#kc x reader

[aizawhat]

he saw the plushie you have of him… have fun 💔 (hes gonna tease the living hell out of you now)

[chanell0vr]

Heyyya

I was wondering if we can get a fic of the ronin just being absolutely flustered by the reader and reader doesn’t even know what they are are doing

Or just flustered ronin pleaseee 🙏

OH MY WORD I LOVE THIS???? final exams are over so watch out I'm back cw: ronin being ronin, ronin route spoiler

It started with a hoodie.

Not just any hoodie... Ronin's hoodie. Black, oversized, fraying at the cuffs and still faintly smelling of blood and motor oil. You didn’t even ask before you threw it on one morning. You were cold. You didn’t think it’d matter.

You were wrong.

Ronin, upon seeing you curled up on the couch with his hoodie swallowing your frame, stared like you’d just skinned a god in his living room. He dropped the grocery bag in his hand. Apples rolled across the wooden floor like they were fleeing the scene.

“…You good?” you asked, blinking.

“Y-Yeah,” he coughed, turning away so fast you thought he pulled a muscle. “Fine. Just. Forgot something.” He didn’t come back into the room for twenty-two minutes. You timed it, but the hoodie was only the beginning.

It got worse when you leaned over him one day to grab a drink from the fridge, body brushing his shoulder like you didn’t just light his nerve endings on fire. You sipped the soda and mumbled, “Thanks for buying the cherry one, I know you hate it,” and walked away. Ronin sat there, blinking at the fridge door, completely unaware that it had been closed the whole time. He would later realize he hadn’t blinked for 47 seconds straight.

You weren’t trying to do anything. Not really. You just existed like you always had: comfortably, casually, like his space was yours now and had always been. You danced barefoot in his kitchen to songs he didn’t recognize. You left your toothbrush next to his, as if you’d always planned to. You’d scroll your phone, legs tucked under you on the couch, while he sharpened knives nearby.

And it wrecked him. He could carve a man’s spine out through the back and not flinch, but one look at your bare thighs in his hoodie and his brain turned to static.

You started noticing it after a while. The way he choked on air when you absentmindedly licked whipped cream off your finger. The way his knuckles went white when you chewed on your necklace, totally unaware you were staring directly at his mouth while doing it.

The way he nearly dropped a blade when you asked, casually, sweetly, “hey, do you think I’d look cute with blood on my cheeks, or is that more your thing?” That’s when it hit you.

You were flustering Ronin. The Butcher of Uptown. Your terrifying, eloquent, blood-drenched boyfriend, undone by whipped cream and accidental innuendo. So.... you decided to test it. You started running your fingers through his hair while he's focused on something else. Leaning on his back while he's working, chin on his shoulder, breath warm by his ear. You noticed the way he’d pause, every time.

You bent to pick something up and stretched deliberately, just once. He made a noise that sounded like a dying laptop fan and excused himself with the phrase, “I forgot I have to… sandpaper… something.”

You twirled a knife once while cooking and cooed, “I think I’m getting better at this. Might put you out of a job.” And he straight up dropped the dish towel, stared at you, and said in the most cracked voice imaginable:

“…You’re gonna kill me.”

You blinked, all fake innocence. “With the pasta?”

He looked away, hand dragging down his face. “With everything.” Eventually, you cornered him. Not with threats, not with blood. Just with a smile, and a bowl of strawberries, and that look on your face that made him feel like he was the one getting hunted. “You okay?” you asked sweetly, popping a berry between your lips. “You’ve been acting weird lately.”

Ronin stared at you like he wanted to bite something. His jaw ticked. “I’m not acting weird.”

“Mm,” you nodded. “Sure. So it’s totally normal for you to fumble a crowbar when I put on lip balm?” He inhaled sharply. You leaned closer. “Totally normal to walk into a wall?”

“You were singing.”

“I was singing 'my dead gay son'.”

“…”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “So… you are flustered.”

“I am not.”

You leaned in, resting your chin on your hand, grinning like sin. “Wanna kiss me again?” His ears went red.

“…Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish,” he warned.

You smiled sweetly. “Who says I’m not ready?” He stared at you. And then walked away, again.

From the hallway: “I hate you.”

“Love you too Beaufort.” And that was your new favorite game. Not teasing him to hurt him. Not pushing too far. Just… making him feel it. Making him realize that you weren’t afraid of him, not when he was ten seconds from combusting every time you so much as tied your hair up in front of him. Flustered Ronin wasn’t a myth. He was very real.

