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seems like quite a lot of you agrees. i'm getting ideas

i want mentor!hange x tribute!reader 40k word angst fic that's all good night

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i want mentor!hange x tribute!reader 40k word angst fic that's all good night

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Reblog if you're bored and you want anons.

Or non-anons. Whatever works for you!

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No shame saying this but i lowkey want to ride their nose.

hange zoë the things you do to me are crazy.

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still into you — h. zoë

PAIRING. ex!Hange x fem!reader SYNOPSIS. You found yourself back in the arms of your ex at a party.

CONTENT. ex!Hange, Hange is still very much into you, very suggestive, MDNI, bad decisions, not proofread very well WORD COUNT. 900+ A/N. continued this one from an old draft. i have so many drafts, may god help me.

"Remember who you used to be when you were with me?" their eyes bored through yours as they spoke, the faint light from outside creating an illusion of warm darkness in their eyes. The same one you used to behold in every waking.

And their question made you think and a few came to mind: happier, with a stronger resolve, had a crystal clear view of the future, and even as the memory seared to think about, you cannot utter the one-word Hange was looking for— better. 

Your fists clenched at their loose, unbuttoned shirt, caged in their arms in the bed of who knows who. The celebration outside the room sounded so faint and hollow from within. 

Better. 

It was a shameful admission, almost an acceptance that your decision to break apart from them was wrong. Your mouth was an inch close to saying something thoughtless, indignant, and opposite of what you truly felt when Hange muted you with their lips. They tried to keep your hands in place on the mattress only for you to wrestle from their grip and clench around their collar. There was hunger and shame present as your hands slid down to desperately tear through their clothes like a weak creature who hadn't figured out yet how to use its claws. 

Each jagged gasp and each suppressed whimper from their kisses made your skin crawl. You were nothing but flesh scrawled with the word pathetic and all its synonyms. 

Breaking up with them and crawling back into their arms not even a year after was so foolish even the thought made you wince. 

But you entertained each kiss, giving back more primal ones that marked through their neck and made their lips a brighter shade of red. The shame was distant, observing and disgusted as you found yourself naked beneath them again.

Hange's warm eyes grazed your figure, running a gentle hand on your side before resting on your hip. Their lips found yours once more before sliding down to your jaw and neck. Hange took their time to get to your breasts and stomach, each kiss growing slower and slower. Your legs unconsciously closed between them, a desperateness for friction and contact before Hange forced them back into the mattress. 

"Hange, please..." your whine came with another squeeze into their arm. 

"It's been such a long time since I heard you say that," they breathed. "Patience, sweetheart."

You wanted to whine, claw at their shoulders like you always do when you can't help yourself. But you held yourself, your fingertips ghosting over their shoulder, retrieving the memory of your past love from the back of your mind. You wondered if someone held them like you always used to between the months that you weren't in their arms if their lips touched someone else's. It made your insides itch, yearning to claim their touch as yours once more. 

"You're staring," Hange briefly kissed your lips. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," you whispered softly.

They brushed hair from your face, eyes tracing the lines on your face.

"Just admit you missed me." The corner of their lips quirked into a smile.

"I did." Your voice was soft as a feather, brushing between your lips. Their brown eyes met yours, turning a shade of red ochre in the light of the bedroom. They were so close yet so helplessly far. You can't bring your lips to meet theirs anymore. 

They closed the distance, untangling you from the invisible bounds that kept you frozen. Their deep kiss stole your breath, each dip telling you to focus here and now. You were theirs tonight. Yesterday and tomorrow didn't matter. 

The night blurred, the music outside faded, and the time floated over your heads. Hange was a drug in your veins, each touch from their hands was warm electricity in your skin. The room was just the right coolness, their barely hanging clothes brushing just the right way on your bare skin. 

At some point, they let you rest. Their head leaned against the headboard, arms draped over your body as you sat on their lap. The night was long enough for you to share drinks, random stories, and even cry on their shoulder. You felt pathetic, your make-up all smeared, your clothes god knows where, and crying on your ex's lap but you didn't have the strength to care. 

"You're quite a mess, darling," Hange smiled, their finger wiping the tears falling from your face. "But pretty as always."

"Shut up," you sniffled, resting back on their shoulder. Their hand returned to your back, rubbing soothing circles as they positioned you properly on their lap.

"You know," their voice became solemn. "I missed you too. I never... really got over this. Us. I knew you'd be here."

"Stalker," you mumbled to which they chuckled.

"I'd prefer informed," they continued, absentmindedly gathering your hair into a braid. 

"What now? We forget all of this tomorrow, move on?" you asked. 

"Don't you want to come home with me?" they asked.

"Sounds like a bad idea," you replied. "I'm in."

Not long ago, you were foolishly dreaming about marriage. A family and a home, never quite foreseeing the future of a break-up and alcoholic mistakes. But as you left the party and slid inside their car, the future didn't quite matter. It is too blurry to be understood and too shady to differentiate a wise decision from the opposite. But it didn't matter when you felt right where you were. 

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Clueless | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x reader Summary: Your research partner, Hange, is clueless about romance. Or so you thought. Content: just fluffy research partners trope A/N: i survived college hell week so here you go. HVD HANGE LOVERS!!

"I didn't know you could walk slower," you remarked as Hange strode beside you. 

Early training was exhausting, coupled with the paperwork you have to handle after. Just thinking about it drains your energy.

Your ever-energetic Section Commander only beamed at you and responded, "Well, I have to match your pace more often now."

"Why is that?"

"Since we became research partners?"

Your head racked in confusion, gaze snapping back to them.

"Research partners? Since when?"

