hello! my name is nain, I’m 18, go by she/her, and im pansexual.
my page will mostly be dedicated to attack on titan thoughts(ideas, discussions, theories), aot ff, headcannons and maybe some aot art here are there!
if your interested in any of that feel free to moot me! im always open to being moots with anyone (i know i sound desperate)
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disclaimer!
i will be writing and discussing mature themes. This page is intended for mature audiences so please don’t be on my page if you’re like 12. I will be writing mostly hange, levi, and pikulena ff. though i might be open to writing more in the future.
MASTERLIST!
- levi ackerman married headcanons
- I care for you! hange zoe x reader
i peek at your upcoming works often and see the cowboy hange fic you’ll be working on and I’m so excited!!!! do you have a summary for it? or an outline already? i never knew i needed a cowboy hange fic and to have you write it is just so perfect I’m so excited :)))
OMGG i love when anyone asks about this fic because i have so much to say. yes, writing a cowboy hange fic. it is a he/him butch hange x femme reader, the butchfemme dynamics go crazy. it's very angsty and very gay. i gave a very brief synopsis on instagram which was basically this:
set in rural nebraska 2001, the reader returns home - a discontinued family run chicken farm - after almost ten years and a tumultuous relationship later to tend to her terminally ill - and somewhat estranged - mother in the last leg of her life. here she meets hange, the farmhand who has been tending both the farm and their growing resentment for this unknown daughter who seemingly abandoned the family he's fallen in love with. an enemies to friends to lovers slow burn with so so much angst ensues.
it will be a very different kind of angst from hamartia. and im so so excited. so much so, i will leave a link here where you can read a preview of the first chapter. enjoy!
"western nights" is the current working title. it may change when im ready to publish. ill be starting uploads once hamartia concludes (and i give myself a bit of a break lol)
6.5K WORDS HOLY SCHMOLY!!!!! NB Hange x afab reader ^_^ <3 i tried keeping it genny nooch but i think hange refers to reader as cowgirl once sorry :(
Summary: i sorta stole the beginning of stardew valley as the intro to this fic helpp ... i also leaned into the idea of sheriff hange bc they’re the 14th commander and allat so i think its cute to imagine them as a sheriff in this au. i love this idea tho i think its so fun save a horse ride hange zoe
Warnings: brief mention of guns bc Hange is a sheriff, shmuuuuttttt under the border, hair pulling, strap riding B) aka MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!! #hangebackshots
a/n: HIIIIIII THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST OH EM GEE SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR IT FDSADFGHJHGFD I HOPE U LIKE IT ANON!! Also i'm sorry i feel like this is more like a baby between a full length fic and hcs but it sorta came out like a story, I hope that's ok tho ;( If you guys want more cowboy hange content... i'm gonna shamelessly promote my friend, you can read both southern skies and runaway horses on ao3! I had been actually helping that friend revise southern skies bc i loved the story sm when i first read it. <3 <3 <3 @meetmeinmontauuk
❥Cowboy! Hange was definitely on the fence about you when you first moved into town. The only reason for their suspicion is their previous experience with who they call “city folk.” Their previous encounters with them had been a bit rocky, since life in town was very traditional. Not in a discriminatory way, they just preferred having a hospitable, close-knit community.
They’re used to city folk coming with an unfriendly attitude towards strangers. They dislike how they tend to prioritize individualism and a faster pace of life. For a while, their wariness seemed deeply ingrained, as if every newcomer carried the same weight of expectation. They sort of felt obligated to be concerned about you as the town’s sheriff.
❥When the opportunity arose for you to move out of the overwhelming city, out of the shitty studio you pay way too much money for, you practically ran for the hills.
Despite the things you hated about city life, it’s what you were used to and you know that moving directly into a town this small was going to be a culture shock for you. You found a quaint job as a librarian in a town named Shiganshina, where the headcount barely exceeds triple digits.
You felt that suited you now that you’re getting older. You’re not as excitable and extroverted as you used to be, now you’re at an age where you’d like to settle down and find a place to spend the rest of your life- which you’ve long decided is not in the bustling city that never sleeps.
You were happy to find a quiet job where you won’t have to talk to people very often, where the bulk of your day is spent with headphones on as you place books back on their rightful spot on the shelves.
Now that you have all of your belongings tucked away, all that's left to do is actually commute to your brand new city. It took a draining few hours, but now you’re finally headed into Shiganshina. However, your GPS’ directions are starting to confuse you, leaving you circling the same area about 3 times.
From what you’ve seen so far, the town seems very cozy. As you drive past the same village you’ve found yourself trapped in, you're only now noticing the comforting scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the local bakery. This town in general smells far better than the smells of the big city you had been previously living in.
This small southern town holds a charm that's as warm and cozy as the sun-soaked streets that remind you of your childhood days spent playing in the park with whoever you met there that day.
As you’re making your 4th loop around this same block, you spot a figure in the distance. As you grow closer, you squint your eyes, and- Holy fuck is that person riding a horse in the middle of the street????
This person seems equally confused by your car as you do by their horse. However, you notice their horse trotting towards your car from a distance, causing you to slow down next to them and roll down your window.
“Hiya. It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone use a car ‘round these parts.” They start with an airy chuckle, their ever so slight southern accent rolling off their tongue with grace. It's the kind of accent that leaves a warm feeling inside you, effortlessly expressing their friendliness and filling you with a sense of belonging, even if you were only passing through.
This stranger’s face doesn’t really match their tone. Their physical appearance reminds you of the bitter taste of medicine, but their voice is similar to the spoonful of honey used as a chaser to sweeten the former.
You give them a quick glance up and down, your eyes scanning their outfit consisting of blue jeans and an open flannel, a tank top underneath that defines their lean build. More interestingly, you catch a buckled belt with a holstered pistol attached. “So, you're a fresh face ain’tcha?”
Despite their weathered features and the weariness etched into every line on their face, their upbeat tone flows with a kind tenderness that catches you off guard. You aren’t going to lie and say you weren’t slightly skeptical after noticing that this person is fully armed.
“Are you tryna pass through, or are you lookin’ for somethin’ in particular?” They look down at you from their elevated position on their horse. You look up at them with obvious hesitation.
“Aha... Yeah, I’m supposed to be moving in today, but I’ve been up and down this same block for the past 15 minutes...” You avert your eyes back to your GPS. “Um... Do you happen to know where 93 Willow Lane is?”
They chuckle at your question, though you’re not sure why. “Yeah, I know my way ‘round town. You’re not gonna find Willow Lane in your car.” They tilt their cowboy hat, having their horse take a step back. They point in front of them, and you stick your head out of the window to see. They’re pointing toward a dirt path in the grass that’s littered with a few stepping stones.
“You’ll find 93 down that way. Not many people drive in town, we usually prefer walkin’ or biking. Or horse ridin’, in my case. You can’t park right outside, but on the bright side, you should’ve passed the parkin’ garage when you were lost. It’s right around the corner, real close by.” They explain to you with a shining smile. “Go on and park your car. I can help you carry your things inside.”
