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Ronin X Reader (Killer Chat) Cannibal Reader AU
Trigger warning -> Cannibalism, gore, toxic relationship...If those are not for your eyes, skip it and I would love seeing you at different fic of mine.
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Another thing (I'll stop yapping after this, pinky promise.) This fic idea has came to me while watching Hannibal, so the inspo is here a little, but mostly it's all from the head of mine. Have fun xx
Some people are thrown into the world, not knowing who they are supposed to be. What their destiny is and where their steps will carry them. You were one of those people. Lost as a child, unaware of where you belong.
Then a light striked your eye. A rare one. In the middle of woods it was truly a surprise to see a light come through the big, dark window of a mansion carrying the same vibe. Everything was too quick for your child's mind to catch. It was like a bubble flying towards the sky, popping before it reached its goal.
Noises were too loud. Weapons were too scary and soon enough, your legs took upon action and carried you far, far away from a place that was no longer a home. Just a cold mansion no longer filled with affection from your parents, but covered in the color of rotten apples.
That night changed the world. It shaped your mind, you as a person whole. Cleared a path and opened doors to who you will be. You were no longer that person, lost, flowing slowly with the wind. You became one with the river of life.
Clocks always repeat the same sound. No change. They are stuck in the repetitiveness of time, forever. Sometimes you wonder if they want to break out from the routine. From normality. Because you do. And you did.
Sleepless nights used to bother you. A small worm found home inside the brain of yours and you took action to remove it. From that day, you could only laugh when someone asked about your motivation to do this job. Why are you so good at profiling those whose minds are curious? Because your own is that way. You just claim yourself to be much more…calculated.
It was not so long ago that you found your favorite meal. The one that blessed taste buds like nothing else ever could. Cooked just the right way. Seasoned with passion, love and gentleness in which lamb jumps over a small river.
A misery meal, one could call it. Stolen from those who no longer needed their delicious meat. Those no one will be looking for, because secretly they wanted them gone. Those who your work was based around. You saw into their minds even better when their light went out under your very own fingers.
The rotten simply tastes better. And talking about rot…Ronin. He was the most rotten of all you ever met. Yet, he sparkled something much different than disgust in your chest. Interest. That was it at first. And over time it looped into something much more. Obsession even. It was simply so hard to grasp in between your fingertips why he wouldn’t leave your mind.
It was one of those consultations you had many times before. Most about him was written black on white paper, yet one could feel like he keeps it all hidden. His words were coming out as snakes, twirling around, moving too fast to be caught.
He leaned forwards. Over the table. His hands cuffed behind his back, wide grin spreading over his features. Ronin’s whisper was carried to your ears with a taste of spice. ‘’Would ’ya dance with the devil’s tongue, doctor?’’
The ocean drew you in. Consumed you whole and left you wanting much more. And so he gave you. His lips carried the sweetest of poisons and his presence filled every dark corner of your heart.
The next week Ronin was gone. His cell was empty, just like your very own heart.
Every and each day you sat by the window. Staring into the garden covered by a thick blanket of snow. Wishing someone would cry bloody tears onto it. Someone whose neck was cut open by the Butcher himself.
Your legs even carried you through the street of his. Shoes kicked into remains, organs, got covered by the same color you remember last from your childhood home. Yet, the portals of hell were opened nowhere.
Slowly it began to taste sour. Your very own misery meal was no longer the same. The only bite that would possess satisfaction would be from Ronin’s very own body. To rip his ribcage open and take his heart in between your lips was your deepest wish.
Just when the world started to form into one blur, a knock on the window cut through the silence of night. Upon opening it, a lovely, hateful, yet so needed face appeared.
You didn’t want to talk. You wanted to grab him by his shoulders and throw you both down from the highest cliff around. To let waves wash away the sin of his hand coming around your waist, his laugh echoing in your ears like a sweet funeral melody.
With a kiss and two and three, steps danced towards the kitchen. See, you made a decision. Ronin is no different than those who lay in those depths of your stomach. He was the devil playing games with your mind. Or perhaps a brain of one cannot accept such affection from someone of the same kind.
Your fingers wrapped around his. No. This feels much colder, not like a human skin. It was the handle of a knife, one that always made a pleasant sound while cutting deep. And so it served its purpose once again. You stabbed one time, two times, three times. Count was lost very quickly.
Digging as deep as one gets, you discovered all his remaining secrets, you took what was yours all along, what your morals wouldn’t allow you to have. You are better than this. You are better than them. Yet something was still different.
The next morning a body of a wanted criminal was found. Missing a heart. Investigation was closed quickly. Everyone wants people like Ronin Beaufort gone.
And you gained a new trophy, sealed in a glass, safely kept on shelf.
Your first, very own human heart.
