Detective Levi x Reader - Vintage fic

Chapter Twenty - Fever

I help Y/N sneak out of my room and follow her a few seconds after. I'm not really afraid that someone would gossip about her leaving my private room, because I'm secure about my abilities in convincing someone to shut their mouths. Not that I actually need to threaten anyone. Usually my glare naturally makes people not want to mess with me.

We meet at the end of the stairs, close to the reception hall. She holds my arm and we walk towards the entrance, as if we were leaving the hotel's restaurant, innocently.

"Oi, you two!"

We had to undo all of our steps to meet Hange, who was coming down from her room ready for a dinner date as I can tell by the yellow blouse she only uses on special days because it makes her look "more like a sunshine than she already naturally is", in her own words.

"Oh, look if it isn't the lovey birds! I guess your tantrum wasn't necessary at all, right, Levi?"

"Shut it, Hange".

"Sweetheart, don't talk to Hange like that! Tell her the good news".

So that's it. Y/N going to be calling me sweet pet names publicly. I don't have a problem with it, except that it's harder for me to keep my serene expression when she does that unannounced.

I see Historia leaving the counter to meet us: "I want to hear it too!"

I barely know the blondie, but am not going to ruin the moment pointing that out.

"What good news?" Hange asks.

Before I can say myself, Y/N rushes in to tell herself: "Levi proposed. We're getting married!"

Hange opens her giant mouth and I know she'll scream like hell, but before she can, we hear a male voice screaming from across the reception hall:

"You are what?!"

We all turn towards the entrance, finding that fucking brat Eren and Mikasa standing right there. Guess we'll have another tantrum being thrown soon. I face Y/N, expecting a worse reaction from her, but she's firm at her feet, ready to fight.

"Eren!" Mikasa runs in front of Eren, trying to hold him back from clashing with us.

"I'm getting married, Eren, as I'm sure you heard pretty clearly" Y/N says, bravely. I can't help but let a tiny grin escape from seeing her stepping up for us like that.

"Really, Y/N? Well, that explains a lot" Eren says, pulling Mikasa with him to walk towards us. "You're selling yourself for this? For a freaking runt? He must be rich or something".

God knows I'm not that patient of a man. The thought of taking Eren down with a single punch crosses my mind, quite fast, but before I can even act, another fist flies towards his cheek, striking his nose in the way.

"Oh my God!" Historia and Hange exclaims.

Y/N stands proudly with her closed fist hanging down, though I can see through the redness her knuckles are getting that it must have hurt like hell. She doesn't let it show, apart from a crease in her forehead that I might be the only one noticing.

Eren holds his face, eyes in shock. His expression shows he's more hurt than mad at her: "Y/N...!"

"Don't you dare go talking shit about my fianceé or me. Get your shit together, Eren!"

"Oi, Y/N, watch your mouth" I say, knowing mine is way filthier than this.

The way she punched him and defended me before I could do anything about it was...So hot. And hearing her curse was the cherry on top. I feel my face heating like I have a fever. A fever exclusively for her. Gotta. Marry. Her.