And he was yours. Crowned in blood. Brought low by soft smiles and cherry soda. And absolutely incapable of surviving one innocent wink.

God help him when you started wearing his rings.

[prettypuff]

Serial Sick

in which: your favorite serial killers find out you're sick pairings: ronin x reader || angel x reader || v x reader || misaki x reader

[moonlitdragonfruit]

You think the devil has horns, well so did I.

Ronin beaufort x reader

What happens when your bike gets busted, and the garage you go to has a certain devil working.

Reader has a motorcycle, reader is a university student, nothing bad happens it's just a drabble, reader probably thinks blood is hot it's kinda implied

WC: 1,185

A/N: My first X reader 👉👈 this was original x oc but I adjusted it. if the grammar is wrong or refers to a he instead of a you.. mb it's 1:15 and I'm sitting in my nans dark spare room. Banners from here and here!! NOT BETA READ!

You frequently prided yourself on the shiny condition of your bike. It was your baby, the thing you poured a lot of your disposable income into. You cared a lot about it.

What would you do if you couldn’t risk your life going 150 on a 80 highway, after all?

It wasn’t murder, but baby steps!

The care and time you lovingly poured into its condition was the same reason you screamed so loud when you left the dorm building and found the back of it battered.

Some asshat had decided to do donuts in the parking lot while drunk, if the note half assed and stuck on the back with a bit of chewed gum was anything to go off of. But you knew that lamenting over the fury of a busted bike would do nothing.

So you scraped off the gum and drove it to the closest garage that was open at six thirty in the morning, the thick downpour of rain not helping to ease your mood.

The motorcycle lulled as you pulled it into a slow break, back wheels screeching ever so slightly at the curve of movement.

The garage was simple, grey floors and white walls, a few cars being tinkered with and an overly strong smell of bleach, paint and… iron?

You pulled off your helmet, raking a hand through your hair, forcing it to bounce back to something semi presentable, and adjusted your shirt. You waved down a mechanic without particularly looking at who was coming, far too busy scowling at the dent.

You mean, really. Who would ruin such a nice coat of paint on such nice plating.

The steady sound of footfall got closer, and you crouch down to run your fingers along the indentation. “Nasty mark, I know. Can I get a quote on fixing it?” You murmur and peeled off your jacket, wrapping it around your waist with care- real leather should be taken care of.

The smell of bleach and iron got stronger, almost drowning out the paint with the added scent of grease. It smelt sharp.

“Aww, and here I thought you were here to see ya favorite mechanic.” The worker audibly pouted.

Knowing that voice, you thought, that pout would be the single most sarcastic thing he’d see all week.

You launched yourself around, legs tangling beneath you where you were still crouching, and you fell straight on your ass.

Ronin. The butcher. God’s least favorite freak, and Satan’s favorite representative.

He barked out a laugh, one hand resting in his jackets pocket with the other splayed out as an offering of help. “That excited to see me, darlin’?”

“Ronin.” you spat, knocking his hand out the way to scramble up yourself. “You work here? This is the single most unfortunate turn of events possible.”

You looked Ronin up and down, mentally taking a note of how terrifying he’d be in his alley- and how hot he’d be covered in blood.

“Well my alleys not too far, is it? Only makes sense I’d be close by, wouldn’t wanna travel too far.” Ronin grinned, hand still dangling awkwardly to the side. His eyes flickered down to it briefly, “And here I thought my favorite writer was all obsessed with me… ya breakin’ my heart.”

You grimace, hands previously at your side falling back to lean against your bike. “God I hope it kills you.” you groan. “Can you just… you know? Help me with my bike?”

“Well that’s my job darlin’, and I know a pretty little way you can pay for it.” Ronin leaned forward, still smirking as your personal space became his..

You pushed him away by the shoulders, briefly wondering if you were touching a jacket that was splattered with blood the night prior. “I’ve told you before, you need more creative threats. You’re not taking my heart for my bike. I’ll pay you with cash.” you retort flatly, rolling his eyes at the overdramaticised attempt at ‘hurt’ Ronin was trying to display.

Ronin continued to grin, the smile not faltering once, “Oh darlin’ I wasn’t talkin ‘bout that.”