❥Cowboy! Hange does exactly that. They carry about 3-4 of your boxes at one time, which helps get the job done a lot faster than you can, since you can only hold the weight of 2 at a time.
The last trip the two of you make to your car, all you have left to carry in is a small backpack filled with your laptop and some chargers. Hange hops back onto their horse with ease, looking down at you. “You ever ride a horse before? I’ll give you a ride over to your place on ol’ Sawney.” They say, stroking their horses mane affectionately.
They notice how nervous you seem as you shift on the balls of your feet. “Not really, no... The only non-domestic animals I’ve ever seen are rats... and pigeons.” You say, shifting your eyes from glancing up at Hange to down at Sawney. Your previous life in the city had conditioned you to be wary of animals. One thing you learn quickly is that you should never get too close to an animal, no less touch one.
They can read the emotions on your face like a book. Not that it was particularly hard to tell that you were nervous. “Aw, c’mon! Sawney won’t hurt’cha. He’s sweet as a peach.” They sing playfully leaning down closer to your height. “I’m not sure I can-” You attempt to create an excuse so that you don’t have to get on the back of this creature, but Hange cuts you off quickly, hopping back down from the animal. “Trust me, of course you can! I’ll even help ya get on. Plus, I’ll be the one steering him behind ya.”
❥Cowboy! Hange demonstrates to you how to properly get on the horse, stepping into the stirrup and swinging their body over with relative ease. They can tell you’re still nervous, so they get off and hold your waist for support, hoisting you up. Sawney doesn’t seem to be affected at all by your inexperience. “Now look at that! You did just fine. I told you there was nothin’ to worry ‘bout.” They say, patting your shoulder roughly. Despite the way their praise makes your stomach fill with butterflies, you can’t fully appreciate their words due to the anxiety that takes priority over your emotions. You’re shaking like a leaf on top of Sawney, and you have to hold back an embarrassing yelp as they rest their hand on your shoulder.
❥Cowboy! Hange hops on Sawney behind you, as promised. You nervously lean back against their chest as their arms hold the reins in front of you, unintentionally surrounding you. Their chest is pressed up against your back, their thighs on either side of your body.
For the first few minutes of riding, your hands nervously clutch at their jeans for stability. But the longer you sit atop Sawney- practically cuddled up in this attractive stranger's arms- the anxiety that clouded over your other emotions starts to clear, allowing you to feel embarrassed and meek.
❥Cowboy! Hange notices your discomfort and chuckles softly. "You’re doin’ just fine. Sawney’s a smooth rider. You’ll get used to ridin’ real quick." Their voice is calm and reassuring, and you find yourself gradually relaxing in their presence. The gentle sway of the horse’s movements, combined with the warmth of Hange's body against yours starts to feel oddly soothing for someone you’ve only just met.
As you travel down the dirt path, the scenery changes from the small town center to more rustic surroundings. The field of vibrant green grass littered with mixed wildflowers stretches far beyond where the small settling of houses reside, making the space seem almost uncanny, but also dreamlike.
Hange rides right up to the front of your new house with ease, getting themself off the horse first in order to help you get down. After successfully making sure you don’t fall off of Sawney, you thank them. They grab the rim of their hat and give you a slight nod. “Anytime.” They say with an award winning smile.
You play with your fingers, picking at your fingernails as you work up the courage to ask them a question. “Um... The house is pretty empty, but would you like to come in for a while?” You ask them, looking up from your fingers to give them a smile in return. “Sure, why the hell not?” They shrug their shoulders, their lighthearted demeanor contradicting everything you originally assumed about them.
❥Cowboy! Hange inquires about your life before moving here. You tell them all about how you grew up in the city, what life there is like, and how you felt like you had to get out. In turn, Hange tells you about what life was like growing up on a farm in the same town you’ve just moved into. How they used to play in the dirt, throwing worms at other kids and going out at night to try and grab frogs.
The two of you made yourselves comfortable on the small couch in your living room; regardless of the fact that the house came with little furniture, you already feel yourself falling in love with the place.
❥Cowboy! Hange truly enjoys the conversation you share, despite their reservations about people from out of town. They find you to be much kinder and soft spoken in comparison to the others they’ve met. They aren’t sure why, but they feel drawn to you in a unique way. However, they’ll chalk it up to the fact the two of you are getting along quickly and they make a note to stop by again to have another chat.
"Welcome to Shiganshina," Hange says, their smile as warm as the sunlight streaming through the windows. "If you need help movin’ in or anything, don’t hesitate to holler. We’re a tight-knit community here, so if you can’t find me, I’m sure someone else’ll come runnin’. I have a feelin’ you’ll fit right in."
❥Cowboy! Hange tends to stroll around in town on their horse when the days are warm. They don’t technically need to, the station would simply call them if they were needed, but it’s something they enjoy regardless of their position as sheriff.
On a particularly warm day with the sun hanging bright in the sky, you decided to use your day off to spend some time outside and hopefully get your vitamin d levels up. So, you decided to take a stroll through the local park. You’ve seen it in passing, and it’s full of life and shrubbery and flowers you hadn’t gotten the chance to see or appreciate in the city.
A short while after you enter the park, you see a few groups of people already there. It starts to make you feel self conscious that everyone here showed up with a friend, family member or partner, but you had no one alongside you. Lucky for you, Hange also seized the opportunity to stroll around outdoors.
Hange sees you from afar as their other horse Bean trots along the sidewalk. They had an inner debate with themself over if they should approach you, but their insecurities were tossed aside when they noticed that your form is rigid and you’re picking at your fingers nervously.
They smile to themself because they understand why you would feel uncomfortable in a situation like your own, moving into a small town out of the blue where everyone already knows each other. They’re familiar with the feeling of awkwardness, even if they’ve lived here their whole life.
Despite having been raised in Shiganshina, they also sometimes feel out of place compared to other residents. For a while now, they’ve been feeling out of place with all of the budding romance in town. It feels to them that everyone they know is in a serious relationship or married, but they haven’t even been interested in anyone for what feels like forever.
It’s not that they never wanted or expected to fall in love, it was just something that hadn’t happened for them yet. After being alone for so long, they had kind of gotten used to it. Hange had resigned themself to the idea that maybe they were meant to be alone. But now, seeing you standing there with a nervous demeanor, butterflies stirred within their stomach, only confirming the feelings of affection already forming for you.
Once they get closer to you, they tap your shoulder. “Howdy, sugar. You’re stickin’ out like a sore thumb.” They say, giving you a smile and reaching for your wrist. They lead you and Bean towards a free bench, closeby to a lake. You can’t help but chuckle at how quickly they saved you from your own embarrassment. In a moment of confidence, you slip your wrist out of their grip, instead opting to hold their hand.
