for him to move on.

Even it hurts so much.

"Why them?" Erwin asks, raising his bushy eyebrow, giving Levi a warm kind smile.

"Is shorty in love?" Hanjie teases, wiggling their eyebrows.

"Shut it, four-eyes! Who says I am in love? Is just a question!" Levi crosses his arms stubbornly, tapping his foot impatiently. "Why them? Well, is easy, them! Thats all."

"You're not giving us an exact reason why them," Erwin chuckles lightly, side-glancing at Hanjie, who's grinning plastered on their face. "Why them? In all people, Levi. They're just your comrade."

"Yeah! Why them? Care to give us a reason why?" Hanjie still wiggles their eyebrows. Levi wants to throw a chair at them if he wants if Erwin allows him.

"I am not explaining much why them!" Levi gritted his teeth again. "I just wanna know how do I confess to them? Explaining why them is a waste of time. I used my willpower to ask them if they're free from this evening and said yes, I am not losing chances."

Erwin and Hanjie exchange a knowing smile as they glance at each other. Erwin's eyes scan Levi's entire body, assessing his current state of stress and anticipation for the confession he will make to you this evening. He hums to himself, aware that his own closest friend is in love. It is an uncommon sight, to predict that this short, stoic man is in love and is seeking assistance in how to confess.

"We'll help," Erwin straightens himself. "First and foremost, you need to calm down, take a deep breath, and know whatever the upcoming they'll say is up to you to react."

"What if they say no?" Levi gripped his nails to his forearms; he hates the thought but is up to him to react. "What if they rejected me on the spot? How would that help me?"

"Go find someone new; it's easy as that," Hanjie chirms, placing their elbow at the armrest and their hand on their cheek. "Yknow, if you got rejected, then the only comfort way is to find someone new."

"Is not that easy, four eyes!" Levi grumbles as he furrowed his eyebrows. "I'd been weighing on my mind every day; thinking about them is like a fucking annoying fly that buzzes around at my ears. They're like a god at my eyes, and they're the purest human being that set on this planet."

He makes eye contact with the two, and he inhales deeply before exhaling through his mouth. His nail is sinking further into his forearms, and he's tapping his foot more impatiently now simply because he's so nervous. Only you are what he desires. He hates the thought and finds it much worse than he expected, and he has a hard time finding someone else if you reject him.

"I don't want someone new," Levi sighed calmly, "I want them."

That made Erwin and Hanjie look at each other again. Oh, he's really in love. Really, Erwin clears his throat as he inhales and looks at Levi with his calm, ocean blue eyes.

"If you confess, what would you say?" asks Erwin, which caused Hanjie to roar in laughter.

"Will you marry me?"

"Shorty, that's not how you say it!" Hanjie laughs harder, causing Levi to stand up and shake them violently to stop laughing, his face tinted with red and his eyes bulging out of his sockets.

Erwin attempts to contain his laughter, but Levi snaps his head at him. If Erwin isn't a commander, Levi might do the same to Hanjie. Even so, he returns to his chair, averting his gaze as he crosses his arms and taps his foot once more.

Hanjie adjusts their uniform, still grinning. "How about not that. If you're not up to tell your feelings, why not buy something for them at least?" Erwin suggested. "That way, they instantly know the gesture and that you can tell them you like them."

"How would I know what they want?" Levi huffs, "They're never told me the things they'd like."

"Flowers." Hanjie suggested, "If you can't tell what they like, then maybe start giving them gifts."

"Eugh. What if they are allergies to flowers?"

"Nonsense! There's an open flower shop down town; they give the best flowers. Trust me, they'll love what you bought!"

Levi thinks for a moment and nodded slowly, "I guess I'll buy it. Is worth the money to spent."

Erwin nodded in comprehension as Hanjie clapped their hands, and Levi got up from his chair and gave him the thumbs up. He modifies his carvant, restyles his hair, and pats his fictitious dust on his clothing. After closing his eyes and taking a long breath, he felt as though he was ready for anything.

"I am ready," He says checking the time. "I should be going."

Hanjie gave him a roar of support and Erwin do the same.

"And if anything happens, pull out method is your champion!" Hanjie exclaimed before Levi departed.

He gave them the finger.

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Levi never asks you whether you're free, so you were rather anxious. Your dying crush on your captain asked you that question for the first time, and you replied in the affirmative. Why did you say Yes? Why did you readily acquiesce and now pay the price?!

Oh my, Sina walls. What's got into you?!

You have been pacing around for minutes after he ordered you to meet up in his office. You have attempted to divert your attention by looking at anything in his office to calm yourself, but this isn't working. This isn't even functioning!

What is he going to do? Murder you? Asks you to clean the quarters from top to bottom? Clean horses? Kick Jean and Eren to stop them from fighting again? Do more paperwork? Ripped Erwin's bushy eyebrows at one point Levi told you he hates those?

You clutched your hair in exasperation, as though you wanted them to tear it out. The moment you saw him for the first time, you were infatuated. He is the most skilled soldier in humanity, a captain, an ackerman, a clean freak, and attractive. What else is there to desire in a man?

Oh lala, you are so in love!

On several occasions, you begged Mikasa for assistance in confessing Captain Levi Ackerman. Even though she's bored of you chatting about Levi for so long, she still wants to choke you with her red scarf.

She indeed helped yes and was very supportive calmly, but that one conversation still lingered in your mind that may or may not you despise her:

"If he has a short dick like his height, you choose the wrong man."

You picked the right one, man, hell! You always do; you know that. To boost your confidence even further, he is the ideal man you have been looking for! You choose him the first you lay eyes on that gorgeous face, and you're not backing down.

At last, you took a exhaled deeply, and let everything out. You must maintain your composure. When Levi arrives at this office, you follow his instructions as always.

Click.

Looking up to see Levi enters the office, your jaw drops to the floor. Your eyes bulge in shock at the scene unfold. What the fuck?

Levi has chocolate with a teddy bear and the largest bouquet of flowers. He handed you the flowers and set the chocolate and teddy bear on the desk, facing you. Holding on to them as your arms nearly give out from the weight.

"Wh-What I am gonna do with these flowers, sir? P-put them in your vase?" You stammered your words to your shock Levi shakes his head.

"Not put them in the vase, is for you." He says, crossing his arms as your eyes wide in shock. For you? This all for you?!

"Sorry, what?" You blink at him. Levi scoffs as he looks away, a red hue across his cheeks and his eyebrows furrowered. "For me?"

"Yes, for you." Levi begins, "I have to fight a rich guy from the flower shop, saying he doesn't care if I am a captain or humanity's strongest; he needs those flowers for his girlfriend."

You are stunned at your spot. Your blood reached to your cheeks, and you tried to let out some words, but it got stuck in your throat. Is this.. something you'd been dreaming about? Levi confessing to you? Or this is something else.

"You don't have to fight—"

Levi cuts you off with his hand. "He's rich fucker, and he can get what he wants. To me, that's well spent money. Do you not like it? I also bought chocolate and teddy for you."

You nodded at him and swallowed as you looked at the flowers. They are lovely, fresh from the roots, and their scent is delightful. They are also well maintained. This was completely unexpected; in fact, it's more akin to a startling turn of events!

"Why give it to me?" You asks, placing the boquet on the floor. "I don't... I.."

"You deserves it," Levi says pocketing his hands as he looks at his boots. This is is now or never, "Is because I like you."

You were absolutely shocked! You felt the time was frozen in place upon hearing what he just said. You have to make sure this is true, not some sick joke.

"I'm sorry repeat that?"

Levi gave a tch sound, his brows twitch as his face redden deeply. Oh Lord, are you deaf? It felt like torture to say it again, "I like you, brat. Have you not heard it the first time I'd said it?"

Silence fell. Your lack of response made Levi feel nauseous. He was mentally cursing himself from the inside out while you stood there in a state of dumbfoundedness. He shouldn't have spoken or done these things because he felt worse right now. Fortunately, he has a window in his office, so he can jump out of it and leave if things go badly or simply leave his office without speaking to you.

No, that would be rude.

Finally after a while, Levi's face washed up in relief and glint of happiness from his silver eyes: "I like you too."

You felt lighter and as though a load had been lifted when you uttered that. You were so joyful that you thought you were in heaven. You like him, and he likes you too.

"Since when?" You asks.

"Since the day I have my eyes on you."

Oh, you two were on the same boat.

"Same here."

Levi smiled warmly at you, and you thought you had won the lottery because it was the first time he had ever smiled, much less for you and you alone.

You were the luckiest person alive, and thank the walls you have crushed on Levi; if not, then this poor man will go to shambles. Who doesn't want to have a crush on Levi?

As Levi took your hand in his, he entwined his fingers and pressed his lips to your knuckles, sealing the two of you together.

