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@livisnotliving32
Happy birthday to ml 💚💚
Wow holy majestic so beautiful 100000/10
I have a new obsession and this old geezer is spearheading it 🫡 May the universe bless this man, his kids, and his fuckass bob (compliment).
Confessions of a rotten boy DETC serv wanted Viktor Miku and I also wanted it so... Confessions of a rotten girl Viktor.
Lilia grabbing you to taste test at 3 a.m.
Vkei series
New to tumblr how the fuck does th is work ???????
Eavesdropping(KDH Ocs x KDH)
Authors note: Oc's used, Min-kyu belongs to @npookie0, Liv belongs to @livisnotliving32, and Seika belongs to me. I had a lot fun writing this one and the other one! Like really fun :3, might do another after a request :) Anyway, enjoy this!
Trigger warnings:
None
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The H3aven Sent members were in this penthouse, Liv and Min-kyu were relaxing on the couch, finally getting a break. Finally catching a break, no practicing nor any plans. Until… Seika came out.
Min-kyu was the first to catch a glimpse of them. They didn’t dress just to lay around. They looked… dressed up for something. “You… look a bit fancy to lay in that.”
Seika was dressed in a black crop top with a jacket covering them, then having leggings and shorts over it. Platform boots, making them a bit taller in height about, three(3) maybe four(4) inches in height. They also had their beanie on. They looked like…
“Oh, I’m heading out with Romance.” Seika said calmly like everyone in the room knew. They were going out on a date.
“Huh?” Liv jumped up, looking at them. Her dark pink eyes just stared at them.
“Yeah, he invited me to hang out, to get to know one another. So I figured why not? Get to know the competition.”
Min-kyu pauses, “Like not on a date?”
Seika, looking at him after getting their wallet and keys, shook their head. “Nah, why would it be? I get to see how the Saja Boys are, at least one person.”
Liv and Min-kyu looked at each other, then to Seika leaving. “Well, I gotta head out, the male is waiting upon me. See ya!”
And they left, the other members stared at the door. “They don’t actually know it’s a date, do they?” Min-kyu said, looking at the female.
“No… they don’t.” Liv said, then gaining a smirk. One Min-kyu knows. “Wanna follow their date?”
“Is that even a question?”
—
Seika stood there, they were at the water fountain at a park. Playing on their phone as Romance finally walked in. Min-kyu and Liv, hiding behind trees and bushes, and in disguises, were following the two now.
“How dare he make Seika wait.” Min-kyu grumbled. Min-kyu had his hair down, as Liv put on an unfamiliar wig. One Seika wouldn’t recognize.
“That’s what you are upset about?” Liv looks at him, one eyebrow raised. “What about that it’s Romance?! Why him? Seika can do so much better than… that man child.”
Min-kyu looked at her instead of the scene before them. “Really?”
“Yes! Why him?”
Min-kyu sighed, before grabbing Liv’s hand and pulling her as the couple left the park. “They’re leaving, let's go. We can’t lose sight of them.”
Liv yelps as he rushes her.
Finally, the ‘couple’ was in an open shopping strip, they were doing cliche ‘date’ ideas. They both had a sweet treat, Seika was eating theirs while Romance was talking. Min-kyu and Liv were at a table close to hear but far enough to not get caught.
Romance was talking about dancing in their performance as the two H3aven Sent members heard a small whistle. “Wow, guess we weren’t the only group with the idea to stalk our member’s date.” Liv looked over to see the Saja boys, giving them a glare already.
“Ew.”
Min-kyu looked over at Liv, “Hey, be polite.”
Jinu sat next to Min-kyu, smiling devilishly, “Aw, no worries, a little aggression isn’t harmful.”
Min-kyu rolled his eyes, looking at the Saja boys’ leader, “Uh-huh, well, if it gets out of hand, don’t come crying to me.”
“Seriously, Romance can do so much better, like y’kn-” Abby spoke before being interrupted by Liv.
“Huh? It’s Seika that does so much better than you demon boy band wannabes.” Liv whispered yelled at the muscular man, and he stared to glare back at her.
