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fran-in-the-deep · 2 months

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Finally got to write a fic for @kylekoraki 's great Hange fanart (everyone go check it out!) and I hope I did it justice. It turned out as ~700 words, set in after the end of S3, I'd say somewhat hurt/comfort? and established relationship. Hope you enjoy!

The draw of the bow across the strings brought about the high-pitched note of the polished instrument as the violinist prepared to play. A sign for the ballroom to fall silent, those who wouldn’t partake in the dance to open up the floor to those who did. Hange entered the now formed stage with confident strides, as was expected from the newly appointed Commander of the Scouts. The green of the Scouts ever so present in the satin cape thrown over their left shoulder, the wings of freedom moulded into the golden ornament holding it in place. Where an eye was lost, freedom was gained. Symbolically at least.

Yet this was not an occasion to think of the fallen, the sacrifices the reality had taken, but to look perfect in their suit, participate in talks, toasts and dances, to celebrate the - at least temporary - defeat of the enemy and the new opportunities for their future with the people in power, who had no part in any of it. The people had to be appeased, distracted. Queen Historia had made that clear. Hange understood that and so did you, but it didn’t mean the game of politics was any less of a battlefield that took a toll of those thrown into it without ever wanting to be there. But the Scouts weren’t known for quitting.

As the instruments fell into rhythm, then into song, Hange extended their hand towards you. This was your dance, and no matter the politics, nobody would take this from you. One hand holding yours securely, the other on your waist, every step felt weightless. There was even a spark in Hange’s eye behind the eyeglass they were wearing for the occasion instead of their glasses. When more and more people joined the dance, the volume of the violin increased to stay present over the clicking of heels and muffled talks at the edge of the dance floor that had picked up again. In this sea of people, the small whirlpool of your dance brought it’s own sense of privacy, everyone focussed on themselves, you focussed on each other.

“I hope you can take the lead once I mess up my steps.” They whispered, leaning towards you with a small grin only for you to see. You were glad, as it had been a rare sight after everything that happened. The only time Hange could now afford to let their mask slip was with you. Because no matter with how much virtuoso they had filled their new role, it was overwhelming none the less.

“Don’t think too much, you got this. We practised.” You reassured them, knowing that dancing wasn’t their biggest strength, especially because they struggled to find any interest in it. But you had known Hange long enough and knew how their brain worked. And that’s the least you could as their partner to support them. Their grip tightened around your waist.

“You’re saying that until I’m stepping on your feet.” Hange spun you around, out of the way from another couple. The pace of the music had become faster and even more people joined the dance.

“You already did three times, yet no-one noticed.” A quiet remark from your side, maybe a little teasing, but not to embarrass them.

“Oh-“ The moment Hange hesitated, their eye flicking to the side as they tried to remember those incidents, they slightly stumbled and you managed to catch them in one flowing movement with a turn.

“No apologizing, dancing.” You said, pressing a small peck to the tip of their nose as Hange got to their feet again, then taking the lead as promised. Only for them to catch you in the next when you were to one to trip up. Once out of rhythm it was harder to get back into it again. With one song seamlessly flowing into the other, each dance stretched on.

Yet when Hange’s favourite piece was finally played, an energetic violin song, all of the worries, be it dance steps or the rest of the world, melted away, even if just for a couple minutes, it was just the two of you. And that was everything right now.

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A/N: I hope it turned out good even though it's not the completely cheesy fluff I usually write (okay, this one is maybe a bit cheesy, but hey) and that my appreciation for the fanart comes through. Life is being insane right now cause I'm basically finishing my degree and am trying to get an apprenticeship in a totally unrelated field, chronic illness and everything, so I still haven't been able to be as active as I'd like to be, but that's how it is and I'm going at my own pace.

#hange x reader #hange zoe x reader #hanji zoe #hange zoe #fran-fiction writing

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fran-in-the-deep · 3 months

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I only now realized that I started putting too much pressure on myself again when it comes to writing for some time now, so I'll go back to the strictly writing for fun agenda again. There are quite some projects I'm looking forward to get to write or already have WIPs for, so I think it's gonna be a good time.

#I barely have reason to post except in the authors notes so I don't have a tag for this

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fran-in-the-deep · 3 months

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Do you think the moon is a place?

