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!
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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
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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