His eyes shifted down, lingering on your lips. “I was thinkin’ something a little more… temporary. If I took your heart now, well that woulda cut our little game short.”

He shifted closer again, head so close your foreheads were almost touching. You could feel the heat of his skin. His eyes were dark, like an endless void. He stared, unwavering and smirking. Maybe you were insane, or maybe it really was attractive. Either way you were too far gone to care.

You were a rational person, and Ronin was one of his word. He said he’d cut out a heart and dedicate it to you, he did. He said he’d ruin your life, well he already had in some way. It was intoxicating, the truth and nothing but it being used in such a sharp edged way. You relished the way it dug into the skin covering your ribs, getting ever closer to breaking through and sliding through bones to your heart.

But if Ronin said he’d accept it as payment, he would. And who would you be to turn down a kiss from the hottest man you've seen in a long time, and a free bike repair. The pros outweighed the cons, even if the con was the fact you were about to kiss the man you were almost sure would kill you.

Surprisingly, Ronin wasn’t the one to close the distance. You leaned forward, tilting your head slightly to press three short kisses on his mouth.

Ronin was going to kill you.

Ronin laughed, mouths still lingering against each other as he snaked a hand into your hair, palm pressed flat against the back of your head as he tugged you closer and closer till your teeth clacked and you were chewing at each other's lips.

It was uncertain who bled first, but the taste of iron mixed its way into the kiss either way.

A phone buzzed a minute later, far louder than expected, and you jumped backwards with a pant.

“Tease.” Ronin breathed out, the bottom of his hand coming up to wipe at his lips, skin coming away with blood of his own for once.

You fumbled with your jacket pocket, the phone awkwardly at your knees from where it was around your waist, and you yanked it out after a few failed attempts.

Where are you? It’s been too long. You’ll be late to your lecture.

Your roommate, ever the lovely person, cared enough to remind you.

“I need to go.” you sighed, sliding the phone back into your pocket. “I trust my darling devil will take care of the bill?”

“I’m a man of my word, baby.” He shrugged, moving to take a better look at the damage. “And you fulfilled your end of the deal, maybe a little too well… Come back tonight and it’ll be just as pretty as you.”

You smiled, pressing one quick kiss onto Ronin’s cheek before spinning on your heel. “Think of it as a tip.”

[jaguarguard]

saw your requests were open for killer chat! If you don’t wanna do this one, I totally understand, please don’t feel pressured!❤️

could I request a Ronin x reader, in which in which the reader does have actual murderous tendencies, but like, in a more protective way? They kill corrupts and such to protect the innocent. I’d love to see some pre and post murder chaos with Ronin and his lover. ❤️❤️

Like I said, if you don’t want to do this one, you don’t have to! Love your work❤️

oooooooooooooooo oooo oki

so, for the moment, i'mma do this in dot point form, but if i get more energy later, i'll turn it into a full blown fic o7

hope you don't mind, i have taken a few artistic liberties ':)

enjoy!

(find my other stuff :3) - Masterlist

first time it happens is completely unintentional.

You're out, and someone catcalls you. You ignore them, keep walking, already feeling sensitive and nervous, but then you notice that they've started following you.

First port of call was to freak out and walk faster, but that didn't work, they just kept up.

And then they started to inch closer and thats when you got scared.

Your instincts kicked in and you found yourself wandering to an alleyway, leading the stranger to somewhere dark and secluded

To be honest, you weren't really thinking, but Ronin seems to have rubbed off on you.

Next thing you know, you're covered in blood, and a mangled mess of guts and bones and sinew and flesh is at your feet, and you are terrified.

your whole body is shaking, words have dissapeared, but your automatic response it to call Ronin.

He picks up after the first ring.

"What's up darlin? You miss me so much you couldn't wait another twenty minutes to see me?"

All he gets in reply is your shaky breaths and panicked attempt at words, more gibberish than actual communication.

He knows that there's something really wrong, and he's quick to try to calm you down even though your distress always triggers his own panic.

Before you know it, Ronin's standing at the alley entrance, shadow cast over you and the dead body (if it can even be called that anymore). And then he starts cackling.

"Shit darlin, didn't think to invite me?"

Nonetheless, his arms are wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground where you're kneeling, curled up in the gore.

Ronin's rocking you, holding you tight against his chest as you sob

"I know, I know, it's okay darlin, it's okay."

He sets you down in a clean spot when you've calmed a little, and starts to clean up the mess.

