#aot fic

“yeah, baby, m’just too sleepy … we have to be up at sunrise again tomorrow, but do whatever you want.”

he groans against your neck. “I love you so much, angel, it makes my heart fucking hurt. so perfect for me.”

“yeah? you’re such a good boy, reiner.”

he chokes out a soft cry, and you’d be lying if you tried to say that you weren’t getting a bit worked up, but you’re exhausted. he’s softly pawing at your stomach and hips, crying and sniffling. he’s just so fucking big, his warm hands traveling along your pretty body, and his big, heavy length slotted against you.

“you love me, don’t you? please tell me that you love me, baby.”

“I love you, reiner.”

he sighs, his heart pounding in his chest. you kiss him softly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your throat, the other pushing your hips back into his and holding you there. he’s rubbing against you in long strokes, humping against your thighs and ass. the friction from the clothes does feel good, but he desperately wants to touch your skin.

while you’re distracted by his mouth, his fingers pull at your pajamas and slip into your panties. you moan against his lips, so close that you’re stealing each other’s breaths. he rubs your clit so softly, in gentle circles, just enough for your cunt to start dripping around his fingertips. after a moment, you push his hand away and he whines.

“shhhh, just focus on yourself.” you reassure him as you turn away, still mostly preoccupied with sleep. “n-need, please.” he whispers, on the verge of tears. “yeah? you need my pussy, baby?” you take his hand in yours again, and you’re so much smaller than him. you guide his hand back into your panties, gently placing your fingers over top of his while he whimpers and humps you harder.

he’s close, but he’s having second thoughts about cumming in his pants and making such a mess this fucking late. he slips his pajamas off, turning you onto your stomach and fucking your perfect thighs while rubbing your clit. he’s practically laying on top of you, his face still in your neck and you’re both panting and moaning into the pillows — it’s desperate, messy, and rushed, but it feels so fucking good.

“reiner, just—” you breathe, hardly able to think. at first, you didn’t care about finishing, but now it’s all you can think about. “just let me fuck you, baby, please, just lay down.”

“nnnn,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum, angel, please, I can’t—”

“rei, baby, be good, just listen to me.”

he swallows hard, pouting, but of course he’s going to listen to you. he’s your good boy.

he lets you settle on top of him, his toes curling and his eyes nearly crossing as soon as you sink down onto his thick cock. your warm, tight pussy gets caught on his rosy head due to the lack of prep, and you softly fuck yourself on it until you can slip further down his length. he lets out a cry, covering his mouth, biting his hand to keep quiet.

you normally need to be prepped much more because he’s so big, but you need him fast and you need him now. it’ll always be a struggle to fit him, and his gentle fingering didn’t really open you up much. your brows knit together as you bite your lip in concentration, planting your dainty hands onto his chest, your little pussy fluttering as she swallows him down inch by inch.

“reiner .. it’s too fucking big,” you pout, riding him as best as you can in deep, languid strokes that you can feel in your tummy.

“I know, m’so sorry, baby. I’ll eat your pussy for hours next time, I’m sorry, I just needed you so fucking bad tonight.” he sighs, breathless.

he lets you fuck him like this, one hand resting behind his head and the other on your waist, his muscles clenching and shimmering in the soft candlelight. he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world, and he can’t believe how lucky he is to let you use him like this, to be allowed the privilege of pleasing you .. which makes him realize that he should be the one doing the work.

“doin’ so good for me, c’mere, pretty girl.” he whispers, softly laying you onto his chest, his hands guiding your hips to ride him. he knows how sleepy you are, and he just wants you to sit there and take it like his perfect little cocksleeve. and god, are you good at it; just whining and crying and praising him, softly digging your nails into his muscular chest while you lick and suck at his neck, brushing against his sensitive nipples every so often, making him whimper and lose control.

you’re absolutely soaked now, which lets him pound you hard as he easily slips in and out of your pretty hole. he’s so gentle and sweet in the way he touches you, but not in the way that he’s fucking you right now. he can tell that you’re close, and he’s surprised that he’s held out this long. your pussy is squeezing around him like your life depends on it, and you’re fucked out, mewling about how deep he is and how fucking good he feels.

“shhhh, baby, just cum for me, please.” he pleads so softly, taking his thumb to rub your little sweet spot to help you out. “good fucking girl, that’s it.” he feels you clench down hard as you cum on his big cock, and he has to pull out right that second or he’s going to fill you up. the pit of your stomach is hot, all molten lust that pours out of you while you shiver and clench around nothing, and he replaces two of his thick fingers right where he was inside of you so that he can help fuck you through it.

you’re sobbing, wetting his chest with warm tears, grasping at him and you feel ropes of hot, thick cum coat his abs where you’re on top of him. reiner groans and cries your name, holding you close as he quietly shushes you, still rubbing his gorgeous, massive, needy cock against your stomach just to overstim himself against your soft skin.

he kisses your pretty face all over, and you’re already falling asleep again because you’re so comfy and content. he grabs a worn shirt of his and cleans up before slipping on fresh clothes, trying his best not to stir you. he doesn’t care about any sticky mess on himself; he just wants you to be comfortable and warm for the night. he sighs, softly kissing your cheek as he holds you close. reiner looks at you with all of the love in the world, rubbing your back and threading his scarred fingers through your hair.

“love you, angel girl.”

yeah, he plans to wake you up with head in the morning as thanks for putting up with him when he gets like this.

先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love

notes. reiner, you’ll always be famous :3

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Living in the Forest of the Giant Trees was never something you wanted for yourself.

If you could only have it your way, you would've lived within Wall Rose, always going out in the morning to get freshly baked bread, fish and meat for food, and maybe even a few bundles of flowers for your home.

Unfortunately for you, the many unfortunate events that followed your family's demise has rendered you alone and unable to leave this simple home you've created for yourself.

A small cabin deep into the woods, one underneath a tree thickly-covered by leaves. There were two rooms in it, one for yourself, the other empty and untouched, supposedly for your family. Every other day, you go outside your home and search for food, anything edible really. You can't really afford to be picky in your situation.

Sometimes you're lucky, a hog would be somewhere near and easy to kill. That particular kill being enough to feed you for a single week. Most times, you're not so lucky. That means you would have to spend many hours at a nearby stream, waiting patiently for the fishes to bite.

When all things meat fail you, like during times where you've lost every single lucky bone in your body, you resort to eating the vegetables you grow beside your cabin. Potatoes, lettuce, a few garlics and onion. The berries scattered in the bushes nearby also make perfect snacks when you just need to pull through the grueling, boring hours of day.

Today, the only agenda you have was to change the bundle of flowers you have at your dining table. It's starting to wilt away, the dead color from the roses' petals were a clear indicator of that.

Gathering flowers is a million times easier than having to gather food. Hence, you only sling your medium-sized bag across your body, making sure to slip a covered knife at your waistband for safety. You call out your dog's name, Sina, a one-eyed hunting dog that had found itself dead-asleep on your front door.

Sina wags his tail as he emerges from your room, running in figure-eights between your legs. "I'll be out for a bit. Don't let anybody in, yeah?"

He barks in return, loud and groggy.

"I can't bring you with me, Sina. I need to be quick. It's gonna get dark soon. I won't be able to walk you around like usual," you explain to him. Bending down so you're at eye-level with your four-legged friend. "Tomorrow, okay?"

As a response, Sina lets out a sound somehow in between a whimper and a howl. You ruffle his textured brown coating, kissing his crown before walking out.

The winds were particularly harsh this afternoon. That paired with the greyish sky threatening a rainfall was a recipe for disaster in your book. Unfortunately, you can't push this agenda of yours to another day. You've spent two days not going out of the cabin. If you stay one more day in, you might start pulling the hair out of your scalp one by one.

Look for flowers, check for berries, then head home.

Should be easy enough.

"Sina, I'm home!"

You close the door behind you, slipping the lock over the hole. The living room feels awfully quiet... and messy.

The vase you kept in the center of your dining table was moved a tiny bit to the right. You noticed that from the subtle shadow left by the dust on the wood. Maybe it was just Sina, you know how he gets when he's alone.

Speaking of, that brings you to a weirder observation. Why isn't Sina running to you right now?

"Sina! Where are you? I'm home, boy," you call out again, voice resonating throughout the small cabin.