The sound of the keys jangling from their carabiner as their legs move catches your attention. You’d never thought the clanging of metal would sound so much like home. Maybe you’re just romanticizing the situation, but it sounds musical, like wind chimes in a storm. As they sit next to you, you’re hit with the smell of freshly cut grass with hints of amber that you can enjoy even over the earthy smell of the lake in front of you.
They lean forward on the bench, their knees spread apart and their arms resting against their thighs. They tilt their head your way. “So, how’s the town been treatin’ you so far? Ya like it?” Their kindness and concern makes your heart warm. You smile, the corners of your mouth curving upward. “It's been a big adjustment, obviously. But everyone’s been kind so far. It's... peaceful, quiet. Different from what I'm used to, but in a good way.”
You can see the smile reflecting in their eyes without even looking at their lips. Their crows feet are prominent whenever their lips upturn. "I can only ‘magine. But you seem to be holdin’ up just fine."
You glance at the murky lake in front of you, the water about as clear as the cup of coffee you had this morning. Despite this, the surface glimmers faintly under the sun all the same, giving the scene the feel of a landscape painting.
“I think everyone already has grown on me. The few I’ve met at least. My neighbor even brought by some fresh cookies and bread.” You say, recalling the surprise you felt. The lady that dropped by can hardly even be considered your neighbor, as there’s at least a 3 minute walk between your houses. “This place is charming. It's starting to feel homey, though I still get lost sometimes.” You chuckle lightly, raising your hand to cover your smile.
“Yeah, Shiganshina's got that effect on folks. It ain't fast-paced like the city, but there's plenty’a heart here. I'm glad you're feelin' welcomed.”
You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the buzzing of your nerves as you attempt to hold this conversation. “And you? You seem to know everyone around here. Must be nice.”
Hange chuckles softly, a hint of thoughtfulness in their eyes. They lightly shake their head in disagreement. “Ain't always easy, bein' the sheriff. Knowin' everyone means knowin' their business, the good, bad, and ugly. But it's home, ya know? Can't imagine bein' anywhere else.”
You chuckle lightly at their response, “I can’t imagine you being anywhere else either.” You tease, giving them a coy smile, to which they give you a playfully disapproving look in response. “I understand that, though. I felt like that for a while too before I actually moved. Since I grew up in the city, I was used to the lifestyle and never wanted to deal with a big change.”
Hange's expression softens from their previous one. "Yeah, I ain’t a big fan of it either," they admit, their tone contemplative and thoughtful. “I’m not an adventurous type. But sometimes a big change can end up being the best for us.”
You look at them with a certain tenderness while you process their wise words. You feel like you have to agree. Moving to Shiganshina had seemed daunting at first, but it brought you a fresh perspective on life.
Their tight-knit community was beginning to offer you a sense of belonging and you never knew how much you would enjoy it. The slower pace of Shiganshina allowed for more meaningful connections between everyone you knew. At this point, you’ve known Hange for less than a month, and you feel like you’ve had significantly more meaningful conversations with them in comparison to most of your old friends.
Hange interrupts your train of thought as they continue with their sentence. “I hope this move was the best for you. I don't usually warm up quickly to people I've just met.” As you look up to meet their eyes, you swear that they have a certain sparkle. “So, what I’m sayin’ is that there’s somethin’ I like about you. It's not every day that I meet someone like you. It's... nice.”
At the moment, you’re not exactly sure how to respond to their abrupt vulnerability. Not because you’re uncomfortable- it’s exactly the opposite. You understand what they mean because you feel the same.
They clear their throat awkwardly, realizing that they might’ve left you feeling at a loss for words. “I just hope we get to know each other better ‘nd all.” They add in a rushed tone. “Oh, would you look at that,” You start to smile due to how fast they try to change the topic, but refrain from laughing.
“Bean’s gettin’ antsy for some exercise!” They chuckle nervously, getting up from the bench and patting Bean’s backside. They expertly avoid eye contact with you as you follow their actions, getting up from your seat as well. You part your lips to say something to fill the air, but you hear the clearing of Hange’s throat before any sounds come out. “How about you try ridin’ again? By yourself this time.” Their eyes find your own when they ask, making it your turn to dodge eye contact. “Ahhh... Um, I dunno.” You scratch at the back of your neck awkwardly. “I don’t think I’m ready to do it by myself...”
“Psssh. Nonsense.” That was the last thing you heard before you felt Hange’s strong hands take hold of your waist, lifting you up on Bean with ease.
You start defensively stuttering “H-Hold on, wait, I-” you scramble. Before you know it, you’re on top of another horse against your wishes. Hange laughs at your skittishness, patting your back similarly to the first time you hopped on Sawney. “You’ll be fine, Bean is a good boy. His rides are a bit more shakey than Sawney, though. But don’t worry, if anything goes wrong I’ll be there to catch’ya. Promise.” They say, looking up at you with such a sweet smile… Fuck, you just can’t deny them when they’re so charming.
❥You and Cowboy! Hange spent a few hours together at the park. You rode on their horse for what felt like forever but was actually only 45 minutes. Hange insists that you’re a natural but you’re positive that you’re performing lower than the average person, they’re just too nice to say anything about it.
You two also spent time walking around the perimeter of the lake, watching the owners that let their dogs run free, and best of all, just talking to each other. Being so close to them and watching their facial expressions shift was comforting. You try your best to commit this day to memory by combing all of their features with your eyes over and over.
❥Cowboy! Hange walks you back to your house, Bean strolling at their side. When you both finally reach your front door, you suddenly don’t know what to say. Neither of you truly wants to leave, you can both feel the strings of fate pulling you together, but the night is slipping away, and the reality weighs on both of you.
Hange shifts on their feet, glancing at you with that familiar sparkle in their eyes, as if they too are searching for the right words. You chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. “Guess this is goodnight, huh?” Hange grins, but there’s an unspoken promise to be found within it. “For now,” they say, lingering just a moment longer before turning to hop on Bean.
You watch them, nibbling on the inside of your cheek. Just when you’re about to retreat into your home, their voice causes you to turn your head back to them. “Um… Would it be alright if I stopped by tomorrow? ‘Round this time?” They ask hopefully, bashfully averting their eyes from their reigns to your face. You smile broadly, trying to hide it but inevitably failing. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be here.” You say, trying not to sound too giddy.
You can’t tell how well you mask your emotions, because you feel like a dog that’s just been told it’s going for a walk. Thank god you don’t have a tail, or it would be wagging wildly.
Parting ways with them didn’t feel nearly as bad when the promise of reconvening was stuck in your mind like a song that you can’t stop listening to.
❥Cowboy! Hange has a plan. They had an inkling from your first interaction- sitting on your couch and chattering away- that they had a fondness for you. Your run-in at the park only reinforced the feelings that were already present. They knew they wanted to do something special for the next time they’d come by your house.
❥Cowboy! Hange woke up bright and early before their shift at the station to buy a small bundle of flowers from a small shop downtown. The shop was run by a girl with brown hair, tied up into a ponytail with a heavy accent, even more so than them. They think her name was Sasha, if they’re remembering correctly. Hange had a good chuckle from the girl nearly jumping out of her seat as they walked in, a loaf of bread between her jaws whilst ringing them up.
