One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Long Live Our Love [Yandere! Levi | Reader | AU!]

Warning: Gore | Violence | Blood SERIOUSLY, IT'S A LOT

The room was spacious and its interior was in Victorian style. The high ceiling was carved in all kinds of forms, the big crystal chandelier that stood proudly in the middle of the room was lit up because despite the fact that it was day outside the room would've been completely dark if it wasn't lit. The dark parquet floors were covered almost from corner to corner with big but thin and decorated in great detail carpets that were soft under the bare foot and like a feather itself under shoes - the sound of their soles dying in the space.

The walls were covered in bright crimson wallpapers with small black and golden flourishes of all kinds, making the dark cherry color of the carperts to diminish in front of them. The big oak door was massive and with a golden handle but there were no windows in the elegant and yet ever so gingerbread room.

In the left corner of the room was placed a small chair with a plastic box onto it and in the right one there was a small metal cart with tools on it - clean, shining and ready for use. On a small stage stood a chair made for a royalty with a crimson cushion and strange legs as if a lion's paws met the ground.

On the big chair stood the figure of a woman, dressed in a nice white dress reaching knee-lenght. Her legs were rooted to the ground and her hands rested on the armrests but her gaze was frantically moving around the room, waiting for something that was about to come.

Her eyes met the closed ones of the person on the ground in her legs, tied up and unconscious, and her gulp was heard through the whole room. She looked like a queen with the calm expression on her face and the stiff elegance she sat on the chair with, but... not exactly.

A click was heard and without moving her head, the woman quickly directed her eys to the door which opened after a weak creak and let the figure outside walk in the room. The man that entered the room and locked it was dressed in simple clothes - a pair of black dress pants, a snow-white button-up shirt and a silky cravat around his neck. His narrow eyes met hers in a soft gaze when he walked towards the stage she stood on, kicking the person on the ground as he passed.

A soft groan was heard from the person on the floor as the man stood on the small stage and crouched in front of the woman in the chair, grasping one of her (s/c) hands and rolling his thumb over the back of her palm reassuringly.

"I saw disappointment flash in your eyes last time. It won't ever happen again. I promise." The man's deep velvety voice rung in the room - breaking the stiff silence - and he got up after the woman gave him a slight nod with her head already heavy on her shoulders and straining her neck.

The man's raven bangs swayed along with the motion his head made to dip slightly, his left foot swiftly kicking the person on the ground in the stomach but making sure the blow only woke up the unconscious individual.

Said individual curled up in a ball after spitting on the floor and then coughing up. The dark bangs that fell all over his pale face were removed by the raven haired man's foot as he made sure not to gouge out the brown eyes with the tips of his shoes in the process - not that he wouldn't enjoy it but that would mean his queen would lose some of her entertainment for the day and he wouldn't let that happen.

After making sure his eyes were open and his body was ready, the raven haired man pushed him over on his back with his foot once again, the body making a small thud as it rolled over.

The brown orbs stared deeply into the (e/c) eyes of the woman on the chair, wishing for anything but this to happen to him but unfortunately for him - his fate had been sealed the moment the thought of talking to her crossed his mind. The (h/c) tresses of the woman shook slightly when she changed her posture on the chair, resting her back further onto the cushion and crossing her legs with slow motions. Her eyes never left the begging ones of the male on the floor. He couldn't even talk, he was scared so much.

After giving them approximately enough time to look into each other's eyes as he did everytime, the simply dressed man walked over to the cart in the right corner of the room and slowly pushed it towards the center of the room, his gunmetal hues browsing every tool before he put on a pair of gloves on his pale slender hands. The tips of his fingers couldn't even reach the tips of the gloves' fingers but he couldn't care about the insignificant things right now.

He picked up a tool and headed for the tied up body of the male on the ground just a few steps from where the cart stood. Making sure his queen had perfect view of what he was about to do, the man stomped his foot over the male's stomach, making his body try to stand up. With a single gloved hand the raven haired man grabbed the male's dark bangs and pulled, making a groan of pain to echo between the crimson wallpapered walls. Both the woman and the short man with the cravat knew that this room was soundproof - no way of any kind of sound going both in or out.