When no rustling collars or tapping paws enter your ears, you feel the color drain from your face in a second. Carefully, you walk to the small storage box you kept by the door, bending your knees and picking up the small stone knife you usually brought with you when you gathered supplies.

You never really imagined having to use it, certainly not when the entire city's still focused on establishing itself to the other countries aside from Paradis.

That was the last thing you remembered when you traveled close to the wall, listening around the marketplace for any news to take note of. If everything's going well, there shouldn't be anything to worry about.

You place your basket of flowers on a nearby chair, holding the knife at its hilt, sharp end pointed outwards. Carefully, you head towards the closed door of your bedroom. You stuck your ear to the surface, trying to check if somebody's there.

The knob sits cold in your palm. Your lip caught in between your teeth as you shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath to calm that beating inside your heart. You let out one trembling breath before turning the knob.

It doesn't quite reach its full turn as you're so suddenly pulled away from the door and slammed straight to the wall beside it. The wood cracks behind you, force so strong that it shook the walls of the cabin no doubt. Your eyes water immediately, the knife dropping from your palm and hitting the ground with a sharp sound.

The arm responsible for pulling you puts on even more pressure by your collarbone, putting enough to have you all the more breathless.

You couldn't see them quite well. Not in your state anyway.

"What—"

They pull you off the wall and slam you against it again, not as hard as before but definitely hard enough to get you gasping again for air.

"Shh..." They whisper, lowering their head so the hood of their cloak hid their face even more. "I... Is there anyone else living here?" A low, raspy voice enters your ear, the sound so gruff that you couldn't quite distinguish whether or not it was a man or a woman.

Regardless, they were strong.

You scramble underneath them, chest heaving, "N-nobody else."

Their head moves just slightly. A tiny tilt upwards, not much, only enough to make the movement clear. From there you could see some light seeping into the heavy hood on their head, although you see nothing but a sliver of their skin and a black surface.

"My dog—Sina, please, don't hurt him," you squeak out, lips pulling downwards to a frown, tears starting to arise as you remember your dog's absence. "You can have anything—take anything. Don't hurt me or my dog, please, I didn't do anything wrong."

They shush you again, though the sound comes out softer, more careful. The arm they had pinning you to the wall began trembling, loosening their hold just slightly.

Your eyebrows knit together, still you decide against breaking free violently and instead, you speak again, "Please, whatever you need. I'll help you," you speak, whispering softly, "I won't do anything stupid, I swear. I won't scream, I won't—"

"I'm sorry," they mumble.

"What?"

They exhale loudly, free hand reaching up and pulling off their hood to reveal—Commander Hange?

You're not quite sure if they really are this Commander Hange you think of. You have only heard of them from hearsay, their face still a blurry image in your mind as the only time you saw their face was feom the scratched and butchered sketches on the newspapers whenever you travel inwards.

The only distinguishing factor you remember about them was that they only had one good eye left, the other eye covered by an eyepatch; exactly the same as the one in front of you now.

"I... I'm Commander Hange Zoë of the Survey Corps. I didn't mean to trespass in your home but, well, I thought it was abandoned," they look away, their voice no longer as strong and vicious as before. Now it was fragile, careful. "I let the dog out just in case it had only strolled in for shelter. When I noticed fresh supplies, you had already come in before I was able to—"

You cough, "Uh-heh—Commander?"

"Yes?"

"Can you, uh, well, your—" you stop yourself to breathe, concentrating on regulating your own breathing, trying to ease the pressure building up on your throat as best as you can. "Your arm is—it hurts," finally you squeak out, weakly tapping the elbow of their arm.

Hange's eye widens slightly, pulling away so violently you'd think you stabbed them in the gut. "I'm sorry for that. I really shouldn't have treated you too roughly in your own home." They look down apologetically.

"My dog, Sina—where did you take Sina? You didn't kill him, right?" You grasp the base of your throat, finally able to catch your breath.

"I didn't," they confirm, "I opened the front door and made some noise. I wouldn't be able to bring in Levi if I hadn't let him out. I apologize,"

"Who?"

You catch Hange take in their bottom lip, front teeth nibbling the surface. The two of you lock eyes with each other before they walk towards you, grabbing the knob of your bedroom door and turning it.

There, stood—or more appropriately, laid—a medium-sized man bandaged at the side of his head, eyes closed, arms tucked underneath a dark-colored cloth. He was lying on a sheet of hay, probably cushioning his body against the wooden barrow.

He was kept right beside your own bed, the steady rise and fall of his chest indicating that he was still alive despite the numerous stitches and wounds on his body.

"Captain Levi of the Survey Corps," Hange says, voice filled with somber.

They didn't even look at the sleeping man. They had their arm extended to hold the door open but their head was turned sideways.

"What happened to him?" You ask.

"It's... well, a very long and complicated story," Hange answers. They look down, staring at you apologetically. "I would offer to look for your dog but I cannot leave Levi here alone. Even with you. It's too dangerous."

The very mention of Sina had your head jerking up. "I need to look for Sina. Now."

"Wait—it's dark outside, you need—" a loud banging interrupts Hange's words. Three loud bangs from the front door, as though someone was trying to barge in.

The only problem is... the door isn't even locked in the first place.

"Stay here," Hange enters your bedroom, coming out a few seconds after now with a gun in their hand.

They point the end directly to the door, carefully stepping forward as the entity on the other side continued on slamming against the door.

"Who's in there?" You call out, staying behind them.

What responds back is not a human voice, it was an animal bark.

You push past Hange in a hurry, shoving the door open with both arms until you finally see the four-legged light of your life in front of you.

"Sina!"

The day after Hange Zoë and Levi Ackermann of the Survey Corps had unexpectedly crashed your humble cabin, you realize you barely had any supplies left. At least barely enough to sustain three living people and one feisty animal.

You let them have your bedroom. Well, Levi at least. The cart-ridden man now had a pillow and an actual blanket to sleep on, courtesy of you.

Hange spent the hours alternating between the couch of your living room and the stiff chair at the corner of your room where they watched their comrade--which, speaking of, you haven't even spoken to yet.

Sure, you've already gotten quite comfortable with the commander. They weren't really all that guarded. Yes, they were careful with their words, but you find them surprisingly talkative despite the gloomy appearance they show to you.

"In you go, Sina, c'mon," you hold the door open for your fluffy friend, his tail wagging excitedly as Hange emerges from your—their bedroom.

They wore the same white button-shirt as they did before, sleeves rolled to their elbows, brown hair let down from its usual half-do. Their glasses were still perched on top of the bridge of their noses.

"Hey," they greet, walking over to you to grab the baskets from both your hands. "I hope the run wasn't too tiring for you. I'll arrange these, you should take a rest."

You stay in the middle of the living room, rubbing your hands together awkwardly. Living almost a decade alone has gotten you completely out of social skills, especially to a person you've never really met before.

Hange drops the baskets on the table. The sound prompting you to notice the filled vase, pops of color sprouting from it.

"You... arranged the flowers?"

"Oh, uh, yeah—" they barely spare a glance at it as they proceed to unload the supplies from the basket. "I noticed you brought them in yesterday and they kinda got trampled... when I kind of, y'know." They do some awkward gesture of tapping the wall, one you easily understand. "I took the flowers that were still okay, picked out a few more when you left."

"Form of apology, I guess. Y'know, about yesterday again." They show you a shy smile, scratching the back of their head. Their eyes flicker down to the base of your neck, lingering there for a moment before looking away. "I'm sorry, again, about it."

"Know what—it's fine. Let's forget about it, okay?" You say, holding up both palms. "I didn't really like you for letting Sina go when it was getting dark out but at least he was safe."

Hange lets out a relieved laugh, "That's my bad. I apologized to Sina earlier about it."

Your brows knit together, glancing at Sina who was now running around the living room. Slipping and sliding between your legs and Hange's.

A momentary silence sits between you two. Not really uncomfortable, but not fully comfortable as you still felt somewhat antsy at not doing anything. You weren't sure whether or not Hange'd be willing to have you near their space, organizing the supplies as you normally do, not sitting from the side and simply watching them.

Sitting idly has you staring at the things you don't normally notice; the dusty bookshelf you've filled with journals of your own and some books you took from your trips to the wall. The way one leg of the chair near the table was rickety and on the brink of breakage.