You can’t help but anticipate and daydream of Hange’s arrival from the moment your eyes open until you’re released from your shift at the library. You feel embarrassed by how eagerly you listen to any noise that might be slightly akin to a knock upon the door. You feel like the embodiment of a schoolgirl doodling hearts and initials over their notes.
When you finally hear the soft rapping of their knuckles against the door, you nearly open the door within the same 5 seconds. You stare at the doorknob for a bit, to avoid seeming like you were waiting for them… Even though you were.
You’re not disappointed when you finally turn the lock and twist the knob.
❥Cowboy! Hange becomes hyper aware of the dampness settling in their palms as they hear the distinct click of the lock and subtle creak from the door. Their face is partially obscured by the flowers they’re holding up as an attempt to hide their blush. They clear their throat, still peeking from above the bundle of flowers. “So, um… I did some thinking. I figured, why beat around the bush?” They say, practically thrusting the flowers into your hands. “Whaddya say we head out for dinner tonight?” Their lopsided grin charming you more than you thought possible.
❥Dating Cowboy! Hange is nothing short of a dream. For someone with such little experience with romance and lovey-dovey affections, they are oddly suave.
Like the town you both live in, they tend to be traditional in the ways in which they treat you. They always have to be the one to pay. They always walk you to your door, all the way. They’re always trying to be chivalrous. They bring you flowers and gifts routinely. They kill bugs for you.
But of course that’s nothing to look down upon, how could you not be absolutely swooning over them?
❥Cowboy! Hange decided to fully commit to the idea of teaching you how to ride a horse on your own.
It took plenty of getting used to. At least by the time you two actually started dating you already had some experience.
Warm days were spent atop Sawney or Bean, the horses moving at a relaxed pace, smooth and unhurried around the large open field surrounding your house.
After riding on your own more than a few times, you finally decided you were ready to venture away from your yard and onto actual roads. They were proud of you, you had gone from being absolutely horrified even standing next to their horses, and now you’re riding them on the open road.
You two decided to head to Hange’s house, since you had realized that you hadn’t been there yet by pure coincidence. It had always been easy for Hange to ride over to your house quickly for surprise visits, dinner dates, movie nights, and any other times you two just wanted to see each other.
Once you two arrived, Hange got off their horse first, stepping down to help you dismount as well. Even though your skills were rapidly growing, the one thing you had trouble with was properly getting off. You think too hard about startling the horse that you always trip and inelegantly wobble on your feet to find balance.
Hange strides over to you, hands beginning to lift in order to dismount you, but before they can you decide to try your luck at impressing them by dismounting on your own. You remind yourself that confidence is what you need, hopping off quickly is easier than trying to slowly climb down.
You hop down with ease, landing flat on your feet without stumbling. Their eyes light up with surprise, their open mouth turning up into a smile. Still, before they say anything, you snatch the hat from on top of their head, gracefully placing it atop your hair. “Looks like I’m a real cowboy now. Or do I need to lasso a bull first for the full cowboy certification?” You say with a cheeky smirk gracing your face.
They weren’t prepared for the sight in front of them, their cheeks warming up at your display of ego. “Well look at that,” Hange drawls, eyes twinkling. They can’t help the swarm of less than pure thoughts that fly through their mind. “You know what they say, cowgirl. If you wear a cowboy's hat, you have to ride the cowboy.”
Of course, everything Hange does has to have an air of tenderness, and of adoration.
They take your hand as they lead you inside, kissing it before letting go. With the swiftness and ease of ink flowing from a pen, they lift you up as if you weigh nothing. And naturally, they navigate your body as if they had written it themself.
However, once they have you in their arms they toss you onto their bed unceremoniously, as if you’re nothing more than something to conquer. The hat flies off of your head and in a random direction that you don’t currently care to take note of.
In an instant, their lips are trailing along your neck, a soft sigh of joy passing through your lips. Having them on top of you makes you feel all-consumed by them and their affections.
Their hands are placed on your hips, slowly sliding up beneath your shirt, bunching it up as their hands continue moving. They glance up at you, making sure it’s alright to continue.
You give them a soft smile, grabbing one of their hands and continuing to pull them upwards. This causes them to chuckle at your eagerness and proceed to remove your shirt, leaving you in just your bra.
They decide not to remove your bra, enjoying the idea of being half dressed. With your blanket permission, they also strip your bottom half of your pants. You can’t help but feel a bit shy since you’re the only one undressed.
Hange starts to back up on the bed, starting to kiss you again, this time on your stomach and hips. You softly lock your fingers in their hair, carefully pulling away their ponytail.
Their hair tickles your stomach as it drops to frame their face. They are undeterred by this, even as you bring your dominant hand back towards their head to hold on to a patch of hair.
Once they get their fill of kissing you, they move their attention to your clothed pussy. They lightly brush their tongue up your slit, not bothering to move your underwear.
They’re nothing if not slow and teasing. Their tongue is going at a painfully slow pace and pressure. They keep teasing your slit up and down, purposely leaving your clit ignored. It’s fucking torture and they know it.
Once you start to get teary eyed and squirmy, they finally drag their tongue over your clothed clit ever so slowly. After finally having the stimulation you need, your leg muscles twitch beside their head, barely restraining yourself from pushing your hips against them as much as possible.
You thought you were now free from their torturous teasing. You thought. It couldn’t have been any longer than 2 minutes before they pulled back, getting up from the bed entirely. You almost allow the tears building in your eyes to fall, until you see them start to remove their own clothes.
Your eyes are fully glued to their form as they undress. Their chest is relatively small and perky, so they didn’t feel a need to wear a bra or binder today. This means you’re quickly met with their bare skin.
They look towards you, feeling your eyes practically burning a hole through them. They chuckle at your focus on them. “Impatient?” They say with a grin playing on their face. In response to their question, you roll your eyes before giving them an unamused look. “…A’right.” They say, getting the message that if they keep teasing you that you would probably burst into flames…
With a quicker pace, they pull on their harness over their boxers, securing their strap into it.
Their strap is pretty standard definition. It’s average sized for a dildo, about 7 inches. A solid black color. Veiny and phallic shaped.
When they head back over to you, they press their lips into your own. Lovingly at first, but quickly it turns heated and fervent.
Their hands travel to your lower back, lifting you up by it and flipping you backwards.
Once their strap begins to settle inside you, you realize why they had been so kind before. Because they won’t be so forgiving now.
They grab a handful of your hair as they start to thrust into you more, having been prepped by their tongue prior.
They aren’t too cruel, they start slow as to not hurt you, but within the blink of an eye your neck is craning backwards from their hold on your hair, their hips roughly bumping against your ass.
Fuck. It hurts, but it’s better than any pain you can imagine. The feeling of them inside of you, reaching deeper than you’re used to… you’re surprised you’re not seeing stars.
