Ohh never got an ask before! I love and hate him. It's impossible to not love that guy even a little (FOR ME ATLEAST)! I love him cause of how complex he is, well written and his lore omfg aswell as his voice, I saw many people hate on his voice cause of how "forced" it's sounds but gosh I LOVE IT. I hate him cause well he's Ronin.. annoying things that I don't really like.
Angel x CannibalManager!Reader. Fem reader. Reader's backstory is open for any interpretation.
Summary: Angel had got a new manager, a cute one she would say. But she never thought she would also have her own secrets like she does.
Angel knew the jokes revolving around her.
A cannibal.
A maneater.
In all honesty, Angel doesn't know where the thought came from. Was it because of her her matching necklace and bracelet made of her victims teeth? If could be the reason, but she swears she had never tasted a flesh of a human being before.
She might be a maneater.
But not literally a cannibal.
The thought unsettled her even if she doesn't verbalize it.
Angel wouldn't try eating a human person.
Yet.
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"Maria meet your new manager," the agency said motioning to you.
You stand beside her, hands behind your back, letting out a small shy like you weren't quite sure you were supposed to be there.
You were cute, Angel thought looking at you. Like a shy little lamb who was accidentally herded into another group of people.
Angel knew that this place isn't for the weak. She had learned that in the hard way with her old manager that she killed with her own hand. It wasn't supposed to be that way, but he gave her no choice.
But you? You were different, Angel could see that.
So she decided, she'll take care of you and help you. Because even if you are just her manager, it doesn't mean Angel couldn't get to take are of you too.
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"Are you sure this is okay...?" You asked nervously.
You were seated in front of the vanity of Maria de la Rosa. What was supposedly a check in after her videos ended up into something like this, you being seated here to try one of the makeup techniques that Angel had did earlier.
"Why not?" Angel smiled at you as she looked at the different shades of makeup that will match your skin tone. "I think this will suit nice on you."
"I didn't mean that," You answered as Angel lifted her chin, making you look at her blue eyes. "I'm your manager. I'm supposed to be the one handling all your schedules, modeling meeting not... not like this? Am I even allowed to do this? I'm sure my contract has something about-"
"You're overthinking it," Angel said lightly as she gently dabbed powder on your cheeks. "A manager can be close with their client. There won't be anything wrong with it unless the agency stated otherwise. Have they?"
You hesitated. "No, they haven't. Not verbally at least."
"Then there's nothing wrong," Angel smiled and stroked your cheek. "Let me take care of you."
How can you resist the Maria de la Rosa herself? With that charming smile and pretty face. No one could and so you let Angel play with your face. It feels strange, too intimate as she swiped down her lipsticks to your.
It suits you, the color of redness bringing out the life in your eyes. You're beautiful, Angel thought as she wiped the smudge at the corner of your lips. Why didn't you came here as her manager before that guy?
You were different. Too sweet, too kind to work for something like this. Fans, the crazy ones might be hard to handle, stalkers who follows them back home, and the pressure of the agency but you stayed for Angel. Even if they were pushing you to manage the contents and scheduling, you never pushed Angel to do them to do them.
And Angel loved you for that.
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Angel knew it was unethical to get close with your own manager but who was she to care now? She killed her old one before, the agency wouldn't stop her unless they wanted to have the same fate as him. They don't the true cause of his death, she made sure of that.
As long as Angel wouldn't do anything that would harm her or you.
If there was one thing that Angel learned during her time in the modeling industry are the sharks. Those who pry at the weak, the new ones, and with you as having Angel as her new manager. It wasn't hard to figure out what they were planning to you.
"So your the new manager of Maria," one of the models said looking at you, eyes scanning your from feet to head. "I expected a lot more honestly... after all her old manager put the standards too high for her."
Angel's tilted her head. "There's no need for comparison, my manager is doing her best."
"Are you sure?" the model scoffed. "Doesn't she knows she's supposed to make sure that her client is comfortable around and looking for people for them to talk with? Not some kind of a... bodyguard who stays on your side like a stray puppy. Your old manager would put as much as attention to you unlike... now."
You lowered your head, ashamed. Angel knew this was your first time managing someone but doesn't mean they would insult you in front of her face.
Angel turned back at her. "That's true but I think there's nothing wrong giving others a chance in the spotlight. Besides," she let out a scoffed. "Have you thought that maybe the real reason why my old manager died was because of his own... competence?"
The model's eyes narrowed suspiciously at her words. "What are you implying?"