You stand up abruptly, rubbing your hands at your hips. Hange immediately notices you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

A low groan elicits from the room, one that has Hange straightening up. Sina's ears also perk up, spinning circles around the commander as he follows them inside.

You walk towards the door, peeking slightly to see Hange standing beside Levi. His eye cracked open just enough for you to see the shape of it.

"I'll cook us dinner," you mutter as you walk past the door and into the kitchen. Taking the remaining items inside of the baskets to sort them out properly.

When Hange comes back out, it's to say that Levi's doing better. Thanks to what little medical paraphernalia you had stocked in your cabin. They stand a few feet away from you, watching as you skillfully cut up the vegetables on a slab of wood.

"Could you, uhm, boil the water in the pot? I'm making soup," you request, nudging your head towards the back. Hange happily walks past you, taking the stone pitcher beside you with them.

Quite uneasy with the silence behind you, you ask, "Is it okay to ask a question?"

"Of course," they respond.

"What happened?"

Hange takes a moment to respond, a few seconds of silence only to answer rather ambiguously. "A lot happened."

"Clearly," you snort, "but why are you are Levi hiding out in a forest? And what happened to him? From what I've heard before, he was really good at his job."

"It's a long story."

"Well, fortunately, there is nothing else to do here besides talk to each other or face the wall, Hange." You keep your words playful, hoping it'd kickstart your friendship with them. "Better start now."

You don't see the look in their face when you say that, but you do hear them sigh.

They begin from the latest news you could remember: the newly-built railways meant for trade routes and transport. Based from Hange, it was apparently months after that already. Everything, for a lack of a better phrase, has quite literally gone to shit.

A new faction had rose after Eren Yeager's imprisonment—the Yeagerists, as Hange says. You were quite surprised hearing that. You weren't too updated on Paradis' news but you know of Eren Yeager. When the Female Titan had obliterated your home, he was there with her, fighting her tooth and nail.

What you didn't expect however, was for him to be locked in prison—which, apparently, he happened to have broken out of a few days before Hange had stumbled in your cabin.

Levi, the man resting on the wheelbarrow, was caught in a thunderspear explosion guarding a titan shifter—whatever that is. That was Hange's reason as to why he's unable to move and speak much. Truth be told, you don't know what a thunderspear is in the first place, but you think it's a pretty big weapon considering Levi's state.

"I made it, actually," Hange shares, a few seconds after rambling about the mechanism of a thunderspear.

"Oh..." you pause, unsure of how to react.

Do you applaud them? Think of them as a genius?

Hange watches your features as you do think of a response, you keep your eyes glued to the boiling pot though. "That's... wow. You're really smart."

A bitter scoff escapes them, the look in their eyes hardening. They shake their head. "It was supposed to help us fight titans. To protect the citizens of Eldia from titans. Now," their voice begins to leave a bitter taste. Your head turns, watching the ends of their lips deepen into a frown. "Now it's being used against their own comrades. Innocent people are getting hurt because of it. A weapon of destruction."

You keep quiet, letting them continue.

"I thought I was helping him..." Hange's voice lowers into a whisper. The hardness on their features dissolving into sadness. "I thought..." no words follow. At least not for the next few minutes, or the moments after that.

You stand there waiting patiently. Watching the pot, stirring it every now and then, hoping they'd continue. Unfortunately, they didn't.

"I'll get the, uh, the bowls," Hange rushes away, opening the cupboards.

"For what it's worth, Hange," you pause, letting the beat pass between you two. The slender shadow of their shoulders seizing its movements. "It's not your fault."

Days pass by surprisingly easier.

Enough trust has been built from the three days Hange and Levi now spent in your cabin. Just yesterday you had spoken to Levi for the first time ever, though he speaks in a more intimidating manner compared to Hange. 

You figure that's how both of them have gotten that close. Opposites do attract; seeing from their own personalities in such little time, there's no doubt about that.

At night, when the entire cabin's asleep, Sina included, you often catch Hange spending their nights outside the cabin. Sitting down on the bench you had outside, gazing at the blank sky.

The first time it happened was because of a quick trip to the bathroom. You should've went back into your room quickly after your business, yet something inside of you stops you in your tracks. Keeping you on the spot right before you reach your room, persuading you to go out and accompany them in the silence of the night.

You wouldn't even try and open up a conversation, you'd just sit there and let the time pass by, maybe get to know your new co-occupant a little more.

At first you slept off the thought, choosing to ignore that voice inside of you. But every night after noticing them outside, it seemed like your body's unable to fully sleep the entire night. One way or another, you'd find yourself standing outside your room, peering out from the window, watching their shoulders move calmly.

This is just me being hospitable, you think as an excuse. Breath getting caught in your throat as you hold the knob of the front door.

You breathe in, breathe out, turning it a quarter of the way when it moves on its own. The piece of wood flies open to reveal a tired Hange.

For a second, neither of you move, stuck in your places. Then, both of your names leave each other's lips in a breathless whisper. The loud chirp of the cicadas filling in the heavy silence.

"I... I noticed you sitting outside for a few nights now," you began, pulling back your arms so your hands rested by your lower back. "I was just, well, y'know, pretty worried. With everything happening, I'm sure you have a million thoughts running in your mind."

They blink at you, face unreadable.

When the words don't find themselves in their mind, you feel a slight tinge of embarrassment. You step back. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you. I'll head—"

"I would like that."

"What?"

"Your company," Hange admits.

"Oh." Heat washes over the top of your cheeks. "You do?"

The corner of their lips quirk upwards.

"Of course. Want me to say please?"

Despite the dark surroundings, you imagine the mischief brewing in Hange's eye. It was dripping from their tone. The difference from their usual somber and gloomy voice to the one they spoke with now is scarily obvious.

You feel the flutter in your stomach. The rapid beat of your heart felt so foreign, so new. In your years of living in the forest, you never expected feeling this again. Certainly not with the commander of the Survey Corps who had pinned you to the wall at your first meeting, the one you thought was only ever serious.

It takes you a moment to get your wits together. The playful words spoken in that deep voice of theirs definitely was a massive attack on its own. Your heart's still beating quickly but that's a problem for another night. Right now, you have to keep up face.

Carefully, you go out, taking a seat at the wooden bench to the right. It was dark, but the lantern Hange kept at the side illuminated the surroundings just enough.

A body drops beside you with a heavy sigh. Hange's long legs occupying the remaining space there is. Your bare knee touching the fabric of their trousers.

"So, why're you awake?" Hange speaks first, their head straight.

"My body woke me up. Not really sure why." You shrug, "How about you, do you normally sit outside in the middle of the night?"

Hange exhales, "No, I don't... but I can't help it. Staying in a home—away from where I should be, it's, I don't know, keeping me up at night."

"And where should you be, Hange?"

"With my comrades," they answer quickly, "Where the fight is—I should be helping them, planning with them; doing everything I can to fix this mess before it all goes to shit." The frustration in their voice is evident, you could feel the heaviness and pressure weighing on their nerves just from the way their words had hardened.

"I was a coward to run away, but I needed to. Or else Floch and the other Yeagerists would have killed Levi for sure. I... I can't have that happening," Hange continues, shaking their head side-to-side.

You keep quiet, waiting for them to say more, only they don't. You notice the constant bouncing of their knee, shoes lightly scraping at the grass underneath Your hand places itself on top of their knee, putting the joint into a sudden stop.

The sound of Hange's ragged breathing loudens into an audible volume. You do everything you can to resist the urge to look at them, to check for any hint as to what they could be feeling right then.

Suddenly, a warmer, bigger hand comes over yours, bringing you to a total pause. Hange's hand, above yours, enveloping your palm with their own, tightening just slightly. There weren't any words spoken, no other movements—just your hand under theirs, under the blank blue sky.

"It is really fascinating here, do you know that?" Hange began again, shifting the topic.

"Fascinating because of how small it is?" You glance at them at the corner of your eye, resisting that laugh when you see the shy look in their face.

"No! Fascinating because... well, this is the Forest of the Giant Trees. So many things have happened here," Hange blows off a breath, recollecting their memories, "The scouts' first attempt at capturing the Female Titan was here, the Jaw Titan and the Armored Titan went through here as well." They look to their side, you do the same. They were staring at the door, at the direction of the bedrooms. "Levi... him and the scouts tasked with guarding the Beast Titan—the one I told you about. Well, that didn't go quite as planned."

