My good, fantastic, great friend who also happens to be a jack = bon denier, much like myself, came up with an absolutely amazing theory that I feel the darling walten files fans of tumblr deserve to hear about.
This entire segment?
This was all Bon. Bon was imitating Jack, possibly attempting to give Rosemary either a sense of closure, or trying to deliberately encourage her to forget about her husband so she would be easier to persuade once he lured her back to the restaurant.
How would he know about Jack's hunting hobby? Well, we know he's been spotted in the house several times practically stalking Rosemary and Sophie,
We also know he was likely the "angel" Sophie was talking to. Whose to say Sophie wouldn't have disclosed that her father was a hunter? It's not a secret. The house is decked in photos and hunting trophies that nod to Jack's hobby.
I also would like to point out my own observation of Rosemary and Bon's interaction in the back room behind the stage,
This bit here, where Rosemary explains she designed Rocket, sounds quite a lot like he is JUST finding out she designed the bon character. "You! Oh you!" He is delighted to realize who she is, his tone of voice suggests a sort of excited surprise, rather than the knowledge of someone like Jack, who would have either had no reaction to that particular dialog or would have probably said something different/dismissive... anyway. Where my bon is jack deniers at..
what would the killer chat li's reaction would be for a reader that's concerningly at the wrong place at the wrong time (e.i. reader stumbling in a crime scene covered in spilt tomato sauce that gets mistaken as blood) in other words just a really unlucky reader.
Your phone screen ticks another minute forward, 2:49. The still air reflects the aroma of rot and death, and maybe a hint of something metallic as you drag your legs through the quiet of the town. You kick your feet through the thick tension of the air.. perhaps your sinus' are too glossed over to actually acknowledge the intense, consistent pressure in the breeze.
You were hungry. That's why you were out at this time. Fridge drier than the sahara, no delivery places open, your only option was to stick on a gps and trudge to the nearest 24hr takeout. Dingy and no more than a 3 star rating in food hygiene. Likely a laundering scheme, but it was the only option, obviously!
'Take a left-' You dismiss the robotic voice in your ear, taking a hard left into a narrow walkway.
Your sleep deprived brain failed to rememeber the significant differnece between your left and google maps' left.
The distant sound of chortling alerts you as you unplug the airpods in your ears. Why do you even have them in anyway??
"Pleas-"
"i know, i know.." a familar tone cooes, followed by a higher pitch of choking.
Against any better judgement that you clearly do not possess, you step forward into the depths of the alley. Only to catch a glimpse of none other than your demonic partner, Ronin Beaufort, actively harvesting a mans jugular against the shine of the moon.
His acute senses trigger, wringing his fist around the mans throat before slowly staring back at you.
His grip loosens immeasurably.
Not a lot leaves Ronin speechless, but you sure as hell keep that man on his toes.
"Baby? What-"
"Busy? Sorry." You mumble before promptly spinning on your heel.
Ronin is left flabberghasted, red trickling down his scabbed knuckles. The mood is over, and he's no longer in his right mind to play with his food; promptly finishing the job and rushing after you.
šą§ You stress him out. Instead of blonde roots seeping through, grey strings of keratin slither through his red hair.
šą§ You're a modern day example of natural selection, and Ronin is shocked at how long youve been able to survive given your poor life choices.
šą§ It's your nonchalance about it that kinda freaks him out. How often does this happen, he can't help but presume..
Angel .
You're sat on a smooth albeit uncomfortable bench in a brightly lit police station, covered in what you can only describe as actively curdling ketchup splayed over you like a political artpiece.
You had gone to the market for your weekly shop after work, to pick up the essentials in life; which of course would include ketchup. You try to think of a logical solution to the dialema, but all that comes up is that the universe hates your guts. The bottle became pressurized. What kind of average ketchup bottle is pressurized????
"You have got to understand maam- a deceased body discovered in the same vicinity as someone smothered with... red raises concerns to the public-" The officer gestures to you.
"Look at them! In what world does blood have such pigment and smell like tomatos?!"
