Tsk. So toxic (Levi Ackerman X Reader)

Introduction

Dedicated to
Mr Ackerman, the one who inspired this book,
And to my husband, the one who helped me finish it.

I met Mr Ackerman three years ago. He had trouble crossing a crowded street and I offered him some help with his wheelchair. He cursed me for calling him "a disabled crippled f*ck" (even though, I never did) and then yelled at me again when I left him stand helplessly at the crossroads. Finally, I gave him a hand and we ended up chatting. I wouldn't call Mr Ackerman a charming opponent but he definitely had his style in a conversation, intriguing in its own way.

We started meeting once a week to drink coffee and discuss the news. Pretty soon, Mr Ackerman (well, it's an old people's habit) would tell me over and over again about his previous glorious days of him being a great fighter and saving the world. And, of course, not getting enough appreciation for his past brave and heroic deeds now, when his hair went gray and vision of his one eye became worse. I grew fond of that lonely old man, with wrinkles all over his skin and a funny way to use a cup. It seemed like there weren't many people left in his life that cared for him. So, I once made a suggestion to write down all his tremendous stories and publish a book based on his adventures.

When Mr Ackerman found out that I was studying at the faculty of journalism he wouldn't talk to me for a whole month. Then he reappeared in my life with a bunch of his old stuff (a torn piece of green fabric with a symbol of wings, some porcelain teacup, a rolled map, a binder full of letters and newspapers' covers and articles, an amateur drawing of some woman, a weird leather belt with boxes on both of its sides, someone's glasses, a torn handkerchief and a few shabby books). Mr Ackerman insisted that we most definitely publish the stories under his strict control and only after him editing each and every word. He also insisted to start the compilation with the story you are about to read first.

It doesn't have a proper ending but Mr Ackerman wanted to end it like that. He also checked every line and added a few words directly from himself. Those words are written in italics and you will come across them here and there. Also, this story finishes with a very personal letter that Mr Ackerman allowed me to publish.

The author sincerely wishes that you enjoy the compilation and respect the memory of a once fabulous man. Unfortunately, Mr Ackerman couldn't make it till the day of the publication. We miss him greatly and pray that he finally found his peace.