"Then we can get marry after?" Levi looks at you with his warm, soften eyes.

Thank to the wall again!

You wheeze, kissing his knuckles as well. "It's too soon, Levi. Once the titan dissapeared from this world, then we'll get married."

And Levi never felt more happier from that.

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[mydarlingedits]

🌠 for hange zoe snk :gayerma: 🧪

HANJI ZOË

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

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[natsuki208]

Happy Birthday to my best girl Hange Zoe! 🎉 🎉

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pfpanimes]

⌕ shingeki no kyojin • hange. 🏳️‍🌈

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[6spicy6satan6]

ill never forgive wit studio for vaguely fem coding hanji because now we have to deal with people ignoring that they’re non-binary forever

[marsbutterfly]

Too Sweet

Summary: For the past few weeks, Hanji has locked themselves away in their office, away from prying eyes, including your own. But your heart can clearly tell when something is wrong with your beloved.

a/n: hey everyone <3 this story is entirely based on the cover art by my amazing artist friend @kylekoraki ! please show them some love and everyone say "thank you" to kyle for drawing this! <3 here's their twitter as well <3

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: canon setting, fem!reader, non-binary!hanji zoe, no warnings really, just some heavy kissing. not really beta read, we die like men <3

 ao3 | wattpad | cover by: @kylekoraki | wc: 4.2k

You knock on the door. Once, twice, thrice. No answer. A grunt escapes your lips and you roll your eyes, repeating the action. Once, twice, thrice. Nothing again. Now a frown takes the place of the smile that used to rest on your face, you know they are in there, you can hear the papers being shuffled around, the tapping of their pen, the shadow of their body as they pass by the door, even faintly the sound of the ice that clinks around their whiskey glass.

You raise your hand to knock again, but before you even have the chance, the door opens. Barely enough for any light to make it through but you see the faint silhouette of Hanji's lips pouting. "You know that when someone doesn't answer, it means they want to be left alone, right?" Their voice is low, almost as if they are making sure to remain quiet to not attract any more unnecessary attention.

"But... it's me.." you respond just as softly, a pout of your own forming, "I'm not like other people."

“y/n…” They begin, moving their glasses from the spot on their face towards the top of their head, pushing their bangs backward in the meantime. Their brown eyes stare at you for what feels like forever, their mind hiding behind an ocean of thoughts and an expression you can’t quite decipher this time around.

They want you to stay, to hold you in their arms as they sit here in the comforting silence of your presence, but instead, they shake their head, trying their best to remove any thoughts of what your warmth would do to them. A heavy sigh makes its way past their lips, the eyebags under their eyes more present than ever as they begin to talk again.

“Please, I’m fine,” they respond. What Hanji fails to realize is that their voice did a slight tremble, not noticeable to anyone else but you know them better than the palm of your own hand. They are the pure representation of your heart beating outside of your chest, so seeing them in such distress is enough to make you act against direct orders, consequences be damned.

“You are not,” you respond. Their office is a mess, their research papers scattered around with drawings and models of flying boats, new weapons, and ways to improve the Survey Corps all around. A thousand and one ideas, some connecting and some just scattered around the wind. 

The whiskey bottle that until a few weeks ago rested full to the brim on their bookshelf now finds itself on its last few sips, the curtains are drawn so no amount of light other than the small candles at the edge of their table can exist in the room and you even notice a few shards of broken glass, probably meaning that they have dropped a cup or two, either from exhaustion or from not being able to see in the dark.

“When was the last time you ate anything?” You ask, gently taking the whiskey glass out of their hand. You notice a small blush creeping its way onto their cheeks as their eyes pointedly avoid yours and, by these simple reactions, you can tell it has been a while, “You’re losing weight.”

They try to reach for the glass once more but you shake your head, pulling it further away. Even though they are stronger than you and could easily take it back if they wanted to, they don't. Instead, Hanji leans against their desk, crossing their arms in front of their chest as they let out a heavy sigh. They want to lie, to tell you they are fine, and pretend like nothing is wrong, but before a single false promise about their well-being can make its way past their lips, you speak up again.

“I can tell you haven’t been sleeping,” your voice is soothing, not an ounce of frustration or anger behind it, just plain worry. You take a step closer, fully prepared for another rejection but it doesn’t come this time around, though you still don’t dare take a deep breath until the moment your fingertips brush against their left cheek, just slightly beneath their eyepatch, “you look exhausted.”

“Now that’s just rude!” An exhausted chuckle escapes their lips as they nuzzle their face into your hand, their expression contorting from anguish to a somewhat relaxed one and it causes your heart to nearly stop for a second before between at three times the usual speed, you are convinced they can hear it from where they stand. “I’ll have you know that I look awesome.”

It’s your turn to chuckle, your worries melting away for simply a second before coming back at full force, knowing way too well that redirecting attention and humor have always been Hanji’s favorite ways of avoiding a serious conversation.

“Hanji…” You start, your tone of voice sounding just as exhausted and defeated as theirs. It drags a loud sigh out of their chest, but as their mouth opens to complain, you continue, a begging tone in your voice as your eyes fill with unwashed tears, “Please, just talk to me.”

That look is enough to cause a painful bang to shoot throughout their body, their heart dropping to their stomach with the knowledge that it is their fault that you look this way. So, without even realizing it, they are already taking a couple of steps forward, hands tightly grasping at your hips as they lean their forehead against yours.

“I’ve just been so busy,” they whisper, the broken tone in their voice creates a tight knot in your throat and the sensation only grows stronger as they continue to speak, “Paperwork, meetings, and any free time I have I go to the lab, trying to complete some old experiments I’ve had from years ago. Even if I try to sleep, I just… Lay there, staring at the ceiling, maybe getting two or three hours here and there.”

You sigh, your arms immediately wrapping around their neck as you pull them close. Their eyelashes bat against the skin of your neck as they close their eyes, a shaky breath escaping them as they inhale your scent, focusing on the way your body feels and smells.

At that moment, an idea hits you. Without disturbing the hug, you look around the messy room, quickly taking in the setting before noticing that, for once, their couch rests next to the window, uncluttered and undisturbed. 

Reluctantly, you pull away from them and the first thing you can hear is a grunt of disapproval. Once your eyes meet again, their pupils are so big, they could only be compared to a puppy dog that has just discovered steak for the first time, pleading, begging even, “Why’d you do that?”

Without an answer, your hand slides with theirs, fingers lacing and fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Their palm is slightly wet, though you can’t quite place if it is from the condensation from the whiskey glass they held earlier or if it is from nervous sweats. Regardless, all you can focus on is how warm their presence feels close to you.

You don’t speak, instead, you just guide their body towards the couch, their feet dragging behind you, “what are we doing?” They ask, their eyes already fighting to remain open in a combination of the exhaustion and the fuzzy feeling from being drunk, the comfort you bring them doesn’t help either. They are clearly forcing themselves to stay awake, wanting to spend all of this time with you instead of stubbornly trying to push you away.

“We are not doing anything,” you respond, taking a seat on the couch. Your free hand brushes against the spot next to you and they quickly catch onto what you are hinting, your words finally clicking in their head as they flash you a confused look, “You, on the other hand, are going to sleep for a while.”

Their eyes widen for a second as your words take them by surprise, a small groan of protest making its way past their chapped lips, “mmmmm, noo, I can’t… I have so much work that I need to get done… I don’t... Have time to sleep.”

Carefully, you bring your hand towards the back of their head, pulling the ponytail holder out of their hair to make sure they are more comfortable for the next step, which includes guiding their head down towards your thighs. It doesn’t take much effort nor does Hanji put up much of a fight, their body is completely exhausted after all.

“Mmmm,” they whine, their voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and stubbornness, almost like a child who refuses to lay down for nap time, but once again, they don’t put up a fight, “damn it, how could I ever say no to you?”

“You can’t,” you chuckle, your fingers beginning to comb through the knots in their hair, detangling the strands, your nails gently scratching their scalp while you are at it, “I promise I will be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your words are soft, carrying so much love that it is almost impossible for Hanji not to melt on the spot. The warmth of your legs combined with the feeling of your fingers going through their hair is finally enough to relax their overly exhausted body, their eyes finally closing and you use your free hand to remove their glasses, hanging it up on the neckline of your shirt.

“Finnneeeee,” Hanji whines once more, turning their body over so their face is buried in your stomach, their slim body now curled into a small ball on the couch and you can’t help but smile at the sight, “but do not let me sleep for more than thirty minutes. An hour, tops.”

You lift your eyes slightly to take a look at the clock on the wall, a gift from Kiyomi to celebrate your relationship. Silently, you take note of the time and look back down at your beloved, a soft, whispered “okay” leaving your lips.

