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Masterlist ďźďź
All about Gojo Satoru ;;
Imagines ââ one, two. . .
Books ââ one, two. . .
Nothing about other Characters... ââ-¡ ( Will try to fulfill requests, however! )
ride with sweetness!
pairings ŕš satoru gojo x baker!fem reader
synopsis. after a tiring day at your bakery, you head home on a bullet train. and for whatever reason, the universe has you sitting beside a man with a blindfold on, who's apparently a lover of sweet things.
wc. 5,3k ŕš tags â pure and pure fluff, stranger to crushes, mentions of red string theory, ijichi cameo, canon universe, canon divergence, pov alternating. credit. art by yamada_shouko
rie's. a special one-shot to celebrate toru's birthday and five years of me crushing on him! anyways, this is a very self-indulgent piece because this is practically me. once again, not proofread. hope you all enjoy! đ¤
today has been nothing but a long, exhausting day full of flours and eggs. with a sprinkle of curse words every so often.
for a while now, you've been occupied with rebranding your bakery. wanting a fresh start. and oh god, it has your hair falling out, your sleep schedule all over the place, and a loss of appetite because the only thing you do is bake and bake for a new menu.
maybe it wasn't truly the greatest idea of rebranding your shop and releasing new pastries. although technically, those two side-by-side is something that everyone will run themselves to. some bakery rebranding their image and putting out a new menu? say less, it'll be packed within a blink of an eye
after all, the internet loves sensations and people these days are struck with âfear of missing outâ.
still though, it got you running ragged like a broken washing machine. you're not doing it alone, no, you have your partners. they've been very helpful and as sweet as the matcha cream cheese cookie that is on trial for the last few weeks.
When Composure Cracks (Phainon x Reader oneshot)
A/N: This piece is my take on how Phainon's composure would crack in private. Jealousy, vulnerability and love all tangled together. It's intense, but that's exactly why I adore him.
Word count: 2534
Warnings: Jealousy. Possessiveness. Intense kisses. Love confessions. ____
You're laughing. The sound carries across the marketplace, bright and unguarded, and Phainon feels something twist in his chest at the pure joy in it. You're talking to a merchant about pottery glazes, of all things, your hands animated as you gesture at the deep blue ceramics displayed on his stall. The man is slightly older than you, kind-faced, clearly delighted by your enthusiasm as he explains his techniques.
It's innocent. Harmless. Exactly the sort of interaction Phainon encourages among Okhema's citizens every day. So why does he feel like his lungs have forgotten how to work?
"âand the copper oxide creates that beautiful turquoise when it's fired just right," the merchant is saying, holding up a small vase that catches the afternoon light. "Feel how smooth the glaze is."
Your fingers brush his as you take the piece, and Phainon's jaw clenches so hard he thinks he might crack a tooth.
This is ridiculous. You're examining pottery. Having a perfectly normal conversation with a perfectly pleasant craftsman. There's nothing inappropriate happening, nothing that should make Phainon's vision tunnel or his hands curl into fists at his sides.
But when you smileâthat radiant expression that usually feels like sunlight warming his skinâand direct it at someone else, something primitive and possessive claws its way up his throat.
"I sort fics by kudos and only kudos on stories with high kudos counts, why aren't there more stories with high kudos, I ran out of things to read." You're part of the problem.
"Authors artificially inflate comment counts by thanking people, I can't find anything with a real comment count to read." No they fucking are not, they're grateful for engagement.
"I can't read anything under 100k." That's the majority of fics you're ignoring, most novels aren't even that long.
"I don't have time to look for the incredibly rare diamond in the rough, so I won't read anything below a certain amount of kudos, comments, and hits." Those fics are popular because people gave them a chance and then snobs like you found them.
"I won't read anthing with a single typos." You made typos in that sentence, get off your high horse.
"One singular author didn't thank me for commenting, I'm never commenting on any fic again so I don't get burned." You're punishing people because someone didn't give you engagement they don't owe you that they might not have seen.
"This fic is three months old, it's so old, it doesn't matter if I comment or kudos, it's old." Fics do not have expiration dates, comment and kudos.
You're killing your fandoms with your snobbish behaviors.
There are currently 414,472 fics without a single kudos.
2,948,374 under 10 kudos
If anyone was wondering.
QUESTION:
Whoâs louder in bed, GOJO SATORU from Jujutsu Kaisen or NAGUMO YOICHI from Sakamoto Days?
ANSWER:
Gojo Satoru might be louder in bed because of his flamboyant and expressive nature. Heâs confident, enjoys attention, and isn't shy about showing off, which could translate into being more vocal in intimate situations. His touches and thrusts are likely to be bold and unrestrained, reflecting his dominant presence, though he might use his commanding demeanor to invite his partner to take charge at times. He could also use his body to fully express his enjoyment: his body tenses and shudders, his eyes shut tight, and his Adam's apple moves as he gulps from the intensity of the moment, all of which clearly show his partner how much he appreciates them. Nagumo Yoichi could also be loud, but his approach might be more about playful teasing and unpredictability. While he might have moments of being loud, his focus could be on keeping things lively and exciting rather than just being vocal. Perhaps he will use witty banter and lighthearted jokes to make the experience fun and more relaxed as he continues to move. He could shift from slow, teasing thrusts to more forceful movements without warning, leaving his partner moaning and craving more.
Loved & Lost â chapter one
pairing: gojo x f! reader
synopsis: Your marriage to Gojo Satoru was doomed from the start. You believed in fairytales, he believed in the past. Your futile attempts at gaining your husbandâs attention and affection caused more anguish than rapture. And youâre starting to wonder if you can ever survive being compared to a dead woman forever.
tags/warnings: second wife trope, modern au, arranged marriage, heavy angst, smut, fluff, mentions of su*cide, mentions of infertility, pregnancy, societal pressure, elite circles, mentions of classism, drama, cheating (emotional & physical), gojo is an assjole, reader tries her best to make the best of things, character death, talks of mental illness. artwork by mercyerr. dividers by @/cursed-carmine.
wc: 8.4k
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Youâve only seen Satoru Gojo five times before you married him.
You know close to nothing about the man, except for the fact that he was now the one you would be calling your husband.Â
The first time was years ago. You were only nine, and he was fourteen years of age. It was some sort of meeting between your fathers, one your own had brought you to after your persistent begging.Â
Never did you expect to see the young teenager with white hair and even brighter eyes standing beside his father and in front of you, holding his hand out for you to shake. Somewhere hidden in that day, an unfamiliar flutter bloomed in your stomach. It heightened when he bought you a drink from the vending machine as your fathers ushered you out of the room, insisting that you kids have some fun.Â
in case of academic emergency, kiss me
pairing â nerd satoru x fem reader
synopsis : youâve never liked musclesâtoo veiny, too try-hard, too gym-bro coded for your tasteâwhich makes satoru gojo the perfect academic crush: lean, bookish, annoyingly brilliant, and safely tucked behind oversized sweaters and wire glasses. heâs the kind of boy who corrects professors mid-lecture and times his pen clicks like a ritual, which you absolutely havenât been documenting in your notebook instead of actual math. youâre three rows behind him in advanced calculus and catastrophically gone, convinced heâs harmlessâuntil a coffee shop collision, one t-shirt, and a deeply inconvenient bicep reveal send you into a full-blown crisis you may or may not kiss your way out of.
tags -> oneshot, fluff and humor, college au, study dates that are actually dates, mutual pining, character study disguised as a crush spiral, satoru is insufferable and hot about it, reader is so mentally ill about one man, study session or seduction who can tell, she thought he was safe (he wasnât), calculus is the least of her problems, emotional damage but cute, he takes off his sweater and ruins her life, majestic art by @/rinoomii on twt âĄ
wc â 10.7k | gen. m.list | read on ao3?
a/n: this was for that one anon who requested a drabble with sleeper build nerdjo, sorry it took so long, take this 10k beast instead mwah đ˝
youâve always believed that muscles are fundamentally disgusting. Â
not in a mean wayâmore like how some people think feet are gross or how the texture of velvet makes them want to crawl out of their skin. itâs visceral, unexplainable, the way your stomach turns at the thought of all that bulging mass and veiny definition. which makes your current predicament absolutely, catastrophically ironic. Â
because here you are, sitting three rows behind satoru in advanced calculus, completely and utterly gone for a boy who couldnât look more like heâs never seen the inside of a gym if he tried. Â
May You Never Forget Me
four: friends?
pairing: former nerd!gojo x f!reader
summary: he has everything heâs ever wanted and worked hard for, except for that one girl who he's shared the most classes with in college. he never actually tried to get to know you, but he did help you in ways you'd never know⌠one of them was getting professor gakuganji fired for embarrassing you in front of the entire class.graduation day was supposed to be the day he finally confessed, only for you to not show up at all. what will he do when he sees you again 5 years later?
genre: unrequited love, smut, fluff, one-sided love, gojoâs lw crazy, very observant of reader in all there classes together, nerdjo has an existential crisis in between graduation and seeing reader again, set in the present but will have flashbacks, more to be added
notes: hellerrrrr we have 4.2k words today enjoy <33
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Satoru says your name smooth and slow after picking up the phone. You were hoping heâd pick up after the third or fourth ring, just so you had more time to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation.Â
He answered right after the first.Â
âHi Mr. Gojo.â You greet him back, trying to sound as confident as possible, but youâre sure he heard you take a deep breath before even saying anything.Â
âThought I told you to call me Satoru?â he says teasingly. Before you get the chance to even respond to that, he continues, âWhat can I do for you sweets?âÂ
You ignore the pet name and respond with a slightly more monotone voice. âNothingâ Yuki just wanted me to give you a call and thank you for the flowers. She wouldâve loved to call you herself, but her weekâs been pretty booked up.â
Good. He didnât really care to hear from her in the first place.
