MAY

⌒ 𓈒 HANGE ZOE AS A

PARTNER ꒱ 𝅄 ୭ৎ ࣪

to a girl who feels like sunshine in human form would be such a beautiful contradiction. Hange is chaotic, loud, obsessive, sleep-deprived half the time, covered in ink stains or Titan blood, while you’d be the person who gently fixes their eyepatch strap and reminds them to drink water. Somehow, it works perfectly.

Warnings: Brief mentions of smut. Hange uses the pronouns they/them. WLW relationship, bottom fem reader × top hange. Art credit: @_akakyle

— Hange would absolutely adore how soft you are. Not in a weak way, more like… you make the world feel survivable. After years of violence and loss, they’d look at you like you’re proof humanity still deserves saving. Sometimes Hange would pause mid-rant about Titan anatomy just because you smiled at them, and suddenly they forget what they were saying entirely.

— They’d tease you constantly for being “too sweet.” If you brought them tea or patched up a scrape on their hand, Hange would dramatically gasp and clutch their chest like: “Careful, sweetheart. If you keep acting like this, I might actually retire and become domestic.”

— Hange is the type to fall asleep at their desk from exhaustion, and you’d quietly drape a blanket over their shoulders. They’d wake up hours later with blurry vision, realizing you also left little notes in the margins of their research like: “Please sleep tonight.” “You’re important too.” “Eat something besides coffee.” They keep every single note.

— Hange would love physical affection in random bursts. They’re not always calm or graceful about it either. One second they’re explaining some horrifying scientific concept, next thing you know they’re hanging off your shoulders from behind, burying their face into your neck because they decided they missed you mid-sentence.

— And because you’re so gentle, Hange becomes softer around you without realizing it. The rest of the Scouts would notice immediately. Levi would probably look mildly disturbed the first time Hange willingly stops working because you asked them to rest.

— You’d also be one of the only people who can calm their spiraling thoughts. Hange carries the weight of leadership heavily, even if they hide it under humor and energy. On nights where they can’t stop thinking about everyone they lost, you’d sit beside them in silence while they talk quietly into the dark. Hange isn’t used to being cared for emotionally, so the first time you hold their face and tell them they don’t have to carry everything alone, they genuinely don’t know what to say.

— Hange would absolutely worship the little things about you. The way you laugh softly instead of loudly. The way your hands feel warm when you hold theirs. The way you always try to see good in people even after everything. They’d look at you sometimes with this unreadable expression, like they’re trying to understand how someone so kind survived such a cruel world.

— And despite all their eccentricity, Hange would be fiercely protective of your gentleness. Not possessive, but protective in the sense that they never want the world to harden you. If someone made you cry, Hange’s entire demeanor would shift instantly. Calm. Sharp. Dangerous.

— At the same time, they’d encourage you to stand strong too. Hange would never infantilize you for being soft. They’d admire your kindness as a form of strength, because in their eyes, remaining good in a horrible world is one of the bravest things a person can do.

— Hange would fall first, but they’d fall so hard it would alter the orbit of their entire life.

— Hange would be the kind of partner who acts teasing and chaotic on the surface, but the second the two of you are alone, all that attention locks onto you completely.

— They’d be obsessed with the contrast between you and them. You being all soft smiles, warm hands, sweet voice, pretty dresses or oversized sweaters, meanwhile Hange looks like they haven’t slept in three days and just came from dissecting something questionable. They’d joke constantly about how someone so “heavenly” ended up with them. “Sweetheart, you do realize I’m probably the worst person in these walls to fall in love with, right?” But they love that you’re soft. Love it. Especially because it makes them want to unravel you a little.

— Hange would flirt in a very intense, unfair way. They’d lean way too close while talking, smiling when they notice you getting flustered. They’d absolutely love watching your face heat up when they whisper things directly into your ear just to see you lose focus.

— Hange is incredibly observant. They memorize every reaction you have without even trying. The little gasp you make when they kiss below your jaw. The way your fingers clutch their sleeve when they pin you against a wall playfully. The specific look you get when you’re trying to act innocent while wanting attention. They notice all of it.

— Hange would also have a huge thing for hearing sweet girls say bold things. You being shy and angelic most of the time only makes it worse for them when you suddenly say something teasing back. It genuinely short-circuits their brain for a second.

— They’d absolutely adore physical affection. Kissing you everywhere just because they can. Your hands, shoulders, cheeks, forehead. Hange feels touch-starved in a way they rarely admit, so when you willingly cling to them, they melt immediately.

— They’d be so smug about making you flustered. If you try hiding your face in their shoulder, they’d laugh softly and tilt your chin back up just to look at you. “You’re adorable when you get shy, you know that?”

— Hange would also be surprisingly patient. They’d never rush you into anything. There’s something almost reverent in the way they’d treat you when things get more intimate, like they can’t believe someone so gentle trusts them enough to be vulnerable.

— At the same time, they’d absolutely enjoy corrupting your sweet image a little. Not in a cruel way, more like loving the contrast between the angel everyone sees and the side of you only they get to witness. The quiet little sounds you make when they kiss you slowly over your panties. The way you become clingier when you want attention. How easily you melt when they praise you.

— Praise would definitely be a huge thing with Hange. They’d love telling you how pretty you are while watching you completely fall apart from it.

