A mouse in a trap, but you put yourself there.
1.5k Words; Ronin x Reader (2/2)
Killer Chat! Fanfic
Small Spoiler Warning for Ronin's LAST Name!
You didn't expect the reaction you receive for the little stunt you pulled, and in only made you want to kill this fuck more. And he thrived on it. You were giving him exactly what he wanted. Playing right into his game. You're the devil's favorite pass time.
Ronin doesn’t answer straight away. You sit there in silence, watching the minutes go by, waiting for his response. What you didn’t know is that he was leaning back in his chair, laughing like a maniac. He did it. He drove you to kill, to kill for him. Over and over you carved out their hearts. The recent cases were strange, he knew it wasn’t anyone in the server and he had this gut wrenching feeling it was you, his corrupted play thing. He moved closer to his desk, admiring the photos while trying to calm himself. He was so giddy, his heart was racing. You were insane.
And he fucking loved that.
He finally responds, the profile making you perk up. The moment you were waiting for…
`you went Crazy trying to prove to me U were a killer.`
`and you are carvin’ hearts. just for me? i’m Touched.`
`Even now, you make such a pretty killer. like I knew you could be.`
Your breath catches. He was so cocky about it, insulting you yet praising you. It made your stomach ache, your chest throb. You hated that feeling he brought you. He’s pushing you again, but this time, it’s different. You know it's different. It’s no longer about proving yourself, you’ve done it. Now? It’s about keeping up what you’ve become. You’re not just a puppet anymore, a toy he could break and mold the way he wanted. You’re the performance, his favorite. And he’ll sit there hounding you until you fall in line like he wants you to.
You close the chat window, feeling your face heat up at the thought. You hated this, feeling powerless. When you thought you had control, when you thought you’d finally give him something he could choke on. He didn’t miss a beat. You tugged at your hair as you sat back in your chair, your thoughts racing. He couldn’t get enough of you, you couldn't get enough of him. It was like two snakes trying to eat each other, an endless cycle.
You needed to do something, you wanted to see him be the one surprised. Wanted him to get a taste of his own poison. But you needed time.
Ronin stared at your profile, his smile wide. He knew exactly what he was doing, pulling every string just right, stepping on every nerve he needed to hit. You were going to do exactly what he wanted. You’d keep working and working to prove you can be a real serial killer! That you can hurt someone if it means proving yourself worthy! And he fucking loved it. He craved seeing your dull eyes in every photo, the way you squeezed every heart as if scared to drop them. He never had someone so disgustingly devoted like that.
He stood up from his chair, stepping towards and falling back against his bed. He’d come after you soon.
Or better yet? He’d lure you right to him.
Ronin and you had been going back and forth ever since that day. You sent him every kill, hoping to get a reaction from him, only to get mocked or insulted. Sometimes it felt like he was trying to flirt, but that couldn’t be true. He hated you, he wanted to break you. And you hated him. You knew that well.
So, when Ronin had so graciously spared you his last name and location, you quickly made your move. Bringing a knife with you in your back pocket, you made your way to his infamous purgatory. Apparently your efforts taught you nothing, because you were just like a mouse.
And you walked directly into his trap.
Someone stepped up from behind you, the shadows masking their figure as they surged towards you. You had no time to pull your knife out, so you quickly swung. You missed the first two, but caught them off guard the third time, hitting them square in the face. You expected what followed, that same, gut wrenching laugh. It was Ronin, he was toying with you. Again. You tried to swing again, only for you to be shoved against the wall of the alley, one hand on your shoulder the other on the wall behind you.
He was close, invading your personal space. His breath fanned on your face and you smelled the faint scent of iron. When you finally got a clear look at him, you could see blood trickling down his nose… and for that matter? His cheek. His sleeves were damped, slightly red as well. Had he murdered someone before meeting you here? You could assume so.
“So we meet~ Finally.” his voice rang out, so close it made your heart skip a beat. Not because it made you feel any particular positive way. No, you hated this. You keep telling yourself that. You scoffed, words laced with insincerity as you spoke. “So we do.” you leaned further against the wall, trying to create some space, which he only closed up again. He moved his hand from your shoulder to the wall beside your head, parallel to his other hand. “Aren’t you a pleasure?”
His twisted smile burned into your memory, you could never forget it. It wasn’t until he leaned in closer, his mouth right next to your ear that you realized he had the upper hand completely here. He chuckled, leaning his head against yours as he spoke. “Look at you. So angry. So… determined. To get a rise out of me that you walked straight into my personal fuckin’ playground. Did you really think you could accomplish much? Though you’d strike me down, make me kneel? Kill me?” You tensed up immediately. He knew. He knew you planned to kill him, he knew you planned to prove yourself one final time. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you brought a knife. So come on~ Show me. What are you gonna do huh? You gonna kiss my throat with that blade? Stab right through and watch the blood flow out? Or are you gonna finally accept that achin’ feelin’ I left in your chest.”
You couldn’t move. He read you like a book. You both knew you had only been this obsessed over him, over proving him wrong, because you fault something for him. You loved him. You loved him and you hated it. Your hands trembled as you reached for your pocket, only for him to yank the knife out for you and place it in your shaking hands.
“Come on, darlin’, you’ve got two options here! Kill me, do it. Take what you have so desperately worked for! Or you can drop the knife and just. Give. In.” He lowered his hands, towering over you slightly.
You had the option. You had the opening. You had every right to stab him, kill him. Destroy his pride in his very territory after everything you went through.
You found yourself dropping the knife and stepping forward. His grin widened as you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him closer to you. Your faces were impossibly close, staring directly into each other's eyes. All he had to do was mouth the words, and you kissed him. A hand shooting to the back of his head to move him closer, your eyes going shut.
You kissed the very devil that made you this way.
He lost it, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and keeping you close, the other hand gently steadying you by your waist. He laughed into the kiss, laughing like a fucking maniac as he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You two stayed like that for a while, pulling away for short gasps of air, before you finally came to your senses and pulled off. But by then it was already too late. He shot you a knowing look, wiping the smeared blood from his lips.
“I knew it. To show your truth. You’re in love with me. You could’ve ended me right there, you should’ve. But you didn’t. And I know you wouldn’t.”
He grabbed your chin roughly, pecking your cheek as he took in the sight. You were a mess, your hair was messy, your face was red. Your eyes held so much anger, frustration… yet something more. Blood smeared on your lips from the kiss as well, it only made him want to kiss you again. He pulled you closer, ignoring your meek protests. He loved it when you looked at him with this hatred, the desire to ruin him but helpless to actually do it.
“You were starving. You were insatiable. You were a mess. I helped you, saved you! And you turned out wonderfully. Isn’t this everything you ever wanted?” Your heart was racing at his words. You weren’t sure you wanted this before, but the look he was giving you made you believe otherwise. “I hate you.. I hate you, Beaufort.” you spat out, your voice trembling. It was all you could muster, and you both knew you didn’t mean it.
“Mm. I love you too, my fallen angel. So fuckin’ rotten, yet so fuckin’ divine.”
He moved his hands to your wrist, carefully leaving the alley with you in hand. He had you now, completely. And he never planned on letting go.
Special @ of the fic would be~ @luvss4sar <3 here is the second part, little leaflet.
This took some direct and some more indirect quotes from Ronin’s route! I kept this one going, following meeting him in purgatory. But his tone is shifted, and you’re more confused than ever. Hehe I really have fun writing this! And I’ve been meaning to write a part two to this one for.. FOREVER! Please enjoy!
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