Mystery and Baby staying quiet, watching the debacle, Baby nudges his head to the side, gesturing to get something and Mystery nodding. Leaving the chaos, both boys started to walk around the shops.
Now only 4 people are there, Abby and Jinu, watching for Romance, while Min-kyu and Liv are looking out for Seika. Liv looked ready to throw a punch at Abby while he smirks at her.
“Well, I think Seika can do so much better, we know so many more people that would treat them better than your boytoy member!” Liv yelled out, standing up, trying to make herself taller than Abby, who was still sitting down. Which she did but only half a foot, she glared at him, hands on hip.
Min-kyu puts his hand on her arm, “Calm down, you are gonna get us caught.” He looks over a bit, to see if they were. Luckily, the ‘couple’ was too into talking with each other to notice. The red-head looked over back to Jinu, him smirking at the two.
“Well, gladly, Romance is a little into the moment with them.” Jinu said, leaning shoulder to shoulder with Min-kyu. “He really likes them. So I let him go, but if they-”
“They wouldn’t.” Min-kyu stopped him, looking over at the couple. Jinu could see the other demon’s features soften. “Seika… while being a dumbass, who can’t control their chaotic tendencies, is someone when in love, wouldn’t hurt them. A lovesick puppy. After what they went through… they wouldn’t dare to act like their… nevermind, not my story to tell.”
Min-kyu turns around to see Jinu, leaning closely to listen in, but after seeing how close both guys were, he pushes himself back, turning a light red. “Sorry, just listening, to gain an advantage!” He awkwardly laughs.
Min-kyu hummed softly, looking back to see Seika leaning close to him. Their smug smile plastered onto their face. “Sooo, how long have you been following us?”
A yelp leaves a couple of people’s mouths as Seika leaned back, their arms crossed. Seika looked so smug and happy, like they knew it would happen. Romance was confused, but he chuckled, leaning an arm on Seika’s shoulder. His eyebrows raised, but he didn’t mind. “Didn’t know you all wanted an example of a perfect date, if you asked, we would have let you tag along.”
“Let them tag along? Daw, Romance, you should have told me that you want an audience.” Seika’s smile screams chaotic to both Min-kyu and Liv. They know they’re gonna go for the extreme soon.
“We miss something?” Everyone looked to see Baby and Mystery back, Baby was snacking on some flamin hot popcorn, while Mystery was drinking from a fast food soda cup.
“Yeah, they are about to watch me and Romance make out.” Ah, there it is, Seika’s chaotic behavior.
The vibe was… silent. Min-kyu sighed, at least it was that. Liv shook her head at Seika, just regretting. The H3aven Sent now just regret that they’re in a band with this fucker.
Romance was a little stunned, his face turning a light red, fumbling with his words, as the other Saja boys, just… stared. They never experienced Seika’s chaotic behavior like this. Just minor, compared to what H3aven Sent has to deal with, it was small.
“I- uhmm, Love, I don’t think-” Romance started to talk but stopped as Min-kyu and Liv stood up.
“I think Seika can handle their own,” Min-kyu placing his sunglasses back, and Liv nodding, following Min-kyu to the band’s place.
“I’ll talk to you both once I get home, I can’t wait to tell you all the juicy details.” Seika yelled out to their disappearing figures, then looking at the Saja boys. “Are you really…”
“I’m gonna go follow Min-kyu. See ya!” Jinu runs after them, and soon the Saja boys, taking a hint. Leaving the couple alone.
“Did you really…” Romance started, Seika looked up at him with their green eyes.
“Nah, I wouldn’t. I just know how to drive my members away. But, do you actually wanna…?” Seika’s words drift off as Romance looks at him, before he was stunned, but he seemed like he was interested.
Teehee I love this so muchh@!
googoogaga bitch
Liv x ronin
Restless love - Ronin x Liv (killer chat)
Authors note: Little request done because why not? It was hard writing a bit less serious and more silly but here ya go!
Warning: Ronin's route (last name), gore, death, slightest oh so slight mention of gluttony gods, sleep deprived Liv, that one joke that I was forced to keep because requested told me to, silly
3 am.