"I don't know," Angel said with a shrug like it wasn't something worth noticing but the glint in her eyes says otherwise. "Maybe the reason why he died was because he talked to the wrong person. Maybe his got his ego got too full that it got him killed. But we don't know about that right? He's dead and we wouldn't know all the things he did."
"Is that a threat?"
"No. Would you want it to be?" Angel smiled at her sweetly.
Angel killed her that night.
It was impulsive, she hate to admit that. She doesn't kill unless it was really necessary and she just did, the same night with a threat. No one would know, no one had suspected her before so why does she have a bad feeling someone was watching her?
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"Darling, you did this before," Ronin's sarcastic voice answered to Angel's worries. "I don't see the point why you were now worrying about one measly kill of your coworker."
"I wish I know, Ronin," Angel sighed as she settled down at her chair, wrapping her blanket around her. "I never really planned it honestly, the last thing I know I had my gun out and blasted her head to pieces."
"Boring," Ronin mocked, laughing when he saw the annoyed expression on Angels' face. "Why'd you even do it?"
"She was being mean to my manager," Angel answered.
Ronin raised an eyebrow. "Oh... so it's because of your manager? And here I thought that you'll be hating them like that other guy."
"Oh she's different," Angel said quickly. "She doesn't push me to do stuff that I don't want to. Patient, ask my opinion about my own schedule and my comfort... She's not pushy, okay? I like how she manages things. I'm just worried for her... that maybe she thinks this job isn't for her and she'll leave - what's with that face?"
"You like her," Ronin said flatly. "Like like like."
"What?" Angel felt the warmth spread at her cheeks. "No, I'm not. She's just my manager."
"Yea, yea," Ronin snorted. "You killed someone for that same manager and you said you don't like them?"
"I kill for all my friends!" she defended.
"Exactly," Ronin pointed. "You kill for your friends, those who aren't part of your professional life. But you killed for them, for your manager because someone just got too mean on them."
Angel opened her mouth to argue but Ronin held out a finger like he was silencing her.
"Before you say anything regarding about your old manager," he drawled. "Let me remind you that you wouldn't have done it if we didn't encourage you and you'll probably still be rotting in your room with that manager."
Angel pursued her lip. Ronin knew her better she did. Of course, she wouldn't have learned about her self if she haven't been in a relationship with the Butcher, helped her understand what she really was. There was no point hiding from Ronin.
"Fine... you caught me..." Angel muttered. "I like them."
Ronin nodded. "Now that wasn't so hard, right?"
"Asshole," Angel said but there was no malice on it just familiarity.
"Now where's your manager? I don't think I've seen them before," Ronin said leaning against his chair. "You going to tell them about this server or not?"
"I don't think it's a good idea," Angel said twirling with a strand of hair. "She doesn't even know what I do at night."
"Then maybe you should tell her," Ronin offered. ""Isn't trust fucking foundational when it comes to love?"
"How many times have you said that before?"
"As many times as I want."
Angel rolled her eyes, a chuckle escaping from her mouth when a notification pinged at her phone. Curiously, she looked down and saw a message from you.
I know what you did.
You killed my brother.
And now I'm going to kill your new manager for what you did to him.
Angel felt her heart drop when another notification appeared. A picture of a dark alleyway, dark stains littered on the walls that she knew were blood stains. But that wasn't what she was focused on, but at the sight of you all tied up while the person held your head high with a knife in your throat.
No.
"Angel?" Ronin's voice asked but Angel had already stood up, grabbing her gun and rushing outside.
She knew that alleyway. It was the same place where she killed her old manager.
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"Darling?" Angel called out, her voice shaking as she held her gun.
The alleyway was silent, too silent that it gives Angel chills. The bad feeling that she had been the whole time was all because of her old manager's brother. She barely remember him, just a small information that she didn't find important until now.
She stepped inside, eyes darting to look until she found them.
But it wasn't what she expected to be.
"Darling...?" she repeated, this time uncertainty in her voice as she walked closer.
Laying down there was a guy, his face was all messed up like something hit his face. Blood drip down from his nose and lips, eyes blank as he looked emptily at her. There was something in his shoulder, like something just got torn away from his body.
He was alive. Barely.
And beside him was you, staring at the blood in your hands and the knife that you held. Blood smeared across your cheek and mouth. Despite the mess, your expression was calm as you lifted your head to start at her.
The two of you were silent for a moment, speechless.
"Oh thank god," Angel let out a shaky laughter, "you're alive."
You blinked at her. "What?"
You expected something. Perhaps a look of disgust, horror, fear or the fact that there was a dead body at your feet.