— Afterward? Hange becomes unusually soft. Tangled together under blankets while they absentmindedly trace shapes onto your skin and ramble quietly about whatever’s on their mind. They’d kiss your knuckles sleepily and mumble things like: “You’re dangerously easy to love, you know that?”

— Hange would absolutely have a weakness for seeing you dressed in soft, delicate things while looking at them with complete trust. It does something dangerous to their brain. Especially because Hange themselves is so messy and intense, they’d stare at you sometimes like you’re a painting they accidentally got bloodstains near.

— They’d love getting you flustered in public without anyone else noticing. A hand resting on your waist just a little too low. Leaning down to murmur something teasing while everyone else is talking. Brushing their lips against your ear and pretending innocence when you almost choke on your drink afterward.

— Hange is a menace when they realize how sensitive you are to praise. The first time they call you “good girl” absentmindedly and see the way your entire expression changes? They never recover from it. Suddenly they’re using praise constantly just to watch you melt. “There you go, sweetheart.” “That’s my girl.” “You look so pretty when you’re needy.” They’d say it in that low, amused voice while fucking you in the most delicious way you've ever seen.

— Hange would also adore when your sweetness cracks a little around them. Not because they want you mean, they just love knowing they’re the only person who gets to see you become clingy, breathless, impatient, or a little desperate for attention.

— You trying to stay composed while Hange keeps kissing your neck slowly just to ruin your focus? Absolutely their favorite game.

— They’re also incredibly tactile after stressful days. Hange spends so much time carrying responsibility and suppressing exhaustion that physical closeness with you becomes grounding. Some nights they’d practically collapse into your lap, arms wrapped around your waist while they bury their face against you and mutter: “Missed you all day.”

— Hange can switch moods terrifyingly fast. One second they’re joking and teasing you with that smug grin, the next they’re looking at you with this heavy, intense expression that makes your stomach flip. Like the entire room suddenly narrowed down to just you. That intensity would probably make their kisses feel overwhelming sometimes. Slow at first, almost playful, until they get addicted to the little sounds you make and suddenly they’re holding your jaw gently but firmly, kissing you like they’ve been deprived of affection for years.

— Hange would love when you initiate affection too. You climbing into their lap while they work? Wrapping your arms around them from behind? Playing with their hair absentmindedly while they ramble? They completely lose their train of thought every single time. “You can’t do this to me while I’m trying to focus.” Meanwhile they are absolutely not trying to focus anymore.

— Hange would be deeply attentive to your comfort. They’d constantly check your reactions without making it obvious, adjusting immediately if something feels overwhelming. There’s a lot of care hidden underneath the flirting.

— Aftercare with Hange would be unbelievably soft too. They’d turn almost sleepy and affectionate afterward, holding you against their chest while tracing lazy circles into your skin. Probably talking quietly about random things because hearing your sleepy little responses makes them smile. They’d also 100% kiss the corners of your mouth while grinning like an idiot and say things like: “You know you’ve completely ruined me, right?”

what will go through my mind while I'm marrying another woman:

EREN VS MARLEY

In Attack on Titan, one of the most unsettling, yet fascinating, aspects is realizing how the viewer ultimately understands Eren Yeager's motivations, even when they cross any moral boundary. The work builds this in an almost cruel way: for years, the Eldians lived surrounded by walls, terrified by Titans and believing themselves to be the last humans alive. When the truth about Marley emerges, everything takes on an even greater political and historical weight. The Eldians were not only hated; they were treated as an inferior race, confined to specific zones, used as weapons of war, and constantly reminded that they "deserved" to suffer for the sins of their ancestors. It's impossible not to see parallels with real-life persecutions throughout history, especially with the ghettos and concentration camps imposed on Jews during World War II.

The way Marley treated the Eldians transforms the conflict into something far more complex than "good versus evil." The armbands, segregation, state propaganda, and collective fear create a society based on racial hatred. The work shows children growing up believing they were born wrong. Eren witnesses this and realizes that, to the rest of the world, the inhabitants of Paradis Island would never be seen as normal humans. They existed only as potential monsters. In this sense, his revolt ceases to seem simply like revenge and begins to seem like despair.

The reason so many people emotionally connect with Eren is because the series makes the audience feel the same powerlessness he feels. After losing his mother, his friends, his childhood, and even his own freedom, he understands that there is no true dialogue between Marley and Paradis. The hatred had been ingrained for generations. For him, the entire world desired the extinction of the Eldians; so destroying that world seemed the only way to protect those he loved. The narrative is constructed so that the viewer thinks: "If I had lived through everything he lived through, maybe I would have reached that point too."

But what's most interesting about Attack on Titan is precisely the fact that the work never treats this as something heroic. Even understanding Eren, the anime shows the absolute horror of his choices. Marley is presented as a cruel and oppressive system, but there are also innocent people living there: children, families, ordinary people manipulated by propaganda. The series questions to what extent suffering justifies repeating violence. The Eldians were victims of an inhumane system, but Eren's response ends up creating another equally monstrous tragedy.

In the end, perhaps the brilliance of aot lies in this: it doesn't force the audience to support Eren, but it makes it impossible to ignore why he became who he became. The anime transforms anger, trauma, and historical persecution into something profoundly human, showing how cycles of hatred can destroy both the oppressed and the oppressors.