"I knew you still haven't read Erwin's notice," they said matter-of-factly, pulling a folded sheet of paper from their uniform. "He thinks your works are impressive and said we should work together on a new trapping device."

"That... sounds exhausting..." 

"Right! Exciting, isn't it?" Hange smiled, too deep in their excitement that they misheard you. You can never keep up with that amount of enthusiasm, try as you might. 

After pulling an all-nighter last night to organize files, your commander now wants to transfer you to the thinking team. Great. 

"When are we going to start?" you asked Hange. 

-

It turns out that working closely with Hange would present unexpected issues. You have no problem with Hange or the work itself as being with them brightens your day more than you cared to admit. Sometimes you wonder why they're so good at making you smile and laugh even at the face of mathematical formulas and complex design structures but that's a question for another day. Your real musings lie on the question of why they're so clueless about people hitting on them. Surely, the box of chocolates left on their desk with hearts scribbled all over it or the cadets swooning over them when they passed by the corridor weren't just people being friendly as Hange always liked to think. 

This present issue became more clear when Valentine's Day arrived. To think that your lot makes time to celebrate this event is amusing. You were with Hange the whole time that day, brainstorming and sleepless that you almost forgot about the day of love happening just outside your doors. 

"What if we try it? You know, outside?" Hange offered, sipping on their fifth mug of coffee. "See if it works?"

"Hange, it's a long-range weapon. And there are people outside," you muttered sleepily, yawning as you walked towards the window to allow some sunlight in. You drew the curtains and looked down. "People celebrating apparently."

"For what?" Hange asked absentmindedly, busy scribbling down a few ideas that you probably have to illustrate later. 

"Dunno," you yawned again, drawing the blinds back. "I'm sleeping. You can't stop me."

"Go ahead," they said, thumb pointing at the bed. "I'll wake you up later."

-

When Hange woke you up about an hour later, you hid under their pillows and bargained for another five minutes of sleep. 

"No, silly, we're not going to work. I brought something," their voice came, lifting the pillows you're hiding on. 

Their brown eyes beamed at you, holding up something as your vision cleared. 

Chocolate? 

No, not just that. They've got an armful of it. 

"Where on earth did you get all of that?"

"Outside the door," they muttered, opening one to munch on it. They offered you one. "Surprising, huh?" 

"Well, it's Valentine's Day." You only remembered about a minute ago. 

"It is?" Their eyes widened momentarily. "I thought it's tomorrow."

You laughed softly, taking a chocolate from their hand. "We've been staring at plans all week, we didn't know."

"About time," they spoke, sitting on the spot next to you. Their eyes met yours and for a moment, you were tempted to look away as if gazing any longer will melt you in a puddle. It's not helping that they seemed to enjoy looking at you more than anything else recently. "Let's have dinner. There's a new dinner just outside the quarters."

"Did, uh, did we miss dinner downstairs?" 

"Yeah... I forgot about it." A sheepish grin crossed their face. "Doesn't matter, though. It's only 9 PM."

-

It turns out that diners were occupied that day, couples swarmed the place as the buttery scent of baked goods wafted in the air. After the long queue, you managed to take back four sandwiches which you ate in your shared room. 

Hange sat on the bed next to you, scribbling equations, crossing them out, and starting over again. It was adorable how their brows crease when they think.

"Hange?"

"Hm?"

"Shouldn't you sleep?"

They smiled, "Later."

"Happy Valentine's Day," you mumbled sleepily, curling up next to them.

"You too." Hange's gaze lingered on your sleeping form, thinking of the reservation for two they booked yesterday.

They stayed up late that night, writing down equations, and dimming the lamp to allow you some sleep. They were asleep until afternoon slumped over their papers which you diligently put away when you woke up that morning. You only understood half of what was written, guided by Hange's short annotations on the page. It warmed your insides, knowing that Hange wrote these equations for your designs. The invention you're both working on felt more feasible and easier to envision.

- 

"It's working well, Commander," you reported to Erwin later that day when he asked about the device's progress.

"It must have been, huh? Hange knows how to gather a great team," he smiled amicably. "They specifically requested for you."

Your cheeks heated up, smiling warmly even on your way out of Erwin's office.

Hange was waiting in the corridor, notebook discarded and eyes lighting up when they saw you. They half-run in your direction, energetic and beaming as always as though they had enough sleep.

"Ready to go?" They asked, walking beside you.

"Where?"

That same charming smile you always notice creased their cheeks.

"Maybe the diner has a seat for two this time."

[hangesdarling]

i always imagine hange's dorky side from this movie clip

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omgg omg OMGG finally another s&b enthusiast!! I have this general idea in my head where reader is kinda like zoya in terms of personality and is really dedicated to the Darkling after being saved by him. but the story won't focus on that! because she'll soon realize his manipulations and cruelty, and that there's a very adorkable fabrikator (hange) who loves her from afar <3

I have so many ideas about this, they're actually playing in my head 😭 writing a fantasy au fic with love triangle and all is kinda insane tho, idk if I'll actually write this but I'm excited too!

would anybody like to indulge me in my fabrikator!hange x fem reader fic shadow and bone au??

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would anybody like to indulge me in my fabrikator!hange x fem reader fic shadow and bone au??

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could u make Hange × reader who reader gets shot instead of Sasha when gabi and falco invade the plane?? (angst pliss)

mourner — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You were shot after the attack on Liberio. CONTENT. angst, death, grief (lmk what else) WORD COUNT. 900+ A/N. this is a bit short, i’d like to improve it in the future

The distant explosions were overpowered by the sound of the engine as the vehicle flew away. You brought the shotgun back to your side, sighing, closing your eyes as you convinced yourself that this was for the Survey Corps. For Eldia. 

