Levi cought a wild Hange!
We hade some fun with Andy K how took this awesome photos for us!!
He is a great photographer. Go and visit is Facebook Page. :)
I always imagine it as very fucking intense and desperate because in my head they’ve kind of spent a long time building up these feelings for each other and trying to suppress them due to the clusterfuck going on around them, and trying to focus on their work.
And it just kind of reaches breaking point and goes down after something really shitty or traumatic happens and all they were doing was trying to awkwardly comfort each other but then ONE SMALL SLIP UP HAPPENS. Like maybe a very casual hand touch or gesture lingers a little too long, and then the ensuing questioning eye contact GOES ON A LITTLE LONGER, and then they’re just looking at each other like *yes this is the person. this is my person. who I’ve been comrades and good friends with for so many goddamn years and we’ve been through so much together and lost our squads to the same battle and supported each other through all of it and yes maybe there was a time where I knew I felt more for them bUT HOW CAN I FOCUS ON THAT WHEN THERE’S A WORLD-ENDING BATTLE GOING DOWN BUT FUCK IT I NEED THEM*
and its just all clothes being clumsily but desperately pulled off and confused, alarmed glances at each other in-between because is this REALLY FINALLY HAPPENING? and then just heavy breathing and clinging and clawing like they’re seeing a member of their own species for the first time and its awesome but also terrifying because what is this going to mean
and they’re both just overwhelmed with the desperation and the feelings and need for comfort from the one person who has been with them through everything and who they respect and love and fucking understand and who they know understands them better than anyone and it’s the most intense ‘YOU’RE MINE, YOU’RE FINALLY MINE’ overdue sex of the century
drawing Hanji-san’s eyes in Sungeki style ^^
based off of trash-god's headcanon post; slightly nsfw
"Y’know, I think that some of the younger recruits are under the impression that we don’t like each other," Hanji says one day, lounging on Levi’s bed, her hair down and shirt unbuttoned.
He looks up from the paperwork littering his desk and meets her eyes. “Why would you say that?”
"I dunno," she starts, "it’s just that we’re never very… romantic around each other.”
"That bother you?" He raises an eyebrow. Levi’s never pegged Hanji for the type to need assurance of his feelings; she’s never seemed to need it before.
She shakes her head and gets up to cross the room to his desk. Sitting on the polished wood, she crosses her legs and puts her hands in her lap, prim and proper. The sight is enough to make Levi crack a smile—but he quickly drops it into his normal stone faced expression.
"No, it doesn’t. It was just an observation."
"Ah, okay," Levi replies, getting up out of his desk chair. He steps toward the bathroom. "You sure though?"
"Well," Hanji says, "I guess a little bit of romanticism would be okay…"
When she looks back at him she doesn’t even laugh at the sight that greets her. He’s got his pants undone, dick out, and is making a sorry attempt at bedroom eyes towards her.
"Romantic enough for you?"
"Sure." She shrugs. "But I hope you know, now that you’ve whipped it out, I expect sex."
Levi sighs. “Fine. But romance is lost on you.”
"I don’t think that counts as romance, Levi."
Quick chibi/child Levihan doodle, I wanted to do something sweet (/owo)/
Algo tarde pero bueno.
fue con amor
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
Low light filled the room they were in. The oil lamp already starting to burn out just a bit as the night went on. They went from speaking of what titans could possible be, where they came from, what happened to the humans that were convicted to that lifestyle to silence. The Captain sat perched on the couch, leaned back into the soft cushion it offered, elbow propped on the arm rest as he held a book over vast plains.
The other was preoccupied, fingers just coursing through brown locks. The only thing that broke the silence was him muttering how Zoe needed a haircut. He expected some snarky reply of them telling him to give them on then but when no answer was received, he looked away from the printed words to the Commander asleep in his lap.
Strange to see how they looked asleep, body for once relaxed as much as possible, brow no longer holding that look of concentration—
they looked innocent, just another tired being who was worn down from the weight of the world on their shoulders. Book was closed, placed on the armrest as he moved his right hand to their beating heart and his other on their hair. Life was coming from then, but for how long? How long would they have together until they were needed to die or until he was ordered to die if necessary for their freedom?
One of them had to survive, there was no changing that. But who was to go first and who was to see to it that the other sees freedom with them? Slate hues stare down at their resting face, thoughts of life without them flashing in his mind before teeth bite on his lower lip. He cares too much and only few know this. They do and so does Erwin.
Pressure is put on his palm, as if he wanted to break their chest, fingers gripped the white fabric of their shirt. He doesn’t want them to ever leave, he wished some days they never took position of the Commander. But he wouldn’t voice this because they already knew his thoughts and in turn they knew him as a Captain would not ever leave their side unless it was necessary.
Some more Levi and Hange for you!
This outfits were made because of a headcanon: We imagine Hange and Levi exploring the world after getting rid of the titans and every other shit thats going on in the manga currently. Just imagine a lot of bickering, working together, a lot of sex and getting old together. :) Mister and Misses Smith-Style
(…and getting Samson and Leelu somewhere on the way)