Not an unusual time for the devil to be lurking. It's claws lurking in the dark, nails ripping through the stone, waiting, hunting. Screams running through the streets. Blood painting the walls and ground in red, the devil's color. The smell of rotting flesh dragging through the air. This was his life. The devil’s only; Ronin Beaufort. The night drew out the living, only haunting who would dare to stay outside. And those victims were now the devil’s feast. Guts spilling through their rotten flesh, pinned on the walls like some form of art. He had recently been nailing down some intestines to form a star. Of course not just any star, but Satan’s star. The blood ran down his arms, soaking his clothes further into its red color. He enjoyed this. Every last bit of this grotesqueness felt like a bliss, like home. He was the devil after all. And this devil needed his little helper. His partner in crime. His apprentice. He needed someone just as deranged as him.
That’s what he at least always thought. Ther, Maria de la Rosa and now his newest muse, Liv.
Liv was everything. Everything but what he had expected to want. She was the opposite of him. Blood? Disgusting. Corpses? Even worse. It surprised him that Liv even considered him as something more than a filthy wretched being. It was a surprise Liv hadn’t just cut the line, called the cops and put an end to the tragedy that was The Butcher. She had also given him a lack of power. Only words yet touch? Oh how much he had to watch out on that part.
Liv had a tough spot on that topic. All those couples and their physical share of love. Like it was some proof, some sort of dignified rule. For her she counted, ain’t no one breaking her space. It was already hard for her to find any form of “romance” or whatever they had called it. But even when, it always stopped the same. The proof. The hand holding, the kissing, the cuddling. Liv didn't need this proof.
Weren’t her words enough sometimes?
It wasn’t like she hated it. If she gave her own consent then she could actually properly enjoy some sort of physical interaction. It was just that not many understood it. Not at least, as well as Ronin did. He had left her space whenever she needed it, even apologized. It was like in those moments Ronin forgot that he is supposed to be the devil. Like just for once he dropped himself, allowing to have normal human interactions. It made him sick to think that he was getting soft. Soft for some person. But then again, Liv wasn’t just someone. She barked back when he snarled. She stood up against him. It made her perfect for him. Who else would stand against the devil? No one but Liv.
4 am
He packed his crowbar away, proud of his work. His bloody hand picked up his phone, slowly typing in each number to unlock it. Immediately he went to take pictures. Each more gruesome than the last. On one corpse he even used his knife to carve a bit of skin out of the stomach. ‘Liv’; rotten and pure. He had to cut it away after taking the picture. A shame, but he wouldn’t even try to leave any hints by accident. He knew she would hate it. Not the carving but rather on ‘what’ it exactly was on. However he knew she was appreciating it in some way, even if it was usually followed by gagging.
Phone in his pocket, he walked down the streets, following the dead trails that were unwatched. His hands dragging the bag filled with his ‘tools’. The moon slowly started to disappear by now, leaving the sky to slowly turn brighter. Soon he’d reach his destination. Home. His key fumbled in his hands as he unlocked the door quietly, not wanting to disturb Liv in her beauty sleep. At least, that’s what he expected. But as he opened the door his muse sat there, staring at the wall, eyes tired. She just giggled, like she was a little kid having her first crush. It confused him more than anything if he had to be honest. The way she just seemed out of her mind. Ronin remembers Misaki mentioning something to it but he couldn’t lay his finger on it.
He dropped the bag aside, letting it clank loudly on the floor. It made Liv jump high like a cat. Her eyes wide as she stared at the noisemaker. Although having lost part of her sight due to the lack of sleep, she could immediately tell who it was by his hair. Those wine colored strands only came from one man she knew. She stood up, stumbling over to him and giving him a hug only making Ronin more confused. He wrapped his soaked arms around her back, making sure to avoid her neck on purpose. He knew she hated that and he respected it.
“Darling, shouldn’t you be asleep? Mortals aren’t that immortal as far as I heard.”
His typical smirk formed, avoiding the weird feeling he had in his chest. He saw the time again at his clock. 4:33 am. It was far too late for Liv to be awake. In fact, he didn’t think he ever saw her like this. Has this happened before? He couldn’t tell. But what he knew was that Liv sure as hell wasn’t fine right now. Starting first by the fact that Liv was ignoring the blood on him.
