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Valentines Day, Hange Style ❤️ never a dull moment @hangelab

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Hangeweek - Day 3: school.

"Desastre en la biblioteca."

Hange estaba acomodando libros en las estanterías. Ya eran los últimos que le faltaban de ese día y eran los que siempre estaban en la parte superior.

Movió libros para meter otros y a través de los espacios vió al profesor Smith en una de las mesas escribiendo algo en su laptop. Hange estaba locamente enamorada de él, le había gustado desde que lo vió la primera vez al inicio del ciclo y en más de una ocasión Levi le había dicho que le dijera lo que sentía, pero Hange estaba casi segura iba a ser rechazada. Tenían un trato cordial debido a que trabajaban en la misma universidad, pero era todo.

Soltó un suspiro y se recargó demasiado sobre la escalera dónde se encontraba, sintió como el librero empezaba a moverse y en un movimiento demasiado rápido y brusco trató de enderezarse, para evitar una tragedia, lo que llevó a que la escalera se hiciera hacía atrás y sucediera lo que había tratado de evitar. Su espalda pego en contra del librero estaba atrás de ella.

“Oh no.” Fue todo lo que alcanzó a decir antes de que el librero empezara a caer hacía atrás y empezara un efecto domino.

El estruendo fue tal, que muchos estudiantes salieron corriendo del lugar. Hange se puso de pie en cuanto salió del shock para ver el desastre había ocasionado. Estaba en problemas y probablemente despedida.

“¡Hange! ¿Se encuentra bien?”

Al voltear para ver quién le hablaba vió al profesor Smith corriendo hacia ella. Un suspiro estuvo a punto de salir de su pecho, que trato de disimular y se le escapó un chillido agudo.

Se vió a sí mismo y estaba ilesa.

“Si, estoy bien o eso creo.”

“¿Qué carajos sucedió aquí?” preguntó una voz en la subida de las escaleras. Hange volteó y vio a Levi, luego le siguió la cara de Nile y varios maestros más. Al final subió el Director Zackley. Estaba muerta.

“Señorita Zoe, ¿Qué sucedió aquí?” le pregunto el director con calma.

“Un…accidente. Estaba acomodando libros y perdí el equilibrio y… bueno…”

No había necesidad de decir más, el resultado era que el segundo piso de la biblioteca era una zona de guerra.

“¿Estoy despedida?” pregunto Hange con miedo.

“Por supuesto que no.” Le dijo el director. “Si la despido ¿quién va a arreglar este desastre? A partir de mañana empezaremos a acordar las estanterías.”

“¿Empezaremos?” Preguntó Nile.

“Así es Dok, empezaremos dado que la señorita Zoe no es lo suficientemente fuerte como para esperar ella sola pueda enderezar las estanterías. La decisión no entra en debate, todos vamos a ayudar.”

Dicho eso, dio media vuelta y se fue. Los demás los siguieron. En el lugar del atentado solo quedaron ella, el profesor Smith y Levi. El primero se disculpó, dado que tenía que dar una clase y se fue, no sin antes asegurarle a Hange todo estaría bien.

“Una vez listos los estantes, le ayudaré en mi tiempo libre a acomodar libros.”

Hange sonrió al escuchar eso. “Muchas gracias, profesor Smith.”

Una vez se fue, encaró a Levi.

“¿De verdad perdiste el equilibrio o por estar espiando a Erwin caíste sobre los estantes?”

Hange se puso roja. Levi no necesitaba más respuestas.

“Eres de lo peor cuatro ojos.”

“No fue mi intención, si lo estaba espiando y paso lo que paso.”

“Que no habría pasado si no fueras una acosadora cobarde que en lugar de invitarlo a cenar, prefieres espiarlo.”

“Si lo invito a salir, de seguro va a aceptar por compromiso.”

“De acuerdo, te diré algo y no me hago responsable de nada: me enteré por Riko, que es otra obsesionada con Erwin, que aparentemente él tiene interés por alguien…”

“¿Y a sabiendas de eso me dices que lo invite a cenar?”

“Déjame terminar, y por lo que Riko dijo, él pasa mucho tiempo en el mismo lugar con esa persona. Piensa en lo que te dije, me tengo que ir, tengo una clase que dar.”

Levi desapareció y Hange por hacer algo empezó a juntar libros.

Al llegar a su departamento seguía pensando en lo que le dijo Levi y realmente no le veía algún uso a esa información. Al contrario, estaba deprimida de saber a Erwin le gustaba alguien. Pasaba por su cabeza todas las maestras y secretarias trabajaban en la universidad y trataba de pensar con quién pasaba más tiempo. Pero la verdad era que él siempre prefería trabajar en la biblioteca que en la sala de maestros.

