LevixReader - One Shots

You're My Garden - Soldier Levi x Florist Reader

Trigger Warnings: OOC Levi probably, explicit language, angst(?)

"You, girl," A cold voice rang out in your little flower shop. You emerged from behind the counter and smiled warmly at the male who approached you. He slapped a twenty dollar bill on the counter and smirked at you. "How can I say 'fuck you' with flowers?"

You choked back a laugh and took the bill. "Oh dear, someone gets on your nerves, sir?"

"Tch, I find it irrelevant to discuss my business with a little flower girl." He rolled his eyes and paced the store. You chuckled at his ignorant attitude as this wasn't the first time someone acted like this here. It was normal for civilians to just storm in and demand to buy flowers. You did crave a little respect though, even when you won't admit it.

"Well, sir, I was just hoping to know the back story so I know what to pick out for you-" You glanced at the male and realised he had no intention of speaking to you so you continued, "-Alright then, let's gather some pine; for pity. Some dark crimson roses for mourning, geranium for folly, stephanotis for a desire to leave and some butterfly weed to let you go." You smiled and brought the bouquet to him.

"Great, is 20 enough?" You nodded and wrapped the bouquet carefully with tissue paper before handing it to him. He grabbed it from you and turned to leave without another word. You were about to shrug it off when he stopped at the door and turned to you.

"Thank you." With that, he pushed open the door and disappeared from sight. You giggled as the flowers you just put together for him also has double meanings. It will just depend on how his receiver interprets it. Let's see if he comes back with complaints, surely this is the only comic relief you will ever get from your job as a florist but hey, no one's complaining.

~Let's see who the receiver of these flowers are hmm?~

This little shit better have put together a decent bouquet or someone will be getting some very interesting ideas. I made my way through HQ casting death stares at whoever dares to eye me regarding the bright bunch of flowers in my hands.

"Flowers? What is the meaning of this, Levi?" Erwin raised an eyebrow the minute I walked into his office and slammed the flowers down.

"Don't flatter yourself, Eyebrows. These are special flowers, there are meanings behind them. Let's see if your smartass can figure it out." I snapped and stormed out of his office slamming the door behind me. As I was going to retire to my own office, damn shitty glasses decided to pay me a visit.

"When are you going to find a girlfriend, Shorty? I know girls like tall guys but come on, there are short girls too!" I resisted slapping her in the face and sat down behind my desk.

"Shit glasses go harass someone else, I am perfectly fine being single and I will continue to be so until I find the one. So leave my office before I beat your ass."

"You have such a small temper. No wonder you can't find someone. Oh well! Let us go experiment on Titans!" She jumped up and down but seeing that I was uninterested, she shrugged it off and left, leaving my door slightly ajar. What type of demon leaves the door slightly ajar?! Demons!

I sank into my chair and disappeared behind a mountain of paperwork on my desk. It was true I was perhaps a little (just the tiniest little bit) lonely without another half but who needs a soulmate when you're fighting for the sake of humanity? For the sake of a future? I thought of the girl back in the flower shop, how she was unaffected by my cold mood. Normally, girls would freeze then run away or avoid me or try to seduce me out of my mood but she was just unaffected. She didn't care and yet she still treated me the same. Why is getting a girlfriend so hard? And why am I letting it affect me?