Everytime you think you've hit rock bottom, it could always be so much worse.
šą§ Maria (bless her heart) has had to rat you out more times than you could count.
šą§ She has seriously considered the concept of keeping you on a permanant leash to prevent prediciments like this.
šą§ She is 90% sure you'd find a way to commit tax evasion or something just sitting there, though.
Misaki.
Misaki perches herself flush against the roof, adjusting the rifle in her grip.
"I think i see him," They mumble absently into the phone. You let out a hum in response, not wanting to interept them further.
Misaki squints, adjusts the gun scope, and takes the shot.
It cuts through the quiet evening air, thwipping past like a knife through butter.
The bullet swivels through the atmosphere, Misaki waiting in knowing anticipation as it beelines for the head of a corrupt boss that-
Glides past freely. The bullet hits and burrows into the ground like an anvil, right in front of none other than your new shoes. Inches away. No, an inch away.
"Did you do it?" You walk past the bullet, oblivious, as Misaki's heart actively takes solitiude in their ass when realisation hits.
Her persistantly steady fingers now are quivering with adrenaline that won't cease, her heart only growing heavier when they fantically ask where you were at the moment, confirming the suspicion that they almost bodied their partner.
Misaki did not get payed for that assassination job, unable to complete it. Misaki also held you extra tight that night.
šą§ You scare her. Like. Allot.
šą§ They wont specify why, but they beg you to either stay home or out of town during their assassinations.
šą§ Often has nightmares about how that day couldve gone.
V.
Valentin lives for order and schedule in his life. That was before.. you. The epitome of mess. He loves you, truly, but who did you piss off to warrent such lack of luck?
The drive home is quiet and unsteady. The psychological friction in the air is evident, but by this point, youāve become desensitised to anything unusual or tense.
Val sits you down, softly positoning your chin between his thumb and forefinger. V runs his finger down a rough patch of dried blood down your jaw.
"..Is any of this your blood?" He murmers, softly wiping the crimson on your cheek.
"...No."
Immaculate timing, really. You rounded acorner, trying to make it home without drama. Only to witness the gory manifestation of murder take over your periphery. And of course, being you, you had to take home a souviner of blood gashed onto you like a community murel.
So much for a lazy day. Who on earth kills in broad daylight??
And so you find yourself softly being attended to by none other than your lovely partner, washing away the blood of a victim that you try not to think about too hard.
šą§ Valentin sees you as a delicicate thing. He can't help the though, and with that thought comes waves of worrying.
šą§ Intentionally offers to run errands for you, just to prevent any other predicaments that could occur.
šą§ Before meeting you, he didn't use his phone for communication allot, but in meeting you he often checks up to ensure you aren't dead.
a/nĀ²: can we tell i got lazy with V... im sorry
ignore any spelling/ grammar mistakes pleaase.... im tired :C
Jack Walten is no saint, but the villains of this series will ALWAYS be Felix and Bon. Felix was an irresponsible idiot who tore apart a a family and didnāt learn a thing from it, covering his tracks and going business as usual and Bon, no matter his past, is a monster who took advantage of a grieving woman whom HE widowed, and brutally, horrifically murdered her, dooming her to a painful eternity of staying by his side against her will, (not even mentioning the many other victims Bon has gone on to torment, all innocent.)
Jack is a man of his time but if you think him anywhere CLOSE as evil as the other two men, youāre delusional. As imperfect as he was, he loved his family, and all he wished for is their happiness. His last words were ones of LOVE towards his wife and their remaining child, and even as a spirit, he encouraged her to survive, believing in her. No matter what, deep down he truly believed in her.
Itās why, in my opinion, itās pretty obvious that Bon is not Jack. True love requires selflessness, and the last time we truly see Jack in the fifth episode, he begs Rose to forget him so she can move forward. Bon, like the selfish creature he is, would rather Rose suffers immensely, lives in agony every second, than be away from him. Heād rather have her with him and broken than healing and away. I hope Sophie gets his ass right after she beats the daylights out of Felix.
