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zraiusxo · 2 months ago

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Hange x fem!reader, age gap (both adults ofc) readers the younger one with an ego.. you decide the rest though! 🫶🏻

♡ hi there anon! thanks for letting me decide the rest, but if ever you want me to continue this, just send me another request and i'll get to it as soon as possible! thanks so much and i hope you'll enjoy reading! :3

A Game of Composure ,, Older Hange Zoë x Younger Fem!reader

Y/N had always been confident.

She carried herself with quiet poise, always refined, always measured. Her words were carefully chosen, her expressions calculated—never giving away too much, never allowing anyone to get too close. It was a skill she had perfected, both in law school and in life.

She knew her worth.

She knew how to command respect without demanding it.

And above all, she knew how to remain unshaken.

Most people were intimidated, not because of her striking appearance and sharp piercing eyes— in fact, Y/N was beautiful. Though that wasn't what she was known for.

It was because she was steadfast.

But that was before she met Hange Zoë.

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The restaurant was understated but refined—an establishment chosen by Erwin, naturally. The atmosphere was quiet, intimate, the lighting dim without being pretentious. It was the sort of place where business was discussed over expensive wine, where words carried weight and silences spoke volumes.

Y/N arrived precisely on time, neither early nor late, and was unsurprised to find Levi already seated with Erwin. However, the third figure at the table was unfamiliar.

They sat with a casual ease, an arm draped over the back of their chair, eyes flickering over the menu without any real focus.

They were older.

That was the first thing Y/N noticed—not in a bad way, just in a different way. Their face was marked by experience, by years of knowledge that Y/N could feel even from across the room. Their hair was tied back lazily, glasses slightly askew, a button-up shirt rolled up at the elbows. They looked comfortable in a way that told her they didn’t need to impress anyone.

There was something effortlessly self-assured about them.

Erwin glanced up as the woman approached, offering a polite smile to her. “Y/N, I’m glad you could make it.”

Levi gave a nod of acknowledgment, but it was the stranger’s curious brown eyes that lingered on her the longest—sharp, assessing.

“This is Hange Zoë,” Erwin continued, gesturing to them. “Chief scientist in our department, and a key contributor to our recent research.”

Hange set the menu down, a slow smile tugging at their lips as they turned their full attention to her. “Ah, so you’re the law student I’ve heard about.”

Y/N arched a brow, smoothing a hand over the skirt of her dress before taking her seat. “I assume you’ve heard only good things.”

Levi scoffed under his breath, but Hange only tilted their head, as if amused. “Oh, certainly. Erwin speaks highly of you.”

“And Levi?” she asked, sharp eyes glancing at the man in question.

Levi exhaled sharply. “Tch. Egoistic.”

Y/N smiled softly—calm, composed. “I prefer confident.”

Hange chuckled heartily, their gaze lingering a little too long on Y/N's gorgeous features. “Semantics.”

The woman met their gaze evenly. “Semantics shape arguments. And arguments shape reality.”

Hange’s brown eyes gleamed with interest, but they said nothing—only humming, as if committing her words to memory.

Something about that made Y/N’s pulse quicken.

Dinner progressed smoothly, discussions shifting between legal matters, research advancements, and mutual acquaintances. Y/N engaged when appropriate, but she was keenly aware of Hange’s gaze lingering on her—watchful, curious.

Eventually, the conversation turned to her studies.

“Law,” Hange mused, licking their lips. “An interesting choice.”

Y/N glanced at them with a raised brow, wiping the corners of her lips with a table napkin. “Do you find it surprising?”

Hange shook their head. “No, no. Just... telling.”

She lifted her wine glass, taking a measured sip. “Is that so?”

Hange smiled slightly. “You strike me as a woman who enjoys control.”

Y/N set her glass down with deliberate precision. “My, is that meant to be criticism?”

Hange’s lips twitched, leaning a little too close. “Merely an observation.”

Levi, who had been half-listening, exhaled tiredly. “Don’t bother, four-eyes. She won’t let you get under her skin.”

Hange hummed. “We’ll see.”

Y/N turned to them fully now, folding her hands neatly on the table. “You seem awfully interested in my temperament, Dr. Zoë.”

“Hange,” they corrected smoothly.

She inclined her head slightly. “Hange.”

They smiled. “I just find it fascinating.”

“What?”

Hange leaned forward slightly. “Your composure.”

Y/N did not react, did not shift. “You expected something else?”

