Hello, Stranger (Hange Zoë x f!reader)

Oneshot? New fanfic idea?

Ok so this is pretty much entirely self indulgent, but AoT vampire AU - the scouts are vampire hunters, the reader is a vampire that keeps slipping out of their fingers. Hange x reader, enemies to lovers, all that good angst. Would you guys be interested? Here's a taster, and lemme know!

You had been watching them for nigh on two hours now. They were alone, ordering drink after drink and nursing them till the ice melted. There were at least five glasses by them now. Soon enough, you would be able to move in.

You held your chin on your palm. You wouldn’t deny it, they were one of the best looking customers you’d seen. Hair tied up, two bangs covering their face as they downed another lukewarm brandy. They were perfect. You ran your tongue over your lips. You could taste them already, warm, pulsing, breathing hotly in your ear as you held them steady. A low chuckle rumbled from your chest. You were going to enjoy this.

The bar was your regular prowl, ‘The Smiling Titan’. Located close to the city centre, there was a constant influx of patrons, new and returning. Regardless, you never garnered much attention. It had taken a few years, but it was easier to blend into the background than many people would assume. You would stay in your corner and size people up looking for your next meal. Some days you’d go without feeding completely, unable to stomach the idea of wrapping your lips around any of the necks you saw. To you, half the enjoyment came from the game of cat and mouse. Luring someone in, surrendering to you completely, the thrill was enough to drive you mad.

You sidled up to the bar, taking the stool next to them.

“At your limit already there, hm?”

Their head lolled towards you, eyes half lidded and pupils dilated. Hazel, you mused. Pretty. They were hidden behind glasses, glinting in the atmospheric lighting, blinking at you slowly.

“Who’re, do I know you?”

You chuckled, leaning closer.

“No, but if you want to, I won’t complain.”

They slid you a half empty glass. They did want company then. This’d be easier than you thought. You downed the glass, savouring the dull fruity aftertaste.

“Thank you kind stranger. Y/N L/N, forever in your debt. Can I ask your name?”

“Hange Zoë, at your,” they paused, as if unable to remember the rest. You smirked, they really were thrashed. You shouldn’t be surprised, they reeked of alcohol and loneliness. You almost pitied them.

“Drowning your sorrows or someone?”

“That, aaaaaaasshooooole,” Hange waved their glass at you, some of the liquid sloshing over the lip onto their fingers, “at work. Says I don’t know what I’m talking about. I do! I know what I’m saying.”

Quite frankly, it was adorable watching this stranger get so worked up whilst visibly trying to keep level on the stool. You were quite confident if you so much as blew on them, they’d topple to the floor.

“Sounds like a right piece of work,” you hummed in agreement, tracing the rim of your glass. They nodded, raising their hand and slowly licking the alcohol from their fingers. They made a point to meet your eyes as they rasped their tongue over their digits. You suppressed a shiver. Hange was bold, but messing with things they shouldn’t.

“Want to head out for a bit of air? The brandy’s getting to me,” your smile held a mischievous twist, and sure enough, it was mirrored in your companion’s features several heartbeats later.

“Sure, it’s too hot in here.”

They were wearing a suit that hugged their figure just perfectly, top two buttons undone and tie hanging limply around their throat. You offered your hand, and they took it in their own, flinching slightly at the cold of your skin. Their hesitation was only momentary, as they threw bills om the counter and allowed you to lead them outside. You would take them down the back alley. It was relatively hidden, and to any onlookers, you would just look like two inebriated individuals getting frisky.

“Aren’t the stars pretty?” Hange giggled up at the sky as you pulled them further into the shadows. “I like the stars. They’re everywhere, and they only come out at night. They must like night time.”

They weren’t the only ones. You had Hange against the brick now, savouring their somewhat shocked expression.

“What, Y/N, are you –“

You put a finger to their lips.

“You want me to stop, you tell me, but I think we both know what you want, hm?”

Hange swallowed thickly, sizing up the situation in their head. Let the stranger have their way with them, or stumble drunkenly back into the bar. You had your answer when their tongue darted out to tentatively lick at your unmoved finger. Even vampires had standards.

You took their own lips in yours, pushing and pulling against them as Hange tried to keep up, the alcohol dulling their system. You trailed kisses from their jaw to their throat, and then to their neck. Their pulse jumped between your teeth as you toyed with the tender flush, Hange’s fingers digging into your shoulders.

“Just like that, gorgeous,” you purred against their flesh. Your fangs had lengthened. One quick nibble wouldn’t hurt them for long.

Hange tasted better than you had hoped. Wild, unconstrained vigour flooded your tongue. It would be easy to drink them dry. A familiar pressure on your back, however, ensured you didn’t get that far.

You chuckled, pulling back. Smart. Very smart.

“Let them go, monster, or I fill you with enough holes to give someone trypophobia.”

Hange had straightened beneath you as you stood back. Their blood tasted clean. They’d never been intoxicated. This was a set up.

“Alright, alright there, I’m listening.”

How many? Four newcomers, five if you counted Hange, clutching their bleeding neck.

“And here I thought you liked me, gorgeous,” you purred between tight teeth.

“Dream on, monster. We’ve got you exactly where we want you now, you’re mine.”

“Mhm, mhm,” you glanced over your shoulder, “I don’t think so.”

The one behind you was inexperienced, you could hear it in his rattling pulse. It was all too easy to disarm him, throw the crossbow and scramble up the wall. These hunters were impressive, but ultimately human.

“What was that you were saying, Hange?”

Their face had contorted from wonder to annoyance.

“I will get you Y/N, mark my words.”

“Not if I get you first, love.”