Attack On Titan Final Collection

(A) Night Changes: Hange x GN Reader

Warnings: Ch.132 Spoilers, angst

Prompt: (Y/N) dreams about getting a cottage with Hange. 

"We're only gettin' older, baby and I've been thinkin' about it lately...Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?"

A light breeze entered through the open window, ruffling the curtains in the kitchen. You glanced up briefly, your fists currently kneading the lump of dough on the counter. A light layer of flour dusted your shirt, along with the kitchen floor. It shouldn't have been this hard to make bread. For years, you had managed to slay huge cannibalistic beasts, surely making bread was a piece of cake, right? Wrong. Your knuckles were aching, and the dough was crumbling. The tiny kitchen to your shared cottage was a mess—bowls were scattered on the table, and the pesky flour covered everything.

The faint melody of birds chirping echoed through the kitchen and you sighed, staring down at the mess you had created. Perhaps you should have gotten a loaf from the bakery instead...and maybe some muffins too. At least then, Hange would have had a proper breakfast.

You wiped your hands on your apron and shoved the misshapen dough into a random bowl. Almost tripping over your pet Sawney—who loved to circle your legs at the most inconvenient times—you headed over to the pantry to grab something else. Maybe Hange would enjoy some stale crackers for breakfast.

"Good morning," the sound of Hange's deep morning voice caused you to turn around, smiling as your partner entered the kitchen. They padded right over to where you stood, wrapping their arms around your waist and snuggling their face into the crook of your neck.

Hange was still warm from sleeping, their brown hair a tangled mess. You laughed lightly, running your hand through their locks of hair. "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well last night or is the hay bed still causing back problems?"

Hange's grip tightened on your waist. "Why did you leave bed so early this morning? I was so cold."

"Ah, sorry. I was trying to make you some breakfast," you gestured vaguely towards the kitchen. "But that was a failure. We have some eggs, if you'd like to eat an omelet."

Hange pulled away, staring at you with wide eyes. "(Y/N), as much as I love your cooking, you don't have to make breakfast for me every day! I can cook too, you know!"

"I know," you stared lovingly at Hange, reaching out to cup their cheek. "But I like making you breakfast. All of these mundane tasks...they're all stuff that I never thought I'd be able to do. Besides...last time you cooked, you started a fire."

Hange's expression softened and they leaned over to press a kiss on your forehead. "Well, if it makes you happy..."

"This was always our dream, wasn't it?" You whispered softly. "We'd been soldiers for so long, we forgot what it was like to truly live. It was always about dedicating our heart and sacrificing our lives. I never thought I'd get to live in a small cottage, with the love of my life, kneading bread in the early hours of the morning."

"This is what we fought for," Hange smiled tenderly. They cupped your face in their hands, their thumbs softly rubbing your cheeks. "This is why I never gave up. This is the reason that kept me going every single morning. Right now, I am holding my entire world in my hands."

Hange's sweet comment caused you to melt. "If I had to go through that hell again just to make it here with you, I'd go through it a million times."

Hange pulled you in for a hug, their hand cradling the back of your head. "I would do the same, dear."

You held Hange for a few moments, basking in the pure bliss that you felt. The birds were chirping, the light breeze causing the curtains to sway, the warmth radiating from Hange's body...it was all perfect.