a/n: yayy welcome to the ultimately-stuff-i-shouldn't-be-doing-cuz-studying-and-other-fanfics-and-original-fics-to-finish anthology!
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o1- craptastic coffee
shipping- rivetra
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"This is possibly the most craptastic, shitty, fucking godawful coffee I have ever drank in my entire damn life."
Petra was glad that she wasn't sipping at her own tea. If she had, she'd probably snort, choke, and spew it out of her nose all over her fancy, silk dress.
Yeah. That was best avoided.
Levi, looking very uncomfortable in his suit and tie, whispered the venomous words. Under his dark fringes obscuring his eyes and forehead, he peeked at the happy couple.
Damn, kids grow up fast.
Mikasa and Eren, clad in their white groom and bride gowns, dancing in eachothers' arms on the dance floor. Mikasa had a laurel of roses on her crown, her short bride's veil slightly longer than her hair. Admittedly, in her long, white silk and satin gown, the red scarf looked a bit odd. But no one dared to comment on that (of fear of ruining her special day as well as having a blade shoved up their nose.)
Eren, looking all suave in his white suit and red rose in his lapel, beamed at his wife. For once, he had actually combed his hair from the combination of Jean's and Armin's nagging. A soft waltz played from the stereos set up in the large reception room the hotel had provided, picked by Sasha herself. The bridesmaid apparently had good taste in music, as well as food.
Jean, Bertholdt, Reiner and Connie were getting absolutely wasted and drunk like real manly men at the back of the room, looking all suave in their tuxes. Armin, red-faced, attempted to fended off their attempts to shove vodkas down his throat. The rest of the bridesmaids hung around their respective boyfriends. An insistent Sasha complained loudly, tugging at Jean's sleeve for him to dance with her. Annie sat quietly next to Armin, looking as amused as anything as emotionally constipated could. Hanji was busy partying on the dance floor, screaming and headbanging (Petra sighed, mourning the waste it was to do Hanji's hair and stick her in an expensive dress) with a determinedly cool and calm Erwin.
Levi gagged, nearly throwing up the shit coffee he just chugged. Petra spared him a pitying glance, smoothing the skirt of her cream silk dress and patting him on the back.
"Just yesterday, it seemed like I was raising the delinquents," Levi muttered, accepting a napkin from Petra and dabbing at his mouth. He avoided looking at her directly, instead eyeing Eren and Mikasa, because frankly, he'd probably be blinded by her radiance.
Petra, granted, was already an attractive young woman. It was her combined looks, talent at her job, and gentle and kind but firm personality that had attracted the co-owner of the Freedom Legion Inc.
She usually dressed in a simple black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse, her short hair flowing free during her job. But tonight, her hair hung in soft curls accentuating her face, a headband perched on her head with a crimped flower of gold satin and pearls sewn into the petals. Her dress was simple and classy. The dress had thin spaghetti straps, a thick sash tied in a thick bow in the back, and a short, straight skirt that flowed around her knees. She didn't put on any makeup, but Levi decided she'd look good in anything.
She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her long, spidery fingers brushed his shoulders. "Aw, you've just never been a fan of sappy romance."
"Damn right, woman," he whispered, lips at her ear, "I'm into the hot kind of romance. Oh, and the women who make some good coffee after a long night"
Petra immediately choked, spewing out her own tea.
He smirked.
Served her right.