Hange cranes your neck just a bit more so that they can lean in to whisper into your ear. You’re sure that they said something, but you’re not coherent enough to truly process it. The slight feeling of pain from your hair tugging at your head paired with the pace of their hips is making you delirious.
Their free hand slides across your hip, slinking around your stomach to circle your clit. Because of this you’re panting hard and crying out their name weakly and it doesn’t take much longer for you to cum.
They slow their pace as you ride out your orgasm, changing from rough and fast to slow and more deep. They release their hold on your hair and you realize your arms feel weak, causing you to nose dive into the pillow below you.
They giggle softly at you and carefully pull their strap out and turn you over. You look up at them with a smile, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and pulling them closer.
They smile as well as they hover over you. “I didn’t hurt’cha, right?” They ask with slight nervousness. With a teasing look you say “Not too badly, at least.”
“Ahh, you’ve got jokes.” They tease, dipping their head to kiss your neck. That shuts you up quickly.
It’s your turn to run your fingers in their hair, which you do, tilting your head up so they have more skin to take advantage of.
And they don’t let the opportunity pass them by. Their lips travel to your collarbone, sucking a mark in a modest area. They may have the libido of a teen boy, but they don’t want to bring that type of embarrassment to either of you.
They continue to wind you up as slowly and teasingly as possible. Your patience is running thinner than paper, so you wrap your leg around their side, pushing them under you.
Their expression of slight shock and pure wonder is priceless. “This was technically the deal, wasn’t it? Riding the cowboy.” You chuckle.
They stare up at you owlishly, their hands grazing your thighs and sliding to your hips. They guide you back on their strap slowly.
You didn’t expect to feel so full in this position. Your fingers dig into their shoulders as you use your legs to move up and down. You also didn’t realize how strenuous this would be. Shit, maybe it’s time to hit the gym.
You don’t let the burn in your legs deter you, especially not when Hange is below you, looking at you as if you crafted the earth and heavens just for them.
Thankfully it becomes easier to ignore when the burning in your stomach outweighs the sensation in your legs.
You feel like a ghost of yourself, watching distantly as a ragdoll shaped like you tries to chase release. The only thing keeping you grounded at the moment is the visibility of Hange’s enjoyment. It’s surprisingly motivating.
Their hands are everywhere. On your hips, thighs, back, chest, shoulders… They can’t get enough of your soft skin paired with your undivided attention. “Fuck…” They mumble with a chuckle under their breath.
You’re so close, and hearing their soft curse only brings you closer. The heat in your center is almost unbearable as you sigh and moan tiredly.
They notice your lethargy and decide to help you out. They get a strong hold on your waist and start thrusting upwards to give your legs a bit of a break.
“You look so good like this, sugar. Keep going.” They say as they pull you closer in their hold, their chin resting on your chest as they gaze straight up at you.
With their encouragement and aid of their hips, you cum hard. Your head lolls back as you continue to ride out your orgasm on their lap. They keep their hands on your hips as they fuck their strap into you, their grip tight and slightly bruising. “That’s it… just like that.” They mumble to you. You lift yourself off of their lap, slumping down beside them tiredly.
They pull off their harness, flopping beside you in bed. Their arms pull you into their warm, comforting embrace, their head resting against your own. They whisper praises in your ear until you drift off to sleep.
You’re a bit disoriented when you wake up. You sit up and realize you aren’t in your own bed, the memory of events invading your mind seconds after. Only problem is that you don’t see Hange. You’re sure they’re still here, it is their house after all, but you still feel a bit sad that their presence wasn’t beside you.
You step out of bed and feel the weakness in your legs immediately. You grab your discarded clothes before carefully wobbling out of their room at a slow pace, as if you’re learning how to walk for the first time again. You definitely need to hit the StairMaster after this.
When you step out of their bedroom, you see them attempting to cook you dinner. It’s nothing particularly special, just a panini and some french fries, but you can see how concentrated they are as they try their best to ensure the panini won’t burn.
They hear the pattering of your bare feet against the floor, which causes them to look over their shoulder. “Hi darlin’. I’m making dinner, you should head back to bed to rest. I’m sorry if I went a little too rough.”
(Almost) always the gentleman. You walk over and wrap your arms around their waist, leaning against their broad chest. “It’s alright. It was worth the soreness.” You assure them quietly. Their arms drape over your shoulders, one hand stroking your hair while the other rubs your back lightly.
“If you say so.” They say, kissing your forehead. You stay like this for a while, listening to the thumping of their heart as you rest against them. Everything about their presence is soothing, whether they’re touching you or not. And when they add touch to the equation? Forget about it. You could probably fall asleep standing up.
You only lift your head from their chest as you feel a tingle in your nose. You sniff a few times before looking up at them. “Do you smell that?” You ask.
Hange stiffens in your hold, turning around to see smoke coming from the sandwich they were making you. The sight of the grey puffs trailing up to the ceiling causes them to spring into action, to remove the sandwich before a fire starts. “Shit!-”
<3 i’m sorry this took literally like 10 months to come out i’ve been busy with work and college since i’m nearing the end of my undergrad degree…. what da hail. i hope it was worth the wait cus im pretty happy with how this turned out!!!!
They have you backed against the crumbling stone wall of the crypt, your stolen kunai pressed gently against your throat as they stare you down with their good eye. Every instinct honed by years of training at The Academy screams at you to fight - kick, bite, lash out with bared teeth.
They smirk down at you and only then does the traitor in your chest begin to race.
“You’re getting sloppy.”
You glare. You’re not sloppy. You’re one of the best. Perhaps Hange just knows you too well, now, after all your close encounters. If you were smart, you would end this game tonight once and for all.
It’s unfortunate then, that almost all rational thought leaves your mind around this enigma of a supernatural.
The first time you met Hange you very nearly killed them. Embedded a silver stake straight through their chest, narrowly missing their heart. If they hadn’t pierced your side with their own sharp claws maybe your trajectory wouldn’t have been off.
It took almost two weeks for the deep wounds in your side to heal before you could return to your duties like normal. You always wondered how they made out. You never did get your stake back.
“I’m surprised.” Their eye follows the edge of your kunai as it drags lightly across the underside of your jaw. “To think you’d fall for such an obvious trap.”
Their other arm pins you to the wall of the old mausoleum, holding you firmly in place. “Were you really in such a hurry to see me?”
You scoff and their eye drags back up to your face. “Maybe I have you right where I want you.”
“Oh?” They raise an eyebrow and look around the two of you mockingly. “Well now I’m really curious. What do you have in store for little old me?”
You can feel the knife hidden at the waistband of your pants press sharply against your lower back as you try to shift subtly in their grasp. If you can just distract them for a second…
You drop your voice to match theirs and meet their gaze, looking up at them from under your lashes. “Why don’t you let me go and we can have a fair fight?”
They pretend to think it over for a moment, humoring you, before they grin, showing off the razor sharp edges of their prominent canines. You try not to shiver.