"You came?" You asked quietly, looking around.
"Of course, I did," Angel said softly. "Why shouldn't I?"
You didn't got a chance to answer when something interrupted them. The man on the ground cough blood, barely alive but still alive. Ange's face twisted in disgust looking over him, he could see the resemblance of her old manager. The thought alone was enough for her to remember the annoyance she felt with him.
He let out a broken wheeze, was he laughing or crying? Both of you didn't know. "Fucking psycho..." he gargled through blood. "Crazy, your both fucking crazy..."
You look away, ashamed?
"Darling," Angel lowered her gun. "Did you bite him?"
"He wouldn't stop screaming," you said as you slowly back away. "He wouldn't stop talking about killing you and I just... I got angry and it just happened."
The man let out a muffle cry, crawling away from you.
Angel resisted the urge to smile. She was used to people fearing her but this? Seeing someone terrified of you? Her sweet, nervous shy little manager covered in blood while someone begged you not to eat them?
She licked her lips, remembering Ronin's voice.
"You like them.
Angel stepped closer carefully, her gaze locked on you but you immediately backed away.
"I know how this looks," you said immediately. "And I know how bad it is."
"You ate him," Angel said lightly. "You bite a chunk of her shoulder."
"I panicked, it wasn't supposed to happen."
"That seemed far too big for an accident."
"He was threatening!" you said and for a moment, Angel could see the little pout appearing on your lips.
Cute, your so cute, Angel chuckled as she tilted her head.
"This is a bit ironing," she said softly as she reached out, thumb brushing the corner of your lips and smearing the blood more on your face as if dazed. "Everyone called me a cannibal for years but you're the first person I've really met who tried to bite someone."
Your face went completely red. "I didn't eat him!" you insisted
"Darling, there's literally flesh in your teeth."
If it was more possible to make your face more red, it would have already happened as you slapped a hand over your mouth.
Angel laughed, a laugh so melodic and hysterical that it echoed across the alleyway.
The man behind them looked between the two of you, eyes wide in fear as he continued to desperately crawl away from the two of you.
"Killers... your both fucking---"
He didn't get a chance to finish when his head exploded, splattering the walls a darker shade of red. Angel hummed a tune, lowering her gun before smiling at you.
"You killed him," You said, staring at the lifeless body.
"He's too noisy, I just have to silence him," Angel said innocently. "You tenderized him first, teamwork. I'm sure the gates of hell are ready to cook him alive."
The horrified look on your face was priceless. It was adorable, you were so adorable. All shaken off and covered in blood with flesh in your mouth and Angel thought you were the most prettiest thing she had ever since.
She stepped closer, brushing hair away from your face. "Darling. Is there anything else you've been hiding from you? Or do I have to expect more surprises from you?"
yumeship slop i cooked up a few minutes ago. happy pride
yay
my yumeship has been a rly good source of comfort during these trying (transphobic) times . thanks ronin beaufort killerchat for existing even though youre annoying as fuck #ihatemybffinalboss
(doubles r welcome. condolences for liking ronin too. )
Synopsis: Your ex lover — a shadow that always follows you wherever and whenever. He describes himself as a devil, a being that resides in hell — a being that tempts people to do evil. A beautifully grotesque existence, Ronin the antichrist. Which people know as 'The Butcher' — which you were not supposed to unravel, is that right?
Note: Ronin is the reader's obsessed and lovesick ex lover, who doesn't want you to look at anyone but him.
TW: physical violence, Cussing, Mild Gore, Blood, Obsession, Stalking, non consensual drugging, abduction, Spoilers for Ronin's last name.
You once fell in love with someone who described himself as the devil. A figure of temptation and seduction. An existence known as evil to mankind – yet he calls himself that. You were content in your relationship with him; he was a tease, sure, but he knew how to not cross a line. He paid attention to your mood, your likes, dislikes — he paid attention to you.
You were with him for a year, you bore with his bullshit, his teasing, his rambles, his personality, all of him. You had accepted him for who he was as a person and he loved you for that. What you didn't know was that he was hiding a dark secret — but how can it be considered a secret if he’d been so open with it?
"What do you do outside of your normal routine and the mechanic stuff?" You had asked your boyfriend once while you were in his arms.
"Oh you know, torture people, sell some of what they own." He replied casually, a playful smirk planted on his lips.
"Are you serious? What are you, some kind of mass murderer of something?" You asked, laughing softly at his reply. He had always been a tease, you thought he was joking, teasing you to make you smile.