Hange exhaled in amusement. “Most people your age wear their emotions on their sleeve. You, on the other hand…” They tilted their head, watching the woman closely. “You hold yourself with remarkable restraint.”

There was something about the way they said it—something teasing, but not dismissive. As though they genuinely liked that about her.

Y/N studied them for a moment before offering a polite smile, Hange's gaze flicked down to her red-tinted lips before locking eyes with her once more. “Restraint is useful. Particularly in my field.”

Hange smirked. “Is that why you chose law?”

She considered the question, then answered, “I enjoy structure.”

“Control,” Hange retorted, as though tasting the word.

She met their gaze without hesitation, not a stutter in her smooth voice. “Discipline.”

A brief flicker of something unreadable passed through their brown eyes before they leaned back, sitting in a man-spread before exhaling softly, their voice dipping lower. “Yeah?”

Y/N arched a brow. “You don’t strike me as someone who values discipline.”

Hange grinned. “Oh, I do. I just find it more fun to test it.”

Something about the way they said it—low, knowing—made the air between them shift. Levi and Erwin could feel it.

Y/N did not rise to the bait. Instead, she pried. “I imagine you get yourself into trouble often.”

Hange chuckled. “Constantly.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Too often.”

Erwin merely observed, his lips twitching in amusement as the conversation shifted to another topic at hand.

As the evening drew to a close, Levi and Erwin took their leave first, leaving Y/N and Hange standing outside beneath the dim glow of streetlights.

The night air carried the scent of rain on the horizon, the distant hum of the city filling the silence between them. The restaurant’s golden light spilled onto the pavement, catching the sharp angles of Hange’s sculpted face, their tan skin and the glint of their glasses as they regarded her with that ever-present intrigue.

Hange stood with their hands in their coat pockets, their stance deceptively relaxed, but their eyes—sharp, perceptive—told another story. They had been watching her all night, prodding, teasing, testing.

And Y/N had met every advance with unwavering poise and elegance.

“You’re interesting, Y/N,” Hange murmured, breaking the quiet.

Y/N turned to them, her expression composed, though there was a flicker of something in her gaze—something that suggested she had been expecting that remark. “Oh?”

Hange’s lips curved slightly. “Elegant. Reserved. Precise.”

Y/N met their gaze without hesitation. “And you find that fascinating?”

“Very.”

She let a beat of silence pass before tilting her head ever so slightly. “Because it unsettles you?”

Hange blinked. Their smirk didn’t falter, but there was a pause—one that had not been there before.

Y/N pressed forward, tone measured. “You enjoy provoking people. Watching how they react, how they unravel. It gives you leverage, control. But when someone doesn’t react—when they don’t bend the way you expect—what does that leave you with?”

Hange let out a soft chuckle, shaking their head. “Oh, that’s good,” they murmured, voice laced with amusement. “That’s very good.”

Y/N wasn’t finished. “You assume composure is something to be tested. That it’s a shell, something that must crack eventually.” She took a single step forward with a click of her high heel, gaze steady as she faced Hange, looking up at their taller stature. “But what if it’s not a shell? What if it’s the foundation?”

Hange remained silent, looking down at the woman with something deeper than amusement now—something thoughtful.

Y/N allowed the corner of her lips to lift, but it wasn’t playful. It was knowing. “You look at people and see minds to dissect, weaknesses to expose. But tell me, Hange—” her voice dipped slightly, the way a blade dips before the final cut—“what happens when you’re the one under the microscope?”

Another pause.

A real one.

For the first time that night, Hange didn’t have an immediate response.

Not because they had lost the upper hand, but because they were thinking.

They were thinking hard, no other woman made them think like that before, and it made them drawn to the younger woman standing before them who stood tall and unfaltering.

It wasn't hard for Hange to get what they wanted, whether it was money, fame or— women. With their dashing looks, well built and muscular body and charming personality, women were naturally drawn to Hange.

But it was different for Y/N. She didn't let Hange get their way, didn't let their undeniable charm get to her. Instead, she challenged them. Made them think.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Hange Zoë."

Y/N took a breath, smooth and composed. Then, with a soft, almost imperceptible smile, she turned on her heel. The clicks of her heels against the pavement were measured, effortless, as she walked away, leaving Hange standing in the cool night air.

Hange exhaled, slow and deliberate, before a wide grin broke across their face, feeling blood rush up to their cheeks.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

♡ part 2? this was low-key fun and i kind of want to see where this goes ngl. lmk how you want the next part to go if ever y'all want one! :3

♡ edit: part 2 is out! :3

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