"Many lives have been lost here. Some I know of, some I don't know. Despite that, you had managed to make a life here. A peaceful one too." Hange cranes their head a good one-eighty, facing you now. Locking your gaze with their own. "That's what fascinates me. How you manage to live peaceful life on your own, with little to no contact too. The fact that you even let me and Levi stay here..."

"Well, not really sure if that last one's from the goodness of my heart. You did slam me against the wall twice the first time we met." You're attempt at a lighthearted tease is met with soft laugher from Hange. Your lips mindlessly stretching to a proud grin.

Hange sighs playfully, "I apologized for that, didn't I?"

"Yeah, sorry but a girl still holds grudges."

"Like mother, like son, I see."

"Oh, Sina holds the meanest grudges," you play along, only for the two of you to break out in a fit of laughters.

The small bubble you'd created for the both of you slowly quiets down into a comfortable silence, one where the cicadas sing the words unspoken. You didn't expect for the early morning breeze to be this comforting. Your body unknowingly swaying with the cold winds, eyes slowly dropping down. 

You feel a hand on the side of your head, the sudden feeling making you jump out of surprise. Hange's soothing voice enters your ears, "It's okay, you can lay your head down."

Slowly, they push your head to their shoulder, their shoulder's height at a surprisingly comfortable level.

"You sure you don't want to go in yet?" They ask.

"Do you want me to go?"

"...no," Hange's whispering, softer than they've ever spoken to anyone.

"Then no, I'll stay here," you yawn, pulling your knees up the bench, hugging them to your chest. "If you want to talk about anything, just speak, Hange. I'll listen."

Your eyes feel heavier by the second, vision fading in and out, still you try to wait for their words. Unfortunately, just like before, they don't say anything else—but, you do feel them shuffle slightly.

Unbeknownst to you, it was actually Hange kissing the side of your head. A shy press of their lips on your hair, doing everything they can to be as discreet as possible.

They hear your soft snores the moment right after. Their lips curving into a fluttering smile as they wait for your sleep to deepen before doing as you said—speaking.

Ever since that night, it felt like a new door has opened for you and Hange.

They spoke to you comfortably, joked with you, discussed with you; it felt like they've garnered an entirely new sense of ambition with their recent plans on joining forces with the Marleyans to defeat Eren Yeager and the Yeagerists.

Every time they'd map out their plans on that blank notebook you'd given them, it would always be in the room where Levi's in so he could give his own ideas.

At dark, the two of you would always stand outside the cabin and just talk about whatever. Sometimes it's their  stories about the Scout Regiment, sometimes it's them teaching you about titan biology or Marleyan technology.

When you find the energy to share about yourself, Hange's ten times more enthusiastic to ask questions about it. Rapidly firing questions until the sun's already right above you two.

You slowly began to see the spark in their eyes. Whenever they arrive at a pretty spotless plan, there's that brightness in them even though sometimes the plan involves things you don't believe to be real.

You hated to admit it but, seeing their eyes light up every time they feel intrigued or enthusiastic makes you smile. You love this version of them, so much so that you agree to be of help to them in any way you can.  

The first way you could do that, apparently, was to house these two Marleyans Hange found when they went out with Levi.

"This is Pieck Finger and Commander Theo Magath," Hange welcomes you the two new faces.

The former had an approachable smile on their face despite the suspicious-looking marks on the sides of their face. The latter was at the opposite of the spectrum, with their stern demeanor and crossed arms.

Awkwardly, you smile and invite them inside, handing them bread you baked via a specific kind of oven that Hange made for you.

As much as you loved seeing Hange all busy and motivated, a part of you hated the fact that they were always out. You don't get to speak with them as much anymore. Pieck's out with Commander Theo scouting, meanwhile Hange's busy looking for their comrades inside the walls.

Nowadays, you just keep yourself company with a healing Levi.

"Hange's still out?" He asks as you stroll in the room.

"Mhm."

"So you're bored?"

"And how do you know that?"

"Because... when Hange's here, you don't come into this room unless to bring food. They keep you busy, entertained," Levi says, his voice awfully monotonous, "Don't think I'll do the same. I will bore you even more."

Letting out a dry laugh, you sit on the untouched bed beside their makeshift cart. "That's okay, captain."

And so sit in absolute silence, that's what the two of you did. Listening to nothing but the mundane sounds of animals roaming around the forest, Sina walking in every so often just to nap for a few minutes.

"You do know what happens next, right?" Levi's voice surprises you. It wasn't monotonous, at least not fully. There was a hint of concern in his voice. Something careful.

You turn your head to him, waiting.

"Once Hange gathers our remaining comrades, we'll leave to stop Eren," he states, words leaving his mouth in a slower pace, eyes glued to see how you'd react.

"I know that," you say quietly. "Hange told me about that when they were planning. They said it's a big fight going after Eren... and that all of you would have to work together."

Levi hums, nodding softly. "What are you going to do then?"

"What am I going to do?" You echo.

The question hits you like a freight train.

What are you going to do?

You'll be back to being the only occupant of the cabin. You won't have somebody helping you arrange the supplies. Sina's daily walks would be reduced back to once a day. No more I'll cut these, you wash those.

No more late night talking on the bench.

"Huh," was all you could say, the realization slowly creeping in on you. "What am I going to do..."

A bittersweet smile unknowingly draws on your face, one Levi recognizes all too well.

"I'm sorry," he says consolingly. You look at him, quite surprised, only to see him facing the other way.

You feel a streak of wetness fall down your cheek. You rush to wipe it away, sucking in a deep breath as you hear a loud knock at the front door.

"I'll get that," you mumble, rushing out.

When you open the door, numerous foreign faces greet you. You feel slightly intimidated at how they all stared at you with blank faces.

The blond man to the side suddenly steps forward, holding in front of him a bundle of flowers. "Hange said you'd let us in if we give you this?"

"Oh," you resist the urge to laugh, "Well, uh, you guys didn't have to. Please come in."

They all usher in at your word, taking their own space in the small living room. You try your best to hand them water and any leftover food you could give them. You even show them to Levi. Some went and spoke to him while the others remained in the common area.

Not long after their arrival, Hange returns with Commander Theo and Pieck. The raven-haired woman choosing to remain outside, resting in her titan form—which honestly really weirded you out the first time you saw her in it.

"Hey, sorry for not giving you a heads-up," Hange says, pulling you to a vacant room. The one you had made into your bedroom actually. "Have you met them yet? Come, I'll introduce you."

You don't get a chance to protest because they're quickly taking you back out, calling the attention of all of their comrades, announcing your name like it was the winning number of a lottery. They greet you tiredly, offering weak smiles. Hange doesn't bother much with it, still keeping an upbeat look. They do bring you to the same blonde fellow that carried the flowers, introducing you to him specifically.

"Why did you tell them to bring me flowers?" You whisper over at Hange, pulling them to an ear-level by their shirt.

Hange responds, "I was supposed to get them for you but—uh, y'know, plans kinda got sidetracked." They notice the growing bewilderment in your face, quickly assuring you, "If it makes you feel better, you can think of the flowers as payment for dinner tonight! We'll be feeding a lot."

You follow the direction of their eyes, watching the crowd separate into their own little groups. Two boys in particular bickering about the arrangement of the poor flowers.

Numerous barks suddenly erupt from the living room. You and Hange immediately turning to see Sina by the front door, barking alertedly at the unfamiliar people.

"Sina!" The dog immediately runs to Hange, hiding himself in between their legs. "They're friends, sweet boy." They ruffle their hands through the soft fur of the animal, keeping their legs close together so as to not let Sina out while agitated.

As if understanding their words, Sina barks.

"He has one eye too, Hange," the man named Jean remarks, strolling into the kitchen.

"You two look alike." Another, the one with the semi-shaved hair, comments. Hange laughs along with them, whisking them back to the living room, Sina sniffing the two men while his tail wags side to side.

As time passed, you couldn't help but notice the slightly tensed and heavy atmosphere in your own living room. Even with Hange's attempts of lightening up the room, it was clear how uncomfortable they all were in one space.

Once Sina had familiarized himself with the others, now succumbing to the pleasure of belly rubs, Hange returns to you.

