"This was an awful idea."

"Aw, c'mon, Logan. It's just wedding jitters-"

"Hange," you say dryly, grabbing the ends of your hair as you stare at yourself in a mirror, "this was an awful idea. Why did I think this would be fun? This is ridiculous. Let's call this off."

"Absolutely not."

You grimace, burying your face in your hands.

Wedding prep hadn't exactly been needed by either you or Levi. You mentioned to Hange that you and Levi would get married in private but you'd be open to a small celebration afterwards, and Hange had jumped on the opportunity to organize. The guest list is pathetically tiny (eleven people, including Levi and yourself) but that's exactly as you wanted it. You know that Levi prefers less people, so this was fine by him.

You'd joked about the idea of a big wedding at the capital (you're sure Historia would've offered to host) and Levi had looked at you like you'd smacked him across the face.