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zraiusxo · 23 days 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! 🫶🏻

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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.

—

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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zraiusxo · 17 days ago

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♡ hi! i'm so sorry this took so long, i've just been super busy with this week's finals i completely forgot! but, thanks for waiting so patiently, I'll be tending to the other requests soon. ^^

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A Game of Composure ,, Older Hange Zoë x Younger Fem!reader (3)

The invitation arrived in an elegant envelope, the kind embossed with gold lettering and weighty enough to suggest importance.

Y/N L/N had expected it. Erwin Smith was nothing if not persistent in his networking endeavors, and his belief in her potential as a future lawyer meant he was always seeking ways to broaden her circle of influence.

This time, it was a formal business banquet—an opportunity to forge connections with the city’s most powerful legal and corporate figures.

This was Y/N's opportunity to meet powerful people. This was her chance to brand herself as a law student with an undeniably bright future ahead of her in high society. She couldn't afford to waste this.

—

The banquet hall was a vision of opulence—high ceilings adorned with chandeliers, crisp white tablecloths, and the quiet hum of classical music beneath the murmur of sophisticated conversation.

Waiters weaved through the guests, silver trays balancing glasses of champagne and finely arranged hors d’oeuvres.

Y/N made her entrance purposefully, pairs of curious eyes flickering onto her figure upon getting a whiff of her intoxicating perfume, turning heads as she stepped forward.

She was dressed in an elegantly fitted black dress, sleek in its simplicity yet commanding in its effect. The fabric sculpted her figure with refined precision, the halter neckline lending an air of sophistication while the open-back design added an edge of quiet seduction.

Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she moved through the crowd, posture effortless, her gaze sharp.

And, as expected, she drew attention.

Men—businessmen, corporate lawyers, high-ranking executives—took notice almost immediately. Some subtle, others obvious. It was something she was used to. Power attracted power, after all, and she had long since learned how to navigate it.

She accepted a glass of wine from a passing waiter, offering a polite nod to Erwin, who had already begun introducing her to influential figures. He smirked knowingly, pleased at the effect she had on the room.

What she didn’t expect, however, was the pair of menacing dark brown eyes watching her from across the banquet.

—

Hange Zoë had no business being irritated. They were aware of this.

It had been a month—thirty-two days, to be exact—since they last spoke. And in that time, they had found themselves thinking about Y/N more than they cared to admit. About her charming wit, her confidence, the way she wielded intelligence like a finely honed blade.

And now, here she was. Stunning, composed, effortlessly in command of every man’s attention in the room.

Hange swirled their drink absent-mindedly, watching from the shadows of polite conversation as yet another businessman leaned in toward Y/N, clearly enraptured.

They had never seen her in this particular setting before—among those who sought to impress rather than challenge her. It was… frustrating.

She was entertaining them, but not engaged.

Hange could see it in the way her lips curled at the corners, polite but impersonal.

In the way she nodded, listening but unimpressed.

It was the same mask she wore at intellectual gatherings, the same calculated presence she used to disarm people.

It was infuriating that these men thought they were captivating her.

And perhaps, most infuriating of all, was the possibility that one of them actually might.

—

“Doll face.”

Y/N turned at the familiar voice, her expression shifting only slightly before she took a sip of her wine. “Dr. Zoë,” she greeted smoothly. “I wasn’t aware you’d be attending.”

Hange tilted their head, expression unreadable. “Neither were you, it seems.”

She didn’t respond immediately, instead letting her gaze flicker over them. Hange had dressed formally—atypical, but undeniably striking.

Their suit was sharp, tailored, but still slightly disheveled in the way only they could pull off. A loosened tie, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the veins along their forearms. The glasses they wore only added to the effect.

Y/N raised a brow. “You clean up well.”

“Funny,” Hange said, voice low, “I was about to say the same about you.”

She hummed. “What stopped you?”

Hange took a sip of their drink, gaze lingering. “Too many people have already told you tonight. Didn’t want to add to the noise.”

Y/N hummed. “And yet, here you are. Contributing.”

Hange exhaled a quiet laugh. “Touché.”

—

The businessmen who had been speaking to Y/N lingered nearby, clearly hesitant to leave. Hange noted them with mild disdain before turning back to her.

“I didn’t realize businessmen were your type.”

Y/N’s red-stained lips twitched, the corners of her lips lifting. “I wasn’t aware I had a type.”

Hange leaned in slightly, just enough to invade her space. “You certainly have their attention.”

“Do I?” she murmured, looking up at them despite wearing heels. “And here I thought you weren’t one to notice these things.”

Hange’s gaze darkened, unnoticeable behind their thick rimmed glasses, but it was impossible to miss the way their voice dropped an octave. “I notice a lot of things.”

The air between them thickened, charged. Y/N tilted her head, watching them closely with piercing eyes. “You sound… irritated.”

Hange exhaled sharply, stepping even closer. Their voice was lower now, rougher. “It’s fascinating.”

“What is?”

“The way you command attention. The way you pretend you don’t enjoy it.”

Y/N held their gaze. “And what makes you think I’m pretending?”

Hange’s fingers brushed her wrist lightly—a fleeting touch, deliberate. “Because you’re not interested in them.”

She let the silence stretch, parting her lips a second too long before finally speaking. “And who,” she murmured, “do you think I am interested in?”

Hange smirked, slow and knowing. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”

Before she could respond, the businessman from earlier returned, clearing his throat. “Miss L/N, I was wondering if you’d like to—”

“I’m afraid she’s occupied,” Hange interrupted smoothly, not even glancing at him.

Y/N arched a brow but said nothing as the man hesitated, watching the blonde-haired man begrudgingly excused himself.

Hange turned back to her, satisfaction evident in their brown eyes. “Much better.”

Y/N exhaled a quiet laugh. “Was that necessary?”

“Absolutely.”

She studied them with narrowed eyes, watching their gaze drift down her form before quickly flickering back up to her eyes. “Are you jealous, Dr. Zoë?”

Hange didn’t blink. “Very.”

Y/N chuckled—slow and knowing.

“Well then,” she murmured, finishing her wine without breaking eye contact, “I suppose I’ll allow it.”

Hange chuckled, shaking their head in an attempt to hide the red that crept up their cheeks. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” she echoed their words from earlier.

Hange sighed, a rueful grin pulling at their lips. “God help me.”

And then, for the first time that evening, Y/N allowed herself a genuine smile.

Because, despite everything, she had missed them too.

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♡ oh forgot to say but i'll try to continue this as soon as i have time to spare. :'>

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