"Are you sure they're all okay staying here? I mean—if some of them want to rest, they can sleep in the other room. I still have a few mats and—"

"It's okay," Hange interjects, placing a hand on your shoulder, "We won't be here for long. We... we plan on leaving at sunrise." You don't miss the guilt that flashes through their face, the way they turn their head away to avoid your eyes.

"Oh..." you inhale sharply, "That's fast."

"The Rumbling is moving faster than we had anticipated. If we want to reach Eren before he gets too far, we need to move as soon as possible. The only way to do that is using the Azumabitos' flying boat," Hange looks at you with a sternness in their face, though their gaze held something entirely different.

You do your best not to think too much about what that difference is. It would only make things way harder if you do. The weight of unspoken words settle between the two of you, neither of you brave enough to speak of the obvious.

"I think it's better to cook and eat outside," you turn your attention to the cauldron behind you, "We're not gonna fit at the table anyway."

"Right. I'll have the others to set up the bonfire. I've restocked your supplies before I left earlier so I'm sure there's enough for everyone," the corner of Hange's lips extends into a subtle smile, one that lingers even as you turn your back to pull out the chopping board.

The foreign faces of earlier now huddled in a circle. A bonfire sat in the middle, Hange kneeling beside it as they stirred the cauldron hanging above.

You stood over Hange, dropping in dashes of spices as you taste it every so often to check for the taste. The fact that this could quite possibly be the last meal they'd ever eat in their life has you slightly pressured to give them the best meal you could.

"How does it taste?" You hold the spoon by your mouth, blowing it carefully, a palm underneath it to catch for any drip.

Hange puts a pause to their conversation with the group. They look up at you, opening their mouth for the spoon. "It's good. Better than how you usually make it. Is there an occasion?" They let out a dramatic satisfied hum, smacking their lips together.

You look around, feeling awkward at how playful Hange is despite the numerous eyes looking at you two. Doing your best to act unaffected, you roll your eyes and turn your back to them. Hiding the smile that curves at your lips as you walk back into your home to grab all of the bowls you had.

When you go out, Hange's walking over to you, still pre-occupied with briefing the rest of the group about the plans, though not too pre-occupied to not help you out with ladling the soup into the bowls. Armin and Jean helped out in distributing the bowls, while you decided to head to the bushes a few feet away from the main circle, checking in on a sleeping Levi.

Sina's right under his feet, wagging his tail, an easy indicator of how Levi was probably playing with him a few seconds before.

"I know you're not asleep," you call out. "Are you not hungry?"

Levi grumbles out a noise, still having his eyes closed. You huff, heading back to the main circle, immediately getting a bowl placed in front of you when you sat down. Hange scoots back from the center until they're right beside you, slipping their cloak down your head to cover your upper body from the winds.

Your brow creases, "What're you doing?"

Hange doesn't respond, instead they take heaping spoonfuls of their soup and begin eating. The entire discussion opening up once again.

"That was... eventful, to say the least," you walk inside of your room, pushing out a lighthearted laugh as best as you could.

"I apologize. They, well, they're usually better at keeping their emotions in check. Just not tonight I guess," Hange follows you in, the door clicking behind them.

Both of your gazes fall on each other, the silence of the four corners of your room felt way more deafening than usual. Well, to be frank, it is the first and only time you two are alone in your room. To say that the room felt a lot smaller with Hange in it is a pretty big understatement.

Not only does the room feel smaller, it feels a whole damn hotter too.

"It's okay," you tell them, awkwardly playing with your fingers behind your back. "Better they get it out now than in battle, right?"

Hange blinks at you, a light huff leaving their lips, "Right. You're right."

"So, a few hours and you guys are leaving, huh?"

They say your name, regret lacing their voice.

"It's okay, Hange," the smile you show don't reach your eyes, it doesn't even reach your throat as your words sound more apologetic than it is assuring, "After everything I've heard tonight, and from all the stories you've told me, there's no one else that can do this if not you guys." You let out a deep breath, easing your shoulders down. "As much as I hate to think of how dangerous it is, I can't keep you in this small cabin, Hange."

"It's not small," Hange argues back, their voice low but playful, lifting either sides of their lips to a sheepish smile. "It's the perfect size, actually."

"For you?" You couldn't help but scoff, arms crossing over your chest.

"For me..." Hange steps forward, drawing out their vowels, "...for you..." they take another step, keeping their hands behind themselves. "...for Sina." Their breath hitches as they take one more step, crowding in your space, eye falling down to your lips before they capture your eyes.

You look up, suddenly feeling weak in the knees, "Hange."

"I would give everything I can to stay here for a night longer," they whisper your name.

Time seems to slow down as every movement right after hits you tenfold; the way their head drops down, staring deep into your eyes with nothing but affection. The end of your lips twitch, your eyes betraying you as they fall down to Hange's own mouth, the way it parts for you so pliantly renders you senseless.

At least only for that moment.

Their lips touch yours, careful and unmoving, the shape of it slotting perfectly in yours. Feeling your heart beat louder, you throw every inhibition out of the window and move your lips. Inexperienced as you are, Hange smoothly maneuvers your head to the side, letting themselves in your mouth as they explore it willingly. The hand that cradles your cheek runs a gentle finger across the skin, guiding your movements as much as they could.

You taste the savory soup you'd made earlier. You taste the sweet long nights you spent talking about life with them. You taste the bitter future you no longer have with them.

A small moan slips out of your throat as they bite the skin of your mouth, running their tongue along the line of your lips reverently. You grip the fabric of their top, pressing yourself to them, desperate to have them closer.

Hange pulls away before it could get any further, the area around their lips now shinier with your saliva. The air feels oddly lighter, like a momentary breath of air. Literally. You look away for a split second, pressing yourself closer to the wall and away from them, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"I want you to have this," Hange clears their throat, pulling out an envelope.

You say nothing, keeping your attention on them and not on the object in their hands.

"This is a letters patent," they begin, "I spoke with Queen Historia on one of my trips inside of the wall. If... y'know, I don't come back to the cabin, I wanted you and Sina to have a home inside of Wall Rose. You can buy fresh bread in the morning, pick out flowers－"

"Hange, you are coming back." You cut them off, horror flooding your features. "You will come back, Hange, don't think about whether or not you will because you are."

Before your words tremble any further, Hange pulls you into their arms, pressing you to the wall as they overtake every one of your senses.

You smell them, hear them, see them; they're all that you can think of at that moment. The way their arms tighten around you in a way you have never felt before, the way their fingers run through the ends of your hair, soothing you like how they do Sina when he's agitated.

The two of you stay like that for a few moments, at least until they feel your breathing even out.

When your eyes press together, tears dropping in rapid streaks, you hear them speak, "I will always be here."

That morning, you don't even think about going outside the cabin.

Not then, and certainly not the week that follows after.

The envelope Hange had told you about that night remained on top of your bedside table, underneath your lap, untouched. You can't bear the thought of ever opening it and deciding you want to abandon this place you've built from the ground up, the very place where you met them, and their friends.

You just can't.

This is what remains of your memory of them, of their warmth. Every night you wake up to stare at the vacant bench through the window, constantly reminding yourself of the many nights you'd spent with them talking about anything and everything.

Even Sina isn't safe from the longing. Whenever you come back from gathering supplies, Sina's always by the table, wagging their tail patiently as if waiting for Hange to stroll in and organize the supplies. Sometimes you'd find Sina staring blankly at the wall of the room previously occupied by Levi, head bowed, scraping the floor with his paw.

"I know, boy, I know," you murmur, dropping your chin on Sina's head as you clipped his nails. "I miss them too," you frown at them, gazing to the far out lands.

Before you know it, three months passes by just like that.

In those three months, you've thought about taking Queen Historia's envelope and actually taking the house in Wall Rose exactly two times. In those two times, you were on the bench outside your cabin, letting the green cloak Hange had given you shield you from the harsh winds.

In those months as well, Sina's got a dog-wife of his own and a litter of four pups. You named them using the four names you remember from Hange's team: Pieck, Armin, Jean, and of course, Levi.

You practically gather supplies for a whole family and one now. The whole family being Sina's wife, June, and pups, with you as the plus one. You still do gather flowers every other day, arranging them in different ways to keep the imagination flowing. Sometimes you pick out specific flowers that remind you of Hange, though it usually changes considering Hange's own spontaneous nature.