When the smoky eyed male's fingers dug deep into the scalp of the brown haired, he cound see tears brim his the corner of the latter's eyes, almost making a smirk show on his thin lips. The woman watched as the raven haired man picked his moment and deftly stuck the spoon right under the wailing man's eyeball. The struggle of the brown haired was growing and he almost managed to force the raven to let go of his hair but that never happened.

With a 'pop' and a small 'thud' the eyeball rolled onto the small stage and right in front of the woman's foot. She glanced downwards at the blank brown hue of the orb and felt herself about to voice out her disgust of being so close to a freshly popped out eyeball.

The raven looked up from the crying brown haired man and his bleeding eye socket to the woman in the chair, witnessing the way her eyes blinked stolidly at the eyeball at her feet.

"Levi."

His name made his orbs direct towards the rosy lips of the woman as she spoke. His eyes narrowed furthermore and he nodded slightly to her, kicking the male in the ribs and making him gasp for air but in the same time stop his wailing. With a single movement the raven released his grip onto the brunette's hair and let his skull hit the floor with a thud as he moved back to the cart and left the bloody spoon onto it, taking another thing in hand and going back to the silently crying and gasping for air brunette.

Levi used his feet again to make the brown haired man sprawl out on the floor in helplessness and pain, crouching down and moving his tied up hands above his head easily, then taking the small rope he had in hand and tying it around the male's throat and then to the knot his wrists were bound with. The man started gagging and for the first time Levi decided to give an advice to a wealthy man for his own sake.

"Better don't fight it if you don't want me to shorten the process of torturing you but make it ten times more painful instead." That was a lie.

The process would be both long and ultimately painful and the woman on the chair didn't manage to hold in the snort to the raven's words. He glanced at her, seeing as the brown haired was following his advice, holding onto his words like a rescue rope handed from the deck of a boat to a drowning man. What an irony however, taking the fact his life depended onto that very same fake rescue rope Levi had pulled him onto the deck of hope with.

Quickly, Levi went back to the cart and took not one but two things from it, returning to his crouching position near the silently crying and already ever so disfigured face of the man. With a slow motion the raven cut his way through the male's shirt with a sharp knife and left his bare chest covered in sweat reflect the light of the crystal chandelier for a second before sharply jabbing that very same knife into the middle of his chest, inches away from his heart. The male screamed as the knife was dragged along the lenght of his abdomen in a straight line, stopping at the bottom of his belly and being ripped out with immense power, before thown to the side.

"Don't roll around." Levi stated with amusement seeping through his voice. "Your offals might just roll out of you." The smirk in his voice was casual but strongly amused, his voice was taking a sharp edge and the woman was able to smell the scent of blood starting to get to her nostrils.

The man screamed and screamed but Levi's ears were by now more than used to the noise, he could just hope it wasn't disturbing his queen too much. At this point his pants were slighty bloodied but he made sure to keep his shirt clean until the end of things. The raven took a heavier object from the cart - one he particularly felt very fond of.

With the the blood from his gloved hands smearing onto the wooden handle of the 28-inch double faced hammer, he felt that need to slam it into the legs of the brown haired male already - hearing the crack along with the agonizing scream while his extremities broke.

He made five steps to reach his victum and glanced once in the direction of the woman on the chair before looking back down at the horrified expression that had falled upon the bloody face of the brunette.

With a single swing, one of the legs that moved around like worms was broken and the shriek of complete agony echoed off the walls in the room. Lifting the hammer over his head once again, Levi focused on the movement of the second leg and in a moment as short as the last breath of a drowning man, slammed the hammer down with force - the kneecap breaking with a deafening 'crack'.