“I’m serious,” Their voice starts sounding more sluggish by the second, their mind already starting to drift off but they fight back sleep for a few extra minutes, just enough to finish the conversation between the two of you, their voice extremely drowsy, “I’ll be mad if you don’t wake me up.”

“I would not dream of doing such a thing,” you respond, unsure if they recognize the mischievous tone in your words or not, but truly hoping that, if they do, they are simply choosing to ignore it. Even so, the way you speak brings them so much comfort, a sense of peace they haven’t felt since becoming commander, “just sleep, my love. I’ll be here.”

The moment Hanji hears you whisper that promise, the certainty that you will be here when they wake up, it’s like a switch flips inside of their mind and they finally allow their body to relax against your touch. Much like a cat, they purr as you continue to run your fingers through their hair, unable to avoid the smile that is now stamped on their lips.

“Thank you, love you,” they whisper, their voice is barely audible and you almost miss it. You don’t even have time to respond before they are completely asleep, the weight of the countless sleepless days finally catching up with their body.

When the first hour passes, you look up from your book, your eyes landing on the clock before making their way down towards Hanji’s face. They look so peaceful, their breathing is so calm and even that it soothes your own worries away and it takes every ounce of your strength not to lay down and nap with them. 

The decision to let them continue their slumber is an easy one. Eventually, you notice a small smile that tugs the corner of their lips in their sleep and you can’t help but wonder and hope that they are dreaming of you. Nevertheless, your fingers continue to go through the strands of their hair, even if it makes flipping the pages of your book a bit difficult, you manage to find a solution by placing it down on the armrest of the couch before using your pinky and ring fingers to hold the object down while the remaining digits flip towards the next page.

Another hour goes by and you start to ponder if you should wake them up. Maybe letting them sleep for this long wasn’t such a good idea, especially since you know they have to return to their duties as commander of the Survey Corps, such as continuing their research and sketching plans for the flying boat. But you can see it in their expression, the small specs of the bubbly person they used to be finally showing back up on their features as they sleep, small reminders of the bright light that has saved you from darkness more times than you can count.

You gasp softly when Hanji stirs slightly in your lap, your heart clenching in your chest as you continue to look down at them, scared that you moved too much and it caused them to wake up. Their expression is still undisturbed, almost like a cat that has just found the warmest spot on the window sill and you catch yourself smiling at them. A silly, love-sick smile that only they can bring out of you.

As the third-hour rolls by and you are trying to convince yourself that it is time to wake them up, you hear a knock on the door and your entire body freezes. You find yourself torn by the two options:

1) Do you say something loudly enough for the person on the other side to hear and risk waking Hanji up in a stressful way before throwing them directly into a situation in which they need to be the Commander, and not the bubbly Hanji Zoe you once loved so dearly.

2) You silently hope that the soldier on the other side will either go away soon or open the door quietly. The couch, though it is by the window, still has a perfect view of the front door to their office, so the person would quickly notice the situation and you would be able to calmly wake Hanji at your own pace, without any negative or stressful interactions.

A second, more forceful knock comes and you notice Hanji slowly starting to shift on your lap. The annoyed expression on your face morphs into one of anger and, as the shadow on the door side moves to knock for a third time, you decide to throw a pillow at the surface.

The person stops midway with their movements before their hand slowly comes to rest on the knob, twisting it slightly as the door quietly swings open. In front of you stands a very nervous scout, one of the new recruits, who hasn’t even been able to choose a specialty yet. His hands are trembling and he nearly drops the stack of papers he holds in his grasp, eyes bugging out of his skull as he looks at you and the sleeping figure on your legs.

“P-paperwork… F-for the C-Commander…” His voice is quiet and trembling, almost as if he is stepping directly into a monster’s lair. You realize in this moment just how intimidating Hanji is in everyone else’s perspective but your own and you can’t help but smile. You nod and gesture your head towards their desk, placing your index finger in front of your lips.

“I-it’s from… Instructor S-Shadis,” he says in the quietest of whispers, but you could already tell. Keith Shadis’ ugly handwriting was something you could identify from a mile away if you had to, “r-reports about… T-the ranking c-ceremony.”

“Thank you,” you mouth the words softly, your fingers moving on Hanji’s hair. They look so small and calm, almost like a harmless kitten, a direct contrast to the authoritative figure that can command an entire room with just a single look in their eye.

The boy nods, his trembling legs making their way towards the wooden table and carefully placing the new stack of paper next to the old ones, trying his best to make sure it is neatly organized while desperately avoiding eye contact with you. He does a quick salute towards you before eagerly exiting the room and you can nearly hear his breath of relief once he is out of sight, outside the closed doors.

You shake your head before looking down at Hanji once more to see a smile on their face. You roll your eyes, “how long have you been awake for?”

The smile on their face grows bigger, their eyes opening slowly to look at you, still a blurry image from the lack of their glasses but still enough for their heart to beat slightly faster, “since the first knock.” Of course, you think to yourself, “How long was I asleep for?”

You look at the clock, and a part of you wants to lie, say it’s only been thirty minutes or so but when you look out the window, you realize the sun has already started to set, making it impossible for such a thing to be even remotely believable. You sigh again.

“Around three hours…” You respond in a sheepish voice, avoiding their gaze. Immediately, Hanji sits up, placing their glasses above the bridge of their nose and looking at the clock on the wall. Once they look back at you, you can see the slightly irritated expression on their face and you feel like you could just shrink and disappear under such a harsh gaze.

“y/n, you promised!” They blur out and you can tell it isn’t anger or irritation… It’s an intense pile of anxiety, hidden behind the harsh facade they attempt to put up. They’re scared that something went wrong in the period they have been sleeping, like the Survey Corps might have fallen apart and they were doing something so useless such as taking a nap. A single thought is going through their mind, those words they have been chanting like a mantra since the fateful day in Shiganshina.

Erwin Would Never.

You stand up a mere second after them, watching closely as their hands grip the edges of the desk and their head hangs low, hips tilted forward in a desperate attempt to hold themselves upright. It breaks your heart to see them like this and, no matter how much you agree with Erwin that Hanji should be the next Commander, you can’t forgive him for leaving such a massive responsibility on their shoulders.

So your arms wrap around their waist, your cheek finding a perfect spot in the area between their shoulder blades. You nuzzle your face against their vest, nearly purring as you do. The smell of Hanji’s skin, mixed with a little bit of sweat as a result of their nap awakens the butterflies in your stomach and the only thing able to bring you out of your thoughts is the broken sound of their voice.

“How long were you going to let me sleep for?” They whisper, a hint of desperation behind their tone and you notice they are shaking. You tighten your grip around them.

“For as long as you needed,” you respond and, at the sound of their quiet sob, your heart shatters. “You haven’t been eating or sleeping, you are drinking in the middle of the day and, well, you are pulling away from me.”

With a long sigh, they turn around, a defeated expression on their face, “Y/n, I’m a mess. I’ve always been a mess. I’m always overthinking things, I’m mean, I’m stubborn, please. I need to catch up on my work, it’s so much paperwork and it just keeps piling up…”

“Hanji, you’re spiraling,” you whisper, fingertips almost featherlike as they brush against their arm. You hope and pray and nearly fall to your knees begging that they will listen to your voice, that they will give you time to make your case and prove that they are so much more than anything they are thinking, but they continue.

“Erwin’s one mistake was making someone like me the commander,” they whisper in the most defeated tone you have ever heard. It’s like something in your mind snaps and you immediately grab a hold of their wrist, flipping them around before pressing your body against theirs on the table.

“Now you listen to me and you listen good,” your voice is stern in a way Hanji had never heard before, it’s filled with pain, heartache, and still so much love, “Erwin wouldn’t have made you Commander if he didn’t think you would be a perfect choice. And I agree.”

Hanji wants to protest, they want to contradict you but the desperate look in your eyes convinces them to remain silent. Instead, they focus all of their attention on your words, into the amount of effort it takes you not to break into tears as you listen to their self-deprecating words, the doubt in their mind. They focus on the way your lips move and how desperately they want to kiss you.

“You are the reason why we were able to eradicate titans outside the wall, you created the thunder spears that were enough to scare off the armored titan,” you continue, the trembling in your hands is so intense you can barely contain your grip on them but you don’t let go nevertheless, “Moblit sacrificed himself for you because he believed you could guide us towards the world outside the walls. Erwin entrusted the Survey Corps to you because you are the most brilliant person any of us has ever seen. Please, just… Tell me you at least believe me.”

They don’t respond, not because they don’t want to, but because their voice won’t come out. It’s as if their brain has lost connection with their vocal chords and all they can focus on is the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. 

So in one swift move, Hanji grabs a hold of your wrist and immediately switches places with you. You can’t help but yelp quietly, especially when you feel their hands grasping at the back of your thighs as they lift you. Your hands reach behind you, carefully assessing the area while trying not to mix any of their paperwork, but Hanji doesn’t have a single care in the world that isn’t you at this moment.