“You know I don’t believe in those. Plus, I’m in no mood for a staking tonight.” They tap your chin with the flat of the kunai. “Nice try, though.”
You open your mouth, an argument on the very tip of your tongue, but you’re interrupted before any sharp words can make it past your lips. The sound of footsteps descending the worn stone stairs into the mausoleum has your back straightening.
“Oh good, I haven’t had fresh blood in days.”
You turn your head slightly, minding the blade still held near your face. The figure that appears is large. It takes up the entire archway, its silhouette swallowing what little moonlight managed to filter into the overgrown crypt. If it weren’t for the several lit candles scattered throughout the room, you wouldn’t be able to make out any of its features at all.
But there are. And you can.
You stiffen and your blood runs cold at the glowing red eyes that fix themselves upon you with barely concealed bloodlust. Shit. A thrall. You really don’t feel like dealing with a thrall right now.
It’s voice is deep when it talks again. “Hurry and slice her open so we can eat.”
With Hange’s attention momentarily diverted, you slowly slide your right foot forward, shifting it just enough to rest lightly on your left boot.
Hange flicks a brief, uninterested glance at the thrall - one second, two - before the look fades into dismissal. "Piss off."
The thrall hesitates, clearly irritated. It snarls low in its throat, but it knows better than to challenge Hange’s authority.
There’s a flicker of something in their gaze, a predatory gleam that isn’t aimed at you but at the thrall. And then, just as quickly, the smirk returns.
Hange’s eye falls back on you, their focus sharpening, and the distance between you both feels almost suffocating.
“Now,” Hange says softly, but the edge in their voice is unmistakable. “Where were we?”
They know exactly what they're doing. The way they lean in, the way they look at you, it’s more than just a physical threat now. It’s a game. And you’re trapped in it.
The thrall, meanwhile, shifts from the doorway and begins to slowly edge its way around the room.
“I wonder,” you murmur, eyes locked on Hange’s, “how long you’ll tolerate that thing before it decides to make its move.” Your foot presses more firmly against your boot now, a necessary brace.
The words land between you like a challenge, but also a subtle distraction. Hange’s lips curl, amusement flickering behind their eyes.
“I’m not worried,” they reply. “And neither should you be.”
The thrall shifts on its feet, eyes glinting with impatience. “Come on! Enough talking. I'm starving!” But before it can take another step forward, Hange's hand moves with casual precision. Without even looking away from you, they send your kunai flying across the room and straight through the skull of the large creature.
Wide-eyed, it falls to the floor with a thud. Dead.
You blink, trying to hide your surprise, but you know it must’ve taken considerable strength to send the small projectile straight through the creature’s frontal bone.
“You killed it.”
Hange's lips curl into a satisfied smirk, unbothered. “It was annoying me.”
You can’t help but pause, eyes tracing every shift in their expression, every subtle movement.
“Why haven’t you killed me yet?” The words slip out before you can stop them, a mixture of challenge and something deeper.
For a fleeting moment, their gaze flickers. The hint of a frown, the smallest shift of emotion, but it’s gone before you can place it.
Then, just as quickly, their usual cocky smile returns, like a mask settling back into place. “I don’t want to kill you. Not yet at least.”
The words hang between you, sharp and unreadable.
You narrow your eyes, voice low, a bit strained. “Then what do you want from me, Hange?”
Their gaze immediately drops to your neck and the tension in the room thickens. That’s all it takes. A single flicker of their focus, and your pulse kicks into overdrive.
“Well,” Hange murmurs, a trace of something dangerous threading through their voice. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”
Goosebumps erupt over your flesh and you struggle, instinct kicking in, trying to break free of their iron grip, but their fingers grab for your wrists, unyielding and cold.
Slowly, they lean in, their lips barely grazing the curve of your neck, but they don’t bite. Instead, they tilt their head, eyes locking with yours once more.The proximity is suffocating, their presence pressing against you like a storm waiting to break.
“Don’t worry.” Their voice is a low hum and you can feel the words slip across your skin like cool silk. “I’ll wait for you to give it up willingly.”
You grit your teeth, clenching your fists. “That will never happen.”
Hange’s chuckle is soft as they lift their head from your neck, never breaking eye contact. When they speak, their voice comes out as a whisper. “I’m very patient.”
The words hang in the air, thick with danger, but something inside you snaps. Enough.
Without warning, your left foot presses up firmly, a barely audible click sounding as the hidden spring in your right boot releases. A small blade shoots out from the toe, and with a practiced flick of your leg, you swing it back and drive it into Hange’s calf with surprising force.
“Son of a—!” Hange stumbles, cursing as the surprise makes them loosen their grip just enough for you to break a wrist free and pull the hidden blade from your waistband, swinging it sharply at their neck.
Hange reacts fast, jerking their head back, and your blade finds the soft skin of their cheek instead, cutting a line right under their leather eyepatch.
They blink in surprise, but only for a moment before a loud, triumphant laugh erupts from them.
“That’s a new one,” they tease, wiping the blood from their cheek.
Without missing a beat, they grab a candelabra from a nearby table brandishing it high as you advance on them. “Well, if we’re doing this…”
The fight resumes in a blur, your blade clashes, their candelabra swings, and Hange’s wild laughter echoes as they move like lightning. But you press on, matching every move with precision.
Finally, you spot your opening. You press forward, driving Hange back until they stumble into the large stone sarcophagus at the center of the room. In an instant, you’re on them, pinning them to the cold stone with a breathless slam.
Your blade hovers over their chest, ready to plunge at the smallest movement, but Hange’s hands lie open on either side of their head in gentle surrender.
“Well, well,” Hange sighs, grinning up at you despite being at your mercy. “Guess you win this round, huh?”
Their gaze watches you closely as you struggle to decide your next course of action.
“You did say you had me right where you wanted me,” they murmur softly. “Now what will you do with me?”
You glare and press the knife hard against their chest, the tip breaking skin just to the right of their sternum. “I should kill you.”
“You should.”
Your brows furrow. “Do you ever shut up?”
They huff out a laugh and their smile turns gentle.
“You’re beautiful.”
The words hit you like a sudden gust of wind. You freeze,and for the briefest moment, the familiar game slips away. You think of all the times you’ve circled each other, each encounter a deadly dance, each move carefully calculated to end the other.
But now... it’s different. There’s a hollow ache in your chest - something you hadn’t noticed before - that starts to spread, sharp and sudden. You could end this. Right now. You could kill Hange without hesitation - it’s your job. It always has been.
And yet, the thought of never seeing their smile again, of never hearing that stupid laugh, feels unbearable.
You clench your eyes shut and take in a steadying breath. When you open them again, the decision is made. A job is a job.
You raise your blade, and Hange closes their eye, as if they already know what’s coming - peaceful, resigned.
Tonight, your aim is true as the sharp point of your dagger slices down through flesh, between bone, and thuds into the deteriorating stone of the casket.
Hange jolts forward in pain, eyes flying open wide as they take in the sight of their left hand. Your dagger pinning it through to the stone underneath.