Y con ese pensamiento, vió la luz al final del túnel: ella era la persona con la que él pasaba más tiempo.

Tomó su celular y le llamó a Levi.

“¿Qué quieres?” le respondió él.

“¿Soy yo verdad? ¡Yo soy la persona con la que él pasa más tiempo!”

“Vaya que eres lenta, yo lo entendí al segundo que Riko lo dijo.”

Hange dejo escapar un grito que probablemente habían escuchado todos sus vecinos a 100 metros a la redonda.

“¿Pero yo por qué?” preguntó a Levi una vez se tranquilizó.

“Y yo que sé. Tal vez por haber sido la única no le tiró con los calzones cuando empezó a trabajar en la universidad.”

“¿Qué voy a hacer?”

“¿Y por qué me lo preguntas a mí? Haz lo que quieras, cógetelo en la biblioteca si quieres.”

“Eres un bobo.”

“Ya te di una opción. Tómala o déjala. Ahora, me voy a dormir porque son las putas once de la noche. No me hables a media madrugada a menos estés apunto de morir.”

Levi colgo y Hange se acurrucó debajo de sus sábanas demasiado feliz como para conciliar el sueño.

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Zoe and her past selfs for this little sketch on vision theme.

Hange Zoë week, day 3: vision

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For Hange Week Day 3: Vision

one-shot; vision pairing: hange zoë-centric, with a side of levi/hanji word count: 1096 words note: for Hange Week at @hangelab on tumblr. Prompt for Day 3: Vision. Link to fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15852924/chapters/36965187

Hange was five years old when she found herself squinting in order to see what the teacher had written on the blackboard. Her teacher had then sent her home with a note to her parents, and she remembered her mother, wringing her hands and talking in hushed, worried whispers to her father. Her mother was convinced that her daughter had contracted some horrible eye disease. Myopia never crossed her mind – after all, how could a child of five developed near-sightedness?

Hange said nothing, but visited the doctor’s dutifully, although she knew exactly what was wrong with her. After careful and thorough examination, the doctor proclaimed that all she needed was a pair of glasses, and prescribed her a small pair, with round black frames.

Her mother was perplexed, but Hange was happy, skipping towards home, glad that things were no longer blurry. She supposed she should now stop reading books by her bedroom window in the middle of night (when her parents were asleep, and unable to scold her for not sleeping), and stop using the weak rays of the moon for light. She couldn’t use the candles, of course, as her mother would surely questioned the burned-down candles. Besides, she wasn’t allowed to touch matches.

She was a little sad, as she had planned to read a book about frogs that she had borrowed from the library that day. The librarian had tried to discourage her, suggesting a picture book with bright and colourful flowers, telling her that there were not a lot of pretty pictures in the book about frogs. Hange declined with all the politeness of a five-year-old, not telling her that it wasn’t pictures she wanted, it was the words.

She resumed her habit of reading by the moonlight in less than a week after she started wearing glasses. She couldn’t help it, there was too much to learn, too much to know. Her glasses grew thicker as she grew older, along with her curiosity about the complex and constricted world they lived. She read every single book that she was allowed to, and even sought out some of the illegal ones. Her glasses were now so thick and heavy that it kept slipping down her nose, so she fashioned a strap out of rubber bands, and tied it to the arm of her glasses, and strapped them secure around the back of her head.

Her glasses stayed with her as she went through life – losing her parents, joining military training once she became of age and proving herself to be so capable that no one could use her impaired vision as a reason for dismissing her from the military. Her hatred for the Titans fueled her, as she blazed through the grueling training regime, emerging as one of the best in her batch. She chose the Survey Corps without hesitation; she wanted to kill every single of the Titans, who took away everything she loved.

And her glasses were one of the vital things that kept her alive, as she flung herself from tree to tree, from rooftop to rooftop, cutting and slashing Titans into pieces. And when she started falling in love with Titan research, when she was driven by the desire to destroy them by understanding them, her glasses allowed her to study the bits and pieces of their skin, and the intricacy of the system that kept them alive, and the weaknesses that would allow humans to kill them.

Yes, Hange needed her glasses for a lot of things, for her vision, for objects, books and Titans. But there was one thing she didn’t need them for, and that was to see people.