As much as possible is done, while you watch, but don't really watch, you're more staring into the void, everything feels floaty and not real, you can't process anything, you don't notice when Ronin stops doing things, don't notice when he comes back up to you

The rest of the night passes in a blur.

Ronin walks you back to his place and cleans you up, makes sure you eat, and sends you to bed before dissappearing with wipes, gloves, his mask and his crowbar all stashed into a bag.

You don't think about it, all you did was sleep.

When you wake in the morning, Ronin is beside you again, curled around you protectively.

As insane and cruel as Ronin may seem, he can tell that the metaphorical blood on your hands is too sensative of a topic to bring up, so he waits for you instead.

You don't talk about it.

It's two weeks later when you see a man harrassing someone, and you pull them out, hurrying them away.

You guide them through the streets, fully aware of the man following you at a distance, but you're confident this time.

The two of you duck down an alleyway, and you talk to them quietly.

"He's going to come in here, and when I've got him, run, don't turn back, don't call for help for me, I'll be fine, just get somewhere safe, and forget this ever happened."

They nod, eyes wide, but they don't look like they're going to get you caught.

The second the man stalks into the alley, you let him think he can pin you agains the wall, before ducking out and pushing him to the ground.

The person you helped runs, and you find yourself uncontrollably grinning, laughing at the man's terror as he trembles beneath you.

He's quivering, begging you to stop, to forgive him, saying he'll never do it again, he'll stay away.

You know a liar when you see one.

This time you remember.

You remember the feeling of muscles tearing, organs squishing under your fingertips, the solid cartlidge of the oesophagus, the satisfying crack when the ribs finally snap.

Ronin's words echo in your mind as you tear the heart from the mans chest, still pulsing, though it grows slower and slower until it stops.

He screams when you pull him apart, but you couldn't care less, maybe he'll understand how he made others feel now.

You doubt it.

Blood, cold and sticky, pools beneath you when it is done.

The only thought running through your mind is I need to show Ronin.

So you call him.

blood streaks across your screen as you pull up his contact, giggling maniacally as it rings.

"Hey there darlin, need something?"

You're still laughing, the sound bubbles out of you, outside of your control, and he knows.

"You make something for me? Wanna show me or just need help cleaning it up?"

"Both."

You can practically hear him smirking on the other end as he snorts.

"Alright doll, I'll be there in five. Don't you go getting caught on me."

Post murder chaos for you as well >:3

"God, you make such a mess."

Ronin's constantly groaning and complaining.

He's suggested several times now that you just take your victims to his alleyway, to which you've huffed and told him absolutely not.

To be fair, your bodies always end up in Purgatory no matter where they're killed, which is the main reason Ro keeps complaining. He'd much rather not keep on having to carry dead bodies (Or masterpieces as you call them) across the city.

"You're one to talk, guts all over the walls, pentagrams made of bones and limbs. This is nothing."

"I don't have to drag my messes all over the place."

Ronin pokes you in the shoulder and rolls his eyes before returning to the task of folding your newest victim up into a duffel bag while you scrub at the blood and collect bits of human that Ronin missed.

"Hey! It's a spur of the moment thing! You know that people would freak before I could get them to Purgatory!"

He shrugs, "I still manage to get people there."

"Well good for you. I'm not venturing across the city to get my victims to Purgatory when I'm just trying to get home!"

"You say that like we're not going to end up going there anyway."

You flip him off as he laughs.

"Keep being snarky and you'll be the next one going in the bag."

"Oooooo keep talking dirty darlin~"

You shove him and groan before stomping out of the alley, "You can fuck right off and deal with the body yourself then! I'm going home."

There's a long pause in which you've made it a good portion of the way down the street before you hear Ronin shout, "Hang on! This is your body! Come back here!"

this was actually so much fun, and i really enjoyed making it!

tysm for the request!!!!

sorry it wasn't a proper fic as such, but i hope you liked it nonetheless

<333

If people want to request things, specifically killer chat things, keep in mind that I currently only have requests open for age regression and/or AuDHD reader :3 if your requests are not that, I probably won't do them, sorry

[npookie0]

Hiii!!! I have a request!! What about Ronin (or all the KC members) reacting to MC who gets cuteness aggression over their cat?? Like they could be acting all laid back but the second their cat comes, they start attacking it with kisses and cooing at them. It would be even better if MC had a grumpy cat

Thank youu!!<3

-Anon💕

cat-lover trait

ronin:

he probably makes fun of you especially when you're in vc and suddenly you say something like "c'mere kitty, kitty! who's the prettiest kitty? that's right! you! my little fur baby, i love you so much!" with that over-sweetened voice and kissy sounds. but it's not like he doesn't get it, he also has pet-children on his own and even if he doesn't dote on them, he gets why you'd act like that. he'd get some toys or snacks for your cat and play with it, or film you playing with it and acting all stupidly in love so then he has blackmail.