A smile crept on your lips as a brighter future played on your eyelids. After this war, Hange promised you a life away from violence and destruction. Sure, it will take time to adjust considering the life you both grew up with. But it was a life to fight for, despite the lives taken by each bullet from your gun. 

I'll do anything for us to be happy, you once told them. 

The soldiers gathered on the ship. Now that Eren was back and alliances had been formed, it was time to go back to Paradis to set the next plan. 

Being near the open doors stirred discomfort inside you. So you moved away, eyes searching for your lover and trying to distinguish their voice from the crowd. 

Eventually, you spotted the top of their head, their dark hair gathered into a bun. You waved a hand, a soft smile on your lips. 

"Hans, I think Armin was calling you inside earlier. Probably something important," you called. 

"Oh, right. I almost forgot. I'll be back in a minute," they answered and disappeared into a nearby door. 

Take care, the remark died on your lips as they swiftly went back inside to hear about the succeeding operations. 

--

A scream ripped through the back of the crowd from where you stood. No one had anticipated another attack, especially from a child carrying a gun. The soldiers dispersed, their hands too late to reach for their guns as a gunshot rippled across the room. 

The pain that shot through your ribs had been manageable for the first few seconds. But as soon as you fell on the ground, a desperate battle to catch your breath ensued as though your lungs were filling with blood, the hole releasing a great dam. It felt like drowning after being speared except all that filled your senses were your blood, thick, warm, once alive. 

-

As if your situation can't get any worse, the gunshot fired right when Hange emerged from the door. It was deafening, and cold, their skin erupted in gooseflesh. The realization took seconds to set in, the dispersing crowd allowing them a sight of you. The soldiers' hidden fear of their commander resurfaced as Hange stepped through the crowd. 

Hange's head snapped towards the two unfamiliar figures on the plane, using their good eye to aim and shoot without hesitation. Their vision was too clouded, their mind failing to register who or what it was that killed you. Even if it was an animal or a monster, they wouldn't have known. 

Die, damnit!

Hange's mind raced with that angry current of thought until Jean had to drag them back and force their gun away from their grip. 

"Commander, please—"

"SHUT UP!" Hange said in an outburst, pulling their gun once more to take their aim. The current of thought sparked and resurfaced, putting a veil over their reason. But when Hange aimed for the kill for one last time, they gasped and fell back, dropping the gun. 

Those figures they had been ruthlessly aiming at earlier were children, in each other's arms as if protecting each other from a barrage that would follow. One had huge fearful eyes, while the other had a desperate and angry gaze. Nonetheless, they are both wounded and huddled in a corner, escaping those bullets with a few wounds by luck.

Hange's fist clenched. They were disoriented, their eye red and hands itching for a violent release. But they heard your voice, the guiding compass in their head that sets them right. 

--

They thought they were strong. They thought they could handle your loss. That's what you would have wanted anyway. 

When a soldier brought Gabi to them, Hange only looked away and muttered, "Get her out of here. Quickly, before I do something I'll regret."

Being a Commander, the purpose of advocating for peace and freedom slowly diminished from their mind. Whenever they place a fist against their chest, they feel nothing but hollowness as though nothing was inside. They buried their heart with you, and everything else slowly followed. A slow rot, a painful decay. At some point in the future, Eldia will achieve peace. Soon, everyone will forget, the long years of suffering and sacrifice will be stuck in history books. 

Hange never left your grave, rooted every day on a spot near your headstone. When they gaze out by the balcony window, they're always tempted to reach the ground. To jump out and try to play with the odds of which fall would lead them back to you. However, every time they get close enough to the edge, they hear your reprimanding voice, your desperate touch, your sobs and tears. Hange withdraws from the railing, falling back to the floor, all the sobs they couldn't let out transpiring into an agonized scream that didn't sound like them. It was a voice by agony itself possessing their soul. It burned their throat, it pained their chest. But all they could do was crawl back to the room you once shared and drown in the comfort of alcohol. 

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rewriting the drafts in my notes! i have sm drafts for the pasts requests :') i'll try to improve their quality, feedback is very much appreciated <3

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last anniversary — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. It was your last anniversary with Hange. CONTENT. 18+ (suggestive), MDNI, toxic yuri, toxic relationship, yandere!hange zoë, angst, implied smut, restraining, handcuffs, kidnapping, abuse, blood, wounds (lmk what else). Please don't proceed further if this content triggers you! WORD COUNT. 1.8k words A/N. I found this draft I wrote in October last year. I was so unwell that time huh

The first thing Hange noticed when they turned on your side of the bed was the sour expression contorting your face. The second was how you seemed to recoil at a single touch from them. They sighed, withdrawing their hand from your thigh and said, "Caught you in a bad mood, huh?"

Hange caught the twitch on your lip, the slight turn of your head away from them. They didn't want to push it too far this time so they stood up, eyes on their watch as they announced that they would be going. But before they do so, they stroked your hair, bent down to kiss your unmoving lips, and said I love you in response to your silence.

Hange has been getting this kind of attitude from you for the latter half of the month. Their copy of your period calendar does not explain most of your mood swings. They brought you good food and fancy items to uplift your spirits despite your current mentions of a cool-off and a break-up. They brushed it off as one of your emotional episodes. Hange knew you'd forget all those nonsensical flurries once they have you spread out in bed every day after work

And for the most part their kisses work, the sweet nothings whispered in your ear work. But you get stubborn, caught up in an emotional episode, sobbing when they're holding you, suppressing the tears when they're fucking you. As much as Hange hates to see you handcuffed in bed, you were just too difficult to work around with. 

