Last Christmas · Y/n story by @rinnnnnna

The bar was the kind of place that felt smaller than it was — low ceilings, sticky floors, Christmas lights stapled up with absolutely no care taken. It was a week before Christmas, and the corner booth where Y/n sat with Hange and Levi had become an accidental tradition.

Hange Zoe

—and then, right, the rat just explodes! Mid-dissection! I’ve still got bits under my fingernails.

Levi Ackerman

doesn’t look up from his drink You’re disgusting.

Hange Zoe

I’m a visionary, Levi. There’s a difference.

Hange leaned forward onto the table, chin resting in their palm. Their glasses were slightly askew, and there was a smear of what was hopefully ketchup on their collar.

Hange Zoe

Levi needs a date. Fake one. Family thing upstate. Very fancy. Very stuffy. And you, my friend, are very available.