Their eyes hungrily stare at your lips and, with a silent nod of their head, you push away all the papers that were once so neatly organized on their desk. Once you are sitting down and your legs wrap around their waist, Hanji wastes no time in sealing their lips with yours, a delighted hum escaping your body once they do.

You wrap your arms around their neck, allowing your fingers to venture through the messy strands of their hair. Their fingers dig into your hips, strong enough to nearly leave a few bruises but neither of you care, the need you have for each other overwhelms any and every other one of your senses.

Their tongue slowly glides on your lower lip before they gently take it in between their teeth, pulling the skin towards them. After a few seconds, they let go and immediately begin to silently beg for entrance, using the tip of their tongue to nudge your lips apart and it doesn’t take you long to indulge.

They pull you closer to themselves, your bodies pressed together without a single inch of free space as they hold you, nearly afraid that you might disappear the second they loosen their grip. It’s the first time you have kissed in what feels like forever, even if it has been just a few weeks.

You can’t help but focus on the taste of whiskey in their mouth, it’s completely different from anything ever made inside the Walls. It nearly tastes “expensive”, for the lack of a better word. It’s been hours since they have last taken a sip and the flavor is still so vivid on their tongue. So much so that it nearly burns once your saliva begins mixing.

It’s only when the need for air becomes unbearable that the two of you pull away, a small string of saliva connecting your bodies. You run your tongue over your lip, breaking that connection and still getting one last taste of them. The sight causes a shiver to run down Hanji’s spine and they smile, gently placing their forehead against yours.

“I needed that,” they whisper, a smile stamped across their face and you nod, “I’m sorry for pushing you away, I’m just… Having a lot of big feelings that I couldn’t express but I have you now.”

“It’s okay, just don’t forget that I am here for and with you, okay?” You whisper back in a love-filled voice and they smile once more, nodding their head as their grip around you tightens ever so slightly, “You still taste like home.”

“Yeah? And what does that taste like?” They chuckle, nuzzling their nose against yours, enough that you can feel their glasses against your face.

“Like expensive whiskey,” you respond and Hanji laughs, the sound you’ve missed most these past few weeks and you are reminded yet again that home is whatever, wherever and whenever you are with them. No matter what.

[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2024.

Day 3 - Stuck with me.

Hanji Zoe x Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: hanji is non-binary in this one-shot, if you have any issues with this take it elsewhere.

Summary: you and Hanji find comfort in each other after a devastating loss.

Word count: 1.8k

CW: NSFW and adult content, mention of loss and death, angst, fingering, dry-humping/grinding, bottom/switch Hanji, oral (f!giving) and swearing.

You sat on your spouse bed as they sat beside you hands clasped together, head downturned, the smell of the ocean filled the room and acted as a constant reminder that you and everyone else on this boat were travelling to your doom. “Hanji it’ll be okay, we’ll be able to make them see” you hummed and you laid a hand over their’s, they sighed and leaned into you, resting their head in the crook of your neck before taking a deep breath and flopping down onto their back. “You’re amazing, almost too good for me… ya know that” hanji hummed and you fell back next to them, you pinched their nose and frowned, “that’s not true and you know it” you whispered and kissed their cheek before letting go of their nose.

Hanji had always doubted your relationship with them, though you both loved each other it wasn’t always like that, as you were originally in an incredibly serious relationship with a close friend of hanji’s, Moblit Berner. The relationship was so serious you’d both spoke of marriage and children, although despite your relationship with Moblit, hanji was also in love with your boyfriend and you were sure if you hadn’t drunkenly confess your feelings for the man, he’d be with them rather then yourself. Despite your dislike for hanji and their dislike for you, you both kept it civil for Moblit’s sake, however when he died you were both so lost, your world had fallen to pieces and you could tell so had Hanji’s. You and Hanji began to spend more time together, you felt at peace being around someone who was so close to Moblit, Hanji had always resented you for ‘stealing’ Moblit from them, that was until he was gone and they had begun to see how much you loved him by how much you hurt, they also saw how giving you were and realised you were exactly what Moblit had needed. Moblit was a giver, he’d always given all his time and energy to Hanji, but with you, he didn’t need to give much, because you were always so willing to give him everything, you were just like him and just what he needed, however he was no longer here, leaving you with so much to give and no one to give it too.

Hanji was surprised to see you at their door only a week after Moblit’s funeral, you held a covered pot in your hands and a weak smile on your face, “I made a little too much Borscht and thought you might like some” you spoke just above a whisper, hanji nodded and gestured for you to come in. Hanji grabbed out two bowls and spoons before sitting at the dining room table, you scooped some into the bowls and sat across from Hanji before beginning to silently eat, Hanji noticed the food was still hot, like you had cooked it and then came straight over, “thank you but why didn’t you share this meal with your neighbours” they asked as they took a large spoonful and ate it, you looked down at your bowl sadly “he’d always talk about how you’d forget to eat and he’d have to practically force feed you… it got to the point he’d ask me to make an extra portion just for you…” you looked up at them and felt tears sitting in the corner of your eyes, “…and… and now… I’m supposed to only cooking for one… but I-” you cut yourself off with a sob following this you took a deep breath in and looked back down at your bowl. “Keep cooking for me, I’m always hungry and I’m hopeless at cooking…” Hanji chuckled before continuing to eat and so it became a regular thing. It became quite normal to see you and Hanji walking around the markets picking out ingredients for meals, you’d both grown close and you could definitely see why Moblit liked to spend time with them and if you were being honest you’d started to fall for them, Moblit’s death still hurt but it had been a year and Hanji had made everyday easier. You sat on Hanji’s couch with a glass of wine in your hand, “you know this tastes really good for the ‘cheap’ stuff” you chuckled and slipped on the half empty glass, “what can I say, I’m a person of fine taste” they smirked and took a large gulp from their glass while sticking up their pinkie, you laughed and shook your head before placing down your glass, “stay there, I brought the perfect meal to go with this” you stood up and walked over to the small picnic basket you brought with you, before taking out a kind of covered board and walking back to them, “ohhh what’s this…?” They hummed as you placed the board down and uncovered it, “tada! It a charcuterie board” you smiled and sat back down, Hanji was quick to start eating the food on the board before continuing on with your conversation. You both chatted about all kind of things, however a small silence fell over both of you, “you know I miss him…” Hanji stated almost out of nowhere and you blinked at them before nodding, “me too… I- I wish he had the chance to see the ocean” you smiled and swirled the drink around in the glass, Hanji hummed in agreement and placed a hand on your knee, “I’m gonna be here for you no matter what… you got that?” They smiled and squeezed your knee, you chuckled and nodded before leaning into them for a hug. You placed down your glass and wrapped your arms around them, Hanji copied your action and moved in closer to you, “I- I… umm” Hanji stumbled as they pulled away and looked down at their lap, “what’s wrong?” You asked and they looked up at you with a red face, “I think I really like you… but I don’t want to take advantage of your grief” they sighed as the turned and rested their head in their hands, you smiled and rubbed their back “Hanji, I like you too and yes, I’m still grieving but I want to start slowly moving on” you smiled as they looked up at you in shock, you leant in and kissed they cheek, Hanji hugged you and gave you a soft kiss to your lips.

Dinners became dates and hugs became kisses, long passionate kisses. You and Hanji stood in the kitchen holding each other as your lips locked in a fiery dance, Hanji’s hands began to wonder and found refuge under your shirt, you gasped at the coldness of their hands and chuckled as they pinched your skin, soon enough you and Hanji found your way to the bedroom, you laid on the bed and Hanji leaned over you, “this isn’t too fast? I don’t want to rush you” they smiled and you shook your head, “no, we’re not going too fast…” you grabbed their collar and pulled them in, “are you sure-“ Hanji panicked but before they could finish, you kissed along their neck up to their ear, “let’s do it” you giggled, to then moved to open your legs and hike up your skirt in the process, Hanji then shifted and pressed their hips in between your spread legs, “have you ever done it with someone like me?” They asked as they removed your shirt.

You hadn’t but what did it matter, Hanji was your partner, your lover… and lovers make love, that’s what you wanted, that’s what you needed.

“I’ve had sex before, and I don’t need a cock to enjoy myself” you chuckled and turned your body so that you were now straddling them, you made a move to unzip your skirt before lifting it up your waist and up over your head, “pretty graceful, huh” you smirked and tossed the fabric to the side.