(but if he saves it and then watches it when he's alone with pepperoni and blackjack with an affectionate grin on his lips, that's between him and the old man high above)

angel:

she finds it endearing and very, very cute. she films you while you coo at your cat or shower it with kisses and then replays the videos when she misses you or on a especially rough day. she showers your cat with gifts (that is your child after all and she spoil both her cuties, and she always wanted a pet but it'd be hard with her lifestyle so she can feed her selfish desires) she absolutely teases you if you're someone who's very "chill bro" most of the time but then turn into babbling, giggling mess as soon as your cat enters the room. she wouldn't want you to stop acting this way though, seeing this sweet side of your is one of her favourite moments in a day.

misaki:

they so get it. like misaki does the exact say thing with the strays they meet around town. with barely any money left for themself, misaki buys snacks and little toys for the cats they stumble upon (they mourn the fact that they can't take one home but a trailer is not really a home anyway). so, when they see your cat they have the exact same reaction as you - especially if it's irl. misaki just jumps for joy and showers your cat in love. but in a misaki fashion they'll make fun of you and tease you about your behaviour and how very chalant you are. but at the end of the day, you're just two hopeless cat lovers.

v:

he finds you absolutely adorable. a fond smile on his lips when he hears the shift in your voice, sees the happy sparks in your eyes. he just loves to see you like this, so absorbed by love for this innocent being. he helps you taking care of it; takes it to his most trusted vet, buys it the best of best cat food and snacks. your cat has its own place in his bunker and main house. he treats it like one of his own. v is the happiest when he sees you happy so, seeing you like this with your cat is always perfect for him. and no one had to know that he has a whole album of your pictures while you dote on your (or his) cat.

[b0mbngel]

Hi hii!! I really love your writing! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Is it alright for me to request you to write a KC x reader who basically is too nonchalant about being invited to the server since they have the Ao3 curse? (｡· v ·｡) Like they have experienced too many weird and bizarre things that it doesn't even faze them that they are in a server of killers.

I just imagine them willingly outing themselves to the server really early on and having a scroll that's a list of all their near death experiences that reaches the floor and they always go "Do you want me to go alphabetically orrr?" When someone asks them about their near death experiences. (They literally pull out the rolled up scroll and let it unroll and hit the floor while they say that.)

Thank you for your time and I'm sorry if my ask is too much!🙇🏻‍♀️

The writer's luck

N/A: It's a very fun request. I love it!

Since you started writing, strange things had really happened to you. Not things like constantly losing things or stubbing your toe on furniture. Obviously not! The curse had hit you with everything.

Things like the time a car lost a tire while in motion and it went flying directly at you (by pure luck it swerved when it was about to hit you in the face), also your computer caught fire at night and by pure luck it didn't set your whole room on fire. You had a long list of similar situations that you had started to write down on a sheet that had gotten longer over time. They were all "funny anecdotes" according to you.

When Ronin invited you to the server, you quickly noticed that it wasn't a role-playing server and that it was clearly a server with serial killers. You were so used to it that it was like, "Oh! I'm with serial killers, that's great. I'll write a great story with these experiences". You didn't even stop to think that they could kill you and you quickly revealed that you were a writer and again, by pure luck, they didn't come after you to kill you.

Ronin

The only reason he didn't kill you was because you surprised him. He already knew you were a writer but thought you would pretend in order to survive, but instead you admitted your true identity and spoke to them as if nothing was wrong.

He couldn't stop laughing every time you told him a new stupid anecdote about another near-death or unlucky experience. He was also somewhat worried about every situation that put you in danger, but very amused by the silly anecdotes that prevented you from continuing with your fanfics/stories for weeks or even months.

For some reason, he noticed that you were safer with him around, even if you often had dates in dangerous places or clearly strange and reckless dates. Things like that never happened to you near him but when you were alone, completely strange things happened to you.

