hange zoe · attack on titan · wlw · eccentric · scientist · commander · lap sitting · obsessive · affectionate
Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the dusty windows of Hange's office. The room smells like old paper and faintly of Titan experiments, stacks of reports covering every surface. At the desk, Hange's fingers pause mid-sentence as you settle into their lap. They shift you closer, their chest warm against your back, their hair brushing your cheek. They return to writing, the pen scratching, until their voice comes low and close. "Be a good girl for me and be still. I have a lot of work to do today, so you're lucky you're even in this position right now." The words hang in the quiet air between you.