There you sat over Hanji, naked, completely naked, you then moved their hands and placed them on your hips before you slowly started rolling your hips as if you were riding a cock, they hummed and rubbed circles on your bare skin, “you seem like a professional” they groaned watching as your puffy clit rubbed against their coarse fabric, “oh yeah… but you make me like this” you whined breathlessly, Hanji laughed and pressed your further onto them, you moaned loudly “Hanji, more… more pressure” you whimpered, suddenly they grabbed your legs and flipped the both of you so they were over you and grinding their hips into you.

You grabbed at their waistband of their pants, “I need to feel your skin against me” you moaned and tug at the fabric, they slowly pull back and remove their pants and shirt, take in their appearance and you feel your face going red, they were just so attractive, almost too attractive. You gently reaching out for the bandages around their chest, “are you comfortable taking this off?” You asked and they look away, before shaking their head “I’m sorry I can’t yet” Hanji glances at you only for a moment and you smile, “don’t be sorry, I’m not upset, this is all about comfort and trust” you grab their cheeks and look them in the eye, “I want you to be comfortable” you kiss them and move a hand down their stomach to their cunt.

Your fingers brushed over Hanji’s clit and they moaned, pressing their hips into you, you began slowly moving two fingers inside them, “oh fuck” Hanji cried and ground their hips in time with your fingers, you placed soft kisses on their neck and whispering praises against their skin, “I’m close… please” Hanji moaned and their hips shuttered, as they hunched over and rested their face in the crook of your neck, “you’re so sexy when you cum” you hum and pull back, you push them down and climbed back onto them, straddling their thigh you smiled and kissed their cheek, Hanji took a sharp breath in as they felt your knee pressed into their core while you began grinding yourself onto their thigh, “trying to make me cum again?” Hanji huffed out and you grinned, “I always want you to feel good” you moaned and began to focused on your movements.

Hanji watched your body wind and grind on them, working yourself as well as them to an orgasm, you really were a giver in everything you did, they wondered for a moment if this is what it was like for Moblit when he was with you.

“Well your stuck with me” they moaned, eye glued on your body as your hips twisted and you throw your head back, coming down from your high you moved to lay between Hanji’s open legs, kissing over their trembling core, “good” you breathlessly chuckled and began working your tongue into them.

Simptember Masterlist

Day 2 - Dabi/Toya Todoroki: Psycho B*tch

Day 4 - Tamaki Amajiki: Comparison

[yourfaveisintersex]

Hanji Zoë from Attack on Titan is intersex, and they have gynecomastia! They are also canonically non-binary in the manga, their gender being described as ambiguous. Unfortunately however (as the requester adds) they're often percieved as a woman by the anime, and the fandom in general.

Intersex flag-only edits under the cut!

[aengelren]

Here comes the chronically online shippers, i truly couldn’t care less about aruani so you’re wasting your time+we’ll see in the final guidebook since this isn’t post ending. But again, i truly do not care and this was more of a joke to feed into the the narrative I’ve been posting abt the past few days, so don’t waste your time correcting me++this is legit canon as of the material of the show itself

So you’re telling me Armin and Annie legit canonically didn’t marry because Armin felt guilty towards Eren…and that this is canon?

[erening]

actually the attack on titan fandom piss me the fuck off because it’s all ‘we want lgbt characters’ when it’s SHIPPING, but as soon as there is very obviously a non-binary character it’s ‘well actually it’s up for interpretation.’

(and yet everyone’s interpretation is always a cis woman? nobody calls hanji a man.)

everyone can very clearly see that ymir is a lesbian even if the words “she is a lesbian” have never been explicitly said — it’s just obvious. but for hanji you won’t bother to read between the lines in the same way? ok. You guys want gay characters and not trans ones lmfao

[youre-ackermine]

Hello Val and congratulations for 300 followers 🥳💕

Love your blog lovely Val!!! I know you're into levihan BUT for the event can I request some pikuhan NSFW? If you don't mind of course! 🙏

Modern Actor AU behind the scenes where they're both actresses would be great OR Journalist Pieck interviewing AOT Actress Hanji. Whatever your choice things heat up between them 😏 You can listen to Alyson Stoner's "Fool" and Baum's "Hot Water" for inspo 💕

Feel free to ignore this request if that makes you uncomfortable (it'd make me sad though but I understand if it's not your cup of tea😢)

TYSM 💕💕

Hey lovely anon ✨

I'm glad you like my blog!

Thank you so much for sending me this request. Writing a Pikuhan drabble was a challenge but I didn't want to make you sad so here it is! I hope you'll like it ✨

Thanks for my beta/proof reader Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for her help ❤️

Also tagging @smol-lydia 🫶

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English is not my usual language

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Behind the Scenes

Characters: Hange Zoe / Pieck Finger / Levi Ackerman / Armin Arlert

Pairing: Pikuhan / Levihan

Wordcount: 2100 approx.

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

Warnings: NSFW+18 - MDNI / Swearwords

Cheeks blushing hot, Armin was looking out the window on purpose as he tried to ignore the lewd sounds invading the limo. His knuckles turned white from how hard he held his glass and his leg wouldn't stop bouncing from nervousness.

"Tch… Go get a room for fuck's sake! You're embarrassing the kiddo!" Levi rolled his eyes.

The couple pulled away from each other for a second, briefly catching their breaths before diving into their passionate kiss again.

Levi emptied his own flute of expensive, delicious champagne, clicking his tongue appreciatively. Not even minding to hide the smirk on his face, he noticed how Pieck's eyelids slowly fluttered shut, her whole expression uttering bliss as Hange kissed her.

He couldn't blame her. He knew this feeling. He remembered it. He remembered how it felt to taste Hange's lips, he remembered how his skin shivered under their feathery touch. His smile grew wider at the pleasant memory but, before any of them could catch him staring, he decided to look away and focus on adjusting his cufflinks.

The make out session on display seemed never to end, adding embarrassment to the anxiety already building up in Armin's chest before the premiere, making him sweat in agony.

Levi patted Armin's shoulder with affection, drawing a faint smile from him. The young man turned to face him, slightly less flushed than a couple moments before, and straightened his back to regain composure.

"Oi, lovebirds! We'll be there in a few minutes. We can't afford to get out of the limo so fucking disheveled, do we? So get your shit together and wipe the spit out of your faces, you're literally glistening!" Levi blurted out after a brief glance at his watch.

The lovers reluctantly parted, already longing for each other. Pieck quickly pulled out a fancy compact mirror and some lipstick from her velvet purse to touch up her makeup.

Hange turned to Levi with a beaming grin unfortunately stained by the intense kiss. Levi leaned over to them, pulling out a clean handkerchief out of nowhere and rubbing the purple lipstick off their face and lips.

"Look at your sorry ass, idiot!" he uttered in a soft voice, kneeling in front of them, his hands now tangled in Hange's messy locks in an attempt to make them look less tousled.

Hange chuckled and he smiled fondly.

"What is it, Four-Eyes?"

"We owe you big time, Shorty," they said, tenderly brushing their palm on his cheek. "Sorry to put you in such an awkward position but we can't do otherwise for now, you know." Their eyes shone with endearment as they added "thank you so so much, you're so kind Levi!"

He averted his gaze, embarrassed as always when they showed him their deep, genuine affection. He took their hand in his, placed a quick peck on their wrist and exhaled deeply to get rid of the accumulating stress. The limo finally stopped and the car door clicked. Pieck blew a kiss to Hange who mouthed "I love you" in response.

"Let's do this!" Levi exclaimed as he stepped out on the red carpet, gently dragging Hange behind him. The flashes dazzled them but their faces wore a radiant smile as Levi pulled Hange into him by their waist, both looking left and right to allow the crowd to take proper pictures of their idols. 

Holding hands, they glamorously reached and climbed the stairs, stopping at the top with Pieck and Armin to wave one last time. They finally entered the luxurious hotel.

The worst part was over.

The 'Paradis/Marley Alliance' actors shared a large round table almost deserted by now. Half the cast was on the dancefloor, twirling under the huge crystal chandeliers. 

The meal had been delicious, taken in good company and they were actually sitting side by side. Pieck couldn't be happier than in this very moment as Hange discreetly held her hand in theirs under the table and their shoulders brushed ever so slightly. She didn't dare look at her lover's handsome face but she could breathe in their earthy scent, a scent that never failed to make her blush with desire.

All of a sudden, Hange's hand slipped out of her grasp as Levi helped them get up from their chair. The music was so loud they had to lean down to whisper in her ear.

"Levi and I are going to dance for a while. Showing off as usual, of course." They winked at her and left a light peck on her earlobe, raising goosebumps on her skin. "Meet me in fifteen minutes in the library down the hall, Gorgeous."

They clung to their so-called boyfriend's arm and left with a light chuckle. Pieck's gaze followed the couple on their way to the dancefloor. They looked so good together, dancing gracefully, almost sensually. No wonder everybody thought they were still dating.

