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It was all fun and games with you since you were the wife of Lance Corporal Levi. Only new recruits and a few foolishly brave souls dared flirt with you. The brave souls did it behind the corporal's back. While the new cadets did it ignorantly in front of Levi, landing them with extra chores, laps, and stable duties. You had tried to stop them before Levi let out his wrath, but it never got through. Despite this, no one ever physically touched you more than a hand on your shoulder. More would result in instant death-by-glare from your beloved husband of four years. You never thought anyone would have the guts to anyway. All of them being too scared – drunk or not.
Currently, it was dinner and laughter and gossip floated around the room. You, of course, were sat next to your husband. Across the room, two young boys you recognized as Eren Jeager and Jean Kirschtein were arguing – and drunk. When they got into this state you didn’t know, but you could practically feel the irritation radiating off of Levi. He was crankier than usual that day for one reason or another, and you knew any small thing could set him off. On the table, one of Levi’s hands curled into a fist as he glared over at the two. Levi muttered to himself in French, and you were pretty sure he was going to kill them. You smiled lightly to yourself, before placing a hand on Levi’s fist. He grunted at you, eyes flicking to your face briefly.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” he spat, but you simply shook your head.
“Just thought you could use a smile on a bad day – say, why don’t I go over and talk to them for you? I’ll get them to behave,” you said sweetly, but this still got a grunt from Levi. Sighing, you kissed him on the cheek before standing. You felt Levi’s eyes on your back as you headed over to the table, and slammed a hand on the surface to get the drunks’ attention. “Hey guys, you enjoying your dinner?”
“Oh, heyyyo, [Name]!” cheered Jean. “We were just talking about you!”
“More like you were bashing her husband, and complimenting her,” scoffed Eren with an eye roll.
“Speaking of my husband,” you spoke sweetly. “He’s in a worse mood than usual today, so I would suggest you boys sit down and be good.” Eren gave you a stern look and sloppy salute.
“Yes ma’am, [Name], ma’am! I don’t want to piss off the midget heichou!” At ‘midget’ you shot your eyes over to Levi, oh if looks could kill Jeager would be dead
“Levi’s not that –” you started, but Jean stood and slung an arm around your shoulder. This made the room go silent, everybody turning to look at the scene. Nobody except Hanji and Levi had ever done that since you were with Levi. Everybody could see that Jean was pushing an invisible boundary. You glanced over at Levi with a nervous smile, telling him to stay put, to which his eye twitched and he shot a nasty glare at Jean that you were surprised didn’t strike him dead.
“Please, the corporal’s the size of a five year old,” he said, “I could take him. Asides! Why the hell does a sweet piece o’ ass like you want a kid like him? You’d have much more fun with me.” There were light gasps, and you caught Jean’s friends glancing over at your husband and back.
“Please, you’re completely out of line! Not to mention out of your mind, Cadet Kirschtein.” You shoved Jean away, forcing him down on the bench. “Besides, I am. Very. Happily. Married!” Jean laughed, grabbing your wrist as you turned on your heel and tried to walk away.
“Jean, stop it,” scolded one of the girls at the table. “You’re going to get yourself killed!” Jean ignored them though, all his attention focused on you.
“You can’t be happy with a guy who doesn’t know what emotion is!” Jean stood up as you tried to pull your wrist from his grip. “So c’mon, [Name], just because you’re fucking the corporal doesn’t mean we can’t mess around some.” You glared at Jean, a hand coming up to slap him hard across the face.
“Why I never – learn your place, cadet!” you spat, but before you could turn away Jean grabbed you, pulling you to him.
“You’re so hot when you’re angry,” he mused, to which you glared. And that’s when you felt it, a hand sliding down your back to rest on your bottom, giving it a light squeeze; loud gasps and whispers were passed around. You, yourself, gasped when you realized his hand placement. You tried, but failed, to push away the drunken cadet. Jean opened his mouth to say something, but stomping footsteps made their way up behind you. Within a second you were ripped away from Jean, and he was taking a beating from Levi.
“You little shit,” spat Levi, kicking him. Jean was doubled over on the ground now, trying to sputter out insults. “Stay the fuck away from my wife.” Everybody sat silent, watching as Levi delivered more hits. Finally you grabbed his arm, the only one in the room brave enough to.
“Levi, knock it off. I think the poor kid gets it now,” you urge, but Levi only scoffs, kicking Jean in the face.
“I’m the only one allowed to touch you like that, this brat crossed the line.”
“He’s drunk, leave him be – Levi Ackerman! So help me God, Levi, I will slap you too!” you growled, yanking your husband back. You caught his wrist as his blind rage almost made him smack you first. “Levi – stop it.” The brunette glared at you and you glowered back, the match distracted by Jean’s coughing and weak insults. You narrowed your eyes more at your husband, making him roll his and look at the table Jean had been sitting with.
“Arlert! See to it that Kirschtein is taken to the infirmary.” Armin scrambled up, saluting, before he and Mikasa dragged off Jean. Everything was still dead quiet in the mess hall, which caused Levi to glare around when he noticed. “Let Kirschtein’s punishment be a warning to you brats, that’s what happens when you step over the line and assault my wife. Nobody touches [Name] without her permission – or mine.” With that, Levi grabbed your hand and muttered out a let’s go.