The Throne of Paradis

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/43505809.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë
Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë
Additional Tags: Female Hange Zoë, She/Her Pronouns for Hange Zoë, Captain Levi
Ackerman, levihan - Freeform, Throne Sex, Smut, Some Fluff, Oral Sex,
Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Hange is my everything, Drabble, Sort Of,
Light Angst, Levi Ackerman in Love, And He Knows It, The Throne of
Paradis has a new ruler, Hange's ass, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping,
sex in risky places
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Steamy Levihan Drabbles Collection
Stats: Published: 2022-12-09 Words: 1,625 Chapters: 1/1
 The Throne of Paradis
by TheDeadQueen

Summary

Hange Zoë, the commander of the Survey Corps, humanity’s brightest, and the mystery of
chocolate eyes was sitting on the throne… bare as the day she was born except for the
emerald bolo tie hanging between her breasts.

Notes

insomniacscribbles, thank you so much for inspiring me with your work! I'll check out more
of your stories as soon as I have time!

See the end of the work for more notes

Inspired by Royal Service by insomniacscribbles

The red velvet chair didn’t look imposing in the loneliness of the empty throne room. Her
steps echoed against the large windows covered by elegant curtains. The last rays of sunlight
coming through the thin fabric reflected on her glasses as she stopped in front of the steps to
the throne of Paradis. A dozen kings had seated on the glorified chair, ruling the Eldians with
lies. The commander of the Survey Corps sighed loudly, exhausted by countless military
meetings and the threat from the outside world.

“Fucking Niles of all people is asking about you,” a deep voice said some meters away from
her.

“All the meetings are the same lately,” she responded, her eye fixed on the throne.

“I’ll be damned if I see Historia sitting on her ass on that uncomfortable thing,” his voice
vibrated in her ear now.

“A king shouldn’t be sitting comfortably… or so they say. There’s an old tale of a man who
wanted to be king, he dreamed of having the luxuries and riches of one. He said to his
Majesty he was fortunate to be in a position of power, but the king didn’t share the same
opinion. He offered the man to switch places with him for a day… the man was thrilled,
surrounded by good food, obedient servants, and beautiful women. However, the king
arranged it so that a sword hung over the throne, merely held by a single thread. He said
that’s how it felt to be king… the sense of impending doom that consumes those who rule
over others,” she climbed the first steps as she finished the story.

“That’s why those cowards had other people doing their killing for them,” he concluded,
keeping an eye on Hange who suddenly took off her military coat.

“It’s just… a chair,” she murmured and loosened up her bolo tie.

“An ugly chair,” Levi added.

A piece of fabric fell on his feet and he realized it was a white shirt. He looked up the instant
another one of the commander’s clothes covered his eyes. She smiled mischievously while
throwing the top that binded her chest at him. He had never tried to comprehend the unhinged
scientist’s actions and just when he thought she couldn’t cross another line, she found a way
to do it. His heart almost stopped before the scene he was witnessing.

He said the chair was ugly, but he swallowed his own words. Hange Zoë, the commander of
the Survey Corps, humanity’s brightest, and the mystery of chocolate eyes was sitting on the
throne… bare as in the day she was born except for the emerald bolo tie hanging between her
breasts. The candles from the chandelier illuminated her skin, giving her a delicate glow.

The curve of her slim waist was more noticeable against the red velvet back of the chair. She
crossed her legs and hid what he was craving. He was hot and dizzy, his own body started to
react to her nakedness.

“Do I look like a Queen, Levi?” she asked playfully.

He climbed the steps to the throne with trembling legs. The strongest soldier fell on his knees
in front of her, hopelessly trying to keep his composure. The words slid out of his mouth as if
they had a life of their own. The words that had been brewing in his chest, took shape with
each beat of his heart.

“You are my everything, Hange Zoë,” he replied hoarsely.

Her breath got caught in her throat and she pulled him upwards from the collar of his shirt.
Their lips brushed, touched, and finally melted into each other. He fell into her warmth and
tasted her wild flavor. She moaned softly as he consumed her, indulging himself in the
wetness of her mouth. He separated from her painfully slow, and she exhaled, holding back a
whimper.

He dragged his hands from her knees to her inner thighs. She shivered, his touch was
familiar, surprisingly gentle, and it left her desperate for more. His gray eyes were screaming
in the silence of the throne room that he wanted her. Her chocolate gaze reciprocated his
desire. He had taken her a summer night, months after the tragic battle of Shiganshina. It had
been almost cathartic, two bodies dominated by primal instincts. However, he couldn’t forget
her scent, the taste of her skin, and the tone of her voice as she moans in pleasure.