Hange x gn!Reader | 400 words

"Do you think the moon is a place?” In a world restricted by walls, not even knowing what was beyond the horizon, Hange was the one to look up into the sky and think about leaving all this behind.

“A place? In what way?” You ask, following Hanges gaze into the night sky, to the full moon slowly disappearing behind a curtain of clouds yet again. It had been windy all day.

“A place you can go. That has a ground to walk on. Maybe there are even people living up there. Moon people in their moon houses.” Hange’s hand finds its way into your hair again, playing with it as they let out a thoughtful hum. You are huddled up under a blanket in one of the conclaves outside the Scouts headquarters watchtower, one of those no longer in use. Perfect for stargazing and moon watching. And a first kiss, a love confession, mourning beloved friends after an expedition. Whatever it was, it all comes back to here.

“I don’t think they’d call themselves that.” You note after a while, as the moon becomes visible again for a moment.

“You have a point. I guess they think they’re just people. We’d be the weird ones.” Hange says with a quiet chuckle and presses a kiss to your temple. You shiver from the gust of wind rushing past the tower, closing the cloudy curtains of the moon again. Hange pulls you closer before they continue talking. “You think they’re also sitting there, looking into the sky and wonder whether someone like them lives over here?”

“If there is people over there, there surely is a moon Hange asking their partner the exact same thing.” You joke and it makes them laugh a bit.

“Maybe they’ll be the ones visiting us first then. I’ll have to hurry up.” Hange rests their head against yours. They’re tired, exhausted, and so are you.

“So, how would we get up there?” You can’t help but ask, trying to hold on this moment a bit longer, unwilling to return to earth yet.

“Maybe one of the balloons filled with hot air. Or we’ll finally find a way to make bid wings work for us. But definitely something with enough space for us both.” Hange turns around to face you, a playful grin on their lips.

“So you’re going to fly me to the moon?”

Hange presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “To the moon and back.”

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A/N: Reminder to self that this is my self-indulgent anime sideblog and I can do whatever I want and write super cheesy stuff. Going back to the "If I had fun writing, that's enough, and when someone else likes it, that's a plus". And I had a really good time writing this, so I'm content.

#hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #hanji zoe x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #hange fluff #aot fluff #fran fiction writing

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fran-in-the-deep · 3 months

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Commander Hange waiting for you (their partner) dressing up for the royal ball

#they look so good #so so good #the gold highlights and the green cape and how that's balanced in the composition #I'm living for that #just the whole thing #and that LOOK on their face #the song also slaps #I wanna write a fic of this as some point (only if op is okay with it ofc)

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fran-in-the-deep · 3 months

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#those three #living for the lineart and the composition and everything #jjk fanart #it looks so good!

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fran-in-the-deep · 3 months

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Oh wow I didnt know chapter 249 already leaked lol

#jjk spoilers #this is canon to me #i love this so much #shoko finally getting the appreciation she deserves #also the artstyle is so great i can't

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fran-in-the-deep · 3 months

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Hange is nominated for best supporting character at the Crunchyroll Anime Awards 2024! 💜

And they are the only snk character nominated in this category :')

- Vote here👇

#let's go get that win

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fran-in-the-deep · 4 months

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I can't believe I missed the wip's before that, but I just saw this and I'm just so so excited about it, because it already looks so good - the way you draw their face and hair is just the best. Your Hange fanarts are some of my favourites so if I haven't expressed that properly before (because sometimes I'm just not every capable of the social part of social media), take it from here. Love this wip already and the choice of a suit for Hange is just top tier

wip

#hange fanart #i got a bit carried away here #but seriously everyone appreciate this wip and the other fanarts #it's so so good

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fran-in-the-deep · 4 months

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WIP from the Christmas Special

I know it's the New Year already, but please take this beanie design from the Christmas Special what I guess is my Marine Biologist Hange AU at this point

#hange zoe x reader #hange zoe #hange x reader #hanji zoe x reader #hange fluff #still proud of the pun #don't know if I'll ever get around to finish it #maybe next christmas

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fran-in-the-deep · 4 months

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Hi hi hi I feel it is my moral and legal obligation to request 28. I don't really have more thoughts than that so just go crazy. Thank u love u hope you're doing well - faye

28. German Christmas Market

A/N: Thank you for giving me another reason to write for this very specific prompt. I did not anticipate for this to get so long, nor for the Deutsche Bahn to become a major point of contention, but I thought it would be funny and very authentically German. Also I got stranded at a train station on the way home for the holidays, so I had some time.