She couldn't help letting out a gasp as she realized Hange had a type. Levi and Pieck didn't look so different physically but there was a huge difference though: he was their best friend and she was the love of their life.

Levi had been nothing but the most amazing friend, helping them hide their relationship. They were lucky enough that the brief romance between Hange and him never broke their strong friendship and made the whole fake dating performance believable. They couldn't afford to be uncovered, at least not while most of the new Attack on Titan's promotion revolved around the famous and glamorous 'LeviHan' couple as it had been for several years now.

Exhausted by a week of interviews and photoshoots, Pieck dozed off a bit as she let her thoughts wander for a while. Until the boisterous yet gorgeous laughter she could recognize anywhere snapped her out of her daydream.

She held her breath and her heart skipped a beat as soon as her eyes opened again and spotted Hange's slim figure, head thrown back as they chortled in Levi's arms probably at yet another poop joke of his.

The loud pounding in her chest echoed through her whole body when she took in the enchanting sight. Their black satin suit hugged Hange's thin curves perfectly, highlighting their endless legs, their elegant shoulders and their firm ass. Their jacket barely covered the sun-kissed skin showing off in the absence of a shirt.

Her face felt hot all of a sudden, and her hands started to sweat as she watched the way Levi pulled Hange flush against his chest, the way his hand lingered on the small of their back then slipped surreptitiously down to their ass. She wished she could do this herself, in front of everyone. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, nervously licking her lips and closed her eyes for a second. She resolved to head her way to the library to end the torture.

Silence was most welcome as she entered the cool room. The dim light of a few table lamps provided an intimate atmosphere to the library, something cozy also brought by the large leather sofas arranged in front of the fireplace. She let out a weary sigh and crossed a few steps to a bookshelf, looking for something to read while waiting. Her choice fell on a collection of love poems that she started to read right away, not even bothering to sit down.

She was so engrossed in her reading that neither did she hear the door slowly opening nor the light footsteps approaching behind her.

"I'm finally here, Gorgeous."

Pieck flinched when Hange's deep voice whispered in her ear as they wrapped their arms around her waist, pressing against her back, and kept her in a warm embrace. She closed her eyes and leaned back on their chest with a sigh.

"I missed you so much, Love," she whined, "I hate it when I must hide while Levi is caressing your ass in public… It's not fair! It's mine, not his!"

Her lips tentatively curled in a cute pout but she knew there was no point in complaining. Well, she just couldn't help it. It made her feel better.

Something else never failed to make Pieck feel better and it was as if Hange could read her mind. As they delicately brushed a strand of hair off her neck, she tilted her head for them to kiss the sensitive spot below her ear. Her soft skin shivered under the light touch of their lips.

"You're right, Gorgeous, I'm all yours," they replied in a low, sultry voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

Hange's hands wandered over her purple dress, slightly stroking her toned belly up to her chest as they kissed their way down her neck. Pieck managed to bite back a moan at how their warm breath and soft pecks felt deliciously tickling on her skin.

But seconds later she couldn't help but whimper when they sneaked a hand under the velvety fabric, cupping one of her breasts, grazing their thumb over the perky nipple. Pieck felt heat pooling down her belly and turned around, a light shade of pink flecking her cheeks.

Pressing her chest against Hange's, she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around their neck to make them lean down. They gazed at each other, Pieck marveling at her lover's handsome features before her lips ghosted over theirs for a brief moment. She let her delicate fingers run through their brown hair as they tenderly stroked her back. Then, finally, their lips joined in a soft, gentle kiss.

Oh. It definitely felt like heaven. She relished in the slow motion of their mouth against hers, closing her eyes at the overwhelming sensation of warmth blooming in her chest, letting her whole body surrender to the intoxicating touch. 

Her mind went dizzy when Hange licked along her lower lip and nibbled at it, eliciting a low moan from her. She parted her lips and their tongue gently slipped into the welcoming wetness of her mouth and their hot breaths mingled as they deepened the kiss. This was nothing but pure bliss.

They made out more passionately and Hange's hands traveled down her body, prickling goosebumps all over her skin, leaving her weak in the knees.

Without breaking the kiss, they both took a few slow steps to reach a couch until she bumped into its edge. Pieck lay down on the cushions and Hange drew back just enough to take in the stunning view beneath them.

"Perfect! You're so perfect!" they uttered in a breath, their pupils black with want still raking over her body.

Pieck blushed but held their gaze. She licked her lips, breath still uneven heaving her chest, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Hange hovered over her, covering her face with wet, soft pecks. They kissed along her jawline while they caressed her over the fabric down to her thighs, one hand finally sliding its way through the slit of her dress. Her eyelids flickered and she breathed heavily under the sensual contact, her heart pounding faster in anticipation.

Pieck yearned for more of their touch. Unable to bear the wait any longer, she weaved her hands behind their head to draw them closer and captured their mouth in a heated kiss, pressing her body tightly against theirs.

Pieck trembled as their palm brushed the soft, silky skin of her thigh, her loud moans vibrating into both their throats when their fingers finally rubbed the wet patch on her lace underwear.

A sudden knock at the door snapped them out of their blissful haze. They lingered in their dazed reverie for a few confused seconds before another knock, sharper this time, definitely broke the spell.

"Oi, Four-Eyes! The fuck are you doing? No time for your pussy-licking shit or whatever!" Levi's voice was muffled from the other side of the door.

"Always so romantic and sophisticated, Shorty!"

Hange let out a heavy sigh, frowning their brows in annoyance.

"Five more minutes, Levi darling! Please!" they yelled.

"Fucking hell, no! Some bastard noticed we're not dancing anymore and shit's going to happen soon if you don't drag your sorry ass in here, Hange! We're supposed to go upstairs in "our" room to fake shag, remember?"

"Shit! You're right, Shorty!" they ranted before getting up, tugging at their crumpled suit.

Pieck rolled her eyes and puffed with exasperation.

"Ok, Gorgeous! Meet you in your room in ten?" they asked.

Hange didn't even wait for her answer. They kissed her lips with a smile and joined Levi in the hallway.

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was tagged by @aralezinspace

Were you named after anyone?

My dad. My name is the feminine version of his.

Do you have kids?

Three! 1 non-binary, 1 boy and a step-daughter - loves of my life.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I used to in my twenties. Now i'm too tired to be sarcastic or witty lol

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Body language. I'm too shy and introverted to approach people who have aggressive stances or struts.

What's your eye colour?

Depends on what I wear. Usually blue or green or grey.

Scary movie or happy ending?

I love movies that don't have happy endings. I love movies that don't have endings. Not that scary movies don't have happy endings, but I'll pick scary over fluff.

Any special talents?

Nope.

What are your hobbies?

Writing and reading and researching are my favourite. Last year I got into One Piece and I'm over 700 episodes in now, and that's my new obsession.

Have any pets?

4 cats - A brown tabby named Commander Hanji, a grey lynx mix named Nefertiti, an orange Scottish fold named Siken and a black demon one named Crowley. I also have a beardie named Kaido.

What sport do you play/have you played?

Baseball and volleyball were my strong suits.

How tall are you?

5'11'

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Biology/Chemistry/English

Dream job?

I hesitate to say writer because I'm not sure I would love it as much if I had the pressure and deadlines professional writers have.

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“Attack on Prime Autobot Anthology: A New Identity

Main Story

Optimus’ perspective

Mikasa Ackerman

Wheeljack’s Perspective

(This is something I should have done ages ago, and part of me is ashamed that I didn’t do it considering what I know.)

“So your Wrecker unit is considered like the Survey Corps correct?” Hanji asked as she continued to take some notes in the driver’s seat of Wheeljack’s alt mode.

“Did you do dangerous missions that no one would come back from?” Wheeljack asked through the radio.

“Oh, absolutely,” Hanji answered, “Survival rates were in the gutter before Optimus showed up. Hell, even Megatron helped reduce the count.”

“That will never not be shocking,” Wheeljack proclaimed.

“Thanks for taking me to the neutral ship by the way,” Hanji said to Wheeljack.

“You did tackle my hood and begged me to take you,” Wheeljack retorted, recalling how Hanji practically jumped onto the front window with a big grin on her face.

“Sorry, I’m just really excited,” Hanji apologized.

“It’s fine. You’re still a lot of fun,” Wheeljack said.

Hanji smiled a little before returning to her notes. “So back to the Wreckers, they disbanded after Cybertron went dark and you tried to find them before coming to Earth.”

“Yep,” Wheeljack answered. “We used to be a pretty big group from Combiners to Minicons.”

“And Minicons are smaller versions of you guys?” Hanji recalled.

“Yeah,” Wheeljack answered, “We saved a Minicon called Honk when the war started and they were so inspired that they wanted to join our team.”

Hanji paused at that. “They?”