The captain opened her legs slightly, his fingers slithered closer to the hair crowning the lips
of her sex. He went up and down her slit, and her grip on the arms of the throne tightened. He
drew circles around her erect nub as she sighed. Her nipples hardened, and he lowered his
head between her thighs, impatiently, his tongue grazed her flesh and her moan bounced
against the walls. His thoughts dissolved in an animalistic need to satisfy her.

The long strokes of his tongue made her bite her lips. He buried it deep, hungrily feeding his
passion on her arousal. She tasted of the forbidden fruit that had ripened in her bedroom on a
summer night. He smelled the sunlight on her skin. He followed the dance of her hips as he
eagerly pressed her clit with the tip of his tongue. His hands caressed her slender legs while
his sucking motions undid her on the velvet chair.

She went still, quiet, her nails dug into the armrest, and a series of moans hit his ears. His
mouth was vicious and unyielding. She gave in to the incessant tingles born in her womb.
She forgot the bolo tie glued to her chest, and spread her legs further apart before squeezing
his head between her thighs. The commander cried out at the peak of blinding ecstasy, and he
hummed in satisfaction. His crude mouth was still wet when he looked up at her.

Hange Zoë was no king, and yet her naked body upon King Fritz’s throne was magnificent.
Her round breasts were going up and down at the rhythm of her accelerated breathing. Drops
of sweat dripped down her flat stomach, pooling in her belly button before dying in the velvet
seat. Her cunt was still wet, and she hadn’t closed her legs yet.

He removed the glasses and the dark eye patch from her face. His lips rolled down her neck,
and she couldn’t stay silent. She gasped, whimpered, and sighed as he kissed one of her
breasts, then her nipples. She moaned loudly and surrounded his hips with her strong legs.
She pulled his dark hair as his kisses became more intense, his tongue swirled around her
peaks. She rubbed her clit against his erection, demanding that piece of him inside her.
Levi caressed her cheek, his thumb reached her damaged eye. The one that died with the
image of her comrade’s sacrifice frozen in time. A death she had mourned in silence when
they entangled the commander’s bolo tie around her neck. Sometimes it was too tight, and
she couldn’t breathe, so his kisses became the air in her lungs. The hazel brown eye glistened,
and he fell into her mouth. She kissed him back desperately, throwing her arms around his
neck, pulling him into her bare chest. They got drunk in the friction of their bodies, the
temperature rising, and the smell of the dozens of candles burning in the throne room.

He lifted one of her legs, and she threw her head back in anticipation. They locked eyes as he
penetrated her slowly, relishing in the sensation of her flesh welcoming his length,
swallowing him whole. There was a sharp sword hanging over her head, he could see it, but
he was ready to let it pierce his heart in her stead if that could save her. He thrust into her
energetically, creating a symphony of grunts with her moans.

The ugly chair creaked after a hundred years of supporting the weight of simple men, ghosts
of the ancient Kings of the fearsome Eldian Empire. Spirits consumed in the mistakes of the
ones before them. A commander wasn’t a king, but there were ghosts looming over her.
Suddenly, he ripped the bolo tie off her neck. He needed Hange Zoë, free of her chains, filthy,
disheveled, and breathtakingly beautiful.

She held onto his leg as she met his deep thrusts, her muscles tensed, and her limbs trembled.
He slowed down just to slam into her insides with renovated force. She leaned on the back of
the chair and screamed as the spam of her orgasm forced him to keep pace. This time he
drove her insane with his unmatched stamina and the knowledge of the secrets hidden in her
anatomy.

“Let me… save you, Hange,” he whispered in her ear, coming in her thighs.

“We can save each other,” she responded and hugged him tightly.

She stayed in his lap after they changed positions to allow him to recover, her fingers tickled
him gently as she ran them along his undercut. Levi breathed on the crook of her neck,
stealing a smile from her lips. His hands roamed her back while the stars covered the night
sky. The uncomfortable throne convinced him that power was a terrible curse. It destroyed
the cheerful scientist in her, and now was threatening to eat the rest of her soul.

“Did the sword fall on the man’s head?” he asked lowly, almost a purr against her lips.

“Not on that one… Levi…I’m-” she said, and he noticed a serious tone in her voice.

“You aren’t a Queen or a King. You are Hange Zoë, and you’re mine as I’m yours,” the
captain assured her as a tear ran down her cheek.
End Notes

I'm crawling back from my dark corner of health issues to post this.
If anyone draws Hange naked on the throne, please let me know cause I gotta see that.
I heard Levi is talented with his tongue hehehe

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