Christmas Special - Hange x gn!Reader (Collage AU)

~1.8k | lots of fluff

It had been a nice idea initially, going to the Christmas market for a date. Have some overpriced hot punch and sugary food, look at nice lights and decorations and hold hands. All that preferably in the next biggest town over, where every second booth wasn’t run by students from uni you both knew. Going to a Christmas market and on a date on top of that was to get a break from daily life, not to get yet again reminded that the person who was making Crêpes for you still hadn’t done their part of the group presentation that was due in two days. Last years Christmas market had not been fun.

This year, the big obstacle would be even getting there. It had snowed a day ago and while snow was rare and it settling for long was even rarer, the time Hange and you arrived at the train station of your small town, everything still looked like winter-wonderland.

“I swear the app said our train wasn’t affected.” Hange’s glasses were foggy from their breath, scarf pulled up to their nose. “You saw it too, right? When I checked before we left?” They asked you before returning to their phone, checking the following connections only to find out that they were all cancelled as well, while you were half looking over, half leaning on their shoulder, huddled together against the cold wind blowing over the platform. Dressed in thick coats with various layers underneath you still felt them shiver slightly.

You wrapped your arms around their shoulders, trying to give a little bit of reassurance before Hange would start to blame themself for not having anticipated this specific situation. Because it wasn’t their fault, neither was it of the people working for the German railway, they must be extra stressed thanks to that train-wreck of an infrastructure that worked really good except when it didn’t. And sometimes that felt like more often than not. The German railway services did not like winter-wonderland.

“At least we’re not stuck somewhere else this time.” Upon voicing your thought, you felt Hange shake with giggles. “What is it? Was that so funny?”

They looked up at you, still in your arms, pulling down their scarf so you could see their wide grin. A small cloud of condensed breath escaped them. “I just remembered the time we went to the Aquarium on our second date and had dinner after. And then on the way back back home, we hat to sit in the train for two hours in the middle of nowhere because someone got stuck in the toilet cabin.”

“See, it could be worse.” You commented with a small chuckle. It should not have been so funny, but the way Hange told it was.

“Nah, it’s half bad.”, Hange leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “As long as a have you. Or no, wait. I’d gladly get stuck at any train station, as long as it’s with you. Or something romantic like that. Also, we still have all afternoon to spend time.”

Their cheeks and nose were tinged slightly pink when they leaned back, although that could be from the cold. Somewhere on another platform, a train was announced. It started snowing again, the kind of big flakes that should only exist in cartoon movies. Still standing at the now empty platform, Hange followed your gaze, taking your hand in theirs.

“You know, we could still try the whole Christmas market date, you don’t have any group presentations this year, have you?”

“Thankfully not.”

“Then let’s just go in, grab some food and make a run for it.”

And who were you to say no to that? Hange grinned, before pulling their scarf up to their nose again, only leaving their yet again clouded glasses and a few stray strands of hair visible between the scarf and beanie.

The latter with its sew-on patch of a long long fish that looked like an eel, but wasn’t quite one (maybe a little bit), wearing a Christmas hat was the latest product of Hange discovering that you could just order stuff like that on the internet. It had “HAPPY PHOLIDAE(S)!” patched under it, a pun that had been settled on as “Fröhliche Weihnachten!” was too long of a saying to fit into a beanie and “Frohes Fest!” didn’t lend itself well to puns with marine species names, scientific or common.

When leaving the train station, the two of you passed more exasperated travellers having gathered around the big display in the main hall that showed the current delays and cancellations.

“I hope they’re not gonna be stuck long.” Hange commented before stepping outside in the cold winter air again.

In typical winter afternoon fashion, the sun nearly set in the short time it took you two to make your way through the increasingly busy pedestrian zone. The closer you got to the Christmas market, the more Christmas-y it got. What had been a few front store windows with Christmas-Tree and snow themed décor slowly turned into lights being spun on ropes above the street and a random tree here and there. Hange slipped on some mushy snow leftovers from earlier that day when pointing them out and while you were fully prepared to go down with them by the way their hand still clasped onto yours, Hange caught themself rather quickly.

“You alright?” They asked you as if you were the one who just stumbled.

