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starkitxxz · 21 days ago

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Shoot me, darling

Ronin x cop!reader

I APOLOGISE FOR NOT POSTING MUCH HERE 😭😭 I know this is supposed to be for valentine's but my mental health has been pretty shit lately </3 tho I suppose this will feed Ronin Beaufort simps >:D

In this fanfic, you're a police officer and Ronin is... well, Ronin :3

Warnings: guns, knives, mention of blood, Ronin's sexiness

Ronin Beaufort.

The brutal murderer known as the Butcher, using his signature crowbar to take innocent lives away. And it proves his way of killing isn’t about justice or vengeance; It’s purely about fun and the thrill of it, like the rush of adrenaline and excitement flooding one’s senses. It is rather twisted–sickening even, you really outdid yourself and did every cop a favor. Though do you really want to tell them? To tell the police that you have coincidentally joined a serial killer chat somewhere in the darkest depths of the internet? It’s your job to go undercover, to go anonymous and investigate the famous yet mysterious serial killer actively lurking in the dark, waiting for his next prey, and it’ll be you for his next meal.

You’ve always considered yourself fearless and strong, willing to strive for justice for the sake of all those who count on you and the other cops out there putting their lives at risk. Everyone lives once, so you chose to be a cop for a living, and it was your choice. It was a choice you made to save those who are in danger, or to guide those who are wrongful of their actions. You’re content to do what makes you happy, and seeing a smile on a victim’s face after a terrible situation is resolved is enough to keep you going.

That is… until you talked to the murderer every cop has been investigating.

And now you stand underneath the pool of blood in the purgatory, where all the gruesome manslaughtering cases occur about him. The impure, metallic scent entered your nose as you met his cruel, predatory gaze, his smile just as sadistic as his crazed laugh.

You thought it was all a stupid roleplay.

“As expected, you wanted to see me, darling,” he smirked with an underlying mockery laced within his words. You noticed his crowbar, blood dripping from both sides, and if you squinted a bit, it looked faintly bent on the left. His victim’s body was discarded on the wall behind him, showing no sign of life as blood flowed out of his corpse. It gave you goosebumps, despite having seen a dead body before.

But, this guy’s aura resonates something more… sinister than the others.

“I did not wish to see you, goreboy,” you replied, staying calm and composed whilst sudden fear entered your mind because of this meeting, which might be the final moment of your life before your horrifyingly ruthless death.

“And you still showed up, especially on Valentine's Day? Awww, you must have a death wish, sweetie.” He said as he took a step further, and this made you pull your gun out of your pocket, pointing it at him.

“Don’t move or I'll pull the trigger!” You threatened, that same smirk remaining on his face as he dropped his crowbar, putting his hands up as surrender.

“Pfft- that’s how you wanna play it then?” He remarked, focused on the way your eyes looked at him with the slight hint of fear. It made him laugh to the very core.

You began to approach him, pointing the gun directly at his chest. You kicked the crowbar farther from him, and he continued to stay still and surrender himself; though you have to be cautious of what he has up his sleeve. You’re dealing with a heartless serial killer, who will kill whenever he wants to, and will never feel an ounce of guilt or regret for what he did.

“Hold…still…” You said as you got closer at an arm’s reach, your finger pressing lightly on the trigger.

“Or what? Do I get killed if I don’t, darling?”

Your expression hardened, “Maybe, do you want to?”

“If you wish to do so, go ahead, unless you prefer to bring me to your police buddies alive–or you want to kiss me so badly.” He said as his gaze dropped to your gun, then back to your eyes.

“As if,” You press the gun against his chest, right where his aorta beats inside his ribs. You can’t tell how fast it was beating, but you felt your own heartbeat increase when a chuckle escaped from that man’s mouth. Almost like you wanted to hear him laugh, ever since you started calling with him these past few months.

“C’mon, there’s no denying here,” he slowly puts his hands down, yet keeping his eyes on you, like a predator analyzing its prey, ready to either take its life or toy with it. It was something you felt uneasy with, especially when he smiled more once you applied more force on his chest. In fact, this made you irritated.

You don’t know whether you’re irritated because of how cocky he is, or whether you’re tempted to shut him up with a kiss; although, you knew you would be a fool if you risked it, a sinner bound to the words of the devil. So why does the thought of it feel so dangerously inviting?