They grit their teeth against the pain. This is going to be a bitch to heal.
“I really wish you would stop stabbing me!” They whip around, chewing you out, but you’re already gone.
The only evidence you were ever there is the faint scent of vanilla left on the breeze and your silver knife burning a hole through the center of their palm.
With a resigned sigh, Hange turns to pull the dagger from their flesh, hissing as the wound smokes from the contact with the silver. They reach into their trousers pocket, retrieving a folded silk handkerchief, and wrap it around the handle of your blade.
Their gaze drifts back toward the crumbling archway where you vanished, a quiet chuckle escaping their lips as they rub their uninjured hand over their forehead. “Ah, I’m in trouble.”
For a long moment, Hange sits there, thinking. Tonight’s game had changed, hadn’t it? The usual thrill of the hunt, the pulse of danger, it all felt... different now. They couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever had shifted between you two would never go back to the way it was.
Hange looks back down at the dagger, the silver gleaming faintly under the dim light, and smiles. “Another one to add to the collection.”
synopsis! how attack on titan characters would use their phones in the modern au.
tags! fluff, headcannons, modern au, safe
ERWIN -
Erwin would use full sentences and correct grammar. He texts so formally sometimes it will make you question if you’re speaking to your boss (he probably is). Erwin would probably be dry in the sense that you can’t really tell what his attitude or tone is when he texts, but he’s probably one of the only normal texters.
He also is defintetly a fiend for facebook (hes so old…) Thats his most used social and he definitely asks other people to be mutuals on facebook IN THIS DAY AND AGE. He probably gets a weird look from people younger than him when he asks “Whats your username on facebook?” and he’ll actually be oblivious as to why the younger gen clowns on facebook. This man also uses his INDEX finger—his right INDEX finger to navigate his phone but he’ll also use his right thumb and move like a slowpoke on his phone (old people sigh..)
he also blasts youtube videos loudly in public (dad core).
HANGE -
Definitely has some corny millennial wallpaper like “I’m not me without my coffee!” with a minion on it or some corny science quote. Hange has straight up abused their phone, they’ll accidentally drop it in their coffee, put it close to a experiment, run it over, and throw it at the wall when they have a tantrum. The phone is in straight up shambles bro AND its greasy! the screen is lathered with grease from god knows where and the screen is shattered like some mosaic art piece.
Hange has the most messiest camera roll ever. The whole gallery is like 10 pics of their coffee cup, a millennial selfie with a butt-chin and a thumbs up, random screenshots, blurred pictures, and pictures of their notes. They also have some nerdy games on there to pass the time like Tetris or sum.
and you know you can count on hange for never TEXTING BACK PROPERLY!
LEVI -
Always has the newest phone for some reason. He lowkey hates apple so he uses the like newest samsung galaxy that has like 7 cameras and magical features or sum. His phone is always clean (of course) it always looks brand new, he doesn’t even change the wallpaper nor add new apps. You could download games on his phone and he’ll get annoyed then delete them.
Much like Erwin, Levi is a victim of old people using their INDEX FINGER syndrome. He’ll hold the phone in another hand and uses his sole finger to navigate and while hes doing that hes scrunching his eyebrows like how old people do when you hand them the phone. He always keeps his phone on him but barely uses it, only uses it for calling/searching things up.
oh, and he is the driest texter known to man kind. He’ll send a thumbs up emoji or a “Okay”. That, or he will straight up leave people on read and thats 90% of the time. He only really texts Hange or Erwin. Levi also has like no socials at all, he hates broadcasting his life on the internet for strangers to know he thinks its stupid.
EREN -
Hes a typical texter, not too dry but not too overly texty (is that a word?). He uses lol a lot and lmfao as any teenager would. Eren will also literally NEVER answer the phone, not even cause hes uncomfortable with it, it’s just that he never knows someone’s calling him. He definitely gets in trouble with his mom about not picking up her phone calls.
He’s a frequent snapchat user but when he gets older he leans more towards insta, but still uses snapchat lol. He has like some high ass number of streaks and sends a photo with a ‘s’ for it. He’ll post some corny ass edge-lord wannabe shit (we love you still eren) and you know he definitely put bart simpson as his profile picture once. Now its just a photo of him with his hoodie on. He will have some edgy high thinker motivation quote on his instagram bio. He tries so hard to act mysterious on social media.
MIKASA -
Mikasa has a cute goth phone case with a phone charm that represents her style. Her phone is not crazy new but its not a crazy old model. She never picks up the phone just cause she prefers texting, but she’ll pick up for Eren and Armin (though Armin prefers to text her). She’s got a handful of games on her phone like rhythm games or some anime games that Armin made her download. Her most used app is her spotify just to listen to music. (she probably also has tumblr too!..)
She uses instagram and pinterest too. Her instagram is pretty simple but still retains her goth style, she has 1-2 posts that are aesthetic pictures with music or movie quotes as captions. She also has a highlight on her profile that is just pictures of her. Mikasa doesn’t really follow much people except for Armin and Eren, some friends, and some moots with similar styles.
like Levi, shes a dry texter but not super dry. She will give short responses most of the time and will give a longer one if she has to but she will also leave you on read if she doesn’t know what to say.
ARMIN -
I can see him having an android then switching to an apple phone. I don’t think he really cares about the two its just a matter if the phone is fast and has space. Armin is the discord warlock im not even joking, hes always on it and hes always on idle or dnd. Hes in like 5 servers that are for his specific interests and he nerds out on there. Marco is the only other one he knows irl who texts on discord and he probably texts him the most on there. But he also has instagram with a low follower count and he barely goes on there. He will also use his instagram to stalk people with no shame. When it comes to messaging Armin always texts, he almost always texts and calls if the person is not responding (cough cough EREN).
Hes got some pretty scenery for his wallpaper and a clear phone case. Oh and his phone is littered with anime games, rhythm games, and gatcha games. He probably did have his favorite anime girls as his wallpaper until he started to get made fun of for it (and cause he doesn’t wanna be associated with the WEIRDD otaku nerds). Armin is a fast replier, you can count on him for responding fast to messages.
PART 2 COMING SOON!
author note! i headcanoned them to be close to their modern au self but of course i kinda just played on what their character was like (Erwin has me bro 😭) But im gonna make one for connie, jean, sasha, etc
tags! levi x reader, slight fem reader, lightly suggestive, modern au, married
- There's a stark difference from when Levi talks to anyone and then you. Its almost like he switches modes whenever it comes to you and if anyone catches this, they’re shocked. To others Levi will keep up with his stoic demeanor, menacing glares, rude attitude, and his snarky remarks. But with you he’s much more gentle, sweeter, and lovingly-playful. He’ll sometimes speak so softly to you it'll make you question whether it really is Levi speaking.