Liv looked up at him, grinning so wide that it almost scared the devil himself.
“You know what I thought about?”
Her voice was almost silent and Ronin was unsure if he could even understand her words or if his brain just made them up. It
“What if I just randomly hit someone with a crowbar. Wouldn't it be like funny? I mean no one expects it from me. And then I just laugh….no wait, I think the smell of blood would be too bad? Actually how do you even do that?”
Liv kept on talking further without any stop and the taller guy didn't even know if she had even actually thought about it, or if she just let her intrusive thoughts out. He felt her hands gripping him, fingers shaking slightly. Her legs were weak, practically clinging on his jacket even with the blood. A stranger stood there, not Liv. Ronin should live that idea of murder and blood and all the edgy shit. But right now? Right now it worries him. Nothing he would admit to her, but just a thought he kept secretly locked in his head.
Soon he heard her quiet down, yawning. Her eyes dropped heavily on him. He could feel her whole body relaxing which made him in return tense up. This normalcy, he didn’t have it since- He needed to focus. His hands reached to push her off gently, still holding her as if he was afraid that letting go would make her fall down.
“Darling, how about you call it quits for today? Guts n’ blood will still be screaming tomorrow.”
Ronin let her go after his request. His voice calmer and softer than he’d usually sounded. Before Ronin could even continue, his hands immediately reached back out to catch Liv. He hadn’t expected her to actually drop today, but here he was, helping the sleep deprived girl standing on two functioning legs. She stared back up at him, making those wide eyes that Ronin knew too well. He shook his head multiple times, excusing himself over and over again until-
5 am
Here he was, giving Liv a piggyback ride to her bed. Her legs secured tightly around his arms as she kept on bugging him about the weirdest things. He had sworn to Satan he heard her say something between the lines of “eat blood” even. Ronin wasn’t sure if he was impressed or unsure about her mumblings, nor did he try to listen to them too much. His focus was fully laid on getting the sleepy girl to bed. Hands wrapped around his head as Liv tried to hold on, body leaned fully on it as she started to giggle again.
Ronin remembered what Misaki had said. The lack of sleep makes you sleep deprived, which is as equal as getting drunk. He had hardly believed that, especially with his own sleep routine. Here he was though, caring what appeared to him as the most drunken behaviour he ever saw. Slowly he sat down on the bed before letting go of her legs, resuming to pull her arms away as well. From the side of his view he saw the screen of his computer lit up. From the looks of it he could tell that Liv had drawn something late at night, leaving it now open for the empty souls of this room to see. The Devil had liked her art, becoming quite fond of it even. Sometimes he would just rest to watch her draw in the evening. It was like a parable to his art. Instead of being gruesome and bloody, in a quiet literal context, her art seemed to be lighter and full of colors. He liked it, the normality, the less rotten core. He liked it and there was no way out of denying it. But admitting? Yeah there was a way out of that for him.
As his thoughts spiraled something gripped at his jacket, small, soft. Immediately he sighed, turning to face her.
“Come on Rooooo, I’m coooold.”
By now she could barely bring out her words, a challenge for Ronin to understand, but for her fortune the Devil was able to tell her body language. It made him feel warm in his rotten heart, the thought of cuddling her. A moment of peace to make his brain pause, to make all the murder stop, to forget about his job. Just him and her, sharing warmth in their own inclosed space. In his thoughts he was already there, but his body moved on his own, standing up. It knew better than his mind that Liv would kill him if he even thought about sleeping there with the smell of death. His fingers ran over to grab the blanket instead, pulling it over Liv.
“Christ alright, just let me shower the blood off, will ya?”
Judging by her stare to his question, Liv practically didn’t understand what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter. The safety of his balls were important too.
It felt like forever for Liv, but she could hear the water turning off soon and only just a moment later Ronin would come out of the bathroom. The clothes changed from his big jacket to a simple shirt with the cover of a hardcore-punk band called “Big brains” from his late 90’ years. Liv heard him mentioning it once in a big conversation about the hardcore dc scene, something about punk that she barely remembers right now. The beanie he wore was gone, possibly being in the sink right now, bathing in milk. The bracelets dangled down from his wrists, the tattoo visible from his now freed arm. His steps made small noises as he got closer, soon reaching his destiny. Ronin knew exactly what Liv wanted.
