#lucy stuff

I swear haha I love these two. One last spoiler!

The camp buzzed with low chatter, the occasional clang of cutlery, and the crackle of firewood. The stew for the night was hot, thick, and barely appetizing, but no one complained — not openly, at least.

Hange bent down with a wooden bowl in hand, holding it out to the omega girl who sat a little off to the side, arms crossed, clearly pouting. “Stew’s still hot,” they offered cheerfully. “Eat before Sasha raids the pot again.”

She shook her head with a small grimace. “No, thank you…”

Hange’s brows lifted as they plopped down right beside her, comfortably close on her right. “What’s the matter, love?” they asked, elbow lightly bumping her arm. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous just because you’re sharing a tent with your hubby tonight.”

They winked — cheeky and dramatic — and just like that, her expression went from grumpy frown to wide-eyed horror, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“What?!” she yelped, loud enough to startle one of the nearby horses.

On her left, Levi leaned just slightly into her periphery, still crouched over his own bowl. “Hange,” he said, his tone exhausted, “don’t be a pain in the ass.”

“Ohhh, touchy tonight, are we?” Hange chuckled. “Sensitive alpha energy, huh?” Then they turned back to the girl and nudged again, voice light but curious. “So, seriously now. What’s wrong?”

“She doesn’t want to piss in the forest,” Levi answered flatly, spooning another bite into his mouth.

The girl gasped, scandalized. “Levi! We’re in the middle of dinner!”

“What?” Levi muttered, unfazed. “It’s true.”

“Have some manners! You’re going to make the Commander lose their appetite!”

But Levi slowly shook his head, gesturing vaguely toward Hange with his spoon. “Nothing can kill their appetite. You’ve got no idea the kind of shit they’re into.”

“Into?” she repeated, eyes wide. “Like… hobbies?”

Both Levi and Hange scoffed at the same time, almost in sync.

She looked between them, bewildered. “What’s so funny? Him? You? What is this, why are you two always talking in riddles?”

Without missing a beat, Hange flung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a half-hug. “Well, if he’s being cranky, you can always share my tent instead.”

Her eyes widened, genuinely unsure if that was a joke. “Really?”

“You wouldn’t want that,” Levi cut in, deadpan. “They don’t wash their hands after taking a shit.”

“EW!” she yelped, immediately jerking away from Hange and scooting a bit closer to her husband on instinct.

Hange gave a playful shrug. “You’d be even more disgusted if you knew what he does.”

“What?! Why?” she blinked, curiosity sparking past the disgust.

Hange leaned in, grinning wide. “Well…”

“Shitty glasses,” Levi warned, already preparing to shut the whole thing down.

“Do you know what shibari—”

A sharp thwap cut the air as Levi smacked the back of Hange’s head.

“HEY! I’m your commander!”

“Then behave like it,” Levi shot back, voice cool and unimpressed. “You’re scaring her.”

Hange laughed through it, rubbing the back of their head. “You’ll scare her,” they teased.

“Tch. I’m not a savage.”

But at that, the girl stood up with a huff, clearly irritated. “I hate sitting between you two. You never include me in the conversation!” She spun on her heel and stormed off toward the other cadets’ fire, plopping herself down in between Jean and Connie.

Levi watched her go, then slowly went back to his food like nothing had happened. Once she was out of earshot, he muttered low, “I’m not a savage. I’ll just… wait until she’s a bit more mellow.”

Hange chuckled into their spoon. “Sharing tents, huh? Just don’t forget to blow out the candles. You know how shadows look on fabric. Not very forgiving.”

Levi closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, as if praying for patience. “I’m not going to cherry-pop my wife in a tent, for fuck’s sake.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Hange grinned, clearly not sorry at all. “A man of class, how noble.”

They took another bite before adding casually, “But since you told me you couldn’t even jerk off when she was in the next room because it ‘felt weird’... I figured you might be a bit more needy by now.”

Levi choked slightly on his stew, shot them a sharp look, and growled, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Hange grinned, entirely entertained.

There was a beat of silence between them — until Levi muttered under his breath, almost like a joke not meant to be heard, “…But she better not ask me twice.”

Hange snorted into their bowl. “Really?”

Me: *about to head out to bed*

Brain: sooo I have a writing idea

Me: no, I'm taking a break and so is Confidence.

Confidence: yeah.

Brain: ok but hear me out. The idea is great.

Me: I'll write it down.

Brain: ok well there's more than one.

Me:

Brain:

Confidence:

I finally had the time and motivation to sit down and redo Lucy's reference sheet!!! Now you can actually tell what kind of fashion sense she has! (and additionally, hopefully, what kind of personality she has, too?)

My favourite true-crime youtuber: *airline name* tragedy! One of the worst airplane crashes!