"Pieck! You can't keep on biting your brother," you scold the dark-haired pup, pulling her away from her sibling, Levi, who snarls angrily. 

Glancing over at the side, you see the two other pups resting on their mother's belly, way too sleepy to deal with Pieck and Levi's roughhousing. You call over Sina, the older dog now walking with a pretentious sense of duty.

When he gets in your arms, though, he goes back to being the same one-eyed puppy you found knocking on your door. Pieck and Levi joins in their father, playful yelps and barks filling the quiet home.

That day, you decide on taking Sina's wife out on a walk, not really needing to clip on her collar. She happily carried the small straw bag you made for her some time ago, putting in it what light harvest you had from the mini garden you'd set up way before.

Unlike Sina, June was a more timid, more gentle being. Her coat was golden, almost blonde actually.

She quietly nuzzles her head to your calf when you two walk, not really straying away and throwing herself to the bushes like Sina does. You think her and Sina are the perfect balance of parents for the four pups.

When you two head back, your baskets were all filled to the brim. The universe seemed to bless you for today as you manage to catch two chickens while June manages a bulk of five fishes.

Sina and the pups all run to June as the two of you come in. June lovingly letting her pups go under her, bending her neck to sniff them all one by one. Her and Sina nuzzle into each other, the male dog licking her snout playfully.

You roll your eyes at the sweet couple, though something catches your eyes.

There were only three pups there. Out of the two dark-coated pups that take after Sina—Pieck and Levi—there was only one there.

It was Pieck under June. You figured that from the red collar you handmade for her.

"Levi! Where are you?" You call out to the walls. "Hey, where's your sibling?" you ask the bundle of three this time, squatting down to their level as they run around you without a care.

You sigh, standing back up and walking into the main bedroom. You look around to an empty room, no traces of the small pup anywhere. Dropping yourself to the floor, you look underneath the bed. "Levi, you better not be hiding in—"

Tch.

Your neck whips back, your blood running cold.

"I can't believe you named a pup after me," comes the disapproving voice of Levi.

Not Sina's son Levi—definitely not—but the cart-ridden, one-eyed, bandaged-up Levi that you'd only spoken with maybe a few times the entire time he and Hange were staying with you.

This Levi was standing now. He wore a white button top and black slacks, one arm on a sling, holding in that arm the guilty pup you've been looking for.

You rise up, analyzing his face in silence. The previously bandaged portion of his face now sported numerous healed scars and stitches, his right eye was nothing but white, out and for every person to see.

He looked... well, he looks perfect for someone that just saved the world that's for sure. Each scar had clearly earned its place on him.

"You're here," you say slowly, eyes drifting to the doorway just in case somebody would want to follow up. "Only you... wow."

Levi scoffs, "You could at least act a bit more happy, you know?"

"Sorry—I am happy," you laugh nervously, "I just... I don't know, didn't expect you to be the one returning back here." You twist your fingers together, feeling your worry grow at each second.

"I'm sorry," Levi looks down, his voice nothing but a whisper.

Your heart aches.

So that's why.

"I'll make you some tea. Hange had told me you drink black tea, nothing else.” You do your best to look away as you walk past him, walking into your kitchen to start brewing some tea.

Levi takes a seat by your living room, gently letting down Levi the Puppy as he rejoins his siblings. He watched the group of pups bolt around, running after one another whilst their parents laid down on the cool floor.

"So, I take it the Rumbling was stopped?" You question.

He hums, "It was rough, but it was stopped. Did anything happen here while we—ehem—I was gone?"

"That happened.” You nudge your chin towards the dog couple at his feet, pulling a small smile from his lips. "Aside from that, nothing. I would have tried travelling to the walls but... it's rough there. When I go there, I wanted it to be for good. Not for just a trip."

The envelope previously hidden by your nightstand was now placed on top of your coffee table. It's been on there since the last time you've thought about bringing the letter to Queen Historia, where you could honor Hange's last selfless wish for you.

"I'm glad you're still okay," Levi shares after a moment's silence.

"I should be the one saying that," you joke, "But, uh, not to be too nosy or anything, but where are the others? How come you're the only one back?" Another question pops into your mind as well, "What happened to the actual Rumbling?"

Levi shifts in his seat, taking the tea you placed in front of him, letting his palm absorb the heat from it. "One at a time," he says, taking a slow sip. "The others remained in Marley. After the Rumbling, all of the survivors decided it'd be best to stay in a singular residence and rebuild the community as opposed to everyone going on their own."

"Some did go on their own, but a lot remained. Armin kept his position as commander too, Hange had passed it down to him before anything happened." Hearing their name was like a trigger word for you. The mere mention of it was enough to have your heart beating quicker.

He continues, "Armin and the others were on their way here for a meeting as peace ambassadors. I figured I'd tag along. See what you're up to." He glances at the pair of dark-coated puppies near Sina, "Had I known you named one after me, I would've never came back."

You laugh at him, the way his words remain spoken in monotone even when he jokes. A subtle smile tugs at his lips, the two of you settling in a comfortable silence as he finishes his tea.

Conversation flows through the both of you so easily you'd think you two were childhood friends. Contrary to how Levi presents himself, he is pretty talkative. He's talked about the recent developments of the gardens in their refuge house, how Onyankopon took him and the others to a nearby Marleyan town, how advanced yet undeniably similar their way of living is to Eldians.

Despite the long hours spent talking, it is clear the two of you tiptoed around a specific subject. More specifically, a particular person.

you decide to just rip off the bandaid.

"Look, Levi, I appreciate the visit, but please. At least let me know how Hange is doing," you push out the next few words, "or if they even made it through... alive."

Levi stares at you, his lips pursing into a thin line. His silence deafened you to the point of almost insanity, the many thoughts of what could be filled your mind.

It takes him a while, but he speaks. "I'm sorry."

You stop him right there. "Thank you," you let your head fall, letting a lone tear fall as you wipe the rest away. "Should I—are you staying for the night?"

Levi sighs, "I came here with Hange's last request in mind."

"What do you mean last request?"

"Hange made me promise to take care of you should anything happen. To speak plainly... would you want to move to Marley with me and the others?"

Oh.

Marley is nothing like you imagined.

It is just as advanced as how Levi had told you. Transportations that needed no horses, delicacies you couldn't even dare to imagine, and garments that made your eyes shine in interest.

Everywhere you look, there's something new to see. A new color to discover, a new food to taste, a new flower to smell; it was all so overwhelming. Sina, June, and the four pups were definitely as excited as you are when Levi finally lets them out from the open-top crate.

"Keep a close eye on 'em, Onyankopon's coming to pick us up," Levi tells you, guiding the way to a less crowded sidewalk.

You nod, keeping the dogs' leashes close as they hurry to sniff the people around. Apologies spill out of you, excusing their behavior every time someone twists their body to check what it was at their feet.

This is really it.

Even as you stood at the helm on the ship on your way to Marley, you couldn't believe you were truly leaving your cabin for good.

Levi helped you pack years of your life into boxes. Keeping you company the entire time. You learn more about him as you packed away; he was born in the Underground, at a brothel, where he had experienced the difficulties of life even before age ten.

His first introduction to the scouts, those that had fallen, and many other anecdotes that has you wondering how he had lived through them.

A nudge to your elbow gets you out of your thoughts.

The automobile had already arrived, an approachable man with a familiar buzz-cut sat at the front seat with the circular wheel. You assume he's the one controlling the mobile itself.

"Nice to meet you, Onyankopon," you greet, shaking his extended hand. "These are my dogs: Sina, June," presenting the two big dogs first, you pick up the smaller ones in your arms. "Jean, Armin, Pieck, and—"

"Oi, that's enough. Get on here," Levi cuts you off, glaring at you with furrowed brows. The mobile’s door was already pulled open, waiting for you and the dogs now.

"This one's Levi," you whisper, breaking into a cheeky smile as you raise the grumpy puppy up.

Onyankopon lets out a laugh, happily taking him from you, teasingly glancing at actual Levi.

He rolls his eyes, helping Sina and June up the mobile, "Brats."

The trip took about a half an hour before it concluded. A large, multi-windowed home appearing in the horizon with numerous people coming in and out of the front door. To the side of the house, there was a massive garden. Two—three people were crouched down, mini shovels in their hands.

