commitment — h. zoë

Your privilege from birth remained an indelible mark and only strengthened when your father rose to rank in the military police brigade. Those itchy elegant clothes at private parties, or of wearing a proper pin-up dress when you want to cross the road without a word of judgment became a pervasive familiarity.

Maybe even freedom contorted itself to your comfort and safety for you only saw Titans in those publications. Hange thought of you as an entitled woman untouched even by the dust from Shiganshina as expected from someone who lived in the inner walls from birth. 

‘The best wingwoman ! ଘ(˵╹ᴗ╹)━☆

Venture (Overwatch) x GN reader

Authors note!; super cute request!!! Did I tell u guys I'm a mercy main…. DISGUSTING I KNOW!! But I also main Ana so it cancels out… also tbh there’s a lot of requests that I haven’t gotten to *YET* simply bc idk how to go about them :( but this one came to me rlly easily !! Ty!!! also finished this whole thing while listening to phantom of the opera on repeat for 2 hours (i need 2 write a moira fic omg...) UPDATE: HELLO??? THE MERCY MYTHIC? okok ill stfu now sry!!

Earlier today, you were dragged to a work party by your colleague and guardian angel, Angela Ziegler. You begged her to let you stay home, but she refused, saying she wouldn't be able to go without you since you were the only coworker she actually enjoyed spending time with. And so, being the amazing friend you are, of course, you agreed to go to keep her company!... Just kidding!

Angela knew you too well. Once she mentioned that the cutie from the Wayfinder Society was attending, you did a complete 180, now asking her what you should wear. She couldn't help but laugh at your reaction, amused at how predictable you were when it came to romance.

Sloane Cameron, also known as Venture, also known as the cutie from the Wayfinder Society, had quickly captured your attention ever since you first met them a couple of months ago when the Wayfinder Society was adopted by Overwatch as a sub-branch. Being the head anthropologist for Overwatch led you to spending a good amount of time with Venture and their team. Granted, it was just work and sharing data and all that, but you couldn't help but find them super intriguing. They were funny, lively, and so passionate about their work! But as badly as you wanted to get to know them, you just couldn't. Their confidence was a blessing and a curse, being the cause of why you liked them and the cause of why you were so terrified of talking to them.

Every week or so, you and Angela meet up at the cafeteria at Overwatch's headquarters to catch up while drinking your morning coffee/tea/whatever, which you of course just use as time to gush about your overwhelming crush on your new coworker. But last week... last week, you had decided enough was enough. You made a promise to Angela that by next week, you would at least ask them if they'd want to hang out outside of work. Feeling pumped and confident, you had excitedly gotten all dolled up for the party.

And now, here you were. The party was in an old Victorian mansion with lots of expensive art and chandeliers, nothing less for Overwatch, of course. The first time you had attended a work party, you were extremely underdressed, assuming it was a casual get-together, not at all expecting it to be an elegant and serious "ball" like party. You cringed at the memory before Angela snapped you out of it, handing you a glass of champagne.

a crimson kiss — h. zoë

Dark shadows loomed over the village, making the darkest shade of black among the streets. People feared the night when criminals and monsters lurked as what rumors in the streets have told tales about. But as you stood perfectly still on a deserted alleyway among the darkness, you saw this strange being walking slowly, book in hand while the other held a small lamp.

People don't walk the streets late this hour but then again, this one is different. The perfect prey, too distracted by a book to think that you're standing still right across from them. Your claws clenched against your skirt, and the taste of blood from your previous meal still lingered, only prompting your hunger to take action.

captive — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You're a Titan shifter responsible for handling the Female Titan but you were held captive by a Marleyan scientist who won't stop flirting with you. CONTENT. Suggestive content, nothing explicit, just Hange being a huge flirt, implied sex WORD COUNT. 2.3k A/N. omg anon i swear this idea is on my hange drafts already. love this idea so muchh

It could have been afternoon or midnight but the place you were detained to cannot even allow a sliver of light. You knew it had been hours ago, but your skin still tingled from being captured by hundreds of sharp harpoons, encasing your Female Titan in a tight restraint. Next thing you knew, you were back to your human form, surrounded by people in lab coats while they converse in crazed enthusiasm as though they were trained to gawk at the likes of you. They tied you up with much restraint from how you were struggling, even landing a blind fist or two on whoever touched you. You observed how haphazard and loose the ropes in your hands were. If you weren't so drained, you could have made an escape considering how busy those scientists were in sputtering words sounding nonsense from how fast they were talking. The noise only stopped at the entrance of a familiar figure, one imposing authority who ordered all of them out of that lab room.

send hange a short love note!

when: before your scout training

You always knew them as the kid who tried to scrape the walls with a shovel. You lived in another village but always saw them whenever you had to go outside to get your produce from the market. You were slightly intrigued as to why a child your age wanted to dig on the walls but your curiosity was cut short when you saw Military Police officers approaching. Their presence alone reminded you of the scary tales parents tell children like you at night to instill good behavior. You ran away from the scene, hugging the goods in your arms as you rushed back home.

But fate seemed to have played a bridging chord as you met this person again before your scout training, you didn't know their name but you couldn't mistake their glasses or the fiery, determined eyes behind them.

Hange getting horny when you're pregnant...