When he asked you about your anecdotes, you pulled out your list and he didn't know whether to laugh or scold you because you literally pulled out a list that reached the floor. "What are you? Santa Claus and his list of gifts to deliver?". He was clearly going to make fun of you.

Angel

You're genuinely going to kill her. Ever since she met you and became fond of you, her anxiety has been through the roof. She swears that one day you're going to give her a heart attack.

At first she thought they were jokes or isolated situations and that you would be okay, but then you started telling more things and she was really worried. I mean, she laughed at silly things like your computer not turning on just because but experiences like a tree almost falling on your head or almost being struck by lightning are things that really worry Angel.

When you pulled out the list of anecdotes, Angel swore she was going to have a heart attack right there. You saw how pale she turned.

"I'm not your guardian angel, you know? I mean, I'm an angel, but I won't be there to save you."- She told you one day when you went on a date and you told her how on the way to the date a car almost ran you over but swerved and crashed into a wall.

Misaki

They have the same luck as you and they aren't even writer. When you two get together it's like the prophecy of the end of the world begins.

No one on the server knows how you and Misaki are still alive after so many things. Ronin laughs at you two, Angel constantly asks if you're okay and even V, who doesn't seem to care, has considered hiring someone to take care of you and Misaki.

"Look! You can update on my old computer!" - Misaki offered you, but it started to catch fire right there in front of you.

Fortunately, that luck stops when Misaki works, but it doesn't stop for you. You've reached a point where so many things have prevented you from writing that you even started updating your stories using one of Misaki's oldest cell phones... And it stopped turning on shortly after you updated.

When you pulled out the list of anecdotes, Misaki was genuinely worried but thought you could write good stories by drawing inspiration from your experiences.

V

He's honestly very worried all the time and he's constantly texting you to see if you're okay.

He has paid for your computer repair several times and at some point, he better buy you a new one. He doesn't even know how it is possible that so many things happen to you.

You've considered paying someone to take care of you even though you don't know if that will stop your bad luck. It seems that fortunately nothing happens to you when you are with him and that makes you want to spend more time with him.

When you took out your list of anecdotes V I was worried and didn't know whether to scold you or what to do. You were laughing while you told each one and he definitely wasn't laughing

"This shouldn't even be possible...." - he mentioned to you when you called him to tell him how a car crashed and ended up inside the cafe where you were hanging out.

[pineapple-coco]

Ronin Beaufort x Talamasca Reader

Summary: You're currently on medical leave from you job as a Talamasca (paranormal investigator from the Interview with the Vampire world) after getting a smoke inhalation injury. Completely bored you spend more time on your side job of being a journalist and a freelance writer. Yet trouble finds you, you're invited to a serial killer group chat with a certain killer that seems a little too familiar. It has a long intro, sorry 😞

Background information

You always wanted to get out of Angelwood, it's a small, overly religious town in the Midwest. Adults brushed it off as teenage angst, you'll grow to love it one day. So, you allowed it to be pushed back despite how much it lingers. Falling into normal company that was approved of, with some rebellious acts of drinking or smoking in corn fields.

You weren't the most popular person but you weren't a complete outcast, just a quiet person who spent more time writing or doing any other hobby that keeps people away from you. The main person who never allowed you to fully isolate yourself was a person named Ther, you were from a family that the Estridge family got along with.

The main reason why you are currently stumbling home slightly tipsy, they invited you to a small party. Though the feeling of someone watching you has been getting stronger, you first started feeling it a week or so ago, maybe you should listen to your gut more often.

Getting kidnapped was never on the bucket list, the kidnapper being an old vampire that though you were pretty and entertaining just added insult to injury.

It was kinda like having a sugar mommy, well a much older one that could read your mind, control your body, and uses you for food. But, you had a bed, well you shared her coffin, and really good food. Some nights she took you driving in her car that was a very pretty blue and a vintage Ferrari.

Trust was growing, until you found yourself dazed from blood lose, tired of this back and forth pattern. You've tried to kill her before, stabbing her, garlic, a cross, all pointless but this time you have an axe. She was busy drinking and didn't hear you behind her, you took her head off her shoulder in one swing.

Suddenly you were in a meeting with a secret society that deals with paranormal creatures called Talamasca, they were watching you for the year you were with the vampire. You didn't want to work for them but it was that or go back to Angelwood, you had a way out and you took it, along with the blue Ferrari.