I would like to think yandere fairy would have a slightly similar vibe to Silas since elves are kinda like a sub-spicies that evolved from fairies but would also be fundementally different.
Like elves are more detached from fairies thus require spells and grimoires to actually use magic, meanwhile fairies are naturally magic and can cast it as easily as breathing.
I'd also like to think fairies would be more likely to commit evil without fully grasping the situation. Elves are more rational and stoic, they usually have no interest in others and only care about their studies.
But fairies would carry a lot of strong emotions in their tiny bodies. They'd express their love more freely, they'd get angry or sad easily, they'd have a lot more energy to them.
If a fairy falls in love with you he'd try to appeal to you by gifting you flowers and fruits, and at first you'd think that he's oh so adorable. He'd hide in your hair, give a shy little kiss to your cheek, hug your finger with his tiny body begging you not to go.
Alas a fairy's love is very deep, obviously he'd go above and beyond for his soulmate. If the fairy sees someone being mean to you or putting you in a difficult situation he'd do everything in his power to help you. That's why the next time you go to visit your little fairy friend you'd find that person who has been making your life difficult completely absorbed into a tree.
They are still alive but they are silent and unmoving. Nature has taken a hold of them and as they are now one with the tree you can no longer separate them.
The fairy would be so excited showing it to you, flying around you like a pretty butterfly and pulling at your clothes, urging you to take a closer look at his gift. Are you happy? Do you like him even more now? Why do you seem upset...? Didn't he do something good for you?
He doesn't really get it. His little magical mind doesn't get the moral compass of humans, but that's okay. It's not that important. You two can just have some sweets and forget all about it. It wasn't that important anyway.
Ignore the rumors about having fairy food making you unable to leave the forest. He worked so hard to make something delicious for you with his tiny body. Look at how much he loves you.
Me watching the newest episode of Walten Files over and over again and getting so excited when I see Bon: I wonder if there's any Bon x Reader smut on tumblr
He believes that you are absolute perfection and anyone else should be purged. He doesn't want anyone to ruin his precious little (Y/N).
Bon had originally met you while you had been working at the K-9 storage unit. You were given the task of clearing out the back rooms and the first thing you had to move was Bon.
At first he couldn't quite figure out what that odd feeling was. Why did he feel so weird when you came close to him. He knew it wasn't bloodlust...it was oddly similar to the satisfaction and joy he got after successfully making someone beautiful.
It didn't take long for him to figure out what the feeling was and as soon as he did he began to plan how he would reveal his true self to you.
This plan ended up being quite gruesome and overall probably not the best considering he's trying to get on your good side-
While you were asleep he lured everyone else you had been working with away and slaughtered them. Once you had woken up and realized they were gone it was already to late.
You wondered around for a bit, calling out to them in hopes that this was just some dumb joke before you stopped in front of the room you had placed Bon in. Maybe in here?
Once you had walked in you were greeted by a rather bloody sight. All you could do was stare at their mangled corpses as fear quickly took hold of your mind.
Just as you were about to run and get help the door slammed behind you and a hand landed on your shoulder. Definitely not the greatest impression-
Ever since then you haven't been able to get rid of him. Bon follows you where ever you go, he doesn't want someone to taint his little angel now does he?
He is going to isolate you from everyone else. The world is disgusting and the people are worse. It doesn't matter how close you are to others, they only want to use you. Bon just wants the best for you. You know that, right?
He is going to massacre anyone who has ever crossed you, no matter how small it might be they will be killed for ever thinking they could get away with hurting you.
Bon would have taken you and hidden you somewhere a long time ago if he could. However, he knows humans are fragile beings and he wouldn't be able to provide you with what you need. So as much as it pains and angers him he knows that you must keep going out into this tainted world.