âNo problem,â he purrs. With the way he says it, you just know thereâs a shit eating smirk on his face. Youâre gonna kill Yuki for making you do this, throwing you into the lion's den. Without fail, he brings up the flowers that have now found a home on your desk. "What about you? Did you like the flowers I got you?â
âYeah! Theyâre uhâ very cute,â You respond, rubbing one of the petals between your fingers. A part of you wishes he never sent the flowers to begin with. With how much he texts you, you already know thereâs an ulterior motive.Â
He even tried calling you over the weekend. You never answered, it was 11:00 pm and you were asleep.
the insane experience of missing a fictional character . like you can always go back and reread the book , replay the game , rewatch the show or movie , you can always go back & see them , but you can never experience them & their story for the first time again . its absurd to miss them because they'll always be there , but you'll miss when there were still new things for them to say .
for a small time they were real & growing and changing and you hung onto every new word, but now all they can do is repeat the same story forever&ever & they're not real anymore because you know everything they're going to do. & you miss them. its fucked man...
in this way fanworks are like necromancy
know my creativity has no limits, mortal đŤś
Ronin x reader who is a cannibal but hid it from everyone including Ronin đ¤
WORDS :7729
PROMPT : SICKENING SWEETNESS
TRIGGER WARNING : Graphic Violence, Gore, Murder, Obsession, Manipulation, Death, Cannibal Themes, Dark Themes
CHARACTER USED : Ronin from Killer Chat!
SUMMARY : You were the sweetest person ever, How did you end up with Ronin, Maybe it takes a mess to understand a mess... Ronin walks in, when you're chewing the shiny bone.
HOW DELIGHTFULLY SWEET YOU ARE:
You're the very essence of sweetnessâlike a burst of sunshine and a cloud of warmth all in one. A heart dipped in honey, every word you utter feels like itâs been dusted with sugar, and your presence is as comforting as the softest blanket. You exude an undeniable charm, effortlessly weaving love and kindness into every moment. Youâre a living, breathing masterpiece of warmth, kindness, and beauty, and if sweetness were a currency, you'd be the wealthiest person alive.
Someone as pure and gentle as you⌠itâs almost unreal that youâd end up with Ronin Beaufort. But here you are, in his world, where sweetness meets chaos. How perfectly twisted, don't you think?
Being in a relationship with Ronin? Itâs something you never couldâve predicted. You walked in with the belief that he would never captivate youâhow could he? His whole aura screamed danger, chaos, and unpredictability. He wasnât the type to get under anyoneâs skin. He was the one who did the damage. You were too kind, too soft, too⌠sweet for someone like him.
But then, little by little, something shifted. You started seeing the cracks in that devilish mask, and underneath, you found a deeper, more complicated person than anyone ever expected. His flirtations became a twisted kind of affection, his threats, strangely, a form of intimacy. And somewhere, somehow, without even realizing it, you fell into his worldâhis chaotic, dark, yet strangely magnetic world.
The more you fought him, the more you were drawn in. He pushed you to your limits, but in doing so, he peeled back layers of yourself you never knew existed. And when you realized itâwhen you understood how far you'd fallenâit was almost like a sick joke. You? Falling for someone like him?
But here you are, tangled in his grip, willingly wrapped in the chaos and the thrill of his twisted love. Itâs dangerous, yes. But thereâs no denying it: you wouldnât have it any other way.
u. The table before you was set with a single plate, a fork, and a knifeâneatly arranged, as if this were some normal, respectable meal. But it wasnât.
Oh, it so wasnât.
You sighed, staring at the piece of meat on your plate. Cooked to perfection, slightly charred at the edges, seared just enough to lock in the juices. The smell was rich, mouthwatering. You hated that part the mostâthe fact that it smelled good. That it tasted even better. That despite every ounce of shame that sat heavy in your chest, despite every promise you made to yourself that this is the last time, you knew deep down... it wouldnât be.
Your fingers gripped the fork tightly, pressing the prongs into the tender flesh. You could hear it now, Roninâs voice in your head, laughing, teasing:
"Really, sweetheart? All that sugar and spice, and this is your dirty little secret?"
No. No, no, no. He could never know.
Your serial killer friends didnât even know. Which, honestly, was insane. They knew you were no saint, sure. You had your fun. But they all thought you were just⌠well, a little bloodthirsty, maybe. A sweet little thing with a bite, a killer, sure, but not like this. No one could ever know.
You sliced into the meat with practiced ease, lifting a piece to your lips, hesitating for just a moment.
This is the last time.
You popped it into your mouth.
âŚ
Goddamn it, why was it so good?!
Your head hit the table with a dramatic thud, groaning into the wood as the taste flooded your senses. You hated this. You hated yourself for loving it. The texture, the richness, the way it melted just right on your tongueâlike the best cut of steak youâd ever had. And the worst part? The worst, absolute worst part?
You knew exactly who this was.
You sat up, chewing slowly, staring at the remains on your plate.
"Sorry, Pastor Jim," you muttered around your bite. "You really shouldâve stopped touching choir boys."
You stabbed another piece, eating with a little less guilt.
Because technically, you were still keeping to your moral code, right? You only went after the worst of the worst. And itâs not like you meant to start eating them! That had been an accident! A very unfortunate accident involving a freezer, a power outage, and a very poor sense of food preservation. But after that first taste? Yeah. Yeah, it became a problem.
You shoveled another bite into your mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
Ronin would never let you live this down if he found out.
Oh, heâd love the murder partâheâd practically applaud you for it. Maybe even invite you on one of his little outings. But this? This would be his golden ticket to bullying you for eternity. Heâd never shut up about it. You could already hear him.
"Oh, doll, you mean to tell me all this time youâve been lookinâ at me like a snack, you meant it literally?"
You dropped your fork and groaned again. No. Nope. That was nightmare fuel.
You reached for a napkin, dabbing your lips as if you hadnât just committed an unforgivable sin. The plate was almost clean now, the evidence disappearing bite by bite. As much as you hated yourself for it, at least it was practical. Waste not, want not, right?
Still. You needed to get out of this habit before you really fucked up. Youâd been careful, so insanely careful, but all it took was one slip-up, one little mistake, and suddenly youâd go from âmysterious and deadlyâ to âliteral horror movie monster.â
You sighed, pushing your plate away, feeling full but entirely unsatisfied. The guilt was still there, coiling like a snake in your gut, whispering, This isnât normal. Youâre a freak.
Like that was news.
You stood, stretching, rolling out your shoulders as you walked over to the fridge. Opening it, you took a moment to survey the contents, lips pursing. You had normal food in there. You could just eat normal food. Maybe. Probably.
You shut the fridge.
Later problem.
For now, you needed to clean up and make sure no one ever found out about this.
And, more importantly, make sure Ronin never, ever found out.
Because one thing was certain: if he didâŚ
You would never hear the end of it.
The clock read 2:47 AM. The server was quietâeveryone else had gone to sleep, the usual chatter of chaos and mayhem dying down for the night. Well, almost everyone.
One handle still glowed in the dark.
Goreboy.
You smirked, clicking on the voice chat. The moment it connected, his voice came through, low and lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
"Hey, whatâs up, darlinâ? Canât sleep? Or just missed my face too much?"
You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair. "Itâs just⌠missing. And both."
He chuckled, the kind of sound that dripped with amusement, but also a little bit of something elseâsomething that made your stomach twist in ways you werenât ready to admit.
"So, whatâd you wanna ask me for?"
You blinked. "For�"
A dramatic sigh from the other end. "Idiot. Valentineâs."
Oh. Right. Last year had been a disaster. Mostly because he thought itâd be funny to leave you a gift-wrapped corpseâfreshly skinned, because of course heâd go the extra mile. It had ended in a chase, a near-stabbing, and an impromptu rooftop knife fight that nearly landed both of you in jail.
Ah, memories.
But this year, you had both agreedâno killing each other for Valentineâs.
Which meant you had to get him something.
"So," you started, tapping your fingers on the desk, "what do you want?"
Roninâs faceâwell, his emoji reactionâpopped up on the server. A middle finger.
"Why would you ask for a goddamn gift?" he grumbled. "Youâre supposed to surprise your lover. Thatâs, like, the whole point, sweetheart."
You huffed. "And yet, last year, I got a literal human hide on my doorstep."
"I thought it was romantic."
"You thought wrong."
A pause. Then, a laugh. "Fine. Flowers. Thatâll do."
You blinked. "Flowers? Like⌠lilies or something?"
"Sure. Whatever. Iâm not picky."
"Okay!" you chirped.
And for a second, just a second, there was silence. Something rare when it came to Ronin.
Then, in a tone so casual it made your blood run coldâ"Midnight snack?"
Your heart stopped.
You sat up straight. "What?"
"You been eating, sweetheart? Kinda weird, this late at night. But, uh, mostly just wondering âcause you got ketchup on the end of your lips."*
âŚOh.
OH.
Your hand shot up to your mouth, wiping at the corner.
You looked at your fingers.
That was not ketchup.
You shot up from your chair. "Iâll be right back!"
You rushed to the bathroom, practically tripping over your own feet as you scrambled to wash your hands. The bloodânot ketchupâclung to your fingers, vivid and fresh. You were quick, but not quick enough to forget that Ronin had seen it.
Your heart hammered in your chest, and for a moment, you froze, staring at the sink, the sound of running water filling the silence. It was too closeâthe slip-up, the small hint of a mistake that could unravel everything. The last thing you wanted was for him to know.
He didnât notice. He didnât notice. Heâs too busy being an idiot to notice.
You scrubbed your hands furiously, trying to erase any trace of it, the red staining the water swirling down the drain, just like the thoughts in your head. Itâs fine. Youâve done worse.