“No, but I am a serial killer.” He replied, a smug smirk planted on the corners of his lips.
“Oh please, what are you? The butcher?” You jokingly asked as you nudged his side a bit.
"Why? You don't believe me? That hurts my pride, sweetheart." He cooed, faking a hurt expression.
You roll your eyes at him. "You're so dramatic. Of course I don't believe you, why would you kill people without any reason?" You replied, a huff escaping your lips.
A hum could be heard from your boyfriend as if he were thinking of something.
"Suit yourself." He replied, shrugging as he continued to hold you silently — Oh how much you regret not believing his words.
You'd been waiting for your boyfriend to get back from his 'late night walk', sitting on the couch anxiously. It had been three hours since he went out, and as the hands on the clock ticked to two in the morning, you grew worried at each second that passed by. You took a deep breath, finally deciding to go out to try and find him — which led you to a situation that's too much for you to bear and process.
"Ro…?" You called out, eyes wide as you stood a few steps away from your lover who was standing in front of a bloody body, crowbar in hand. Your eyes drifted from him to the corpse lying lifeless in front of him — head smashed flat upon recognition, bits of flesh clinging onto his crowbar, chest ripped open, aorta peeking out of its ribcage, faintly beating heart being held in his other hand, flesh and blood spattered on the walls and floor of the alley.
"Well, well, ain't this a sight?" He sneered, resting the end of his crowbar on his shoulder. His attention focused on you,frozen in place, both of your palms pressed over your nose and mouth as if it would stop you from vomiting at the grotesque sight. With your face pale and your body cold, you tried your best to snap back to reality.
“Ronin, what the fuck is wrong with you….?” You blurted, out absentmindedly staring at him with an obviously shocked expression. Your boyfriend started to make his way towards you, his clothes soaked with blood. With every step forward he made you match them with a step backwards, refusing to acknowledge the monstrous sight in front of you – until your back hit the cold, hard wall.
"Do you like the sight, baby?" He’d asked, stopping in front of you as he leaned his face close to yours, the same playful smirk planted on his lips.
"N-no…" You muttered, voice shaky from fear. Frightened of how close he is to you, scared that he might do the same twisted thing he did to the lifeless person; to you. You pushed him away with all your strength as you looked at him with a terrified expression.
"You're a monster." You spat out staring at him with a look of disbelief mixed with disappointment, hatred and fear – a look that you have not yet given him over the years you were together. You locked eyes with him for the last time, trying to see if the Ronin you knew was still inside the very man standing in front of you before you turned your back to him and ran away as fast as you could.
He held his hand out to try and reach out for you, to force you to accept him just like how you accepted his existence, just like how you didn’t turn your back away from his sinful self. He caught a glimpse of his blood soaked hand and clenched it, staring at your back which grew smaller and smaller from the distance between the two of you.
“It’s fine, I’ll make you accept me someday. My sweet, little bunny.” He muttered to himself, his eyes darkening as he looked at your figure like you were a creature that was marked by him – a quarry that he’d wait for until the time is right to strike. Like a lion waiting for its prey to mellow before chasing it and taking it down.
You packed your bags in a rush that very same night, erased every trace of your existence from that very house you spent your relationship with – the very same house that he still stays in up to this very moment.
"Y/n, darling, are you okay?" Your fiancee asks as they look at you with worry. You've been drinking with colleagues at a bar to celebrate the company's success.
"I'm alright…" You answered, sitting up straight only to feel the world spinning as you automatically lean on your fiancee for support.
"Seems like you drank way too much." They pointed out, a soft, gentle smile planted on their lips as they took you into their arms, easily lifting you off from the chair you sat on. You wrapped your arms around their neck, resting your head on their chest as a hum of satisfaction left your lips.
They carried you towards the car, gently putting you down on the passenger's seat and putting your seat belt on, their face close to yours. You pecked a kiss on their cheek, a playful giggle escaping your lips. Unbeknownst that a tall masked figure stood behind them, crowbar in hand, striking them with said weapon on the back of their head with full force, making them collapse on top of you, head bleeding from the hard impact. As for you, your eyes are heavy, struggling to keep them open along with a heavy head and spinning world.
"Here, why don't you sleep for now, sweetheart?" A voice all too familiar coos as he squeezes your face hard in between his palm, pulling out a small container of water from his pocket to make you forcefully drink it.
You wake up from your slumber, you don't remember what happened, you have a massive headache. You try to move your hand to massage the bridge of your nose but to no avail. You feel the stinging friction of the rope on your skin, you try but struggle to pull your wrist out from the restriction, which you fail to do so. A grumble escapes your lips as you realize that the room you're in is faintly lit with red light, your vision darkens, your breathing increases.