He grabbed the blanket up, settling down with his back against her before wrapping the sweet warmth of the fabric back around the two. This was followed by the warmth of Liv’s body pressed against his back along with her arms wrapping around him. Face nuzzled neatly against him like her life depended on him. At this very moment, her exhaustion had won, making her fall asleep right away. It made Ronin sigh, although he couldn’t hold himself back to grab her hand, entwining their fingers as he dozed off slowly himself.
She was the opposite of a serial killer and he loved it.
On September 27, 2014 we have–
Then on June 20, 2025 we have–
This part made me giggle a little too hard ngl
I’m a simple person
I love a pop tiro
I love a band/singers with magic power
I love girl is cute outfits saving the world
I love the power of friendship
I love a girly pop song
right?
My kc sona i love her sm technically she's me but like still
Addicted to the devil (Ronin x Reader)
Author's Note: I was forced to upload this by @6feathered6siren6, (who also helps me doing this post rn thank youuuuuuuu, bro literally gave me title and banner) help me, save me.
Trigger warning: Ronin's route (his last name), death, gore, insanity
Word count: 2335
You hear his breath, slow and steady as it hits your hair, swirling your loose hair strands up and down. His heartbeat pumping in rhythm, hitting your ear each second. He laid there, eyes closed, arm around your back, holding you tightly. One of his arms loosened and leaned over the bed, the exposed skin pale. To you, this creature looked beautiful, peaceful even. It was a force of nature, having you in its hands, pulling the strings when it wanted too. Your personal devil, your butcher, your everything.
You described it as a bliss and when he slept like this, so content and so…. peaceful. You almost wondered if you were the crazy one.
You love him. The devil. The butcher. Ronin Beaufort.
But he's a psychopath. A killer. Ronin Beaufort.
He's that type of guy that goes out in the middle of the night, crowbar clutched in hand, heavy steps halling through the streets. He'd wait for his victim, slowly stalking behind them and smashing the crowbar across their head. One blow, two blows, maybe a third. The victims would fall, blood pooling from their heads. Then the devil would proceed to do his work. It would vary, but everything ended in a grotesque scene. Slit throats, ripped guts, cut of limbs, carved symbols. He's a picture book serial killer. Whoever you'd ask to describe a serial killer, Ronin’s imagery would be the answer. A psycho that kills for pure pleasure, for the thrill, for his own sense of happiness.
Yet, was he really the bad guy? Of course he was! He had corrupted you, had threatened you, controlled you. He was the killer.
You were the saint, he was the sinner.
A saint. The same saint that played along. The same saint that has done as he pleased. You were an angel. The angel that shot the next person if the devil would ask too. The same angel that has awaited every single command. The story wasn’t over there, wasn’t it?
You didn’t want to admit it, but Ronin didn’t do a thing towards you.
No, he didn’t tell you to join the server, he didn’t tell you to make your proof real, he didn’t tell you to meet him, not ever and not in HIS alley. It was you who wanted it. You desired it.
Life had been tough, surely that was the fault. Friends had ignored you. You were lonely and that loneliness Ronin fulfilled fully. He gave you all that you needed. The attention, the love, the advice. Fuck he was what you had been longing for so long, something you desperately searched for. So what if he was a supposed killer? How can HE be yet more understanding than anyone you knew? You don’t need to fix him; He fixed you. He cured what you despised in your body. Saved you from your own feelings. Pulled you up when no one else could. Only he could do it. Only the devil.
Ronin Beaufort
Maybe you were insane, but wasn’t that worth it?
The thoughts you just clung onto like a lifeline disappeared as you heard a grunt. Eyes meeting one another and you saw almost a concerned expression on Ronin. His arm clutched you closer, the other that had been hanging down, now pulled up as his hand touched your cheek. The soft texture of his fingers swiped over your eyes. Had you been…crying? You feel the wet spots on your face. Not just tears, but sweat. For once you saw the devil, THE Ronin beaufort losing his smirk. For once you saw him wondering what may have gotten into your head. It was almost overwhelming. Everything felt overwhelming.