You wiped your hands on a towel, your mind racing. He hadnât called you out on it. Yet. And it wasnât like he needed to know, right? Please, don't notice.
You shook your head, trying to brush off the paranoia creeping in. Of course, he'd notice. Ronin noticed everything.
But for now, you were in the clear.
You took a deep breath, checking your reflection in the mirror, making sure you didnât look too guilty. You ran your tongue over your lips, still tasting the remnants of that awful little snack.
It was weird, you thought. You hated it, but also? It was surprisingly good.
You turned on your heel, heading back to the computer with a forced smile on your face, your pulse still thrumming in your ears.
"Everything okay, darling?" Ronin's voice came through, smooth and teasing, as if he hadnât even noticed your brief disappearance.
"Yeah, yeah, Iâm fine," you said, trying to act casual, even as your mind screamed at you.
"Mm. Good." His voice held that strange amusement, as if he was watching you. "Better not be hiding anything, sweetheart."
Both of you were uncharacteristically stillâsomething had shifted, some unspoken tension that made everything feel⌠off.
Roninâs voice had been teasing at first, but now, as the minutes passed, it felt like he was holding something back. And then, the blush hit. You werenât sure if it was him or you who started it first, but it was unmistakable. His voice took on an almost shy edge when he spoke again.
"Kay⌠Better not let you be a not sleeper this time," he said, the words almost careful as if testing the waters. "That time your fucking manager almost made you... frickinâ not sleeper. We wouldnât want that, right?"
You let out a soft chuckle, but even you knew it was a little too nervous. The memory of that incident was still too freshâthe way youâd almost been pushed to the edge by that workaholic manager, the constant pressure, the stress. It had taken everything in you to keep functioning, but Roninâs comment seemed to shift the mood, the tension, and for a moment, your walls cracked.
"Yeah..." you said, your voice soft, almost a whisper. "But I wouldnât mind speaking to you. You know? Speaking to you is enough."
You didnât even know why you said it, why it felt so vulnerable all of a sudden, but there it was. You were falling deeper, and you couldnât help it.
"Hah⌠Iâm really a hopeless romantic, huh?" You sighed, the weight of your own words settling in. You hated how much you were giving away with every little thing you said, every little action. But somehow, with Ronin, it didnât feel like weakness. It felt like⌠something else.
"Well, hit me up," Roninâs voice came through again, but this time, it was softerâan almost teasing undercurrent that made your heart flutter. "We could spend Valentineâs at mine⌠or yours. Or hell, that alleyway we ran into each other in last time."
You flushed, unable to control the heat that rushed to your cheeks at the thought. The alleyway was a place youâd never forgetâthe smell of blood in the air, the thrill of the chase, the way everything had felt so⌠alive.
"IâI donât know about the alleyway," you stammered, feeling the tips of your ears burn. "But, sure, we could⌠we could do something like that. Iâm not picky."
Another laugh, low and dangerous. "Yeah, youâre always the one whoâs not picky, huh?"
And then you heard it. The sound of him clearing his throat. Was he blushing, too?
"Youâre really going to make me lose my shit over this, huh?"
You bit your lip to suppress a smile, but you couldnât help it. Ronin was a lot of thingsâvolatile, unpredictable, darkâbut he was also fun. And somehow, against your better judgment, you liked that. You liked the dangerous little dance you two played.
"But," he continued, his voice now tinged with something almost sweet, "I donât want to sleep deprive you again."
Your heart fluttered at the way he phrased it. Sleep deprivation⌠was that his way of caring? Of worrying about you? Or was it just his twisted way of showing affection? You couldnât tell anymore.
You tilted your head, staring at the screen. The words you wanted to say got caught in your throat. Does he care, or is this all just part of the game?
"Well, I do have to work," you said, shifting uncomfortably in your chair, the weight of it all sinking in. "Manager said thereâs more writing to do."
Roninâs voice changed in an instant. You could hear the frustration, the tension rising as he cursed under his breath. "What the fuck? More writing? Are they insane?" He sounded genuinely pissed now, and it wasnât the playful anger you were used toâit was something more serious.
You winced. "Yeah, I know. Itâs a lot."
"Fucking hell," he growled, a rare tone of annoyance seeping into his voice. "You need a break. Donât let them fucking work you to death. What are they thinking, pushing you like that?"
You chuckled nervously, trying to mask the heaviness that weighed on you. "Itâs fine. I can handle it."
But Ronin wasnât having it. "No, you canât. Fuck that." The silence that followed felt almost too loud. "Do whatever you want, but donât overwork yourself. I swear to God, if you doom yourself like.."
Your breath hitched.
"RoninâŚ" you whispered, barely audible. "Iâll be fine. Donât worry about me."
There was a long, heavy pause. Then, with a sigh, Ronin muttered under his breath, "I donât want to hear about it if you end up like that. You hear me?"
You bit your lip, your eyes stinging. He wasnât just angry anymore; he was worried. Maybe even protective. And you were terrified that you might like it.
"I hear you," you said softly, but it wasnât enough.
You glanced at the clock. Valentineâs was approaching. And you? You had a lot of thinking to do.
The call ended abruptly, but you were still left staring at your screen for a few moments, lingering in the silence that filled the room. You hadnât expected Ronin to hang up so soon, but maybe he wasnât one for goodbyes. After all, when it came to Ronin, it was always about the moment rather than anything after.
Just as you were about to put your phone down, your screen flashed with a new message.
Goreboy: "Why not stay on the call until you fall asleep?"
Your lips curled into a smile as you quickly typed a reply. "I don't want you to worry." You meant it, but there was always a part of you that liked the idea of him sticking around, even if he didnât seem to care about you quite the way you cared about him.
The response came almost instantly.
Goreboy: "Iâm not worried, sweetheart. Youâre just a rotten saint, too good for your own shit."
You chuckled at that. "Rotten saint, huh? Sounds about right." You sat back in your chair, feeling the comfort of the familiar exchange. Something about him being around always made the long hours of work seem more bearable. It was easy to get lost in the chaos of his teasing, and his dark sense of humor made the night seem... lighter.
You: "Well, Iâd like that. Letâs do it then."
And so, you returned to typing, the soft clack of your keyboard the only sound between you and the quiet hum of the night. He didnât say much at first, but you could hear the occasional rustle on his end, the shift of his posture or the sound of him stretching. You couldnât see him, but you could almost picture it.
You laughed at something funny in the book, your fingers moving almost too quickly to keep up. You two chatted about anything and everythingâhis usual dark humor, your frustrations with the latest writing assignment. Every now and then, youâd get caught up in a tangent, bantering back and forth until the conversation felt easy and natural, like the two of you werenât constantly circling each other in some game neither could win.
As the hours passed, the yawns began.
You felt a wave of exhaustion crashing over you. Your eyes drooped, your head growing heavy, but you fought itâif only for a little longer. It was nice, being able to laugh with him, to share the quiet moments that didnât need words.
But as the minutes ticked by, it was clear your body wasnât going to listen. Your words became slower, your typing more erratic, and before long, the yawns became impossible to hide.
"ShitâŚ" you muttered, rubbing your eyes. "I think Iâm falling asleep."
You heard Roninâs voice through the speaker, low and almost playful. "You sure youâre not just bored of me already?"
You chuckled softly. "No... just tired, I guess."
There was another pause, but you could hear him shift in his seat, the slight rasp of his breath as he yawned, too.
"Yeah⌠Iâm getting there too," he said, the words thick with exhaustion. "Guess youâll have to deal with me being sleepy now. Howâs that for fun?"
You smiled, your head sinking into your pillow. "Itâs fine," you murmured, your voice soft, nearly a whisper. "I donât mind."
He let out a quiet huff, but it was different from the usual playful smirk. It sounded⌠gentler, more like he was actually considering something, his usual sarcasm dulled by the exhaustion that hung heavy in his voice.
And then, just as you were slipping further into that comfortable, drowsy haze, you heard him sigh.
"Itâs not that healthy," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "At least you're asleep now."
You barely registered the words before they faded into nothing, your eyes closing.
"Good night," he whispered softly, his voice low, almost tender in its quiet warmth.
You wanted to say something, to reply, but the words died on your lips as sleep finally claimed you, the exhaustion sweeping you away before you could even react.
The last thing you heard was the sound of Roninâs breath on the other end of the line, as if he, too, had surrendered to the pull of sleep.
"Good night, sweetheart," he repeated, and then the call ended.
This is the last time, He talked with you. At least you didn't come online, Angel told him to check up on you before she uses her gun.
Your house was quiet. Peaceful, even.
Well, except for the fact that you were currently sitting on the kitchen floor, absentmindedly chewing on a cooked leg.
Not your leg, of course. That would be ridiculous. No, it belonged to your now ex-manager, who was currently in several pieces scattered across your apartment. You hadnât planned on killing him, but he just wouldnât shut up about your deadlines, your workload, how you werenât being "grateful enough" for all the opportunities he gave you. Heâd pushed you, and pushed youâuntil you pushed back.
And now? Now he was dinner.
You sighed, poking at a plate of slightly undercooked meat with a fork. Youâd always hated this part of yourself, the part that craved something you shouldnât. It was disgusting. It was wrong. And yet, the taste... well. You werenât about to lie to yourself.
You took another bite.
And that was exactly when Ronin kicked open your front door.
"What the fuâ"
You froze mid-bite, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. Ronin, meanwhile, was standing in your doorway, expression torn between disbelief and absolute amusement. He scanned the scene before himâblood smeared across the floor, the half-butchered body slumped over the couch, you sitting there like a guilty puppy with a mouth full of human flesh.
You swallowed slowly. "...I can explain."
Ronin blinked. "Can you?"
You considered your options. "No."
