Levi x Reader [ oneshots ]

P. S.

△Levi x Sassy!Short!Reader

△she

Triggers: Abuse & murder.

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He knew he was going to have to meet someone and settle down someday...but it's been 32 long years of solitary, and Levi Ackerman was getting sick of hoping that there's possibly a woman — or soulmate even, if he's lucky enough — who's designed perfectly just for him out there.

The notion of a 'perfect girl' itself though, is ridiculous to him because he believes that no one truly is ; but once in a while, he wouldn't fight the oncoming urge to daydream of a better life setting. Especially more so lately since he's now a man who's hit the peak of being alone on his giant mountain solitude.

"I'm home. " I'll call out into the seemingly quiet house as I take off my shoes and loosen my white cravat, but one should never judge a book by its cover because the next moment would be filled with laughter and feet-to-floor thumping.

It should scare me, but who would be scared of their own children welcoming their father home? Certainly not me.

A series of "Daddy! Welcome home!!" and "You're back, dad!" would echo through my home in high pitched voices. The little culprits would then jump straight into my arms and I would crack a smile for my little brats after I settle them down from the hug fiesta. I would feel too tired for anything at that moment, but seeing my giggling flesh and blood run off to wherever that they always do fills me up with content and joy, making me no longer feel the stress of work anymore.

Alright, maybe a bit but you get my point — although who cares if you don't, this is my imagination.

Back to the point, she would then come out of somewhere and into my view with an angelic smile that could just warm up even the coldest tea in the world. I would then walk towards her to meet her half way, we would journey on a small 'welcome home' kiss — a tiny little peck on the lips before she says her usual, "Welcome home, darling. " — that would then turn into a passionate affair of saliva, tongue groping and heavy breathing accompanied by her erotic little moans — after I say some horrible line like, "I would be better if you would kiss me again, Mrs. Ackerman. " — because one meager kiss from my gorgeous wife would never satisfy my craze for her.

But then my kids would randomly appear again and throw words like "Ew!" or just make childish gagging sounds. Either way, my wife and I would chuckle and...no.

Nope.

Fuck it all.

I'll probably be dead before I could even find her. That, or she's the one who's already...

Levi shook the lingering dark thoughts away and continues to work through another pile of paperwork from — who he deemed himself — 'Shitty Glasses'.

Although, why was his mind suddenly so filled with 'the one'? Answer is, because a certain bookworm cadet had lent shitty glasses the book and said glasses lady had an inkling about how lonely her friend was. So out of a kind heart, she shoved it his face in hopes that he would read it so the idea of love — even a doomed one — would give him hope that his loneliness is just a current phase.

'THE FAULT IN OUR STARS' were the exact bolded letters engraved into the spine of said paperback book, as it sits in between 'Frankenstein' and 'The Valley of Fear' on one of his many book shelves, beginning to collect imaginary dust for it had been several weeks since the book was oh-so-gently 'handed' to him.