You couldn’t remember what happened. Suddenly everything crashed. Shots, blood, screaming, laughing, death. Everything spinned in your head. Everything was so loud in your head. The images of what you read, of what you knew Ronin committed. You laid there with him, saw everything, witnessed it all. Yet you weren’t concerned about that. You were concerned about what HE thinks of you. Pathetic, alone, you barely meant a thing in the world. He was known. Hated, yes. But known. He meant something, even if that was for all the bad reasons. But you? What did you offer to him? Nothing. You could’ve been swapped out with anyone else. It wouldn’t have changed anything.
And once again, the thoughts, gone. You felt his lips. Felt his touch. The overwhelming feeling, gone. You held him close, if not the other way around being enough. His lips tasted like iron, you knew why, you simply couldn’t care less though. Arm so tight on your back, squeezing those thoughts away as if he knew what they were. Everything burned in your body, clothes clutched against you. Yet, him being there? It made these feelings lessen. Once again you ask yourself, why you? What was it within you that made him cling to you? Was it just a game to him? Maybe it was to humiliate you?
And there it was again. That feeling. That feeling that clutched into you, ripping your skin apart. That feeling that burns your insides, making them feel heavy. That feeling that made you twist and turn mentally. The feeling that made you breath heavy.
You held your body close, tears streaming freely now. You simply couldn't take it anymore. It was all so loud in your head. As if something was banging your head from the inside, slowly scratching your brain until it was bleeding, and now that noise was incarnated in you. His touch wouldn't do it anymore. It didn’t get you out of that space. It didn’t satisfy that lonely heart anymore. It desired more than that. It desired his love, his attention, his devotion to you and you only. If you could you would rip out your aorta by yourself and hand it to him, just so he could kiss it better. You needed him. You wanted him. You desired him and him only.
Ronin spoke up. It didn’t make the feeling stop like before, but it made you share your attention to him.
“What’s the matter, darling?” His voice was rough, raspy and filled with sleep. The slightest hint of worry and curiosity mixed within his words. You didn't believe him. His sudden kindness, his humain posture, his gentle smile.
This isn't Ronin Beaufort.
Not the Ronin Beaufort.
No, it was just some stranger. An imposer to what you didn't need. The pity. What pity do you want from the devil? Truly spoken sarcasm you could call it. And you hated yourself for it. The fact you couldn't trust him being nice. Like you needed his attitude. Like you needed his….hate? No, it wasn't hate. The word you searched for just didn't find itself. It was his…his control you need. When he breaks you so deeply. When he tells you to watch out, to be aware, to be….
“Darling?” The voice snapped you back, this time it wasn't as calm anymore, a sweet sound of impatience ran across it. That is what you wanted to hear.
Ronin Beaufort.
Your eyes fixated on his. They were small, looking sharply at you like the knife's he cut his victims open with. His smile turned slowly into a frown. He couldn't keep up his nice side for much longer than a small timespan and you already overstepped it. But you didn't mind. You wanted him, not them. Those who laugh in your face, cheer you up just to spit on it in the end. It made you realize something.
Shots, blood, screaming, laughing, death. You didn't think of him here. No. Your mind got it all wrong once again. You think of their words, how they shot you directly in your heart, letting it bleed out. Your screams at night for anything. For hope, for love, for a better life. Their laughter as they stare at you, judge you, hate you. You wished them to be dead. Dead in your head, dead in your life. Oh how much you would sacrifice to the devil for it.
But you didn't need to.
You gave him his proof already. You ended it on your own. You did it. You and you alone killed them.
It wasn't for you. It was for him. For him and him only. The devil, The butcher.
Ronin Beaufort.
You felt his hand tightly in between your neck and your back, scruffing you up like a vet with a cat to paralyze it. It worked a charm on you because there was no movement in your body any longer. Your body was stiff, hanging there like dead meat, your breathing temporarily stopped as he pressed tighter before releasing your skin ever so slightly again. His impatience ran out and you couldn't be happier. Yet, the thought crossed your mind. The thought that made you stand still. The thought that terrorizes you every day since you're the devil's helper. Your mouth was dry, burning even, unable to let out real words. But you needed to share it. Your ideas, your visuals. It's what he asked, no, what he demanded from you. It took a deep breath and all your strength to hit out a single tone. Soon it was followed by a letter, then a word.