A beat of silence.
Then, he cackled. Not just a chuckle, but a full-on, throw-your-head-back kind of laugh. "Holy shit," he gasped between laughs. "*I thought you were just some cute little killer, but this? This isâOh my fucking God!"
"Listen!" you said, standing up and wiping your mouth as if that would somehow erase the crime. "Itâsâokay, itâs exactly what it looks like, butâ"
"YOUâRE A FUCKING CANNIBAL!" he howled, doubling over, hands on his knees. "Oh, this is the best thing Iâve ever seen. Fuck Valentineâs Day, this is my real gift!"
You scowled, crossing your arms. "You donât have to be so loud about it."
"*Are you kidding? This is hilarious!" He wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Angel thought you were dead, and instead, youâre in here having a romantic dinner for one with your goddamn manager! Jesus, sweetheart, you couldâve told me you had a taste for this kind of thing."
You huffed. "Because youâd react so well?"
"*Iâm reacting great!" he gestured wildly at the room. "This is the best fucking plot twist of my life! Youâve been holding out on me!"
You muttered under your breath, "I hate being like this."
Ronin grinned, stepping closer, his boots splashing in a puddle of blood. "But you still do it."
You didnât answer. You just turned away, rubbing your temple. "Are you going to tell Angel?"
"Oh, absolutely," he said without hesitation.
"Ronin."
"Okay, fine," he smirked. "I wonât. But only because I wanna see how long it takes her to figure it out on her own. Could be fun!*"
You groaned, sinking back into a chair. "I canât believe this is happening."
"*I can." He sat on the counter, kicking his legs like a child. "So, whatâs the verdict? Tastes good?"
You stared at him for a long moment before muttering, "...Yeah."
Ronin was still laughing. How was he still laughing?
He was clutching his stomach, cackling like youâd just told him the funniest joke in the world instead of, you know, revealing that you were a literal serial cannibal.
"Angel is going to love this," he wheezed, wiping at his eyes. "I mean, fuck, I thought you were just some adorable little killer, but this? Oh, sweetheart, this isâthis is something special."
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the blood-smeared counter. "Yeah, well, keep it to yourself," you muttered. "Sheâd have a heart attack if she knew."
"Oh, absolutely," he grinned, still catching his breath. "Which is exactly why Iâm tempted to tell her."
"Ronin."
"Relax, relax," he smirked, waving a hand. "I wonât. But I will be thinking about it. Every time she nags me, Iâm gonna remember that you are out here making gourmet fucking human dinners, and itâs gonna make my entire week."
You exhaled, dragging a hand down your face. "God, why did I let you into my house?"
"Because you secretly love my company," he said smugly, hopping off the counter. "Now, câmon, you said you needed to clean up, right? Letâs do it."
"Wait," you smirked, a sudden idea sparking in your mind. "Actually, I was thinking⌠you could help me cook instead."
His laughter stopped. He blinked at you. Then his lips curled into a wild grin. "You are so fucked up, and I am so in love with that."
You ignored the way your stomach flipped at that. "So thatâs a yes?"
"*Thatâs a *fuck yes.**"
Midnight Cooking Show: Cannibal Edition
The two of you stood over the kitchen counter, your managerâs remains laid out in a disturbingly organized manner. You had spent the last few minutes separating the best cuts, while Ronin was busy washing the parts that were, in his words, "too chewy for my taste, but hey, Iâm not the one eating this sick shit."
"So, whatâs the dish, Chef?" he grinned, leaning against the sink. "Please tell me weâre making something fancy. Like, I dunno, some five-star shit. Letâs turn this asshole into a delicacy."
You smirked, grabbing a knife. "Ever had Char Siu?"
Roninâs eyebrows shot up. "Are you fucking kidding? Thatâs, like, the best thing ever. That sweet, sticky, roasted pork shit? That?"
You grinned wider. "That. Except, well⌠porkâs off the menu.*"
Ronin howled with laughter. "Youâre insane. I love it. Letâs do it."
Cooking Instructions (as narrated by you and Ronin, because he wouldnât shut up)
Step One: Choosing the Meat
"Alright, weâre looking for the tender stuff, right?" you said, eyeing the cuts. "Something fatty but not too fatty."
Ronin tilted his head, considering. "I feel like an asshole saying this, but our dear ex-manager here was kinda scrawny. Might be a bit tough."
"Thatâs what marinating is for," you hummed, grabbing a particularly meaty thigh. "This should work."
"God, Iâm never looking at a butcher shop the same way again," Ronin snorted. "This is so fucked up and I am having the best time."
Step Two: The Marinade
"Alright," you said, pulling out the ingredients. "Weâre gonna need honey, hoisin sauce, soy sauce, Chinese five-spice, Shaoxing wine, oyster sauceâ"
"Okay, okay, wait a goddamn second," Ronin interrupted, pointing at you. "Are you telling me that your cannibal ass just had all this on hand? Like, you were prepared to make human Char Siu?"
You blinked. "I like cooking."
He doubled over. "Holy fuck, I canâtâ Youâre out here casually prepping for gourmet murder meals, and you want me to believe youâre ashamed of being a cannibal? Sweetheart, you are BUILT for this."
You huffed, shoving a bowl into his hands. "Shut up and mix the marinade."
"With pleasure."
Step Three: Marinate the Meat
Ronin watched as you coated the leg meat in the thick, dark-red sauce, the sweet-smoky aroma filling the kitchen.
"You know," he mused, propping his chin on his hand, "Iâve seen some fucked up shit. But watching you massage sauce into a manâs thigh like itâs a goddamn steak might just be my new favorite memory."
"I hate you," you said, completely void of heat.
"You love me," he grinned.
You ignored the way your face burned. "It needs to marinate for a few hours," you said instead. "Overnight would be best, but I doubt we have that kind of time."
"Booooo," he pouted. "Fine, whatâs next?"
Step Four: Roasting
You slid the marinated human flesh onto a roasting rack, setting the oven to the perfect temperature.
Ronin leaned against the counter, watching you with too much amusement. "So, uh, just wonderingâŚ"
"What?" you asked without looking up.
"When do I get a taste?"
You froze. Then, slowly, you turned to him, smile too sharp. "You donât."
His grin faltered. "âŚHuh?"
"Youâre not eating this."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because I said so." You leaned in slightly. "Youâre mine, Ronin. I donât share my food, and I donât eat the things I like."
For the first time tonight, he was the one caught off guard. His smirk flickered, eyes scanning your face, looking for⌠something.
Then, he grinned. A slow, dangerous thing. "Oh, sweetheart." His voice was lower, sweeter. "That was the hottest thing youâve ever said to me."
You rolled your eyes. "Just go set the table."
Dinner for One (Plus One Obsessed Serial Killer Boyfriend Watching You Eat)
The aroma that filled the kitchen was heavenly. The glazed, caramelized crust of the human-Char-Siu gleamed under the kitchen light, a perfect blend of smoky, sweet, and savory.
Ronin watched intensely as you took your first bite, his chin resting on his hands.
"Well?" he smirked. "Howâs our dear ex-manager tasting?"
You chewed slowly, savoring the rich, perfectly seasoned meat. After a moment, you swallowed, licking your lips. "Mmmm⌠tender. The marinade really helped."
Ronin whistled. "Damn. Maybe I should take up cooking."
"You can help clean instead."
"Ew, no. Thatâs boring."
"Then sit there and shut up."
"Aye-aye, Captain Cannibal."
He grinned as you continued eating, watching you with something intense, fascinated, and a little dangerous.
And you?
You chewed, swallowed, and pretended you werenât thinking about how Ronin would taste.
"You know, you look cute like that," Ronin murmured, propping his chin on his palm as he watched you scrape off the last bits of blood from the counter. "White clothes were a bold choice, though. Now you look like a bloodied lily."
You paused, glancing down at yourself. Your white button-up, once pristine, was now splattered with deep crimson. You were drenched in itâsmudged across your sleeves, streaked along your cheek, staining your collar.
"Cute," you echoed dryly. "I look like a crime scene."
Ronin grinned. "Yeah. But a pretty one."
You sighed, tossing a rag at him. "Shut up and help me clean, lover boy."
He caught it easily but made no move to help. Instead, his grin widened, his eyes dark with amusement. "You know," he drawled, "since Valentineâs Day is coming up, Iâve been thinkingâŚ"
You raised an eyebrow, still scrubbing the floor. "Thinking about what?"
"Your gift."
That made you pause. You turned to him slowly. "Ronin."
"What?" He was way too smug.
"If this is a cannibal jokeâ"
"Oh, it absolutely is."
"Ronin."
He laughed, finally pushing himself off the counter. "Relax, sweetheart. No human meat in your chocolates. Probably."
"Probably?"
"No promises."
You groaned, turning back to your cleaning. "I swear to God, if I find even a hint of flesh in whatever you get meâ"
"Then youâll love me anyway, because you already do," he finished smoothly, flashing you that damn grin.
You scowled at him, pointedly ignoring the heat in your face. "Whatâs the actual gift, then?"
He hummed, tilting his head as if considering it. Then, suddenly, his gaze shifted. Lowered. Darkened.
And then he smiled.
Not his usual cocky, playful smirk.
Something softer. Deeper. Dangerous in a way that made your heart skip.
"I already saw my gift," he murmured.
You blinked. "âŚWhat?"
He didnât elaborate. He just kept looking at you, as if you had already given him something he wasnât willing to name.
You opened your mouth, about to demand an explanation, but he had already turned away, grabbing a sponge.
"Câmon, letâs finish cleaning up," he said casually, as if he hadnât just dropped something on you and walked away.
You frowned, staring at him for a few seconds longer. But he didnât look back.
You exhaled, shaking your head.
Fine.
Youâd let it go. For now.
