Levi x Reader Oneshots.

A Death in London [2]

This part is all about bonding. Btw, I briefly mention abuse near the middle but it's nothing too bad. Please listen to the piece attached near the end (when you see '///' OOC Levi (he gets quite chatty)

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"Ah, Lady [l/n], it's been a while." Levi greeted. The two were at the back of a church, both attending a funeral. "Did you know this man?"

It had been a while. Four months had gone by since the passing of the late Countess. Unofficially, she was the rightful heir to the family business and fortune.

It was half three in the afternoon. This was a noble man about to be buried and the turn-out was astonishing. Quite frankly, it was suffocating to be around. That was why [F/n] chose to stay at the back near a pair of doors.

"A colleague of my mother's but I'd only know him to see him. I've never had any genuine conversation with him." She replied, stiffly. "You must be very good at what you do. The nobles even come to you."

Levi sighed heavily. "I'm not well known, actually. But I treat every person that I "dress" as if they were my own wife."

The winter season had been long gone and the temperature began to rise again. The sun that hid behind the clouds reappeared. However, a few storms had hit and therefore, people like Levi were in demand.

The service eventually drew to a finish and people went about their daily lives. [F/n] promised Levi that she'd wait for him. Once Levi returned from behind the church, the two began to walk into the heart of the city.

The two engaged in polite chit-chat every now and then. [F/n] seemed very interested in the process of how the ambiguous mortician did his job.

"I'm free two days from now, Lady [l/n]. I'd be happy to show you the process and teach you what I know. That is, if a woman as... delicate as yourself can handle it."

[F/n]'s jaw dropped. "Mister Ackerman..!" she hissed, appalled by the nerve of this man. "Because I'm a woman, that means I cannot handle the mortuary business?"

As odd as it seemed, the lonely man was close to chuckling. Just a bit. He took a hold of her gloved right hand. "...well, generally, yes. Look at those dainty hands of yours. And you take a hansom everywhere, being from the nobility, so yes, maybe it will be too bloody for someone like you."

The two continued to walk before Levi spoke again.

"Say, where would your hansom be? A lady such as yourself would have one following you around like some dog on a leash." Levi muttered.

[F/n] looked at him. "I wanted to walk into the town and collect a dress I had fitted for me. The hansom will be there for me once I'm finished. Four o'clock, sharp."

"I hate to be rude," he began (he didn't really, he just wanted to be a bit more polite than normal), "but it's actually quarter to five." Levi stated upon checking his pocket watch.

The look of panic on her face was  undeniable. The two split for their own ways; Levi returning to work and [F/n] getting fitted for a new dress.

That evening, [F/n] arrived back at the estate. She was greeted by her lady-in-waiting and her butler. Neither of them looked pleased to see her.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, dinner was served hours ago. You are quite late, that's not like you." Her personal chef chastised. [F/n] could only nod as an apology. "Where is your dress?"

"It's in the hansom."

Without having to be told, he ordered another servant standing idly to go outside. Stiffly, he exited through the double-doors to retrieve her new dress while the chef returned to the kitchen to prepare her evening tea. Meanwhile, her lady-in-waiting shared the same look as her butler.