Gently bumping against their shoulder, you told them not to worry about you too much, just as the first wooden booth came into view. It was built to look like a small cosy hut with a bunch of Christmas decorations and lights thrown over it. Steam rose from the warmth of the Crêpe stoves that were hidden behind a stack of nutella jars. Next to it a booth that sold candles from plain to giant angel motives, as well as the kind of preciously self made ones that seemed to be too pretty to light.

Hange naturally gravitated to the candle booth to look for something fish related, strategically scanning the display from left to right while you looked from the other side. It was a game, a habit by now, to just look for fish related stuff wherever you went and help Hange search, even if you didn’t end up buying anything.

The same always counted for you, Hange had made it a habit of bringing little things around that either reminded them of you, they thought were funny or you’d like. With their associative way of thinking, that could either be something you didn’t know you needed or liked before and now cherished it deeply, or a package of napkins for a reason you didn’t really understand but that made perfect sense for them.

“Hm.” Hange brought their free hand to their chin, leaning slightly forward over what could be a starfish shaped candle or just a Christmas Star. “No, that’s not it.”

You hadn’t found anything either. Yet Hange didn’t dwell on it long, looking back at you instead.

“Let’s be basic and get some Crêpes with nutella then. I’m paying.”

“I’m paying the next time then.”

“Alright alright.” Hange laughed as they pulled you to the other booth with them, ordering and paying for the two Crêpes. The awkward waiting time and shuffling around to somehow signal you two had already ordered and no this wasn’t the start of the queue, everyone leave us alone please while we hope nobody will try to make small talk with us, just waiting for the food, thank you very much. It was worth the freshly made food though.

“We should get roasted almonds or something, we could take that home.” Hange suggested, munching on the Crêpes after some time to cool down on the way to the central market place by the church where most of the Christmas market was located.

It had a look of a small village with all the small wooden huts, yet in contrast to an actual village, there was a lot going on. Lights, decorations, the constant smell of food, sweet and savoury, Christmas songs blurring with the voices of people. A busy place that was mainly visited by families with their toddlers or friend groups of various ages from school to middle aged. The small town was too small and the Christmas market too insignificant to attract any buses with old people from across the country.

“Alright.” Hange took your hand again after quickly finishing their Crêpe, keeping you close as you tried your best not to get separated in the busy lanes. You looked at some of the handiwork displays together, one did woodworking, selling nativity scenes, another sold notebooks and paper works, there was another candle merchant and several booths with jewellery. None of them fish themed. A disappointment. These booths were tucked between the more dominant food booths, most of them selling sweet food and the one giant bratwurst grill in the middle.

After some time, you bought some hot punch for Hange and you in mugs that cost an unusual big pledge on top, but they were yellow and shaped like an old boot and hideous, so money aside, you needed to keep those. With those in hand you retreated to an alley outside, away from the noise and people for a bit.

“I forgot how loud kids can be. And just people. And we didn’t even find anything cool.” With a sigh, Hange rested their head on your shoulder. “At least it’s not as boring as I thought it would be. And we have avoided the booths by people we know.”

You were glad to have taken a break as well, all the intensity suddenly breaking in on you as you leaned against Hange in return. How were they so warm even through the like ten layers of winter coat? Your thoughts were interrupted when Hange lifted their head.

“Let’s just grab some more food and eat somewhere else. I think that’s enough Christmas market for me today.”

“Sounds good to me.” You shifted slightly to have a better look at their face.

“You’re the best, love.”

With these words, Hange pressed another kiss to your lips, soft, gentle, lasting a little longer than the last. The kiss tasted like punch, really sweet and somehow like Christmas. Whether or not it was celebrated, just more quiet hours spend together with the people you loved most.

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A/N: I'm super late, but Happy Holidays to everyone, hope these days are as good as it gets. If you made it till here, have some fun facts: "Schmalzkuchen" is a very tasty kind of fried dough but an ugly word in German, then I found out it's "lard cake" in English and just no. Pholidae are very cute and also called "gunnels" in English, in German they are called "Butterfisch" (yes, butter fish), which is also very cute. They have two subfamilies, four genera with a total of 15 species according to Wikipedia. So that's a lot of cute fish.

#hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #hanji x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #aot fluff #hange fluff #hanji zoe x reader #fran-fiction writing #requests

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