Valentineâs Day. The day of romance, devotion, and in your caseâwaiting in a corpse-themed purgatory for your unhinged serial killer boyfriend.
Because of course you were.
You werenât in some cute little cafĂŠ, or at a fancy dinner with overpriced wine. No. You were sitting on an overturned crate in Roninâs personal murder studio, a dingy, bloodstained alleyway that smelled like iron and bad decisions. A place where the pavement was practically screaming for an exorcism.
Romantic, right?
You sighed, adjusting the heart-shaped box in your hands. Inside was a batch of apple crumble chocolates, apple crumble brownies, and an apple crumble cheesecake, because Roninâannoyinglyâhad mentioned once that he liked apple crumble ice cream, and your dumb, smitten heart had latched onto that information like a leech.
You glanced around at your surroundings, unimpressed.
A "Happy Valentineâs Day" banner wouldâve really brightened this place up. Maybe some candles. Or bleach. Yeah. A lot of bleach.
But honestly, what the hell else did you expect? Candlelit dinners werenât exactly Roninâs vibeâunless the candles were being used to torture someone.
Still, you sighed. He was late. Typical.
You kicked a stray piece of⌠something. Meat. Maybe. You werenât going to check.
Waiting here was a mistake.
Ten Ways Ronin Had Annoyed You This Week: He kept making cannibal jokes. Every damn conversation. No escape. Called you "Gourmet Hannibal" like it was a fucking title. Asked if your favorite song was âEat Me Aliveâ by Judas Priest. Claimed he was âchecking his fingers just in caseâ whenever you looked at his hands too long. Said, âIâm a snack, but not like that,â at least five times. Every time you ate, he dramatically recoiled like you were about to rip his throat out. You bit into a steak, and he muttered, âDamn, there goes another one.â Started calling you âTooth Fairyâ because you had âa weirdly specific taste.â When you asked him to drop it, he said, âYou first.â Brought you an actual human tooth in a jewelry box and asked if that was a âromantic gestureâ or a âfucking problem.â (It was both.) (And Angel suggested him this. It takes a cannibal to fucking know another)
And despite all of that, you were still standing here. With chocolates.
God, you were down bad.
Instead, all you got were a few ominous puddles, some suspicious stains, and a crowbar leaning against the wall like it was waiting for its next victim. So romantic.
You checked the time on your phone. Ronin was late.
Oh, what, was he busy? Did he have better things to do on Valentineâs Day than see you? What, was he murdering someone else?
Cheating bastard.
You huffed and crossed your arms, scowling at the empty alleyway.
And then, because you were bored, you started making up excuses for him.
Maybe he was picking flowers. You doubted it. Last time someone handed him a bouquet, he used it to smother a guy.
Maybe he got distracted by something shiny. Likely. Ronin had the attention span of a caffeinated raccoon.
Maybe he got arrested. Again.
Maybe he was actually planning something really sweet and elaborate for you. HA. Yeah, no.
Maybe he was testing you to see if youâd get impatient and kill someone while waiting. Classic Ronin move.
You kicked a stray pebble, sighing dramatically. He was taking forever.
At this point, you were tempted to start leaving cryptic messages in blood just to pass the time. Maybe something poetic. Something that would make future detectives stare at the crime scene and go "What the hell does this mean?"
Maybe something simple, like:
"Men will literally commit murder instead of going to therapy."
Or, if you were feeling extra dramatic:
"My Valentine is LATE and Iâm NOT MAD but if I WAS, there would be CONSEQUENCES."
You pulled out your phone and considered texting him something passive-aggressive, just to be a menace.
Maybe: "Are you cheating on me with your victims? :("
Or: "I swear to God, if you stood me up, Iâm eating all this chocolate myself and then killing you for making me eat that much sugar."
Or, if you wanted to really get under his skin:
"Hey, Iâm just gonna leave this box of sweets here, okay? Hope some random guy enjoys them! :D"
That one would definitely get a reaction.
You smirked to yourself, already typing.
But before you could hit sendâ
A voice drawled from behind you.
"Damn, sweetheart. You look so cute when youâre plotting."
You startled, whipping around.
And there he was.
Ronin Beaufort, in all his smug, late-ass glory, grinning at you like he hadnât just made you sit in a bloodstained alleyway for an HOUR.
You narrowed your eyes. "Youâre late."
"Fashionably."
"You donât even have a watch."
"Exactly."
You huffed, shoving the box of chocolates into his hands. "Here. Happy Valentineâs, you menace."
His brows lifted slightly in surprise before he smirked. "A gift? For me? You shouldnât have."
"I really shouldnât have."
He snorted and popped open the box, blinking at the sheer excessive amount of apple crumble-themed sweets inside.
Then he looked at you.
Then back at the chocolates.
Then back at you.
And thenâ
The bastard laughed.
Like, full-on cackled.
"Oh, youâre OBSESSED with me," he teased, grinning like the absolute menace he was. "Damn, sweetheart, this is embarrassing for you."
You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and eat."
"You love me SO much itâs ridiculous."
"Ronin."
"Like, imagine being this whippedâ"
"RONIN."
"I feel so flatteredâ"
"RONIN, JUST EAT THE DAMN CHOCOLATES."
He snickered but finally picked one up, popping it into his mouth.
And thenâ
He froze.
You smirked. "Good?"
He chewed slowly, his expression unreadable.
Then he swallowed and looked at you.
And for once, Ronin was speechless.
You grinned. "Told you I was good at baking."
He blinked. "Sweetheart, I donât know if I wanna kiss you or kill you right now."
"Romantic."
"No, seriously, what the hell?" He grabbed another one, taking a bigger bite. "Why is this actually amazing?"
"Because I have actual skills, unlike you."
"Wow. Bold of you to disrespect my artistic talent."
"Beating a guy to death with a crowbar is not artistic talent."
"SAYS YOU."
You laughed, shaking your head.
For a brief moment, there was silence.
Then, much softer, Ronin spoke. "Thanks, sweetheart. Really."
You blinked at him.
And there it was again.
That look.
That look he gave you sometimes, when he thought you werenât paying attention.
The one that was too soft for him, too raw. The one that made your chest tighten and your stomach flip.
You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling way too warm. "Yeah, yeah. Happy Valentineâs, loser."
Ronin grinned. "Happy Valentineâs, darling."
And, with zero warning, he leaned in and kissed you.
Oh.
OH.
Your brain short-circuited.
But you barely had a second to process it before he pulled away, smug as hell, licking a bit of apple crumble chocolate off his lips.
"Mmm. Sweet," he murmured, shooting you a wink.
And then, just to be a menace, he addedâ
"Kinda tastes like human flesh, though."
You smacked his arm. "RONIN!"
He cackled.
Valentineâs Day. A day of love, romance, andâ apparentlyâreceiving an actual human heart in a goddamn box.
You blinked down at it, tilting your head like a curious little puppy.
It was fresh. Still glistening. Still warm. Nestled inside a bed of black tissue paper, a stark contrast to the pale pink ribbon tied around the lid. There was a letter tucked neatly inside, pressed against the inner lining.
You didnât open it. Not yet.
Instead, you just⌠stared at the heart.
And then you smiled.
Because ohâoh, this was so cute.
Your face practically lit up, your eyes shimmering with the kind of sickeningly sweet delight that could rot an entire dentistâs career. You clasped your hands together, a lovestruck little sigh slipping from your lips.
And thenâ
You picked up the heart.
With your bare hands.
And gently, lovingly, sweetly held it to your cheek.
Like a cherished stuffed animal.
Like it was the cutest thing anyone had ever given you.
Because to youâit was.
Your voice practically dripped with saccharine delight. "Ohhh, Ronin⌠you SHOULDNâT HAVE!"
Ronin, who was leaning oh-so-casually against the alley wall, just grinned. Like the absolute menace he was. "You like it, sweetheart?"
"LIKE it?" You gasped, offended by his lack of confidence in his own romantic gesture. "Ronin, I LOVE it."
You nuzzled the heart slightly, sighing in contentment.
Like it wasnât a literal organ from a probably-still-warm corpse.
Like this was a plushie and not something that had been inside a human being ten minutes ago.
"Youâre so thoughtful!" you cooed, holding the heart up like it was the most precious thing in the world. "Oh my God, my boyfriend is so romantic. He literally got me a heart for Valentineâs! What a sweetheart!"
Ronin cackled, "Sweetheart, youâre actually insane."
"Says the guy who just gave me a heart in a box," you shot back, giving him an adorably scolding little pout.
He snorted. "Okay, yeah, fair. But I mean⌠well, I thought you might appreciate it more than flowers.*"
"You THOUGHT RIGHT!"
You cradled the heart in your hands, your expression practically glowing with love and adoration.
Like someone had just gifted you the rarest diamond in existence.
Like you werenât holding a fresh, dripping, human organ.
Ronin watched you, his eyes dancing with amusement.
He had expected a reaction.
Shock. Maybe a flustered little squeak. Possibly even an affectionate slap to the arm.
But this?
This wasâŚ
So. Much. Better.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Youâre seriously hugging a heart right now."
"Because itâs sweet, Ronin! Itâs so SWEET!" you insisted, gushing over it like a lovestruck schoolgirl. "You gave me something that symbolizes love in the most LITERAL way possible! Itâs like saying âI love you with all my heartââbut PHYSICALLY! Thatâs so poetic!"
Ronin just stared at you, grinning like a lunatic. "Youâre so damn cute, itâs ridiculous."
You beamed at him. "I KNOW!"
And then, like the sickeningly sweet thing you were, you held the heart close to your chest and sighed. "This is the best Valentineâs Day ever."
Ronin just laughed.
Because of COURSE this was your reaction.