"Hey, sweet pea, don't cry. Calm down, will you?" 

Hange soothes you back to sleep, wiping each tear from your eyes and waiting for you to drift into slumber. They always remove the handcuffs in the morning. 

But as they went to work, they had high hopes for this day. Maybe you're just pretending, pulling that sour face to them because you have an anniversary surprise in mind. After all, it's your second anniversary together. Hange wants to match that surprise with the same enthusiasm, whatever you're planning in mind. They happily stacked away all their finished paperwork, stretching with a smile on their face at the thought of coming home to you.

It was 8 AM when they reached their doorstep, swiftly fishing their keys out of their pocket with one hand as their other held a bottle of wine. Darkness crept inside as they entered and shut the door close. Hange's eyes furrowed in confusion. It seems like the light illuminating the streets was brighter than the inside of their house. Their footsteps quickened, wondering what on earth were you doing to have all the lights off. But before their hands flick the switch on, they listened to the darkness. The light thuds of a cupboard, the sound of metal clacked against the tiled floor, the collapse of a box of nails, and other items being hurled to the other side of the room. 

Hange sighed, pinching their eyebrows as they flicked the switch on.  

"Y/N?" Hange whispered, your name short-lived on their lips as they found your form kneeling against the cupboard, blood staining your arms. The blood trickled down your elbows, your face red with tears slowly turned to them. 

Hange's heart clenched when they realized their mistake. 

They failed to remove your handcuffs this time. 

That explains the copious bleeding from your hands. They ran to you, not wanting to imagine what discomfort you went through with your hands tied all day. You screamed at them, backing away with the energy you have left. Hange gathered you in their arms, one hand at the back of your head as the other prevents you from thrashing and hurting yourself further. 

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, darling. I'm so sorry. We'll get you fixed, alright?" Hange muttered, carrying you in their arms. They kicked away the littered tools at their feet as they carried you to the bathroom, and to the awaiting bathtub. 

"Where did you hide them?" you muttered, voice scratched from the sobbing. Hange felt your fists clenched against their shirt as they set you down the tub and began running the lukewarm water. 

"Not right now, Y/N," they muttered, removing your hands off of them. They sighed, running a hand through their brown locks as one fiddles the top button of their shirt open. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to leave you like that. That was mindless of me."

Your hand fingered through the gash on your thumb down to your wrists, watching as the blood dripped on the rising water. 

"You locked the house too," you said with much bitterness, lips trembling. "Even the windows."

Hange went to the medicine cabinet for a roll of bandage. They didn't look at you as they responded, "I had to keep you safe. You'll just end up hurting yourself like the last time."

"Hange, you have to let me out of here," you said, voice breaking. "They're going to know."

A smile cracked on their lips as they said, "Oh, I told your mom already. I said I'll be taking care of you here. She's happy enough to hear that."

Hange went to your side, rubbing your wound with a cool antiseptic. You winced at the sting, slightly retracting your hand from their touch. 

"You know I never left the keys at home. What were you doing there at the cupboard?" they asked, eyes never leaving your wounded hand. They began to unfurl the bandage. "Are you gonna try to break the door or something?" 

Your silence and avoidant gaze confirmed their suspicions. 

"Did you think it would be that easy?" they said. It was followed by a sigh as they continued, "I should've never considered your suggestion of removing the cameras. I knew this would happen. But then again, privacy matters to you."

The scorn in their voice almost made you recoil. But you remained silent as they cleaned your wounds and bathed you. Silence, submission. That's what you're good at, after all. 

Once out of the bath and in your fresh clothes, Hange made you sit in the bed, drying your hair. They told you about their day in momentary spurs, cutting off themself sometimes. They'd hum as they tied your hair in a loose braid, kissing your shoulder as they leave the bedroom to get something you can eat.

They brought you an instant hot meal paired with sliced fruits. You slowly nibbled the food with their encouragement, the pain on your wrists throbbing as you lifted the food to your mouth.

Hange only ate a little, chewing on some of the fruits they sliced as they removed their sleeved shirt where some of your blood spilled. They slipped into comfortable clothes before settling back beside you, the mattress dipping as they sat closer.

You set the tray aside after you ate. Hange's familiar hands wandered in your skin, teasing the shirt you're wearing, feeling for the flesh beneath. They closed their eyes as their lips kissed your shoulders once again. They were beyond tired from work, coming home to such a troubled mess only added to the weight of it. Maybe in another timeline, you were dining in a fine restaurant at your anniversary date and you don't cry when they kiss you. 

"Hange, please." The tremble in your voice knocked them out of their daydream, their hands falling away from your skin. "This doesn't work for us anymore."

You chose your words carefully, calm and broken, hoping to tug at their last heartstrings you can grasp. Anger didn't work, so maybe pleading will. 

Hange sighed, their forehead resting at the back of your neck. 

"Just one more night. Can you give that to me?" 

You thumbed over your bandaged wrists, weighing how much of their words were true enough. They never implied anything about letting you go before and trying your odds on their promise won't dig you a deeper grave than you're already in.

"Alright."

-

You didn't mind when they kissed you once more, when they touched you and gripped your flesh beneath their hands as if it was the last time they'll hold you. And in a way, it was.

You opened yourself for them, letting them have you the way they wanted, the way they always do for the past few months they locked you here.

Hange was more careful, more loving. Their lips touched your skin with utter devotion and worship, and for a moment, you remembered the person you used to love.

Your mind traced back the memories when everything was fine, when your lover hasn't fallen to their obsessive, hurtful tendencies which ended up badly, wave after wave. Had you been in a better state, you would have resisted the fall and tried harder for everything to go back to what they used to be. If you were stronger, in a far stable pedestal, you would have helped fix what broke in their mind, piece them back together.