The first time she met Erwin, she saw him clearly, and she knew that this was a man that she was going to trust her humanity with. She saw past Mike’s strange sniffing habits, seeing him for the brave, courageous and loyal soldier he was. Nanaba’s tough girl act didn’t fool her as well, for she saw her kindness and protectiveness towards the younger recruits. Moblit’s nerves and jitteriness around her didn’t hide the respect and dedication she knew he had for her.

Hange never saw Levi, Isabel and Furlan as common, unworthy thugs. It was strange how blind everyone else was, she thought, and stranger still that it took her, who was actually almost half-blind, to see them as people, equal to her, and to everyone else. She didn’t need her glasses to see beyond Levi’s foul-mouthed, emotionless, obsessive-compulsive clean freak exterior, and to see the honourable, loyal and remarkable side of him. She saw all of that.

As Captain, Levi commanded respect, but he also commanded terror. His attitude deterred everyone else from getting close, everyone except her. Because she could see past his hostility and his coldness; sometimes, he needed someone, too. He needed a friend, a shoulder. She knew that he was close to Erwin, but perhaps she could be an extra friend, and provide an extra shoulder for him to lean on.

Levi started making use of her shoulder after a while, and coining special names for her – shitty glasses, fucking four eyes, and so on, and so forth. She would just laugh, and started talking about Titans, and he would look exasperated, but he would almost always stay, and listened, albeit grudgingly. He ranted against her messiness and her forgetfulness when it came to eating, baths and hygiene, but he would be the one tidying her laboratory, bringing her food and knocking her out in order to get her clean.

And he was the only one who would ever complain, constantly, about her how dirty her glasses were. Fucking hell, shitty glasses, he’d say. How the fuck do you see through ten inches of dirt and grime? He would rip her glasses off her face, and spent minutes obsessively cleaning them before putting them back onto her face, drawing the straps behind her head. His fingers would always linger, and she would smile, and thanked him, and dragged him forwards to kiss him, on his forehead, his cheek or his mouth. He would growl at her, asking her to go brush her fucking teeth, but she would always see that little half smile on his face after she kissed him.

Hange didn’t need her glasses to see and understand what Levi felt for her, even if he never said a single word. Her vision didn’t need to be perfect to see right through his heart. It was easy, really, because she felt exactly the same way as he did.  

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Hange’s childhood and how she came to getting glasses obviously all made up (by me). And I literally couldn’t help myself with Levihan.

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Hange Week | Day 1: Leadership

14th Commander of the Survey Corps.

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Hange Week Day 4 Prompt: Hange Squad

This one takes place before the fall of Trost. Enjoy!

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Hange’s squad had been hanging around in the stables. They had finished training and were just waiting for Hange to return from one of her spontaneous science adventures.

Nifa was the one to bring it up when the conversation had lulled. “What do all of you like most about Squad Leader?” She asked. “Personally, I think her leadership skills are admirable.”

“I like her intellect best.” Keiji said “She always comes up with a plan that no one else would have thought of.” He explained.

“She always has so much energy, which I like.” Goggles chimed in. “Even when it makes literally no sense. I’m starting to think she could get shot and still be trying to make plans and talk about science.” He joked.

“You all make valid points.” Moblit stated. “But I think her best quality is her scientific genius. Without it, there’s lots of things we know about titans now that we wouldn’t have otherwise.” He finished up. Everyone nodded along in agreement.

The door opened and they all turned expecting to see Hange walk in but instead it was Levi. “Where’s Hange?” He asked them.

“She’s run off to go find something but said she’d be back here soon.” Moblit explained.

“In that case, I’ll come back later.” Levi said curtly and started heading out again.

“Wait, Captain.” Nifa called out to which Levi stopped and turned around. “We were all just talking about what we like most about Hange and I just wanted to know what you like best about her?” She asked.

Levi responded almost instantly. “What I like most about her is the intense glint she gets in her eyes when she starts rattling off about science or titans.” He explained and then headed out the door.

“That was a fast response…” Nifa mused. “And oddly specific.” Hange’s squad all looked at each other, each wondering the same thing about Levi and their squad leader.

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Thank you so much for reading!

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Hangeweek2018 is closing shop.

Thank you everyone. It has been a wonderful Hange Week 2018. We've loved looking at the posts you made, and certainly are in awe at all of the creativity and amount of hard work everyone poured into making them. Everything submitted, was read and shared. For a week all of you have shown a great amount of love for Hange Zoe, and for that we thank you all. To each one of you, from the peeps who filled out the survey prompts, creators making and sharing those fancontents, and for following and reblogging from Hangelab. But now the time has come to say goodbye. Thank you and we hope to see you soon next year.

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Hange Zoë week, day 6:

Compassion/Cruelty