-He’s definitely hurt you before with his attitude, especially with all his walls secluding himself from everyone. Its taken a turn when he realizes he adores you and he can’t bear to treat you with the same shitty behavior as everyone else. Especially when all you do is just love him and appreciate him for all his broken and rawness. To him, you’re above all. (He also just can’t deal with the guilt of shrouding those loving eyes with sadness and to leave you with a pout.)
- This man COOKS and CLEANS. Straight up male-wife material. Doesn’t matter if you leave a small cluttered mess of garbage on the table or if you dirty a dish. He’ll clean it up with no words (and cause at-least he’ll have something to clean up). He’ll also be up in the morning, cooking pancakes with tea or he’ll make you guys dinner especially if you're tired. Also this man straight up refuses to let you wash the dishes sometimes, he’ll straight up drag you away with ease just so he can do it.
- He won’t admit it but its pretty obvious, he secretly likes it when you act like a brat. When you tease him about something silly just to get on his nerves or when he tells you to do something and you profusely refuse his request just out of spite. He loves the dynamic of him being the dominant type and you being the spoiled brat. And despite the negative connotation that comes with the nickname, he uses it lovingly towards you.
-He’s overprotective, rightfully so. He always wants to know where you are going or where you are, he even calls you once in a while just to check up on you. This man just worries with his heart and soul for you, He's been through the dirt of the world and knows every bit of nasty ugly of it. Also he probably hates it when you party with your friends out late, he probably demands to know every being at the party and will also pick you up early from it.
-Loves to watch you get dressed and undressed, its his own little show just for him. Even if its not sexual he'll just stare at your form and admire your beauty, then when you catch him staring he'll try and act like he wasn't admiring you. You even brought it up how much he likes to watch you take your clothes off and he smiled at that, not even trying to deny it. While on that topic, he likes to watch you try on outfits in front of him. He'll take a chair or sit on the couch while you reveal the outfit you bought at the mall to him, again, all just cause he can't get enough of your beauty.
author note! i love how when i get to writing i cant think of anything but just before i had so many headcanons, so i just tried to write what was off the top of my head. Again, don't mind the awful grammar :( and i'll have some more headcanons or a fic of him coming soon.
synopsis! you and Hange were bickering over something petty and stupid. Snide remarks and childish behavior was being throw left and right but when you get hurt hange rushes to your aid and switches into their caring side.
warnings! mild hurt
tags! fluff, hange zoe x reader, modern au, married life
you don’t remember how it started, well you do, but vaguely. It started off with Hange leaving some dishes in the sink, then a mess on the table, and then some smelly socks on the living room floor. You were by all means no neat freak but with Hanges known reputation for leaving a trail of untidied chores and a mess only a child could make it left you rather annoyed. It also didn’t help that you would constantly remind them and they’d apologize profusely before doing it again with no remorse.
the two of you would bicker like children and would throw snarky remarks here and there. Like a “oh! bet you can’t put your dirty clothes in the washing machine, because you don’t even know what that is!” and a “Well you don’t know how to fix a leaky sink, have fun with that darlin’!” and such. It wasn’t lighthearted goodness but not damaging comments that would leave you two with turned backs in bed. And when you and Hange would cross paths in the house, you two would knock into each other’s shoulders, look the other way with a light scowl and a hmph if one of you stared long enough. The two of you really weren’t letting up this time.
The pettiness from the two of you lasted half a day (a record for the both of you). Right before it ended you were in the living room, dusting up a shelf that hadn’t been touched in weeks. You didn’t really knew where hange was but you presumed they were in their study, fiddling with their experiments. The shelf held a couple things, a small picture frame, one of Hanges little figurines, some decorations and one heavy ass pot your mom gifted you when you moved into your home. It was a dark ashy green that was glazed and had the swirls of a pretty intricate design. The shelf was higher than you and reaching up was a bit hard, but better than letting up and asking your spouse for help. You were getting a bit tired from reaching so high so you’ll admit you were swaying your hands a bit hazardously when cleaning because you knocked that pot right over. The worst part was you were right under it.
You gasped right before it hit your head and when it did, you really got a taste of how fucking heavy it was. It collided so harshly and hard onto your head, like a workout weight mysteriously was swapped with the pot. It then fell onto to the floor with a sharp sound and broke into pieces revealing its cream white interior.
The pain was god awful, you felt your head pound immediately with the pain traveling all over your head.
Hange had called out your name from the other room then came stomping right in to where you were. They let out a sigh of relief as they thought you weren’t hit by it, then readying their snide comments to keep up their facade.
“hah, you just knocked the pot over.” okay captain obvious, you thought. The pain becoming so excruciating in the moment that you just wanted to bawl.
“You know, you should really be more careful instead of being clumsy. it just-“
you broke out in sobs as you held your head with your other hand still holding onto the duster.
As cheesy as it sounds you being in pain is like a trigger for Hange, because they immediately drop their previous pettiness to care for you. Like whatever happened before was the most insignificant thing in the world.
“ah, come here.” they pulled you to them and wrapped their arms around you, rubbing your head from where it fell. “does it hurt a lot?” and with a nod they reply with a kiss to your head.
They brought you away from the shattered glass and onto the couch. They zoomed for the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas for your head. And although they were a scientist and not a doctor, they questioned if you felt dizzy or if you were going to pass out, making a checklist in their head to see if you had a concussion or not.
“Do you feel any dizziness?” they kneeled on one knee on the floor, a crease in their brow formed. You thought about how it didn’t suit them to be worried, like their features were made for displaying their lovable quirky expressions and not anything else.
“a little bit, but my—head mainly hurts.” you stuttered, finally having yourself calm down with an icepack on your head to reduce the pain.
“Alright, I don’t think you have a concussion but lets make a doctors appointment to be sure.”
Their lips quirked up a little into a smile and their eyes warmed up. “ya know, I think your head might be made out of steel if you didn’t get a concussion from that.”
you smiled at their joke, and they beamed right back at you.
“c’mere” they guided you to lay with them on the L part of your couch to cuddle. The petty Hange was long gone and replaced with a Hange who held you in their arms and kissed you repeatedly while they soothed you. Those earlier mess ups didn’t bother you anymore either, you just bathed in the comfort and love they offered you.
They let out a sigh and looked down at you. A remorseful look played on their features. “Next time, Just ask me to reach up there for you.”
they kissed you again and just held you there on the couch until you were better.
author note! hahahahs this is my first fic publisjed to the worldd, sorry if theres any grammar or typo mistakes. Hope yall like the story, i’ve day dreamed abr this teehee. i wrote this late at night i want to sleeeep
guys my friend has motivated me to introduce this fic i have on hange zoe, its not done and its probably really shitty but ill try and get the first and second chapter out today
I cannotttt and i meant I CAN NOT listen to the song played during hanges death omfg it pains me so bad everytime. I literalllyy criedddd like a baby during their death and i literally cannot fathom that my baby killed themselves just cuz they were so tired and they wanted everyone to live. LIKE JUST THINKING THAT HANGE IS DEAD UGH IT FEELS SO WRONG I HATE FLOCH I REPEAT I HATE FLOCH
