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i was through about hange and y/n wedding ?? maybe in canonverse (hange commander), a lot of fluuuuufff THANK U 💕💞
♡ no warnings. fluff. not proofread.
Hange Zoë Oneshot ♡
The fields beyond the last Wall had never looked so beautiful.
The grass swayed under the warm breeze, and wildflowers dotted the landscape like a thousand little stars across green velvet. Scouts and friends— your family, built not by blood but by battle and survival— gathered around a simple wooden arch, strung with white fabric and fresh blooms gathered that morning. The sky was endless and blue above it all.
You stood a little distance away, hidden behind a sheet of white cloth while Sasha and Historia fussed over your veil and bouquet. Your heart raced as you clutched the soft fabric of your wedding dress— delicate, flowing white silk that caught the light with every tiny movement. A soft corset cinched the dress at your waist, the skirt spilling out in layers that floated when you moved. Tiny pearl buttons lined the back, and sheer sleeves with embroidered flowers clung to your arms.
You’d never worn anything so beautiful in your life.
And it was all for them.
For Hange Zoë.
At the altar, Hange waited.
They were the picture of effort— formal white shirt buttoned up properly for once, white pants pressed, the Scout Regiment’s green cape draped carefully over their shoulders. Their wild brown hair had been pulled back into a neater bun than usual, a few soft strands escaping to frame their face.
Levi stood beside them, a permanent scowl on his face— but he was here. And that meant more than words could say.
As the music started— a soft, sweet tune played on an old violin— Hange shifted on their feet nervously.
And then they saw you.
You stepped through the white curtains, sunlight catching the shimmer of your dress, veil billowing behind you. A gasp traveled through the small crowd, but all Hange could do was stare.
Their throat tightened instantly. Their hands shook at their sides. God, they thought, I’m going to cry.
Tears welled in their eyes as you slowly made your way down the aisle, each step graceful, each smile you offered so full of love it nearly knocked the breath from their lungs. You were radiant— more beautiful than any sunrise, any piece of the old world left to them.
When you finally reached them, Hange let out a tiny, choked laugh, dashing a hand across their eyes hastily under their glasses. “You’re... you’re breathtaking, sweetheart,” they whispered hoarsely, voice shaking.
You smiled, cheeks heating. “You’re not so bad yourself, Commander.”
Levi cleared his throat— a polite warning that he was not going to wait forever to start the ceremony— and you both turned toward him, barely containing your grins.
The ceremony itself was simple but perfect.
Levi spoke in a clipped, serious voice, and the occasional chirp of birds or creak of the wooden arch filled the silences between his words.
When Levi nodded to you to begin the vows, you turned to Hange, taking their shaking hands in your own.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and began, your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering.
"Hange," you said, your voice strong but trembling at the edges, "we were never promised a future. Not with the lives we live, not with the blades we carry."
A soft breath caught in Hange’s throat.
"Every time we strapped into our ODM gear... every time we drew our swords... we accepted that we might never see another sunrise. But even in all that, even surrounded by death, you made me believe in tomorrow."
Hange’s grip on your hands tightened.
"You were my anchor when the wind tried to tear me away. You were the voice in my mind reminding me to check my gas, to sharpen my blades... to keep fighting. To come back."
Tears slid freely down their cheeks now.
"So today, I vow this to you: I will be your blades when you’re defenseless. I will be your gear when you need to fly. I will fight for you, beside you, until I can’t lift a sword anymore— and even then, I'll crawl if I have to, just to stay by your side."
Your voice broke, but you smiled through it, shining and radiant in the afternoon light.
"Today, I don’t just choose love. I choose you as my comrade. My partner. My home. In every battle, and in every peace that follows."
The world around you blurred into nothing but the two of you.
Hange let out a shuddering breath, smiling so wide it was nearly painful, and took a shaky step closer, ready to speak.
Their vows came soft and rough, raw as the scars on their hands.
"Y/N," they rasped, "you were always the one thing more constant than gravity to me."
"I spent my life understanding systems. Mechanics. The rules that make things fly. I thought love was something reckless. Something that could tear a soldier apart faster than any Titan."
They laughed hoarsely, brushing a tear from their face.
"But you— you taught me that real love is a system. That it’s ropes and gears and momentum and physics and trust. You taught me that when you leap off the edge of the world... someone can catch you."
You choked on a sob, squeezing their fingers.
"I vow to be the gas that propels your dreams forward. The steel that defends your heart. The blades that cut through anything that dares try to take you from me."
Hange’s voice cracked, and they pulled you a little closer, like they couldn’t stand even an inch of distance.
"I vow to fly with you, darling. As high and as far as you want. Until we find a world without walls... and even beyond that, if you'll have me."
The ceremony blurred as you both stood there, forehead to forehead, tears mixing with laughter as Levi dryly announced you married.
Hange kissed you like it was the most sacred promise they had ever made— one hand cupping your cheek, the other wrapped around your waist, grounding you, holding you steady like ODM gear against the pull of gravity.
The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, music, and wine shared among the Survey Corps and the few civilians who had been invited. Sasha and Connie started a drinking game in your honor. Mikasa and Armin gave you both heartfelt hugs. Even Levi allowed himself the luxury of standing quietly at the edge of the festivities, sipping tea and watching you with something that almost resembled fondness.
Later, when the night was deep and the stars stretched endlessly above, you found yourself sitting with Hange just outside the campfire’s glow, with their Survey Corps cape draped over both of you, you whispered against their chest:
"I’ll fly with you anywhere, Hange."
And they kissed the top of your head, voice rough with tears and love:
"I know, sweetheart. Always."
♡ a/n: this took so long i'm so sorry omg