The man's voice started weakening at that point, his throat was sore and his neck was getting a burning sensation from the rope that was tied tightly around it. He couldn't even dare to look down at the mess his body was made of but he could feel the line across his abdomen bleeding steadily and making him lightheaded. His legs were burning but he couldn't feel his feet at all. His dark tresses stuck to his sweaty forehead and he directed his one eye's gaze to the beautiful woman on the chair - her face unaffected from the gore and violence that took place in front of her as if she was just watching a documentary on TV late at night - tired, interested in the topic and yet too lazy to watch it until the end.

Levi, in the meantime, took his time while leaving the hammer back onto the cart and taking another knife and a small hammer, hoping the regular tortured would be more stubborn to die than the others before him.

The brunette didn't even notice the raven's presence until it was made known by a sharp jab in the side of his face - the blade of the knife sticking into his cheek and between his two rows of teeth, cutting through his tongue and holding in place his pained scream. Levi twisted the knife once, then twice and finally started seeing blood pour out of the corner of the man's pursed lips, his eyes flashed with satisfaction and he pulled the knife out, leaving the brunette a few seconds to breathe before starting with the grand finale, which most victums couldn't make through.

With precise and sharp movements, Levi literally pulled the man's body open, the giant gash along the whole lenght of his abdomen wasn't there for nothing after all. He could see the splatters of blood already staining his perfectly white sleeves as he tuned out the wheezing of the man's lungs.

After having the view of the male individual's inner organs - blood and all - still fully intact, Levi scrunched his nose up as if he was picking on an unpleasant smell and then stabbed the small knife into the male's stomach, making his lungs wheeze again as he breathed out a gasp of pain, almost choking on his own blood overflowing in his mouth.

"This may hurt a bit but you'll be dead before you can feel it." Levi announced coldly like a dentist saying it's only gonna sting a bit for a second during an appointment. In the moment the brunette's eye windened drastically, lungs wheezing and heart erratically beating in his ribcage, Levi used the small hammer that was until now neatly laying by his side to hit his ribcage - the bones cracking and then breaking off completely when Levi used both hands to remove them completely.

His right hand swiftly grasped the still beating heart of the brunette and with a single sharp pulled it was out of his body, the mushy organ dripping blood onto Levi's clothes and the carpets on the floor. The brunette's face was frozen in complete horror and agony and the raven haired man got up on his feet. He went to the left corner of the room and placed the heart into the plastic box, then left the box back onto the wooden surface of the chair.

When Levi went back to the cart, his eyes fled to the form of his precious queen, witnessing as her eyes were closed and she was trying to balance the air going in and out of her lungs. With a last deep breath she opened her eyes to see how Levi pulled off his bloody gloves and tossed them onto the cart, going her way and making sure not to step too close to the now corpse of the brown haired man.

"I hope you enjoyed it more than last time." He stated and she barely nodded, making him lean in towards her when he was close enough and kick off the eyeball off the stage before colliding lips with the (h/c) haired woman. She returned the kiss with her cold ones as his warm hand held hers in its grasp - the very same hand that had just pulled out a heart out of the chest of its owner. She didn't even shudder at the thought, she was used to it by now.

When his cold lips left hers, she looked at his gunmetal eyes and saw the only thing that he showed towards her only - unconditional love. As he had said many times, his love was different. Way different than what plain society called love. His love was stronger, had different rules. "The saying of 'I would die for you' is wrong to the bone. The correct one if you truly love someone must be 'I'd kill for you'. Staying alive is harder than dying just like that. And - if needed - I'd kill everyone to prove my love to you." Thats what he had said a lot of times but she've never truly given him a reply. It's not like it mattered to him anyway.

"Would my queen wish for a bath now?" He asked gently while reaching out his hand towards her. She grabbed it and stood up from the Victorian chair, making her way over to the door with him after glancing for the last time at the groesome and strongly unrecognizable body of the man she was pretty sure was named Andrew.

She looked back at Levi and nodded, the nickname "queen" making her almost cringe because of how wrong it truly was.

As said she may have looked like a queen but he would always dominate her small presence with his own. The king. He was the king. But instead of 'long live the king', which he hated being used in front of or from her, he had a personal version of that same announcal for him and her.

"Long live our love."