A few years have passed, you've changed your name and look like a different person... well you are a different person. Medical leave wasn't something you had planned but being in a burning building because a vampire wanted to kill you with them left you with smoke inhalation. With nothing else to do you focus on your writing.

Intro finished

Getting added to a group chat randomly wasn't the oddest thing you've ever had happen to you, though them being a serial killers was a shock but it was great inspiration. Plus human contact with people outside of the Talamasca would do you good.

When Ronin first found your writings through your journalism, you wrote a few articles on his murders. They were written as if you were detached from human suffering, never calling them gruesome or tragic. You reported on them like it was the weather, so of course when he saw you were looking for inspiration for your novel he invited you to the group chat.

Lying about being a serial killer was probably the easiest thing you have ever gotten yourself in to, using your own experience killing vampires as stories about the murder. Plus you had the perfect lie about why you aren't killing.

<you>: "I don't think I'll be committing any murders soon. Got a bad case of smoke inhalation :("

Some of your messages are so believable that it causes Ronin to start searching through even more personal records trying to find if there was any truth within any of your murders you mention. That also brought him taunting you in chat, only for your response to be to taunt him right back.

You're gutsy, daring him to try and kill you maybe with a goodbye kiss too, this all took place in the main chat for all to see. Never having any shame if someone saw how you flirted and taunt the Butcher himself multiple times.

When he adds religious imagery to his murders or references religion on chat, it is mainly you who point them out for theological criticism. He can take that, definitely well educated criticism that come from a place of artistic nature. You do end up being called a nun/priest when you point them out though.

On the topic of religion, both of you have had full heart to heart about religion on video call with each other. The walls come down slowly.

A lot of the stories you share with him are ones that seem similar to Ronin's own experiences, a small Midwest town but isn't every small Midwest town the same. Through it was somethings that stood out, stone angels lining the street, and creepy jocks you cannot remember what they look like.

But all small Midwest towns sound the same, haha. He does figure out you both grew up in Angelwood too, than he would find your deadname through a lot of digging. Even finding an odd job that leads to dead ends and redacted sites.

You find out who he was the first time he mentioned Angelwood and everything made sense why he felt so familiar.

The first time you re-meet him would be totally an accident, you allowed a co-worker to borrow it... that was a stupid idea because it was making a weird noise. You had to bring it in and brought it to a trusted mechanic a neighbor mentioned.

You drove there with your poor baby clearly suffering, when you finally park you pat the dashboard before leaving and entering the shop. It was empty until you tap a bell on the desk and Ronin pokes his head into the office only to smile as you stand there with a disgusted look.

"Ah, Darling you couldn't wait to meet me could ya?" "I'm here about my car... it's making a weird noise."

He paused when he saw the 400 Superamerica Series II in blue, having a moment when looking at it then back to you. You're pretty sure he's about to strangle you, he does eventually becomes professional so he could fix the car... your baby.

Later that evening he brought it up in chat when Misaki was having a moment about wanting a good paying job. This is the first major lore drop about your MO, as you framed it about it being your ex/groomer's(?) car that you murdered and took her car.

No one could complain, also slightly worried as you do drop little things about what happened when in that relationship.

Ronin enjoys your rot that you are slowly showing more and more. Both coming from a deeper anger that has yet to fully bare its fangs at him, but one day it would.

When he first finds out about your second job as a Talamasca it was after the events in Purgatory that made the relationship official. It would go one of two ways, either you willingly tell him or he gets in shit because someone targeted him to get to you.

The first on is boring so let's go with the second one. It would be a vampire who you were sent after to kill and wanting to make you suffer for trying to kill them. So, they lure Ronin out, you do manage to get in-between them but the image of a supposably the corpse standing back up was fucking sick. Until you beheaded them.

Ronin would have mix feelings on your killing because you willingly go after people who are millions times stronger and harder to kill. (them also being seen as something that mocks god would add to the conflict) Your rot would become even more beautiful to him, something so deeply disturbed happen that you refuse to let happen to anyone else.

He would tease you about it but I think after finding out why you chose it was more forced because it was that or going back to a home that would never be able to understand what happened to you. He would immediately want you to retire for your own safety, he sees them using your own anger and hatred to control you.

Your rot that comes from your anger is something he loves but he hates it when you do not get to control your own rot.