A few signages were propped in front by the fences:

Newly planted trees. Do not step.

"They don't bite, right?" Onyankopon questions, carrying the four puppies in his arms while the other two crowded at his feet.

"The parents don't, but the pups do have to be acclimated to their surroundings first. Levi's a moody one, Armin's shy but doesn't bark, Jean loves being pet, Pieck's more of a watcher than anything so she shouldn't really get into much trouble."

"That's enough," Levi grunts, slinging your bag over his shoulder.

You scoop up June into your arms, "Is that where we're staying?" Pointing to the massive home, you look to Levi for an answer.

"No," he answers, "You and these dogs will be staying at the bungalow right there," his arm darts out to point at a spot not far-away from the main house, a big enough plain between the two houses. 

Its exterior was similar to your original cabin. Pointed roof, wooden logs for pillars, neutral painted colors. There was a bench to the right of the front door, a prettier and more well-made version of the one you made yourself.

There's something awfully nostalgic of it. That little nostalgia that grows in your chest the longer you look at it from a far, the more you miss them.

"And here I thought I would finally have housemates again," you laugh dryly, "How come there's a bungalow there anyway?"

"I think you know why."

"Don't tell me Hange had you guys make this for me," you shake your head in disbelief, shifting your gaze from Levi to Onyankopon. "Are you serious?"

"Don't look at me, I didn't make it," Levi confirms.

Onyankopon butts in, "Guys, we better start walking now before Levi here pees on Levi's shoes."

"Ha-ha, very funny." You put down June with a chuckle, taking the rest of the bags from the car and following the two men's trail.

The volunteers working at the compound watch as you walk by. You were already thinking of what to do to help soon as you get yourself settled in. You expect to spend more time in the main house than at the bungalow alone, and you think the dogs would also enjoy running around the main house as well.

It was a ten-minute walk from the fence, five minutes if you come from the main house itself. By the time you reach the front door with Levi and Onyankopon, they exchange a look before dropping off your bags by the bench. Onyankopon whistles, getting the dogs' attention, "You should look inside first. We'll take the dogs to get them acquainted with the other animals in the compound."

"He'll do that. I'll give them a thorough wash after." Levi digs into his pocket and suddenly hands you a handkerchief, head turned away, "Don't cry too much."

Some part of you felt thankful at how blunt Levi is, at least you didn't have to overthink anything. What he thinks, he says.

So you take the piece of fabric from him, thanking him. "How thoughtful."

You wait for them to reach the gardens before you go in. Your hand enclosing the copper knob, twisting it as you push the door open.

The layout was just like your cabin. It was a whole lot bigger though, with many storages and additions of technology. The kitchen was way more spacious than the one you had, counters with foreign machines above and underneath, stovetop now integrated to the surface themselves. It still overlooked the living room too, perfect for cooking with guests.

If only they could've been there with you, exploring the three-bedroom bungalow with you; their laughter and unfunny jokes keeping you entertained even on the most boring days. Taking off some of the chores from your shoulders.

You check each of the rooms, frown growing deeper with each ghost of them that you see; Hange would have loved filling the empty bookshelves in the small office in the home. Hange would have spent day and night by the desk in the common room, planning or developing something all the while you re-read a book or journaled.

A new invention of Hange's making would always be in the kitchen. Some new piece of tech to make your cooking life a bit easier.

The bench outside would be worn down with how much time you and Hange spend there. It was at the perfect spot to gaze up into the sky too, no tall trees and thick leaves to disrupt your view.

You go back into the cabin, glancing to your right. The dining table was there. Just like the one in your cabin as a vase sat in the middle of it, holding a fresh arrangement of flowers.

Hange must have really given them a long list of things to do, the thought makes you smile, imagining Hange sitting them down and writing out a bazillion things for them to do when they... leave.

The happy thoughts end there as the memories come flooding in. Every last bit of it, albeit short and sudden, made life alone in your cabin a lot more bearable. You didn't expect something so... unexpected would make a lasting impact on you until now.

Could it have been the universe's way of giving back to you for all the cruelties it had caused you? Well, then again, why'd they take it back?

The universe gave you a glimpse of a life with somebody—your somebody—and they took it away from you as easily and quickly as it came.

Now you're left here in the emptiness of your home, standing in front of the door, waiting for something that won't—

"What—fuck!" Your eyes water as your back hits the wall with a loud thump. The back of your head smashing against a firm palm as opposed to the firm concrete of a wall.

You feel your heart stop.

One eye on the right, the left one covered by an eyepatch; that same mess of brunette hair, those silver glasses; darkened marks on the side of their face... and yet, that same grin that made your heart fall all over again is still there.

"Hange?"

Their grin widens, moving their arm to pin your shoulders. "I don't think we should keep meeting like this." Hange's gaze drops to your lips, then back to your bewildered eyes.

For a moment, the world is nothing but a mere figment of your imagination.

Your eyes close weakly. This can't be. Hange's—they're dead. Levi said—

The moment you feel a pair of lips press against yours, every doubt in your mind disappeared, the arm holding you to the wall following suit. You throw your arms over their shoulders with an overjoyed call of their name, pulling them down as you impatiently deepened the kiss, tilting your head just as how Hange had the first time they kissed you.

A pair of hands hold either side of your waist, carefully guiding you to the nearest room. When your back hits the soft cushion of your mattress, you pull away for a moment to check if it really is Hange.

“Your…” words drift past you, unsure of how to bring it up. Thankfully, Hange understands you perfectly. They let your hand hold the burnt side of their face, the taut skin at your palm. They assure you with a whisper, “It’s okay.”

No other words are exchanged. Instead, you lean forward, pressing a delicate kiss on that side of their face. Another on their patched eye.

You brush away the stray lock of hair falling to their face, your heart swelling in its cage as that warm smile grows on their bite-ridden lips.

"I'm assuming you missed me?" They jest, cocking up one eyebrow.

"God, I have so many things to say to you right now," you respond back, staring deeply as you memorize each feature on their face. "But all I can think of right now is how long we have before Levi and Onyankopon come back with the dogs."

A mischievous glint sparkles in their eye, lips pulling to a smirk as they dip down and capture your mouth once more. Hips grinding against your core, the roughness of their trousers as opposed to your skirt was enough to have you breathing even heavier. Each kiss feeling like a tousle of tongues, one where you willingly let them win.

Your legs cross behind their back, caging them in. Hange makes quick work to unbutton the shirts on your vest, throwing it away along with the white inner you had on. Now left in your bra and skirt, Hange shoves their head in between your breasts, wet open-mouthed kisses left all over the valley of skin.

You pull them down yourself, exposing your nipples to the warm air. Hange locks eyes with you, hunger and longing in their eye. Their lips close in on one tit, tongue lapping and suckling around your nipple like a babe.

"Oh—that, ohh, that feels good," your eyes screw shut, the foreign feeling sending shivers straight down your spine, into your coiling center.

Hange hums, the vibrations making you bite your lip all the more. "I missed you," they move to your other breast, licking a trail from the base up to the peak in a lewd display of tongue, letting you watch as they twirl the stiff peak around before sucking it in their mouth. They pull away, a string of saliva connecting your nipple to their lips, "I wished we could've did this before I left, sweet girl."

There it is. That nickname.

They'd always call Sina sweet boy whenever he does something, and a part of you wondered how it'd feel being called the same by them.

Now you know how—it was addicting.

Very fucking addicting.

"More, Hange, please," you plead with them, grabbing their face in your hands. "I need it now."

The deep chuckle that leaves their throat has you tightening your legs around them, arching your chest to feel them.

"We have time, sweet girl, don't worry. No one's going to come to this cabin. I made sure of that." They brush your hair behind your ear, capturing the needy look on your face. "Now take this off of me, now."

You didn't need to be told twice.

Both of you are naked in a second. Clothes scattered all over the empty bedroom, curtains shut and covered.

Your body was a painting of Hange's devotion. They made sure to pay every part of you with the attention owed from their three months of absence.

Blossoming love bites were all over your body in so little time. Over your collarbone, on the valley, in between, and under your breasts. Down to your pelvis, to your inner thighs; Hange didn't want to leave any part of you spotless.