Of course you, his hopelessly adorable, sickeningly sweet, horror movie protagonist of a lover, would treat a bloody human heart like it was a goddamn teddy bear.
HEARTFELT!
God. He was so obsessed with you.
You tilted your head, blinking up at him. "So? Where did you get it?"
Ronin raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What, you wanna know the sourcing? What are you, a food critic?*"
"I mean, a good gift comes with a story!" You twirled a strand of hair around your finger, genuinely eager. "Like, did you rip it out yourself? Was it a special kill? Was it from someone annoying? Is this a love rivalâs heart? Did you monologue before taking it out? Câmon, tell meee!"
Ronin grinned. "Damn, sweetheart, you wanna know all the gory details?"
"Of course!"
"Youâre adorable."
"I KNOW!"
Ronin laughed again, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, alright. If you MUST knowâ"
Before he could continue, your eyes sparkled as a thought hit you.
You gasped, clutching the heart tighter. "Oh my Godâ"
Ronin blinked. "What?"
Your entire face lit up. "I should PRESERVE it!"
Ronin⌠stared. "Iâm sorry, what?"
"OHMYGOD, ITâLL BE LIKE A SENTIMENTAL KEEPSAKE!"
You spun around, practically twirling in excitement. "I can keep it in a jar! Oh! Or taxidermy it into a cute little display piece! Maybe put it in resin! OR! OR! I could make it into a necklaceâ"
"*SWEETHEART.**"
You whipped back around. "YES?"
Ronin was wheezing. "You are SOâ" He choked on his own laughter, running a hand down his face. "I fucking LOVE you."
You giggled, hugging the heart closer. "I KNOW!"
Ronin shook his head, still grinning. "Damn. You really just accepted a human organ like it was a bouquet of roses."
"BETTER than roses!" you chirped. "Flowers wilt, but this? This is LOVE. This is COMMITMENT."
Ronin chuckled, watching you with that ridiculous fondness in his gaze. "Youâre actually insane."
"I PREFER ADORABLY ECCENTRIC!"
"Youâre both."
You grinned. "I KNOW!"
Ronin sighed, still grinning, before nodding towards the box. "You gonna read the letter, or just keep caressing the damn thing?"
Your eyes widened. "OH RIGHT, THE LETTER!"
You gently (and very reluctantly) set the heart back inside the box before snatching up the envelope.
It was sealed with red wax.
You gasped. "OHMYGOD, YOU SEALED IT WITH WAX?"
Ronin smirked. "Had to be fancy for my girl."
Your soul practically ascended. "OHMYGOD, YOUâRE SO ROMANTIC, WHAT THE HELL!"
Ronin snorted. "Open it already, sweetheart."
You ripped it open.
Inside was his messy, unmistakable handwriting.
It read:
Sweetheart, Youâre probably grinning like a maniac right now, and if youâre not, Iâll be disappointed. Just so weâre clear: this was not easy to get. The bastard screamed a lot. He was annoying. So I made sure to take my time. But I figuredâif Iâm giving my heart to anyone, itâs you. Unfortunately, my heart is still in my chest (for now), so youâll have to settle for this one instead. Happy Valentineâs Day, darling. âR.
Your stomach flipped.
Your heart melted.
And thenâ
You clutched the letter to your chest.
And let out the most lovesick, disgustingly sweet sigh in existence.
Ronin smirked. "Lemme guess. You love it."
You spun towards him, eyes SPARKLING. "I AM GOING TO MARRY YOU."
Ronin snorted. "Oh? Are you proposing?"
"I MIGHT!"
Ronin cackled. "Damn, sweetheart. Didnât know a human heart was all it took to make you lose your mind over me."
"RONIN, I ALREADY LOST MY MIND OVER YOU MONTHS AGO."
"Thatâs fair."
You beamed. "Best Valentineâs Day EVER!"
And Ronin?
He just grinned.
Because reallyâ
Who else but you could make being a serial killer this goddamn romantic?
You held the heart to your chest, rocking slightly on your heels like a child hugging their favorite plushie. But this wasnât a plushie. This was Herny.
Yes. Herny.
"Iâm gonna name him Herny!" you announced cheerfully.
Ronin blinked. "Iâm sorry. What?"
You beamed up at him, all sickening sweetness and innocent delight. "The heart! Herny! It feels right, doesnât it?" You tilted your head, gently patting the still-warm, blood-slick organ. "Herny the heart. He deserves a name. Itâs what he wouldâve wanted."
Ronin stared. Then, he grinned. "Youâre actually insane."
"I PREFER ADORABLY ECCENTRIC!" you chirped, smearing a little more blood across your cheek.
Ronin just snorted, rubbing his temple. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Alright. Herny it is. So whatâs the plan, sweetheart? You keeping him as a pet or something?"
You clasped your hands together. "Oh no, Iâm gonna COOK him!"
Ronin choked. "Iâwhat?"
"COOKING, Ronin! Itâs an art! I have to do Herny justice! We have to send him off with STYLE!"
You spun around, your blood-streaked hands gesturing with dramatic flair. "Oh! Maybe braised in a red wine reduction? Or slow-roasted with garlic and rosemary? OrâOHH! CANTONESE STYLE!"
Ronin was wheezing. "Youâre actually considering recipes right now?"
"OF COURSE!" You turned to him, eyes wide with mock betrayal. "I canât just EAT Herny raw! That would be barbaric!"
Ronin just laughed. "You do realize youâre still a sweet little cannibal, right?"
"Sweetness is a STATE OF BEING!" you shot back, twirling a bloody strand of hair between your fingers. "One can be both elegant and a devourer of flesh!"
Ronin smirked, amused as hell. "Youâre really about to start Gordon Ramsay-ing a dudeâs heart, huh?"
"RONIN." You clapped your hands (which, again, were covered in blood). "I take my cooking VERY seriously."
A wet slap of blood hit your own face.
You blinked.
Looked at your hands.
Then at Ronin.
Then back at your hands.
And thenâyou started laughing.
Ronin watched you, his smirk softening slightly.
God. You were actually fucking adorable.
Here you were, covered in blood, cradling a human heart like a goddamn treasure, talking about cooking it like a five-star meal, and STILL, you managed to be the sweetest thing heâd ever seen.
Like a twisted little doll, dipped in crimson, giggling in the middle of an alleyway littered with corpses.
He was obsessed.
And thenâyou kissed him.
Without warning.
Without hesitation.
You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed himâdeep and desperate.
And oh.
Oh, he tasted it immediately.
The sharp tang of blood.
Metallic. Warm. Iron and copper and something so unmistakably human.
You were practically smothered in it.
Your lips, your hands, your cheeksâall stained red.
And Ronin could taste it all.
You were laughing against his mouth, too.
A sweet, giggly, lovesick little laugh.
Like this wasnât fucking insane.
Like this was normal.
And maybe it was.
For you. For him.
Roninâs first instinct was to pull back.
But he didnât.
He didnât.
Because this?
This was so much better.
So he let you kiss him.
Let you pull him closer.
Let you smear more blood across his skin as your fingers curled into his hair.
This sweetest of all.
is a sick freak.
Since we had that story of Y/N Cookie wanting to keep the Ancients from going out and getting themselves killed up against Dark Enchantress Cookie, how about something similar with the Beasts?
>The Beasts get corrupted
>Y/N Cookie, not corrupted, tries to fight them, and fails
>cue them starting to die
>Beasts start panicking, completely overestimating how much Y/N Cookie could take
>Y/N Cookie, in their last moments, wishes they couldâve done more to help the Beasts not get corrupted before finally going
>Witch(es) stumble upon this scene, seeing their greatest cookie having been crumbled, along with whatever other carnage is around
>cue literally everything else
Being sealed away with the guilt of spilling jam from the cookie you all loved the most fresh on your mind? They are NOT gonna be doing so hot in there.
The Tale of the Forced Hand (The Five Beasts)
Witchâs Castle witches are pretty neat.
âThe story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small saplingâŚWhen the World of Desserts was at its infancy.â
âThe Witches baked six Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.â
â..harness the radiance bestowed upon you for the betterment of this worldâŚâ
âAnd the six Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the Great Creators.â
âKnowledge, Volition, Compassion, Happiness, Change, and Solidarity.â
âThe Dessert World bound by these Five Virtues was nothing short of paradise.â
Gingerbrave and Wizard Cookie chimed in with their responses.
âSo those six Cookies were the original owners of the Soul Jam?â
âHuhâŚThose âSix Virtuesâ are different from those of the Soul Jams. Thereâs six of them, yet only five todayâŚâ
âThe Virtue of Compassion is what held the other Virtues so closely together, cherishing each of them equally as much.â
âAlas, for they and the perfect age were short-lived. Absolute power begets nothing but arrogance. It inevitably corrupts its wielder, bringing them to the most tragic of endsâŚA fate even the Witches were unable to foresee.â
âOne by one, the Five, once regarded as saviors of the Cookie World, gradually turned to Darkness. And thus, the Five Virtues, too, became distorted, twistedâŚreduced to Deceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and SilenceâŚ.â
Strawberry Cookie shuddered in worry at the mere mention of the fallen virtues.
âDeceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and Silence..that sounds really scaryâŚ
âWait, what about the Virtue of Compassion? They werenât evil too, were they?â
âThe Virtue of Compassion was able to prevail against their descent into Darkness with their Soul Jam, whereas now the Five Beasts, the apostles of evil, began their dark crusadeâŚâ
âThe Witches asked of Compassion to protect the Cookie World from the Beast Cookies, lending them what strength they could give.â
âCompassion fought bravely against the Beasts, blocking each of their blows and resisting their sickly whispersâŚBut it was only a matter of time before Compassion slowly began to whittleâŚâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
âCome on, snap out of you all! This isnât what you guys once were!â
âWhatâs the big deal, silly willy~ There isnât anything wrong with dabbling yourself in a little bit of Darkness, you should try it with us!â
âNo! This isnât you! You were all my best friends! Come to your senses! Now!â
âIt pains me to see you still cling onto false hope that youâre different than the rest of us, darling~ Can you just let go and become who you really are? For me~?â
âI canâtâŚI cannot forsake my oath to protect the Cookie World. You all know that! Cookies that want happy lives, donât you want that?â
âThey will all meet the same fate in the end, reduced to nothingâŚthe futility of all this should be clear to youâŚâ
âAs if! It isnât pointless to live life the way you want it to! Itâs how you spend it and make the most of it!â
âThey will all crumble in the end, so why not give them a little push! Youâre starting to really aggravate me now, Y/N Cookie!â
âI wonât let you hurt them and I donât want to hurt you all any more then I have to! Please, donât do thisâŚâ
ââŚâŚâ
âYour silence says everything I need to hear from you. I triedâŚbut I will put a stop you no matter if Iâm reduced to bits!â
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
âWoahâŚ.What happened to them?â
âThe Virtue of Compassion fought for as long as they were able, their dough slowly whittling away with every blow that dealt to them. The Beasts have overestimated just how durable their former friend wasâŚand they perished right in the middle of the circleâŚ.â
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
âOk, ya silly goose! You can stand right back up now! You put on a great show, let us give you a round of applause!â
âDarling, we know we havenât hit you too hard. You can join us and we can all be together once more as BeastsâŚâ
âHmmâŚthey donât seem to be responding to usâŚâ
âHey, Y/N Cookie. Quit being soft and get up already, youâre..starting to worry me a bit here, you know.â
Silent Salt Cookie knelt down and placed their thumb on your wristâŚjumping back when they feel nothingâŚ
âAhaha! Okay! This isnât funny anymore, you softie! You win! Stand up on your two feet now! Iâll make you if you donât!â
âD-Darling? P-Please get up. Look, Iâm sorry for what I said earlier, I-WE just really wanted you to join usâŚâ
âBurning Spice Cookie, just how hard were your strikes to their dough?
âD-Donât put any type of blame on me! All of you were just as rough with them as I was!â
ââŚ.!â
The Beast Cookies rushed to their fallen friend in the center, clearly distraught on their facesâŚ
âY/N Cookie, if you donât stop playing jokes with me right now, Iâll never forgive you!â
âDarling! Wake up! I-Iâm sorry! I shouldnât have hit you so hard! Please wake up! You have to! Donât leave me alone!â
âIt was pointless to try and stop us, Y/N Cookie. YetâŚmy heart cries and aches, why did you have to resistâŚ.please, wake upâŚâ
âGod DAMN IT. I-I went too far, I shouldnât have been so brutal with my swings and now look at you, your dough..damaged and ruinedâŚ.because of meâŚ.â
ââŚ.HmphâŚ.â
Silent Salt just lowered their head to look at the ground, feeling nothing but shame and remorse for what they had doneâŚfor what they all had doneâŚ.
âI wishâŚI couldâve done more for you allâŚI wishedâŚthat I had loved all of you moreâŚto notâŚend up like this...â
ââŚ..Iâm sorryâŚ..â
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
âThe Witches couldnât bear to see what fate had befallen their creations, made even more distraught at the loss of their greatest creation among them allâŚthey punished the Beasts by sealing them away deep within this landâŚâ
âAnd planted the seed of the Silver Tree to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. Right where the Virtue of Compassion was laid to rest, so that at least a part of them can live onâŚ.From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast Yeast.â
âThe Witches then gathered the last vestiges of power bestowed upon the Beasts, untouched by their corruption. They further cleansed, purified it, and in the endâŚSoul Jam was created. The purest Soul Jam was meant to be earned by Cookies who had proven themselves worthy.â
âAll, but Compassion. For their purity simply could not be remade again. The Witch who personally baked Compassion had locked herself away in grief after the loss of her cookie and took the knowledge of the recipe and baking of Compassion with herâŚâ
âSo, there can never be another cookie like Compassion?â
âItâs what they say, but all life powder returns to the earth. It isnât out of the realm of possibility that the Virtue of Compassion may return in some form, somedayâŚâ
Everyoneâs eyes turned to Y/N Cookie, who was casually eating some food offered to them by the Faeries.
ââŚ..What?â
i NEED a sequel.
Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Leads Sister-in-Law!Â
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Chapter 8
âSlightâ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! ReaderÂ
Arranged marriage AU
Warnings: panic attack, vomit, self-harm (biting thumb hard enough until it bleeds), slight blood, mention/allusions to murder, very slight suicide ideation, one (1) suggestive line, implied child abuse, Maria being lowkey creepy (again), uncertainty about loving future kids, please tell me if I missed any.
NOTE: while I am happy that people enjoy this story, please stop blowing up my inbox about when the next chapter(s) will come out. Or telling me I should hurry up. Thank you.
NOTE #2: there isn't going to be any romance involving Roxana or any of the other characters and the reader.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS/TOXIC ACTIONS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.
MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/ BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACTION WITH NOR REBLOG FANDOM STUFF DNI (MAYBE ANIMAL BLOGS ARE OKAY BECAUSE THEYâRE CUTE). PLEASE DO NO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS.
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Roxanaâs heels clack against the tiled hallway as she glides through, making way to her room. Blond waves gently bouncing with each step, the girl canât hold back the scowl that tears at her lips. Brows furrowed, her thoughts were full of the recent events - the dinner.Â
She didnât mean to intrude. As a matter of fact, while curious, she had no intention of doing more than taking a quick glance - to see if what Jeremy said was true, that Dion Agriche was indeed having dinner with his poor, pitiful bride.Â
Jeremy got there before her.
Hiding within the shadows, the boy was glaring daggers into the second eldest son. So engrossed with the scene presented to him, Jeremy didnât notice Roxana as she got closer and closer. No, the brash boy had announced himself before she could even pat his shoulder. Like a wild boar, he interrupted your dinner, uncaring for how it made him look. Not that he ever did.
And perhaps out of pity on your behalf, or sick curiosity to see how everything pans out, she showed herself as well.Â
An hour prior to the incident Roxana and Jeremy talked about you, the newest family member. She wasnât the one who brought you up, but rather Jeremy. Her younger half-brother had asked her what she thought about the situation. It was the first time he asked.Â
âWell⌠It is strange. I thought that father would have waited longer before finding Dion a wife, much less holding the wedding.â
âYeah,â Jeremy agrees, a borderline sneer on his face, âbut itâs stupid. She wonât last long.âÂ
âShorter than a month?â
âNo, longer. But Iâm not sure how much longer. Still, to be married to that bastard⌠She's fucked. Pretty sure sheâs begging God to kill her already, or to keep him away and indifferent.âÂ
The blond beauty stared at her brother in question. âThis isnât like you, Jeremy. Did you meet her before or is it because Dion is the one involved?âÂ
Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Leads Sister-in-Law!
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Chapter 5
'Slight' Yandere! Dion Agrichex Fem! ReaderÂ
Arranged marriage AU
  Warnings: implied depression, guilt, implied coercion, implied toxic family (not yours), please tell me if I missed anything.Â
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS BOTHY ARE EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.Â
MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT REBLOG FANDOM STUFF/FICS/FANART DNI, AND PLEASE DO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS
NOTE: The amount of time I spent on google to look up words is embarrassing.
Overall chapter summary: two memories that resurfaces and the odd, concerning actions and behaviors from two of your in-lawsâŚÂ this night only gets stranger and stranger.
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The fluorescent lights flicker above you, a sign that they needed to be changed. But it doesn't bother you as you look down at your phone, admiring the art of the new manhwa your friend recommended you. It was all you could do really, enduring the cold air filling the room.Â
The T.V in the background also doesnât catch your attention despite playing your favorite show. Usually, you would abandon your phone in favor of watching the images that play on the screen, the volume just loud enough for you to hear. But the story of this novel-turned webtoon is more captivating, especially with the beautiful blond and cunning female lead scheming ways to free the silver haired male lead.Â
Must be nice, to be rescued.
Would you fall in love with me again?
⢠Synopsis: he knew football changed him. That's why he couldn't help but be scared. Would you still love him the same?
⢠Characters: Kunigami Rensuke (post Wild Card), Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser
⢠TW: Kaiser had an episode, the f word like one time
⢠A/N: EPIC consumed my mind.
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He was different.
That was the first thing you noticed when Kunigami Rensuke, your boyfriend, knocked at your door on a random wednesday after disappearing for 7 months to go to some "Blue Lock" project.
"Is it really you?" You asked, voice dripping with doubt and love at the same time. Your knuckles were white from how strong your hold on the door was "Or am I dreaming once again?"
"I am not the man you feel in love with" he said, his deep voice wavering, not even giving you a proper 'Hello, how are you?' after so long "I am not your calm and gentle boyfriend. I've changed. For good"
You stayed silent, though it was not by choice. You were just so, so overwhelmed by emotions that it seemed like you had forgotten how to speak. Your tongue felt heavy inside your mouth, and your eyes were wide, unmoving, despite the tears threatning to spill from them, almost as if if you blinked, Kunigami, your house and everything else around you would disappear, and this would be nothing more than one of the countless dreams you had with him.
"Kuni" you started, getting closer. Your hand perfectly cupped his cheeks, as if it was meant to be there, and he instantly leaned in, almost like it was second nature. You caressed the dark circles under his eyes, and you were sure you had similar ones from the nights spent locked in your room, crying and missing him "What kind of things did you do?"