Hange trailed a kiss on your collarbone, their lips hot against your skin.

They ran a hand through your hair, the strands falling from your face. They held your gaze, a purposeful act for your eyes to meet. They could not communicate the sincerity, and longing they have left at this last moment with you. Hange wished that their eyes could say enough.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"It was our anniversary today." 

At your silence, they only nuzzled your cheek, breathing slowly on your neck. They spoke last that night, tears dripping on your shoulder, "I love you, I am sorry."

-

The next morning you woke up earlier, the familiar restraint you got used to no longer present around your wrists. The windows weren't barred anymore, the door wasn't locked and even if it was, Hange has left all the keys splayed out on the night stand on their side of the bed. 

They are letting you go as promised. 

You would have felt happiness if it wasn't for the dull ache in your chest. You hugged your knees to your chest, tears remained in a stagnant pool in your eyes. This separation shouldn't have felt this terrible, you thought to yourself. 

You looked over to Hange, curled asleep into their side of the bed. Their fist clenched around their pillow, their body tense even as they slept. You couldn't help but run a hand to their face, and down to their arms, trying to soothe them. You pulled the blankets from the other side of the bed, pulling the warm sheet over to their body. They looked so cold.

Their phone pinged on the pillow next to yours, a notification about a couple’s therapy long overdue. Their 5 AM alarm came next which you turned off since it was Saturday.

Your arms crept below the blankets, encasing Hange in your warmth once more, closing your eyes. Maybe I can stay for a few more minutes, you muttered to yourself.

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the keeper — h. zoë

REQUEST: I honestly don't know if your request is open but have you seen the song for epic the musical? "Would you fall in love with me again" ABWISJ😭💖 I can see a trope for Hange x reader,with them just being soulmates in every other universe.Or perhaps Immortal x mortal,feel free to ignore this dw 🏃🏻‍♀️💨✨ [originally requested at @hangesdarling blog] PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. Hange found a glowing door during their walk.  CONTENT. fantasy au, fluff, angst, Hange is a mortal, reader is a spirit of some sort, scientist!hange, barely proofread (sorry), this probably has a sequel that will make more sense with the prompt given A/N. hey anon, I posted this request on this blog bc the longer, sfw, and more tender fics belong here (I sort writing by theme xD) and this is in third person bc i feel like it. Hope you like this :)))

There were days when Hange had to step out of the lab, feel the breeze in their skin and wander through the greeneries surrounding their cottage. But today, with enough soot all over their hands and a graze or two, they decided that stepping out once in a while should become a vacation entirely. It would be nice not to stare at flasks and formulas for once. Hange took off their coat, nursing a small wound with an absorbent fabric. The last thing they needed was an infection.

With enough wandering through the clearing, they successfully distracted themself from the difficult chemical they couldn't brew and instead began identifying the leaves they crossed in the forest. They happily took mental notes, remembering better times when they were younger, more curious, more creative and perhaps, more satisfied with life than before. If only things were simpler again.

Their wandering thoughts held themself in place when Hange stopped near a countryside house. Poison ivy crawled on its dusty and barred  windows, the rust-colored walls barely peeking through the greenery.

In its center, an ornate door of exquisite beauty stood. What drew Hange in was the faint glow seeping through its hinges. 

They inched closer, careful and calculating as they always were. A decision which ended up with cursing themself that being cautious and afraid was not a brand of their character years ago.

They held the door knob, twisted it, and half-wished to hear a click.

It opened. And instead of seeing what was inside, Hange saw someone emerge from the door as though summoned. She has the features of a human if you don't look hard enough for the small things which sets her apart. Eyes and expression of a deity, someone you'd kneel for, Hange thought.

Too awestruck, they managed to stammer a shaky hi. They were opting for a polite good afternoon but none came out of their mouth.

The woman returned their politeness. Hange tensed up less when they spotted the amiability of a human in her smile. Both were enthusiastic enough that their own names spilled from their lips along with an outstretched hand. 

Their conversation flowed like honey on a warm summer. Smooth, unhurried, perhaps, even sweet. Hange observed that she's smiling more often, listening with interest in her eyes as they leaned on the door frame, exchanging tales. 

Oddly enough, they only stood outside the door for the hour they knew each other. 

"Is this your home?" Hange felt the need to ask.

She shook her head no and responded, "I'm its keeper."

Y/N spoke of it as if it's alive. Hange glimpsed a trace of her belongingness to the place. She belonged to it in one way or another.

"Is anyone inside?" Hange asked.

"No one lives here."

Hange thought carefully. 

"Abandoned then?" 

"Not entirely," she responded.

"Are guests allowed inside?"

"Yes," she responded with a hint of eagerness. "Once they beat me to a game of riddles."

Hange found themself smiling, "That sounds fun."

"It is. Many have lost."

"Will you give me a try?"

"Of course."

They sat by the doorstep, Y/N with her head resting upon her knees and with Hange facing her close enough that their knees touch.

They exchanged one riddle after the other, Hange growing enthused by each question which became stranger and stranger, each requiring deeper thought than the last.

Y/N spoke with tenderness as though each word she utters were spun carefully upon a precious thread. The tenderness remained in her gaze as she looked at Hange, her lips forever carved into a soft smile.

"No riddles anymore, Y/N?" Hange grinned, lightly running a finger to a strand of hair falling to her face.

"No more for tonight," she spoke. "It's late at night. The gods don't listen after dark."

She's a strange girl, Hange thought with a hint of affection. 

"I see," they responded. "It's interesting to stare at the night sky too. The stars are far prettier from my window."