Don't worry though, he would never leave you to fend for yourself though. He's always watching. He's gotten very good at hiding in plain sight and despite his size he's never been caught. At least not by anyone who had lived to tell the tale.
summary: he swore he could never love a human, yet every time he saw her smile, his resolve unraveled a little more.
w.c: 736
muzan would never fall in love with a mortal human being. he was far above that.
and yet, here he was again.
walking the same dimly lit path, gravel crunching beneath his polished shoes as he shifted into one of his many disguises. the same one he always wore when he wanted to see you.
he told himself it was curiosity. boredom. a passing amusement. but the longer it went on, the harder it became to believe his own lies.
now he stood in front of your door, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand.
he knocked. once. twice.
then he waited.
a part of him hoped you werenāt home. that would make things easier.
but you were.
you opened the door with a warm, sleepy smileāthe kind that tugged at something buried deep inside him. a smile he would never admit he longed for.
ātsukihiko? what are you doing here? itās late,ā you asked, stepping slightly to the side as the soft glow of your home spilled into muzanās pale skin.
muzanāno, tsukihikoāstood still for a moment, just watching you. there was something disarming about the way you looked tonight: barefaced, wrapped in a loose night yukata, hair slightly tousled.
he held out the flowers. āi wasā¦ in the area.ā
you raised a brow, skeptical. āwith my favorite flowers?ā
his lips twitchedāalmost a smile. ācoincidence,ā he lied.
āsure,ā you laughed softly, accepting the bouquet. ādo you want to come in?ā
he nodded, stepping inside as you closed the door behind him.
the first time you met, heād been hanging by a threadāirritated, dangerously close to lashing out.
he had bumped into you. and yet you were the one apologizing.
something about that made him stop.
you had looked up at him with flustered eyes and said, āiām so sorry, i didnāt see you there!ā
something in him had faltered.
panicking under your gaze, heād blurted out the first thing that came to mind. ādo you know where the festival this week is being held?ā
he hadnāt even been sure there was one.
but you smiled. āoh! itās on friday. itās a bit far from here. would you like me to come with you so you donāt get lost?ā
he blinked, caught off guard. not just by your answer but by your sincerity.
āā¦if itās not too much trouble,ā he murmured.
ānot at all,ā you beamed. āitās more fun with company.ā
you had started walking beside him that day, chattering easily about the neighborhood, the food stalls, and the best places to see fireworks. he hadnāt said much. he didnāt need to. your voice filled the silence, and he hadnāt minded.
he shouldāve left. disappeared like smoke. but insteadā¦ he met you again.
and again.
and again.
now, in your home, you moved quietly through your space, arranging the flowers he brought. when you returned, you placed tea on the table in front of him and took the seat across.
he didnāt like it.
he didnāt want the table between you.
he wanted you beside him, shoulder to shoulder. he wanted your warmth pressed against the chill that never left his skin. he wanted to feel something alive.
more than anything, he wanted you marked. his scent on your clothes. your skin. your entire being.
because if something slipped past himāif one of his demons disobeyedāhe needed them to know who you belonged to. who would kill for you.
you sipped your tea quietly, unaware of the war inside him.
āyou smell different tonight,ā he murmured, eyes locked on you.
you blinked, surprised. āiāI used a new soap.ā
ādonāt change it,ā he said.
āokay?ā you replied, a little uncertain. āi didnāt think soap mattered that much.ā
āit does,ā he said softly.
because that scentā¦ it was yours.
you looked down into your cup, your cheeks warming. there was something in the way he watched you that made your heart flutter like he could see straight through you.
and muzanā¦ he was captivated.
by your voice, your warmth, your presence.
you were everything he wasnātāhuman, fleeting, bright. and yet, you made him want to stay.
you didnāt fear him. you shouldāve. but you didnāt.
and that intrigued him more than anything else.
you, without knowing it, carved a space inside himāa place no one else had ever touched.
and for the first time in centuries, muzan wasnāt in control.
it's such bs that the whole guilt-ridden stoic self-sacrificing martyr thing doesn't work outside of fiction. repressing all your emotions and neglecting your physical wellbeing should make you god's most tragically beautiful morally unassailable little soldier of righteousness but all it does is give you bad skin and gastrointestinal problems
like what do you MEAN the number 1 sexiest character trait of all time is just kind of offputting and bad for you in real life. next you'll tell me smoking has consequences other than looking like a mysterious badass
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