"I gave up on my hero ideology" he lifted one of his hands and put it right above yours, still on his cheeks "As I destroyed friends and teammates like they were objects I could use" he closed his eyes, basking in your warmth. Gently, he kissed the inner part of your wrist and sighed in relief, almost as if he was still convincing himself that you were, indeed, very real "And I am not the love you once knew"
The tears that were in your eyes finally fell. You could feel his hands trembling - if you were feeling scared, he was terrified. Terrified that you would reject him. Terrified to be cast away from your life. Terrified of who he became.
"Well, if that's true" you swallowed hard, blinking as more tears kept coming "Could you do me a favour? Just a moment of labour, I swear. Could you please pick up that flower over there?" You pointed to a Baby's breath, neatly arranged at the floor, beside the door "I think it's whitering. Could you carry it over? Take it far away from here, please"
Rensuke eyes suddenly shot opened, his own tears starting to appear
"How could you say this?" His voice got patheticay loud, and he despised himself for crying in front of you, but it couldn't be helped. What you asked him was ridiculous "I helped you plant that baby's breath on our first date. It's a simbol of everlasting love - our everlasting love." His voice grew louder, more desperate, like he was talking to someone kilometers away from him "I can't do that, you know it. The only way to move it is to cut it from it's roots."
You couldn't help but smile. You grabbed his free hand with your own one, looking directly at his eyes. It was like the world around you both had stopped, and even the birds' singing and cars noises ceased. You could only hear Kunigami's frantic breath in contrast to your calm one.
"Well, only my boyfriend knew when that flower was planted" you smiled, getting closer to him. You rested your forehead in his, closing your eyes. He followed your actions, sighing "So I guess that makes him you"
You pointed to his chest, right where his heart should be
"Don't tell me you're not the same person. It's still you, right here. And you know I've been waiting for you"
He opened his eyes, staring right at yours as both of you cried, ugly sobs coming from your mouths.
He was still your boyfriend, after all. Your lovely, amazing boyfriend who you loved so much it hurt.
And when he finally kissed you after months, trying to convey a love so raw and genuine through his actions, everything seemed to fall back into place again.
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5 years.
That's how long you waited for Sae Itoshi to come back from Spain. To come back to Japan. To come back to you.
5 years of rejecting suitors. 5 years of dreaming of him every night. 5 years of suffering, yearning for your boyfriend who was all the way across the globe.
That's why, when he finally comes home looking even worse than you, you were not surprised.
"Are my eyes decieving me?" You smiled lightly, your nose already feeling stuffed - you knew you were about to cry
He muttered your name dreamily, staring at you intensely.
He's not sure how, but he managed to find the strength to smile your way. God, how long has it been since the last time he smiled? And yet, just by being next to you, he felt his lips stretching up.
Something was strange, though. You knew him. You knew Sae Itoshi, the boy who dreamed big and who you fell in love with. You knew him.
"Your eyes look tired" you frowned, getting closer and closer until your your knees were practically touching"Your smile's torn. You're different, Sae"
His smile fell, and you almost regretted what you had said. He grabbed your hands and caressed them with his thumbs, avoiding your gaze - something uncharacteristic of him
"Would you fall in love with me again?" He asked, sighing. His eyes finally met your gaze, and you could see the sadness in them - almost as if he was a young Atlas, carrying the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. You wish you could help somehow, ease his burden, but it was clear you couldn't "If you knew all I've done. The things I can not change."
His eyes sparkled, and Sae Itoshi never cried, but you swore you saw them getting a bit glossy. You didn't know what he was talking about, but he clearly had a fight with someone - probably a teammate or something.
"And I know you've been waiting for me" Sae continued, not giving you a chance to answer "But I am not the love you knew before. I am not the man you adored. I'm no longer him" he let go of your hands, staring right at you like he could read your soul - even though you knew if he could, he wouldn't understand a single thing. You weren't understanding your own thoughts. How could he?
"So tell me, Amor" he said, his spanish pronunciation way better than you remembered it to be "Would you fall in love with me again?"
A gentle silence settled between you, which was strange. You've dreamed for so long about what you'd say to him once you saw him again, and yet when you saw him you were completely at a loss of words.
Sae took your silence as an answer. He began to walk away, head hung low and hands on his pockets.
He knew this would happen. He knew it. He was not that Sae Itoshi. He was not even human. He was a machine, made for playing soccer. He knew you wouldn't accept him.
He knew it. Yet it didn't hurt any less when he grabbed his travel bag and started distancing himself from you
"I..." he heard you saying, and even though he tried not to, he stopped. He needed to hear your answer. His brain and heart needed closure.
He could practically hear the gears on your head turning, trying to find the right words to convey your feelings
"I will fall in love with you over and over again" you answered, voice steady "Doesn't matter how long it's been, Sae, I will always love you. I've waited for you. And I will always wait for you. You're mine, Sae. And I'm yours. That's something no amount of time or distance is ever going to change"
A gentle silence settled between you both once again, as you stared at eachother's eyes. The 10 meters that separated you both suddenly felt like 10 kilometers.
The snow felt like quicksand while Sae made his way to you, first taking hesitant steps, and then almost running to get to you.
And when he hugged you and you fit perfectly into the crook of his shoulder, you knew you'd be alright.
You were not going to give up on each other. No matter how hard things were.
You both then kissed each other, sealing that silent promise.
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Kaiser has always been a hard person to deal with, but he's been way worse after the Neo Egoist League.
He was screaming at the smallest inconveniences, spent days without even sparing you a glance, trained till he passed out from exhaustion and was making even more snarky remarks, if it was even possible. He was not fine, and you knew that. You knew him.
Your suspicions were confirmed during one of his episodes.
Kaiser usually had some episodes while remembering his childhood trauma, and he always confided in you to help him overcome them.
You were proud of this arrangement, actually: trust has always been what held your relationship together.
That's why you couldn't make sense as to why he was hiding from you during one of the worsts - if not the worst - episodes you've ever seen him had.
"Micha?" You asked, finding him curled up in the corner of your shared closet "Are you okay?"
"Don't come near me" He whispered. His eyes were red from crying, and you could swear you saw a purple bruise on his neck. Why didn't he call you?
"Okay" your voice was gentle, as if you were soothing a kid "Okay. I won't come closer. But I'm right here. Just focus on my breath, my love. Can you follow it for me, please?" You began breathing louder, hoping he'd follow your lead
Sadly, he began shaking his head, breathing growing even more frantic
"I-I can't" he muttered, shaking like a leaf
"Of course you can" you whispered "C'mon, breath in" you breathed in and held for a while "breath out" you repeated. Finally, he followed your commands
Luckily, after a while, his breath began to come back to normal, and you pondered just what was going through his head to make him act like that.
"Can I come closer now?" You asked, voice still gentle. When he nodded, you wasted no time in sitting right next to him, still not touching his body
Silence was loud between you too, and you wondered if he was even going to speak something about it
"W..." he began, voice breaking. He then took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to say "Would you fall in love with me again... if I lost all I had?" He asked. He gave you no time to think begore he continued "Would you have fallen in love with me if I was just a little kid with a fucked up, drunk dad? If I had no money, name or fame?" He looked at you, staring at your eyes like he would forget them the moment he looked elsewhere "Would you?"
Once again, silence enveloped the room.
"Forget it" he muttered, starting to get up "It was a stupid question"
He was almost standing when you put your hands on his knee, earning a confused "huh?" from him.
Just like he did earlier, you took a deep breath
"Michael, I don't care how, where, or when. You're mine. I love you for you. I don't care for your name, your value or your football abilities. I don't want to see Michael Kaiser, the emperor. I want to see Michael Kaiser, my boyfriend." You also got up, slowly reaching for his hands, like you were asking for permission. "I love you, Kaiser"
He tried really hard not to cry again. You could see it. The way he contorted his face before letting the tears fall freely.
One after the other, he began crying hard. Sobbing and hiccuping and all. He would never cry in front of anyone. Others would never see this version of him. But you would.
In a swift moment, you hugged him, feeling his arms hold you stronger as his cries got louder, uglier.
Strangely, he wasn't embarrassed. He was relieved.
Relieved he could be vulnerable in front of you. Relieved he could be himself.
He couldn't hide anything from you, could he? Well, he hoped he could at least hide that ring in his socks drawer.
But not for much longer, though. After what happened, he'll wife you up was soon as possible.
But for now, only the feeling of your arms grounding him was enough.
Masterlist
Help, I reincarnated as the Female Leadâs Sister-in-Law!
Chapter 4
Slight Yandere! Dion x Reader
Arranged marriage AU
SOME SPOILERS FROM THE NOVEL ABOUT JEREMY'S MOM
Warnings: possible slight yandere themes, slight incestual themes due to the content of âRoxanaâ, implied toxic marriage/relationship, slightly suggestive, implied suicide, slight themes of jealousy, mention of murder, vomit, Reader is a fangirl for Roxana, everyone is out of character I gave up in trying to keep them in character completely, Possible slight possessive themes, and maaayyybbee implied stalking. Itâll make more sense as the series goes on.
DISCLAMIER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.
MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT REBLOG FAN ART OR FANFICTION DNI. PLEASE DO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS.
Overall chapter summary: Dinner with your husband felt suffocating⌠and why did Jeremy and Roxana show up? Why is your younger brother-in-law acting so weird all of a suddenâŚ
Word count: 3086k
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You didnât dream about anything. You donât even feel rested.
So, of course, Hana decided to cake your face in foundation to hide the dark circles under your eyes. How thoughtful, truly. Although, it would have been more thoughtful of her if she lied and said you were sick. But no, instead youâre grabbing onto the bed post as she tightens the corset.
Your organs are being squeezed to death and you bite your tongue, not willing to scream bloody murder. It wasnât a pride thing, you promise â you just didnât want to look too weak in front of anyone in this household. You didnât want to be looked down on too much.
âGah!â