"Won't you stay?" she asked, her voice weaved with a fine strand of pleading.

"I can spare a few minutes," Hange answered. 

And every day that came, they did so. Sparing a few minutes, a few hours, and sometimes (with a scold in their head), half a day.

Days went past, countless riddles exchanged. Hange debates with themself every time they pick apples from their yard, thinking whether falling deeper in love with the strange girl at the door is a good idea. 

But they always came, sitting outside, sometimes waiting, bringing her anything edible that grows around their house. 

"I'm afraid I've run out of riddles," she once told Hange, taking the apple from their outstretched hand. 

Hange shrugged, "Does that matter? We have countless things to talk about."

They sat beside her, closer than they ever were.

"It's only right for you to go inside now," she responded. Was that a resigned voice of acceptance Hange heard?

"This is new for me but frankly, I'm not interested in what's inside this mossy old thing." Hange tried to laugh despite the terrible pounding in their heart, despite their aching desire to tell her how grateful they were for meeting her which rekindled the joy they once lost.

Her hands ran gently across the disheveled strand of hair in their face, tucking them neatly. 

Y/N smiled, "You should be. The treasures inside chose you.

Her hand rested on the fine sharpness of their jaw. Hange resisted the desire to close their eyes and lean to her touch. They clasped it with their own hand and spoke, "What is even there to begin with?"

"The greatest treasures known to men."

"I'm not ambitious enough for such greatness."

It was partly true. Back then when they forgot the joy of idle things, they were hardly satiated. A hunger to have, and a greed to know held them in shackles for longer than they'd like to admit. It went on until she came along. 

They were free. What else could they ask for? 

"You don't have to be. Not all great things are bound for greatness," she reasoned, shrugging. "Besides, don't fine trinkets interest you?"

Hange chuckled at her knowing smile. Her thumb ran gently across their cheek, their hand still clasped to hers.

"I do," they responded. "Will you come with me, then?" 

"If you want."

"I'll be more than happy."

-

The door swung open, the glittering and gleaming yellowish hue of gold almost blinding them. Hange's lips parted in awe. The interior of this place defied the architecture if its exterior. No countryside house can possibly extend as far as two towns inside. 

Y/N held Hange's hand, treading on a path of gold and jewelry which eventually turned to a variety of rare trinkets and shining weapons embedded with sizable, precious stones. Each turn in the never ending alley of treasures grew wider and far varied. 

"Have people entered here before?" they asked, a curious finger poking around the littered jewelry. 

"Some."

"How much did they take?"

"Many. Some crush under the weight of their own gold."

"Comical," Hange returned her gaze. 

"It is."

As they neared the end of the ever expanding place, Hange only carried a book containing (by far) all the world's knowledge, and a quill embedded with emeralds. Y/N gave them a ruby locket which they happily kept.

"Then we return back to the door? Is that how this works?" Hange asked.

"Well, can you see the door from this side?"

"Not at all."

"Then we will use the back door," she smiled, that one that makes Hange's heart flutter. "We will emerge in the front door in any way out."

"Fascinating architecture, then," Hange smiled, facing her, their hands clasped tightly. And with a much tender voice, they spoke, "I don't want to wake up from this dream."

"Are you dreaming, Hange?"

"Most likely," Hange said, their hands lifting to touch her cheek. Any warmth, any indication that blood flows under her skin would be enough. "I hope you're not a part of it. I hope you're real."

"I'm as real as these treasures are."

Melancholy swept along their feet, entangling them. If reality could bend itself this way, then what is there to be truly believed?

Hange accepted things in their scientific nature. It was the only way to survive such a rigid world.

Hange wrapped their arms around her, gently sinking to a tight embrace. Her warmth beneath their hands wasn't enough, their eyes itself a betrayal. Hange wanted to feel her dull yet persistent heartbeats beneath their hand, hindered by the softness of her flesh that only proves a degree of realness. It felt like groping for the only living thing in the dark.

"Can I invite you home then? If you're real, will you stay at my place tonight?"

"You have no idea how much I wanted to," she responded, her voice giving in at the last syllable. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "But we'll meet again. You have all that you need."

Hange held back a meek protest, a lover's cry telling the other about the uselessness of life after such a great loss. But Hange only smiled, hopeful again, no longer the scientist barred inside their lab with nothing but calculations.

"I'll wait then. I'll wait until you come home with me."

"I will."

-

When the house let Hange go, the door no longer glowed from within. The riddles are over, the treasures inside waiting for a different chosen one to open it. Hange had wished that all those days were nothing but dreams. Crossing the valleys of impossible dreamscapes were far easier to accept than the reality of a love lost, a promise hung between fantasy and reality.

But the book, the quill, and the ruby locket were all too true for them to deny that everything had been a dream. They still went to that door every night, the locket around their neck and the book giving them new riddles to tell. Hange spoke of narratives alone as though you can still hear them, as though one day your door will open once more and the blushing face they missed will reappear to them. Every day, for years they didn't count, they sat outside your door. Waiting, waiting. Sometimes they fall asleep, missing just the faint reddish glow from their locket. Sometimes they'd listen to the wind howl, and stare back at the night sky full of watching stars. Often, they wanted to sink to their knees and pray for another chance, for another time when they didn't go inside the glowing door, but praying is useless when the gods don't listen after the dark.

[hangesdarling]

I honestly don't know if your request is open but have you seen the song for epic the musical? "Would you fall in love with me again" ABWISJ😭💖 I can see a trope for Hange x reader,with them just being soulmates in every other universe.Or perhaps Immortal x mortal,feel free to ignore this dw 🏃🏻‍♀️💨✨

here's the link, anon!!

