good morning, afternoon, or night to you,
i just read your ronin fic and would LOVE more.. your writing is so captivating
i have no requests that currently come to mind, but I would love some angst and/or hurt/comfort
please and thank you, 🌀anon
mmmm…. hurt comfort my favorite 🤤
thank you for the compliment!!! i honestly was in a “slam poetry” type of mood and used that to write my last one :))
please enjoy, and don’t be shy! send requests my way, i love angel and ronin so i’ll write anything for both of them.
ronin’s favorite pastime was to fuck with you.
he lived for the way your bottom lip would stick out into the cutest pout he’d ever seen. how your eyes, so bright and innocent, would widen to make you seem like a little doe.
that was the first thing about you that captivated him. part of him wanted to keep you locked away forever, constantly messing with your mind to watch fat tears roll down your soft face.
you couldn’t tell if it was all a cruel joke, or if you had actually won the affection of elisyum’s most wanted serial killer. the way he looked at you seemed… genuine. but maybe he wanted to keep your face as a trophy of his favorite kill.
and ronin, as unpredictable as he is, has actually been an amazing boyfriend. he cares about you, once he realizes your feelings are genuine. you took him by surprise, sticking around even after your novel is published. because you care. something ronin wasn’t used to.
another thing ronin wasn’t used to was your stubbornness to prove yourself. he was used to his compliant doll, not this headstrong partner desperate to make a name for themselves. constantly working, even overworking yourself. which, go you, but sometimes he just wanted quality time with you.
which leads us to now, a pouty ronin sitting on your bed, desperately wanting to watch a shitty movie and fall asleep with you in his arms. yet you were glued to your computer, trying to write a draft of a new book.
“the creative juices are flowing, ro. i gotta get them written before the ideas leave!”
that’s what you had told him. 2 hours ago.
he doesn’t think you’re actually aware that it’s been 2 hours, considering you haven’t looked away from the screen once. not to check your phone, or drink water, or even look in his direction.
he’s 2 seconds away from snatching you out of the chair and holding you down until you stop fighting.
‘actually, that’s an amazing idea. god, i’m a fucking genius.”
so, he does. he spins your chair away, hauls you up by the arms, throws you over his shoulder, and plops his happy ass on the bed!
“wh- HEY! ronin, put me down!”
“no can do, darling. it’s for my mental health.”
he pouts a bit at that last part, slightly mocking, in his own weird and condescending way.
“what is wrong with you?? im working! let me go!”
you start trying to slap his arms away. his big, muscular, strong…. stop it. he’s literally holding you hostage!
“awwww… am i less important than your book? is that it?”
wow… uh… that had some bite to it.
“what? no- ronin! i already told you, i have to get these ideas out!”
you squirmed slightly less in his iron grip, confused at why he suddenly snapped at you.
“ideas ideas, baby i’m right here! i’m your muse, aren’t i? i give you all the ideas in that pretty little head.”
“it’s not that easy, you know. there has to be, like, an actual plot?”
“nah, spend time with me instead. that’ll get the gears turning, huh?”
“i already told you, we can watch a movie in a minute. i have to work on my book-”
“quit talking about your stupid fuckin book! jesus christ, do i gotta beg for your attention these days? it’s been two hours! i’m sick of waiting.”
you just froze. shit, what could you say, anyways?
this time when you struggled free, he just let you go. you stood up from the bed as fast as your half asleep legs would let you, and just stared at him.
“tell me how you really feel, why don’t you?”
hurt was evident across your face. you thought he was proud of you, happy to be by your side and help with the writing process.
but shit, this has you second guessing everything.
“wait, darling i didn’t mean it like that. i just-”
he’s backtracking now. wonderful. the first time he’s snapped at you like that in your relationship together, letting his truth out in frustration, and he’s trying to take it back to spare your feelings.
“no, ronin. i… y’know what? i think it’s better if you just go.”
that hit him in the chest like a 40 pound dumbbell.
“baby, hang on! just listen-”
“no, ronin. get out. i need space, which you clearly can’t understand seeing as you dragged me onto the bed. leave.”
damn. well he didn’t expect that reaction. he was at a loss for words, for once. you had never been this harsh with him before, not to say he didn’t deserve it.
so, he listened. he silently got up, grabbed his jacket and shoes, and walked out the front door. he looked like a kicked puppy, he didn’t know what to do.
he tried to call you later that night, straight to voicemail. maybe you’re phone is on do not disturb?
so he called again. and again, and again, and….
“darling! i just want to talk-”
“i- no… but just listen-”
ronin stared at his phone in genuine disbelief. you have never been this cold to him before, and he has never felt more desperate.
he sighed, turning off his phone and running his hands down his face. he fucked up. he has never seen you this upset about something. he literally spend the first 3 months knowing you threatening to murder you, and this is what hit close for you.
and he knew it was his fault, he couldn’t blame you for being mad at him.
‘fuuuck. i need to blow off some steam.’
the text finally came later that night, while he was bashing some douche’s skull in with his crowbar.
text me when you see this
so i know that you’re safe
ronin didn’t see that last part until a few hours later, after his anger was sedated and his body count had gone up by a few. but he was elated when he saw it.
he picked out the best bouquet of your favorite flowers he could find, attempted to wipe the blood off of his face, and made his way to your place.
it was still early, the sun had just just come up when he knocked on your door. you opened it looking like you had just come out of a coma, but ronin thought this was the best you had ever looked.
“ro? its 7 am. when i said later i didn’t mean this early…”
“sorry darling, but i want to talk. can i come in…?”
despite the blood on his jacket, this was the smallest he had ever looked. it broke something inside of you as you pulled the door open more. he gave a quick kiss to your cheek and pushed the bouquet into your hands, smiling down at your half-asleep face.
“thanks for the flowers ro, they’re pretty.”
“not as pretty as you, darling. and… i’m sorry about last night. i was just frustrated. i shouldn’t have snapped at you, i just wanted to spend time with you, yknow?”
“i know, and im sorry too. i took way too long writing, i just got excited!”
he smiled at you, and walked towards the couch. he had every intention of flopping down for a nap-
“-don’t you dare sit on my couch! go take a shower! you’re covered in blood, dude.”
“…right. forgot about that. i’ll go shower, then we can watch that movie?”
you sighed wistfully and nodded, watching him as he walked to the bathroom.
‘that boy is going to be the death of me.’
i meant to finish this waaaaay sooner than i did, sorry anon!! i worked 2 doubles and then got suuuuper sick yesterday 😭😭
but it’s done! also not proud of the ending, but thanks for the request anon!
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