“Why?”
It wasn't much. Three letters. One word. But the question was heavy. For Ronin it didn't take long to understand the context of his long awaited response. He remembered when you two got together right in his favorite alley. Him pinning you down, having expected to get stabbed the minute he started getting explicit. Instead you followed the dare, kissing him like the world dependent on it. It's been a week since then and you stayed with him. Stayed in his room, stayed in his clothes, stayed in his mind. Yet it appears to be that even the most messed up ‘normal’ human still gets damaged by the initial thought of staying together and especially close to a psychotic killer. The full question his favorite little helper wanted to ask was ‘Why did you pick me? Why not everyone else?’. He would remain silent every single time. There was nothing to say for him. The most obvious reason already laid there, pouty face, small eyes. But after an entire week all he could let out was a chuckle. It sounded so cocky, sarcastic even, as if you had answered with ‘3’ when he asked you what 1+1 equals to. Humiliation, that’s what it felt like, but you didn’t even know for what. You tried to leave his grasp only for him to tighten it back up, giving you no space to react. Like a dog he chewed tightly onto your body, teeth sinking in. The metaphor worked greatly since you can feel his fingernails practically poking into you, making you almost tear up from the pain. He stared at you with such an intense stare you’d swear he was gonna eat you alive here and now.
"Why not, Darling? You were given an apple, but it was you to bite it. Tasting the forbidden fruit.” (This came from @6feathered6siren6 btw)
His voice was low, filled with an undefined tone. Was it rage or was it reassurance? Love or despise? You were never sure but that’s what you loved in him, needed in him, wanted from him. Your devil, your butcher.
Ronin Beaufort
“I gave you a fucking place, gave you all the love and took you in, you took the devil's hand without any hesitation.”
He wasn't entirely wrong and you get what he was trying to say. Although you were just another human, you still were far from being the same. Who would willingly date a serial killer? Who would willingly stay in his house? Willingly shared his clothes, the same that he had covered in his victims blood? Who willingly ate the devil's meals without a care in the world about what it contained? No one but you. No one but his darling. No one but the devil's little helper. No one but someone as psychotic as you.
He wanted you, because you desired him like no other ever could. You and you only let yourself drop into his arms. Only someone like you trusted him fully. Only you sacrificed everything for him.
It made you feel comfortable, safe even. Every problem you had, just gone, as the devil pulled you back down, holding you against his body. He was warm, reassuring. It was something you missed out the entire time. His behaviour, his reactions, his breath. They were for you. Everything was for you, just like you were everything for him.
After all, he was your devil, your butcher.
Your Ronin Beaufort
Tears clinged onto your face as you held him back, the same way he used to do earlier. He was right, as always. Your hands grabbed his hair, feeling the soft texture. It always surprised you how this man kept his hair so soft with how much blood he tangled in it. Arms shaking so badly as you let yourself drop, practically naked right in front of the devil's eyes. You hated looking weak, it made you look pathetic, but he loved it. He loved when you let go, even if he’d never tell you the truth. It wasn’t the power he loved, it was the trust he had truly desired. His hands caressed your back slowly. No words were needed, he had you right here. Times passed by slowly for him, but he would wait. Wait till the thoughts disappear, wait till you can finally rest. He could feel your breath slowing down, your body slumbing as you started to drift off to sleep. Once he was sure you were fully asleep he leaned his head over, giving you a kiss on your forehead before laying back down, closing his own eyes again.
He loved you. Forever and always.
Ronin Beaufort
Killer chat BAND AU made by @humancoffinfly !!! Recently he introduced my to Killer chat and I have been obsesed ever since. He made a band AU and I have been obsessed even more. Here is the poste I made for the band AU! PLUS close ups because this thing is way too big.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH RONIN!!!!!!!
🌸 🌸 🌸 Sakura Tea Cobbler Miku🌸🌸🌸