“Yeah, they,” Wheeljack answered.

“Honk’s multiple people?” Hanji asked.

Wheeljack was quiet for a moment before realizing what was happening. “Oh right! You humans have this weird thing about gender!”

“Excuse you?” Hanji was confused.

“Well, from what I understand, you guys have this weird thing about being only mech or femme. Sorry, male or female. On Cybertron, it doesn’t matter. You could be they, it, all of it, none of it,” Wheeljack explained, “I think the humans got better at it now, but I haven’t been paying too much attention to that.”

“So then, Honk goes by ‘they’ and ‘them’?” Hanji asked.

“You got it,” Wheeljack answered, “Humans call it ‘non-binary’. At least that’s what Miko told me.”

Hanji hummed at that as she took some more notes in her notebook. “And non-binary people don’t have a gender?”

“No, it’s like a third gender if that makes sense,” Wheeljack answered, “You’re not a mech of femme. You’re just someone else.”

“Do I have to look a certain way?” Hanji asked.

“No you don’t have to-,” Wheeljack paused at the way Hanji phrased that question, “Something on your mind?”

Hanji thought it over as she tapped her pencil against the notebook. “Guess I’m questioning some childhood and adult related stuff.”

“...my knowledge about this stuff is a tad bit spotty,” Wheeljack proclaimed, “But I can tell you what I know.”

“That...would be great.” Hanji smiled at that.

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Later

Optimus was...a little confused. He had returned from training Eren earlier today because he wanted to collect parts that could be used as resources for the 3D gear. He went to his station where the energon liquefier was to work, but he saw Hanji on the table. She was mumbling to herself as she mulled over notes that were scattered all around her.

“Hey, Chief,” Wheeljack greeted, causing Optimus to turn to the Wrecker. He was leaning against the wall as Hanji’s mumblings continued.

“Hanji’s still on that,” Wheeljack remarked.

“What happened?” Optimus asked.

“...I think I might’ve caused an identity crisis,” Wheeljack answered.

“What?” Optimus snapped his helm to Wheeljack.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Wheeljack insisted.

Optimus’ mouth formed a thin line before he walked into the room. “Commander?”

Hanji snapped her head to Optimus and smiled. “Oh, Optimus hi! Sorry, if I’m a little distracted. I’m just going over notes I took from Wheeljack.”

“Is this about a new project?” Optimus asked.

“No, it’s about the possibility that I might be this thing called ‘non-binary’,” Hanji answered.

Optimus was surprised by Hanji’s answer before turning to Wheeljack, who merely shrugged in response.

“Well, I think,” Hanji continued, “When Wheeljack was explaining what he knew it just got me thinking about my own life. When I was a kid, I never liked dresses or even being a proper lady as my mother put it. I never really conformed to what the Walls wanted me to be as a lady because it just didn’t feel right for me. At the same time, I never felt like a man. I don’t think. I’ve worn suits; I like suits. But never felt the need to do stuff that men do, I guess. I still like how I look. I like my hair. I like my figure and don’t feel the need to change that. Maybe this is just how I feel in my gut. Wheeljack says I don’t have to look a certain way to be non-binary. I can just be me. And I have never known that there was a word for it until Wheeljack told me. There’s actually a word to what I’ve been feeling for a good portion of my life.”

Optimus could see Hanji growing more nervous as they continued. “But part of me wants to be sure? I guess? I mean what if I’m wrong about this? What if I ‘grow out of it’? What if this is sudden and I need more time? If I stay this way, will it affect the way people treat me? How many people would treat me differently? Would I lose friends because of it? I’ve always been seen as the ‘mad scientist’ or a ‘maniac’ but my contributions still mattered. Would people treat me with less respect even though I’m a commander?”

Hanji laughed before continuing. “I just...I’ve never been so...unsure about something like this before.”

Optimus sat down in the makeshift chair and folded his arms on the table. “You are afraid.”

Hanji laid back on the table and looked up at the Prime. “...yeah. I’ve faced titans, but...it’s weird to be afraid of something like this.”

“Change is daunting,” Optimus explained, “You are trying to understand another part of yourself that you might not have considered before, and you are afraid of the consequences of that.”

“Does it make it a bad thing?” Hanji asked, “What if...people think this is a choice? I don’t think it’s a choice...Is it?”

“No, it is who you are,” Optimus declared, “And your identity in this does not change the fact that you are a brilliant mind and a good friend. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side like I always have.”

Hanji felt tears coming out of their eyes and quickly wiped them away. Hanji picked up one of the papers to their notes that had a circle around the question ‘who am I?’. They flapped the paper a little before looking back up at Optimus. “In your all-seeing wisdom, you happen to have some extra information on this, would you?”

“There are a quite a few figures on both Cybertron and Earth who identify as non-binary,” Optimus explained.

“Really?!” Hanji asked excitedly.

Wheeljack could only watch in stunned silence as Optimus explained his knowledge on the matter, with Hanji listening in great interest. The Wrecker couldn’t help but smirk at the sight before leaving the two alone. Only on this world.

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A few days later

“Any idea why the Commander called this meeting?” Jean asked as the Survey Corps sat down in the makeshift classroom.

“Maybe it’s a new plan for how to deal with Marley,” Armin suggested, “Or maybe it’s about Hizuru.”

“I’m kind of hoping not,” Eren admitted, “The ambassador still rubs me the wrong way.”

The door opened again and the Survey Corps were surprised to see Nile, Pixis, and Zackley enter the room.

“Sir!” A good portion of the Survey Corps stood up and saluted their superiors.

“I assumed this was a private meeting,” Zackley remarked as they all sat down in the empty chairs that they spotted.

Nile turned his attention to Levi. “Any idea what this is about?”

“Not a clue,” Levi answered as he leaned back in his chair.

“You’re Hanji’s second in command,” Nile retorted.

“Have you actually tried to keep track of Hanji?” Levi shot back.

“...fair enough,” Nile sighed.

Hanji slightly peered inside the room, seeing the Survey Corps and military heads talking with one another. They found themselves flexing their fingers to shake the uneasiness that they were feeling.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Hanji confessed as they turned to Optimus’ holoform.

“You can do this,” Optimus reassured them, placing a hand on their shoulder, “Try to view this as one of your regular meetings.”

“But...it’s not.” Hanji smiled sheepishly, trying to hide their nervousness.

“I know,” Optimus said to them, “But no matter what happens, you will always have me as your ally.”

Hanji smiled at that. “Thanks Optimus. Can you...give me a moment and head inside?”

“Of course,” Optimus answered as he entered the room. They could hear the people in the room asking Optimus questions about their location, but the Prime stated that they would be there momentarily.

Hanji took a deep breath and slapped their cheeks. No turning back now. They were a member of the Survey Corps. They were the Commander! They could do this!

Everyone in the room turn their attention to the door as Hanji walked into the room. Hanji glanced at Optimus, who merely nodded his head in encouragement. The Commander then grabbed some chalk and turned their attention to the board before writing.

“For the past few days, I’ve been on a journey of self-discovery and identity,” Hanji explained, “I have learned that gender is a social construct and that I do not fall into the gender norms set by the Walls.”

“Wait what?” Connie spoke in confusion.

“I do not identify as a man or a woman,” Hanji continued. They finished writing before pointing to the words they wrote. “I am non-binary, and my pronouns are they/them.”

Hanji then pulled out a stopwatch and set the time. “I will now allow three minutes of questions to address confusions.”

Hanji placed the stopwatch on the table. “Go.”

“...huh?” Jean said in confusion. Hanji grew tense when Levi wordlessly got up and left the room. They turned to Optimus, but the Prime merely gave a quiet nod in reassurance. Mikasa raised her hand.

“Yes.” Hanji pointed to her.

“How long have you known?” Mikasa asked.

“I suspected since I was kid, but I didn’t have the proper knowledge until Wheeljack and Optimus told me about it,” Hanji explained.

“Gender is more of a human concept and not common on Cybertron,” Optimus explained, “We have mainly adopted it for human translation.”

“What?” Eren was baffled.

“Oh, me!” Sasha shot her hand up.

“Yes.” Hanji pointed to Sasha.

“So how does...down there work?” Sasha asked.

“My biology does not change in this situation,” Hanji answered.

“But isn’t sex and gender the same thing?” Armin asked.

“Sex is referred to the biological condition while gender is based on the cultural conditions and expectations of a society,” Optimus explained.

“So we will have to start addressing you as ‘they’ in the reports?” Nile asked.

“Is that a problem?” Hanji demanded.

“It’s going to cause some confusion for a while. I just need to be prepared,” Nile explained, “Honestly, this is not even the weirdest thing you’ve done.”

“Was this decision based on anarchy reasons?” Zackley asked.

