Summary - You realize your boyfriend is a serial killer but strangely enough, you don’t care.
Warnings - Mention of murder, gore.
Notes - this is from the Patrick Bateman Hcs.
It had been a couple of weeks since Patrick asked you out. Of course the date night lead to some acts that even thinking about, made you blush. He was the perfect boyfriend.
Maybe he was a bit controlling, the only outside time you got was your job but it was nice. He took care of your needs and treated you like a king. But soon enough everything would begin crumbling when you found Patrick’s secret stash of limbs and heads.
“What… what is this…” You stand staring at the piles of flesh, bits and pieces of people thrown together messily. Your heart beat a thousand times a minute, your Patrick wasn’t the cause of this.. right?
You hear the footsteps behind you, you quickly turn around to see your boyfriend. He had a look of nonchalance, like he wasn’t surprised you found his stash. He moved behind you and rubs your shoulders affectionately.
“This is me Y/N. Me in my entirety” He whispered in your ear. He slowly walks to stand beside you.
“This is such a stupid place to hide body parts Patrick. You should learn to be better if you want to have such a violent hobby” You roll your eyes, you’re going to have a heart attack if he keeps up this nonsense.
You thought Patrick would be better at hiding body parts since he’s so good at everything else.
Patrick’s eyes widen slightly before he smirks and shakes his head. “Your right Y/N, I’m simply too sloppy when it comes to hiding my treasures, please forgive me”
He kneels down in front of you and kisses your hand. You roll your eyes at his behaviour before looking back at the piles of flesh. “If your so adamant on keeping these treasures somewhere hidden then let me help. I’ve had years of experience from serial killers and creeps hiding things during cases.” Patrick gets up and nods his head, smiling gratefully at you.
You hold up a finger before he could say anything. “I’m not getting involved in any of whatever.. it is you do”
Patrick nods and wraps you in his arms, kissing your forehead. Sighing you think about what the future might hold now that you know your boyfriend is a serial killer.
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Weeks had passed since you had found out and Patrick couldn’t have been happier. You said you wouldn’t get involved but numerous times you had helped clean bodies and stalk victims. Sometimes Patrick would bring back women and men alike and pretend to want to sleep with them. You were a roommate who eventually helped kill the poor soul by the end of the night.
After slaughtering, you and Patrick would make out excessively. Pulling off eachothers clothes and revelling in the pools of blood. It seemed like you had gone crazy yourself, feeding off Patrick’s obsession.
One time while you were drunk, you “jokingly” stole one of the victims dress. It fit snug around you, bits of blood dropping onto the pristine floors. You got out one of Patrick’s many torture devices and scalped her, wearing her hair like a wig. Patrick found you laying on the bed, fluttering your eyelashes pretending you were playing the part of the woman that was alive moments ago.
He was so glad you didn’t turn him in, or better yet seemed to get off to it. You were the one for him.
