○▪︎ Levi, The Ripper. (Murderer! Levi x Reader)

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TW: ANGST AND YANDERE. excuse the odd spacing, I wrote this on my laptop at the library lmao. should I do a part two of this story?
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London, 1888.

The night was foggy, drenched in red and oranges from the fading sunlight. A mist was heavy in the air, each breath becoming thick and full as my heels clicked along the cobblestone path to my quarters.
The east side of London had always been daft during the eve. Rumors of a murderer, a cold blooded killer out for the satisfaction of sticking his dagger betwixt the layers of petty coats and ball gowns, had been spreading as of late.

No, at first I hadn't been scared; at all, really. I find it nearly ironic that now, in the dead of night, as my heels paced quicker than they had before these rumors. Subconsciously I had been terrified. I am no prosotuite, no wench of the night. Yet, being out after a long day at the office seemed to carry its own weight.

The life of a women in law was no joking matter. Men had me do all their dirty work, taking advantage of the gap between our wages and efforts put toward the broken system.

I was nearly to my home. I could see the black, dimly lit street lamp I crossed each way from work every day. This made me faster, motivated to get inside my bedroom and read away into the night as I did each day.
Yet, I stopped. Outside of my home, in the daft and misty streets, I stopped. I felt nearly compelled to pull myself away from the place that had made me so warm.

Then I saw it. A figure looming their way around my living area, the silhouette of a man. I had no man in my life, so this was not to be. Quickly I snuck to the door, quietly pushing it open, hoping that the male would not hear me.

Being poor I only could afford to live in the east side, making myself enveloped in a pocket of old people. Even if I were to catch the assailant, who would stop him?

The only real man in my life was the attorney who usually walked me home, Eren Yeager. He was kind and protective, a warning figure for any other man who could have crossed our paths. Of course, on a day he was not in office, a man was standing in my home.

I slid through the door, dim lights staining my dark floor. There was a soft melody of music cascading from my record player, seemingly enough a track I had no recognition for. As I tip-toed, I quickly found myself face-to-face with the man I had saw before.

As we made eye contact, my breath caught in my throat, hinging the muscles tightly constricting me from any more. He was short, but handsome. Steel eyes of an emotion I could not even begin to read.

"Ms. (F/N)?" He spoke. His voice was like the most beautiful crimson shade of velvet, soft and silky. Soon, I snapped, realizing the evident situation before me. "W-who are you? Why are you in my home?" My words fell out broke and sparse.

The stoic expression on his features faded into what felt like a psychotic smile, piercing my eyes, taking ahold of the power I once had. It felt like a monopoly.

"I am nearly sure you know who I am, darling. The press has made my own a house-hold name." When his words faded, I felt a dark presence wash over me. Gut wrenching, heart stopping, sickly to the touch. I lost balance, knees buckling in endless waves of fear as I desperately parted from him.

The room was much, much darker than before. A feeling of which changed as I came to realize exactly whom the man standing in front of me was.

"L-Levi, The R-ripper?" I questioned, hot tears streaking the cosmetic powder I had previously applied with the intention Eren would walk me home. I now realize how wrong I had been. Throat dry, I tried to muscle out a scream. Pathetically, nothing fell from my parted lips as his shiny leather dress shoes made their way closer to my figure.

"Correct." Flashing the addicting smile, he crouched to his knees, tail coat touching the floor. He had on a beautifully crafted tail coat suit, white gloves, and wonderful black leather shoes. He seemed to have the style of a high-class butler.

"But, I am not a p-" His gloved finger softly shuhsed my lips. "I know. I am not here to take your life." He spoke, hand now dwindling down and wrapping into my locks. My eyebrows fell together in questionig of the man.

"Then what- what are you here for?" I asked, flinching has his finger made a soft path along my jawline and to my neck, where his had rested in a choking manner.

He did not speak, jerking me by the neck. Our faces came close to touching, so close I could feel his hot breath against my own. My breaths were rapid, quick, relentless heaving.

However soon his lips would meet my own, interlocking in a way I had never felt. My fear faded, hands finding their way into the murderers locks. It felt so wrong, so undenibly forbidden by everything I had been taught. Yet, my body could not pull away. I simpiliy could not let go of the man in front of me, no matter how vile or evil.

He then pulled away, holding my head softly in his hands. HIs eyes were still locked with my own, searching each corner with a cocky smile upon the sinful taste of his lips.

"You. I am here to take you." He muled, digits circling my thigh in a heavenly manner. My stomach knotted, finding the same knot in my throat. How could he know me? I shared one routine each day, followed all of my schedules, and never left my home. No one knew (F/N) (L/N). Much less an infamous murderer.

"Why?" I spoke, pushing myself away from him, only to find his hands were tightly gripped around my wrists. Working all day had made me tried, finding the will to stay awake much farther from me than usual.

To and fro, his eyes searched my own. "Asking questions will end you on the front of the weekly paper, I do suggest you keep quiet. Now, stand up."

Weakly I complied, meeting his gaze now standing in front of my own. His hand loomed into my hair, nimbly touching me as if I were to break in an instant. I was no longer scared only surprised and awaiting each step to his command, as to stay alive. No longer did I fear Levi, The Ripper.

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