"Hange, I haven't done this before. Can't we go with something more—I don't know, normal?" You can't help the crease that forms on your forehead, nervousness and arousal growing at the same time as you feel their breath directly against your cunt.

They run their palms over the globe of your ass, watching from below as the muscle jiggles with each time they move their hands.

"This is normal," they argue back, voice sounding throaty and rough, "I'm—I'm just having a quick drink. Nothing too out of the ordinary!"

"You just asked me to sit on your face! How is that any normal?"

"It's gonna be normal the moment we live together, sweet girl. I'll have you sit on my face every time we have nothing to do," you feel their smile across your southern region, mouth gliding against your dripping lips teasingly.

"I'll get this view every fucking day. Maybe have you sit on my face every morning before I help out in the main house, get some motivation in me before I start the day, huh?" They press a kiss in your inner thigh, chasing hungrily when you try to lift yourself up.

"You're—hey!—you're not listening to me, Hange," despite how much their words affect you, how erotic the sight of them is, you can't really dismiss the possibility of—"Hange!"

Your hands immediately shoot up to try and claw at the wall, a loud and high-pitched moan escaping your lips as Hange had pulled you down their face without any other warning. Their tongue sinking into you, exploring your gummy walls with such hunger and curiosity that you can't keep in your sweet sounds anymore. You could feel their nose bump into your clit with each time they lick up into you, the simultaneous stimulations driving you insane by the second.

Eyes screwed shut, you feel saliva drip from the corner of your mouth, falling somewhere on the pillows as you drop one hand to grab at Hange's hand. They had their arms around your thigh, strong muscles keeping you still even as you shake and tremble.

Their tongue slides up to suckle at your clit, twirling and flicking it around before enclosing it in their warm mouth. Satisfied groans leaving their mouth, vibrating through your insides.

You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, the muscles in your thighs spasming as you slowly lose control, legs squeezing their head. Curses leave your lips, desperate pleads of Hange's name as every sensation seems to grow stronger by the second.

"H—Oh, god, s'good... so good, Hange. Shit. I—I can't," your sobs increase in volume, eyes rolling to the back of your head, cunt clenching uncontrollably around their tongue.

"You can, sweet girl," they pull away a second to mumble that, diving back in hungrily.

You look down weakly, letting your forehead touch the wall as you watch them. Their head moved up and down vigorously, tongue-fucking you so messily that you could see the tip of their nose shining with your wetness. Each thrust of their tongue hitting all the right spots.

It doesn't take long for you to feel that sensation Hange had told you about before they made you straddle their face. That delicious peak that consumes your mind, the one that has every part of you clenching and shaking pathetically, the pleasure running through your body in waves upon waves.

You couldn't feel anything for a moment. Your weight dropping entirely into Hange's arms, trusting them enough to hold you up as you slowly drift back down.

Hange watched every moment of that. The way your legs convulsed around their head, the involuntary thrust of your hips against their mouth, desperate to chase your own pleasure for you.

They ease you down from the orgasm, slow and gentle licks until you slowly open your eyes again. The hoarse question of what're you looking at? making them grin.

"You okay?" They ask, licking up the remnants of your release, chuckling whenever you twitch away.

"That... That was insane," you say for the first time. You had one hand holding your hair away, the other on your forehead. "You're insane, Hange."

"No, actually it's just your orgasm," they say as-a-matter-of-factly.

You blink at them, not really back to your sanity.

They laugh, tapping your thigh, "C'mon, up," they gently pull one leg away, careful to catch your waist as you drop to one side, "I want you to lay down for me."

"Hange." The start of your complaint is met with a shush from them, arms snaking around your torso.

They take matters into their own hands as they maneuver you down the mattress all the while letting you taste your own release from their lips. "Taste that? Your sweet cunt?"

With one last kiss, they move away from you. Crawling down until they sat in between your spread legs, spreading their own to give you a glimpse of their gleaming arousal.

Their cunt was dripping. Begging. Enticing you with each second Hange sat with their legs spread. 

You watch as Hange takes two fingers into their mouth, bringing their slender fingers down to circle their clit. The vulgar display of their own neediness igniting the fire in your core.

"I'll need your help with this one, sweet girl," they grunt, biting their lip roughly.

"What is it—what do I do?" You ask, too aroused to worry about how pathetic you sounded.

Hange scoots forward, holding up your left leg and letting it rest on their hip, intertwining their legs with yours. Both of your cunts face each other, a few inches away, equally desperate.

"Fuck," you let out, sitting up on your elbows to get a clear view. Your eyes widen as you look at the sensuality of your positions now.

"I know, sweet girl," they breathed out, voice just as gruff as yours, "Tell me how it feels, alright? This'll feel a million times better if you enjoy it too so," their eye locks with yours, one more devilish grin on their lips, "Don't hold back, okay?"

You nod, the anticipation builds in your core as Hange moves closer, their fingers helping in spreading apart their pussy lips. Their clit press directly to yours. Even while perfectly still, you could feel the pleasure buzzing through every nerve on your body.

The first roll of their hips has your head falling back, the slippery drag of their slit against yours was heavenly. 

Hange whimpers, gripping your thigh for leverage as they began to move, snapping their hips to grind against yours. The wet sounds of your cunts sliding together fueling the fire in you, pushing you to move your own hips in tandem with theirs.

This is new. This is sonew.

You've never thought of something like this to bring you pleasure, not in this kind of position definitely.

Each time your cunt meets theirs in a rough grind, your breathy whines turn into crude moans. Hands clawing to hold Hange's, desperate to feel them hold you in any way they could.

"Talk to me," Hange demands, gentle yet commanding.

"W-what—ah!" your eyes roll back, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure. "More. More—Hange, more!"

You hear them huff, their free arm reaching over to pull you close to them. "More?" Their hips grind against yours with more force, teeth clenching together. "Is this enough? Is this good? Tell me, sweet girl. Use your words."

Your forehead drops to theirs, eyes peeling open to gaze straight into their hooded eye, your eyebrows jerking inwards. "Yes!" You scream, lips falling apart as you struggle to put together words, "Fuck—feels so good, Hange. I-I... need more, please."

"Huh," they let out a laugh, leaning forward to lay down kisses all over your face. Licking the salty tears before they even fully reach your jaw. "Didn't expect you to be this greedy, baby," they whisper, holding you by the back of your neck, closing the distance as your nipples touch together.

The two of you were nothing but a tangle of passion, desperate to drive each other to the very peak. Your cunts filling the room with lewd noises, almost enough to rival the loudness you both made with your moans and whimpers.

Your arms wrap around Hange, the last of your energy now spent on taking what you want, what you desperately need even though you just got off of an orgasm a few minutes ago.

Hange pulls you away just enough to get you to look at them. "Together, okay? I'm right with you," they grip you at the hips, using their strength to grind yourself against them until the two of you come together in a mess of cries.

Your hips jerk weakly, body falling to the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling with a daze look. The stars still present in your vision.

A body drops on top of you. Your sweaty bodies on top of one another, their head resting by your shoulder, face into the mattress.

The two of you lay there in silence, the tiredness seeping in. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Hange pulls their body up from yours, propping their elbow on the cushion.

They smile at you, toothy and playful, completely ignoring the sweat that's dripping from your neck to your naked chest.

You weren't as disciplined as them, so your eyes immediately drop to stare at their tits.

"Eyes up," they whistle.

"Oh," you say playfully, "I kind of got distracted."

Hange scoffs at you, taking your chin in between their fingers and pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss. Their skillful tongue subduing yours and exploring your mouth.

"You really gotta to teach me that some time," you comment once you pull away.

"Oh, I'll teach you a lot alright," they grin changing both of your positions before the room erupts in giggles and, probably, more moaning.

"You should've told me they were alive! You watched me cry and lay my heart out for nothing," you hit Levi on the shoulder the moment you see him again.

Both you and Hange were fully clothed now, having just entered the main house where you spot a lot of familiar faces. The dogs were out in the garden with Hange, freshly bathed according to Onyankopon.

"Hey, you cut me off every time I talked about Hange. Not my fault you're impatient," Levi responded back, snippy in his tone yet you don't miss the slight amusement curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh really? You didn't think to tell me Hange's alive even when we got to the boat?"

Levi shrugs, drinking his tea. "Must have slipped my mind."