[hangesdarling]

you have GOT to do hange nsfw alphabet pretty please with sugar on top 😖

hange zoë nsfw alphabet

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader

CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, mentions of oral sex, fingering, thigh riding, face riding, strap ons, etc., not proofread well sorry

A/N. Okay I knew I said I wasn't up to writing NSFW atm but my brain malfunctioned when I saw this ask and i accidentally wrote this. Enjoy :D (idk if I ever read a hange nsfw alphabet before, if you know some please share the link pls pls)

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex) 

They're really sweet and gentle in this part. The type who will keep you hydrated or might even heat up some pizza to share as if it's not pushing past 3 am already. They wouldn't turn down a cuddle or some pillow talk about anything, preferably thought-provoking or funny or just anything to help them discover more things about you. They'd try not to wear you out too much and let you sleep in their arms and it makes you laugh when they still end up mumbling something before sleeping.

When Hange is tired, they'll be fine with just sleeping in your arms. Those were the times that they wanted to be cuddled close, cushion their face on your chest until all they could breathe was you. To them, it felt like sinking in a bed of flowers, at peace. They wouldn't deny how much being taken care of feels nice and how you'd run your fingers through their hair, making them fall asleep with just the right, loving strokes. 

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's) 

Alright, I have a hard time deciding on this one. For Hange, their favourite body part from them would be their hands. They love how each intentional touch from them can easily command you to their will. They observe you with a certain adoration when you fell apart on their hands every time you're close, or how tight you're gripping their wrist or how desperately you'd buck into their hands when they're fingering you. They had to control themself whenever you kiss their fingertips and run a teasing finger through their knuckles. They liked how much their hands could do to you. From pleasure in bed to just being able to hold you. Your hand around theirs, their hands on your cheek or your neck. But especially on your hips, waist, or thighs.

Their favorite part from you would either be your lips, neck, or thighs (I can't pick one sorry guys).

They love watching you smile, or whenever your lip parts in pleasure, sending the sounds they want to hear from you. They love kissing your neck, the sensitivity you have there or how pretty it looks when they're marking you up. And they love your thighs because that's where they love to start teasing you. They experiment with just the right pressure, the right touch from their fingers, watching every reaction on your face before their hands go somewhere else. 

C - Cum (anything to do with cum) 

Messy. When eating you out, they like it when your cum smears on their lips, their chin, or when it brushes on their nose. It makes them hot in the cheeks when you do the same. Or when you suck it off their fingers, making sure to kiss each one right after. 

D - Dirty secret 

Loves roleplay, definitely. They wouldn't admit that entirely on the first few times you're together. You'll have to make them comfortable enough for them to reveal their fantasies to you. Their favorite one will be the ‘scientist and the test subject�� scenario. They found out they like it so much around that time when you're riding them wearing such a thin dress while they're still wearing their lab coat. It hasn't left their mind since. 

E - Experience (how experienced are they?)

I'd like to say pretty experienced because how could anyone pass up the opportunity to be with this gorgeous and intellectual person, right? 

But canonwise, I think Hange was too preoccupied with duty and military matters to have time for dating. They're more fond of science and research than anything else, we know that. But to keep our hopes up, Hange loves new experiences and experiments. They became an effective leader not only through their curiosity but emotional intelligence. I'd like to think they bond with people that interested them before. The platonic or romantic encounters soon followed. I don't peg them as someone who enjoys casual relationships. They had experiences and encounters they count as meaningful.

F - Favourite position

Any position that will allow them to see your face or one where they can feel your touches. Hange loves contact, obsessed with the way you touch them or the way your skin presses against theirs. It's like a shiver that courses to their very fingertips. They are a switch, they have no problem with that but they often like seeing you beneath them. Clear and fully in their vision (we can also take into account that they're almost blind with their glasses off so they want to be as near to you as they could).

G - Goofy (are they more serious or humorous?)

Hange have goofy moments. The type of person who will try to tickle you during foreplay. They can be humorous in terms of words or teasing. Whichever way will have you smiling since they love making you happy. They love looking for those subtle moments entailing that you're satisfied. They love talking since it keeps things light but in the middle of it, they'll grew serious and focus on your pleasure. They like teasing, pulling just the right strings to keep you going.

When they're tired, they're more gentle and serious. You'll have the very epitome of making love. You'll end up just wanting to gather them in your arms and give them as much affection as they need.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they down there?)

I don't think Hange shaves all that often unless you told them to or you have a preference for that. Mostly it'd just be a trim down there.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they during the moment?)

Very much. Hange can make you feel like you're in the climax of a romantic series when they're in a special mood. For them, affection completes the intimacy. They might be playful and teasing but they'll make sure you feel as loved as they want you to be. In your quiet days, just the simple touches, the I love yous, the I thought about you this morning, the I'll make you some tea after this, the compliments, and all the gentle kisses were their ways to be romantic

J - Jack off (about masturbation)

Hange doesn't have much time to jack off since they'd be preoccupied with work or new innovations. They'd be fine waiting to get home to you. But when that particular day strikes when they really need to relieve themself, they try to be as quiet as they could (fully clothed too, I think). They won't pull a picture or video of you, their imagination would suffice.

K - Kink (their kinks)

Hair pulling. Likes it when you're so into it that your hands lock around their hair. They love pulling yours too, just enough so they can bury their face on your neck and leave marks

Overstimulation. They love seeing you struggle to utter anything coherent after they took their time on you. They love how you melt into their arms, pliant and willing.

They love it when you ride their thigh and their face because they have this certain fondness of gripping your body. It's like being manhandled but you know you're safe in their arms.