“Where am I…?” You ask yourself, looking around the room anxiously. Your memories of last night are blurry, you remember your fiancee picking you up and a stranger coming up behind them, hitting them with a crowbar. You pursed your lips, heart beating rapidly from anxiousness and worry.
You try to stand, but your feet are also tied tightly together, not giving you any room to escape. The attempt causes you to fall out from the chair and on to your side. You groaned in frustration, irritated by your helplessness to do anything but wiggle around like a worm.
The creak of the door can be heard echoing throughout the room you’re contained in, followed by heavy footsteps of someone.
“I see that you’re awake now, doll.” The voice sends chills down your spine, you feel all the color drain from your face as you feel nothing but dread all throughout your body. A very familiar voice which you knew very well who it belonged to.
“R-Ronin..” You stutter out, you feel a lump forming on your throat.
“It's impressive how you still recognize my voice even after all these years.” Ronin spat out, a laugh escaping his lips.
‘How could I forget your voice that has haunted me for the past 5 years since that happened?’ You thought, taking a deep and shaky breath.
“Please Ronin, it’s been Five years since that happened. I haven’t told a single soul –” You shout, getting cut off by him.
“Five years since I gave you a chance to escape too.” He mischievously whispers, crouching in front of your helpless figure that now lays on the cold hard floor. Grabbing your cheeks hard to make you look at him. You struggle to pull away from his grasp, closing your eyes, and pursing your lips.
“All five years to let you find your pretty little happiness, just for me to ruin it.” He added, grinning with malice while he looks down at your figure.
“Come to think of it, you already have a fiancee, right?” He points out, hitting his fist on his palm.
“Please don’t touch them.” You mutter, voice cracking as you look at him with despair filling your eyes – only to be greeted with your fiancee’s bloody face.
He stares at you, taking in the desperate expression you’re making. He feels his cheeks heating up.
“Oh, my darlin’ bunny…” He trails off, leaning his face close to yours, nose barely touching, you can feel his warm breath against your skin, you smell the strong scent of iron that makes you gag.
“Don’t you wanna look at the face you love so much?” He added. Your breath trembles, a choked sob escaping you as you try to get your face away from him.
“You’re sick…! Crazy! A maniac!.” You shout at him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you continue to pull your face away from his hold.
“Hey, isn’t that too cruel? Aren’t you happy to see the face of your beloved fiancee?” He asks, a menacingly satisfied smirk planted on his lips. Wearing the face of the person you promised yourself with – freshly peeled, glued on a mask, still bloody with bits of flesh hanging on the skin.
With him forcing you to look at such a gruesome sight, you finally pull your face away from his hold and finally throw up. Nauseous from the sight in front of you, sick of the man who seized you.
Staring at your figure, he lifts the mask off his face and throws it across the room. He grabs your tied up feet and pulls you towards him with ease, grabbing your chin harshly to force you to look up at him.
“You look so gorgeous when you’re broken like this.” He whispers, leaning his face closer to yours to pull you in a rough kiss. His eyes locked on yours, taking in every reaction you’re making – and you? You can’t do anything, he’s way too strong for you to go against.
You shut your eyes close, beads of tears forming at the corner of your eyes, your restrained hands resting on his chest while you try to push him away. All the strength in your body drained by the kiss that the man initiated.
Pulling away from the kiss, his sharp, lovesick gaze stared at your glossy eyes. Admiring that certain look on your face, an expression that one makes when everything they’ve built for themselves shatters in just one moment.
“Do you like me now, darlin’?”
“Never.” you spat.
A deafening silence followed before a manic laugh escaped his mouth.
“Oh to speak the truth, anything but the truth, care to overindulge me tonight, darling?” He whispers in your ear, hands tightening around your tied wrist.
“Over my dead body, Ronin fucking Beaufort.” You whispered back as you struggled under him, kicking your binded feet as an attempt to break away from him.
“Such a shame.” He whispered once again before slowly digging his knife deep in your chest which made you freeze and stare at him in shock, all the strength you had disappeared as you coughed up blood.
“Over your dead body you say?” Ronin croons and buries the knife deeper in your chest as a chuckle escapes his lips.
“Consider it done, baby.”
The clacking of glass can be heard as Ronin puts down a jar on his bedside table, humming to himself as he stares at the jar containing your eyes.
“Now, you won’t have your eyes wandering around looking at anyone but me, right?”