“It’s based on acceptance of myself,” Hanji explained, “The anarchy I guess is a bonus?”

“I respect both either way,” Zackley proclaimed.

The door opened and Levi walked back into the room with a bucket in his hand. He set the bucket on the table before sitting down in his chair with his arms crossed.

“...okay,” Hanji spoke with uncertainty, “And other questions?”

Floch raised his hand. “What do we call you rank wise?”

“Them?” Jean answered with a guess.

“No, like you’re a Commander, but if ‘sir’ is meant for a man and ‘ma’am’ is meant for a woman, how do we address you?” Floch clarified.

Hanji placed their hand under their chin. “That...is a good question...Commander will work for now until further notice.”

“Thank you,” Floch said.

“Does anything about how you look change?” Eren couldn’t help but ask, “Do you just not look like a male or a female? Can it be both?”

“I can still decide how I want to dress,” Hanji explained, “Besides, I’ve never really dressed like a woman in the first place.”

“...are we going to get in trouble if we call you by your previous ‘pronouns’?” Jean asked, “Cause this might take some getting used to.”

“If it’s by accident, I won’t fault you for it,” Hanji explained.

“That’s dumb,” a scout declared.

“Excuse you?” Hanji demanded.

“It’s dumb,” the scout repeated, “This just some weird concept and you’re a w-,”

Levi shot up, grabbed the bucket, and chucked it at the Scout before he could finish his sentence. The bucket made direct contact with his face, shattering his nose and knocking him to the floor. The soldiers next to him look down in shock, realizing that he was unconscious.

“Anybody else got something to say?” Levi demanded, earning urgent shakes from the others.

“Captain, that was unnecessary,” Optimus proclaimed.

“A point needed to be made,” Levi declared before turning to Hanji. Levi saw the tears of joy in Hanji’s eyes but ignored them for the moment. “Does your hygiene improve in any of this?”

Hanji couldn’t help but laugh with the tears in their eyes. “C’mon Levi, you know me better than that.”

Levi sighed in defeat. “You sure about this? People are going to have shit to say.”

“Probably. I still have questions I don’t have the answer to, but...now I’m sure,” Hanji declared, “Now I am.”

Hanji managed to catch the ghost of a smile on Levi’s face, bring them that much joy. Arcee’s holoform opened the door to the classroom. 

“Sorry I’m late. Wheeljack told me there was a meeting...” Arcee trailed off when she noticed the unconscious soldier on the ground, “What happened?”

“Hanji is a they/them now!” Sasha answered.

“Oh scrap, really? Congrats,” Arcee said.

“Thank you.” Hanji couldn’t help but be choked up at Arcee’s praise.

The day...proceeded as normally as it could be in this situation. Some soldiers gave Hanji weird looks, but quickly stopped once they all heard what Levi had done. Historia and Ymir had provided their congratulations at Hanji’s news. Hanji did send a letter to Erwin; they didn’t know how he would respond. The Autobots caught on quickly with Hanji’s pronoun changes. The Survey Corps struggled a little a quickly apologized for their mistakes but managed to catch on for the most part by the end of the day. 

There was still one hurdle they were certain was going to be an issue.

Hanji was sorting through some of their paperwork to ensure that the documents were getting their pronouns right. It was something they were going to have to watch out for from now on. They didn’t know how much malicious compliance or contempt was going to come their way, so they needed to be prepared. But they were happy.

Hanji heard a knock on their office door and stood up. They walked over to the door and opened it, feeling a little tense when they saw Megatron’s holoform leaning against the wall.

“Oh, it’s you,” Hanji remarked.

“Have you figured out the schedule for the Wrecker and Two-Wheeler?” Megatron demanded.

“Work in progress,” Hanji replied, “I was going on a journey of self-discovery.”

“Really?” Megatron deadpanned, “What could someone like you go on a journey like that for?”

“I’m non-binary. My pronouns are they/them, and you fuck that up even once you can consider our little deal off,” Hanji warned.

Hanji expected the former warlord to bite back. To insult them and not even respect them. But they were surprised to see that Megatron wasn’t even phased by their threat. “That’s it?”

“The fuck do you mean ‘that’s it’,” Hanji demanded, “This was very difficult for me to figure out and even accept.”

“I’m sure the Prime has explained that your human concept of gender is different on Cybertron,” Megatron assumed.

“So you’re completely fine with me being non-binary?” Hanji questioned, “The genocidal maniac that hates humans is fine with my pronouns but not members of my own species? You actually draw the line somewhere?”

“You humans are so primitive.” Megatron sighed as he stood up, “If you have nothing for me, mad scientist, then I’m leaving.”

“I can’t believe you’re the least of my problems today,” Hanji declared.

Megatron rolled his eyes before deactivating the holoform. The Commander then shut the door behind them and...felt a weight lifted off their shoulders. Hanji took a deep breath before smiling in contentment. It was still going to be an uphill battle, but...they had people who gave a damn. That was enough.

(When I first got into Attack on Titan, it was through the anime, and I was introduced to Hanji as she/her. That’s what I wrote for AOP so far. It wasn’t until years later that I learned that Isayama never specified Hanji’s gender, keep it as neutral as possible in the manga, and left it up to the reader’s interpretation. 

...As someone who literally saved Ymir from her fate and tries her best to be as inclusive as possible, this was supposed to be a no fucking brainer for me. And I was definitely not going to do it at the last possible second because that is also another form of a cop out and I refuse that. No. No way. I just wasn’t sure how to introduce it because I assumed with how primitive the Walls are they wouldn’t know what the hell non-binary meant. And then I remembered the Covenant of Primus where Alpha Trion stated that gender was a human concept, and I’m like, ‘Okay I have something’. 

I just hope I did it justice because I am a cis woman and know nothing of the topic! I had to read a bunch of articles and first hand accounts and ask a few people on tumblr. Shout out to @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal @asunnycoffee @justawannabearchaeologist and @echoblaze5 for letting me know if I needed to fix anything. But if I have written anything here that is offensive in any way, please let me know and I will fix it. Thank you so much for reading and now I have to do a shit tone of corrections for future chapters.)

[giuliadrawsstuff]

Dear Giulia,

So you headcanon Levi as Ace? So do I. Can you perhaps explain to me what made you realize that he is asexual? What scenes/happenings made you realise he is asexual? Is Levi AroAce according to you or did you have something else in mind? Would Levi be interested in a relationship with another aroace?

And what are your headcanons on Hanji’s sexuality/gender(lessness)/preferences?

Warmest,

Julia

Hi!

Omg we have the same name 😂💜💜

I think the first time I saw Levi identified as ace was someone on twitter and it just struck me as perfect. It might be a bit of self insertion of course, but he does have some behaviours that I believe fit the label. There's probably a thin line between his being different and appearing to be less friendly as part of his character and personality or as part of his sexuality. But in my own experience, I think it can be a valid point.

Even the fact that he doesn't have many close friends (except Hange and maybe Erwin) can be both part of the fact that he struggles to trust people or linked more to his sexuality.

But in AOT none of the characters really has an open sexuality, that's not the focus of the story, so I think a lot can be worked with imagination and how we portrait the characters ourselves.

I think he might need a strong bond first and then maybe think about sex, but again, it's just my thoughts, nothing canon.

To be clear I don't think he's an innocent virgin (I've met people believing that after I told them my HC), on the contrary I think that when he was in the Underground he might have had bad experiences with sex that led him to distance himself from it. (I'll put more under the cut cause it might be too much for some to read*).

As for Hange, I'm a strong supporter of them being Non Binary, if not Trans. Isayama has given multiple hints of it and I think it fits them. That's why I mostly draw them in a binder.

Usually, it's more about how I'm feeling in the moment, so I can give them small breasts, a binder or mastectomy scars. I've spoken with NB and trans friends before approaching this method and they all approved it. I think it might be the smoothest way to make them feel natural, since it's just coming from my own feelings.

I don't mind female Hange, as long as it's not used as a way to impose your own opinion over mine. We can still coexist and even be friends with different views of a fictional character.

Thank you for asking 💜

*I think he might have been abused or maybe forced to use sex as a tool of survival for some years. And that's part of why he's so wary around people, even though he cares a lot for the other SC scouts and always protects them.

[moonspirit]

Different anon, idk what they said but Hanji is canonically nonbinary in the manga, but in the anime they treat them like a girl, so I'd say using either she, they, or even he would be fine :3

Advice taken, crisis averted! Thanks guys #_#

I know Hange is non-binary; the thing is that I've never spent time on this thought when I write (what terrible thing does this say about me...). Reflex has been to refer to Hange as 'she' in my own writing. I only asked because I don't want people to ask me things and then feel I'm straight up ignoring important facts xD

Thank you all though, including you, anon! Time to use the / in abundance.

[dryades-angeli]

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

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

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