L - Location (their favorite location to do the thing)

As generic as it sounds, I'd say the bedroom or the sofa. They'd be happy to do it when you're both at home. But to be honest, they don't mind having you in the kitchen counter. Just seeing you standing there barely clad with their clothes will have them thinking that last night needed continuation. 

M - Motivation (what turns them on, or gets them going)

It turns them on when you're trying to be sweet and touchy by hugging them on your night robe and they heat up because their face is squished on your cleavage or your breasts. Or where you where those damn flimsy and thin night wear that does nothing to hide your body beneath. Their brain shuts off when you climb into their lap to ride their thigh wearing nothing, the only fabric separating them from you was their suit or sleeved shirt.

N - No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Since they focus on your comfort and pleasure, they wouldn't do anything that will put you in serious danger or risk. Anything that discomforts you is out of the question. Even if it's just for a roleplay, they wouldn't be willing to slap you to the point that it would bruise. They just can't do it. Whatever feels like they're abusing you will be a no.

O - Oral (their preference on giving and receiving)

Since they love watching you come undone into their hands, they'd prefer to give. It allows them to observe you, discover just the right places to touch you. It paints a grin on their face when they're the only thing you can blabber about through the pleasure haze. They love receiving too. They'd be a fool to say no to having your mouth on them when they could pull your hair and sing praises to you.

They can do both based on your mood. They will also base on the roleplay you got going if you have one. Fast and rough are reserved for spicier nights, those brimming with lust and teasing. Slow and sensual sex are for gentle nights, just full of love and intimacy.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

They prefer proper sex because the build up is nice. When you're short of time, they'd prefer a brief make-out session over a quickie.

R - Risk (are they gonna experiment or take risks?)

Hange loves experiments and risks when it comes to their research and projects. They won't turn down an opportunity for new experiences and they'd be willing to try things you like in bed. Just not too extreme to the point of abuse and actual excruciating pain because they'd be stepping back from that.

S - Stamina (how long do they last?)

I think all of us know that this fine person flashed past multiple titans with a massive kill count. That stamina can't be questioned. That's the same here in bed. Your legs will be shaking, your eyelids fluttering close and you'll still hear them running a bath or talking about preparing a snack. But there are times where they'll come home with less of that energy, just having one round filled with love and intimacy will suffice.

T - Toys (do they use toys?)

Definitely strap-ons. You can't tell me they don't like the sight of you riding them just to end up collapsing in their arms. It's adorable when you let them do the work and move you. That also gives them the opportunity to whisper the sweetest and dirtiest things in your ear.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

They love teasing you with the intent to make you even more hot and desperate than you already are. Putting their lips everywhere, saving it last to where you actually want them to until you're whining and pleading. I think they'd be the type to talk to you in a teasing way, knowing your brain is too mushy to respond. They know the right amount of teasing to get you going. And after all their teases, they'll make sure to reward you until you don't know how much to expect. It's like a sweet flavor one after the other.

They love it when you tease them, almost encouraging you to do it more often. Being cute  and trying to rile them up, edging them until you get to hear their gorgeous voice pleading softly in your ear. Hange knows you love it when they lower their voice with a tone of huskiness only to say 'please, baby' in your ear.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?

Groans and moans. Imagine Hange's rich, deep, and androgynous voice groaning and moaning on your neck, trying to muffle it with a bite on your shoulder. They don't know how much it turns you on. 

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

It's an embarrassing story they don't wanna tell you or bring up once when you're half awake so you'll have very little chance of remembering it.

It was a fine Saturday morning. They were only scheduled to work half day and the workload is manageable. But for some reason, their hormones went crazy as if it's pumping lust into their brain and you know where else. So for once, they used their power as the head researcher of the lab and went home as fast as possible. Undertime. Good thing your house was just around the corner. After racing past your door and finding you, they didn't bother trying to get their hands off you. Hange knows they wouldn't see the end of it if you found out that they'd rather sacrifice a service credit rather than prolonging to have you then and there. In all fairness, they wouldn't be able to work very well when their mind only circles around the fact of wanting to fuck you. 

X - X-ray (what's in those pants?)

Considering this is AFAB Hange, they're not shaved down to the roots, just fine trims. But you can still tell, they took some time and care to fine it up down there for you (jfc how do I even describe this part)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hm, I'd say just the normal amount. But that's just on normal days, of course. Days where you're just within arm's reach and they know they'd come home to you at the end of the day. But when we're talking about important travels for business affairs and such, you can already tell they're missing you just from the tone of their voice. And even if they're not far away, there will be days they'd need more of your loving, more contact. A way to recharge. In those particular days when their sex drive is high, they are more passionate than usual, more focused to the present where they're pleasuring you. It's nice seeing that side of them from time to time.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep?)

They will talk a lot first before sleeping. Will probably fall asleep mid-sentence. You often fall asleep first because they'll end up cuddling you way too much after sex and how could you not when they feel so soft and warm, right? They'd watch you dozing off for a few minutes before attempting to sleep. When they are tired, they'll fall asleep quickly on your chest.

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[hangesdarling]

Hi! I’m so delighted to see you active again, I really like your work. I wanted to ask, if you accept requests atm, if it’d be possible for you to write something about jealous reader x Hange? Thank you so much, feel free to ignore this request if you won’t be able to!

Have a nice day ❣️

Hello, anon! I'm really glad you like my work! I'll certainly add this request in my list although I don't think I'd be able to upload much since second semester is starting. I'm currently not much into writing nsfw atm, but suggestive content is very much welcomed.

I like your idea! I hope I get to work through the writing requests somehow <3

If you want to read more from me, you can check my other blog @14dyh for sfw fics if you haven't :D