Distracted by your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the sudden grip of his hand on yours, applying more pressure to his chest. As if he wants to be shot by you. You looked down at the gun you’re holding, your hand almost covered in his.

“So…what’s it goin’ to be?” You lifted your head up, meeting the gaze of the serial killer before you, his eyes flashing a dangerous, predatory look through your soul as he awaits your response.

You hesitated, pressing the trigger ever so slightly that it could decide his fate. Will he die from a single bullet, or will he still live, as if you have given the devil himself free will to kill you himself instead?

You released a deep exhale, “You’re better off dead.” And you pull the trigger.

click

You raised a brow in surprise, looking down at the gun in confusement until you realised… it’s empty. Your heart dropped at the realisation, meeting his eyes once again as he looked bewildered as well, but it didn’t take a second for him to chuckle at the foolish outcome of this situation. Almost as if you made a total fool out of yourself, unprepared as an officer who bravely approached a vicious serial killer, who, in no doubt–would easily kill this cop in front of him with no mercy. It's almost stupid and cute to think you’re willing to take this risk.

“Awww, are you playin’ with me, darlin'? This is very unfortunate…” He said as he brushed his hand on your cheek, smirking as you bit your lip in frustration, seeing the confusion and nervousness in your eyes made his smile grow wider.

“What are you going to do now, hm? I got a knife right here.” He stepped back and took out his knife from his pocket, twirling it with his skilled hand. You took notice of the dried up blood on the sharp blade, eyes narrowing in anger at the realization. He killed another harmless victim before this?

You tuck the unloaded gun in your belt and grab a backup gun, clutching it tightly as his eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he was quick to hide it with a cocky smirk.

“Aww,” He raised his hands up, his right hand still holding his knife. “Are you gonna pull the trigger again, darlin’?”

You hesitated, a heavy exhale escaping your lungs, “maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe… I won’t for now, but…”

You point the gun at his knife and pull the trigger, knocking the object away from his hand.

He took another step away, taken aback by the impact of your gun. “Fuckin’ hell,” he chuckled and shook his head, still keeping his hands up.

“Are you sure you’re not eager to kill me darlin’?” He said, lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” You replied as you walked closer to him, carefully analyzing his next move.

He’s unpredictable, crazy even. Just one wrong move and you’re his next meal for tonight. So it’s best to be aware of what he might do.

And although this might sound insane, you can’t help but like his charisma and twistedness, but you’re obligated to either put him behind bars or take his impure heart away from his body.

“How adorable.”

“Cut it off, Ronin.”

“Cut what off?” He laughed.

You aim the gunpoint at his face as your brows creased, which only made him laugh harder

“I’m serious, I’ll have the judge sentence you to death if I have to,” you threatened him, but he didn’t seem to care; as if his fate was already decided.

“Do as you wish, darlin’,” he replied nonchalantly.

“What? You don’t care about dying?” You asked, searching for at least a hint of nervousness or fear in his eyes. There’s none.

“Did ya not hear what I said? Shoot me, darlin’.” He repeated

You stared at him for a good few seconds, doubting what he said, trying to read his expression. It looked like he didn’t mind receiving a terrible punishment rather than staying in a mental hospital. Either way, a mental hospital would be too boring for him.

You slowly lowered your gun, and reached for your handcuffs. A bad gut feeling forming in your gut. As much as you need to serve justice for the world, you begin to slowly give in to temptation.

“No, I can’t-”

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the wall, trapping you with a hand on your left and a gun placed underneath your chin, threatening you not to move an inch.

“Wrong move, baby.” His warm breath hit your face, tilting the gun higher and applying more pressure against your skin. You felt a shiver down your spine, your breath coming to a halt for a moment as your jaw clenched. Shit.

He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. “This must be your fate huh? Tell ya what, I know you’re obsessed with me, so let’s keep this between the two of us, darling cop.”

You gulped air into your lungs. The idea that you, a respected town officer, are obsessed with an ill, grotesque serial killer right in front of you–pointing your gun under your chin as his mouth curled into a charismatic smirk, it made you sick; yet it felt so… enticing. Although, you know the devil is luring you into his wicked trap. And he’s not wrong, you are somewhat tempted.

Would it hurt to give in?

He slides the gun up to your temple, his finger pressing the trigger lightly.

“I'm gonna ask you again, what’s it goin’ to be?”

“Fuck…you…” You said through gritted teeth, which only made him chuckle at your insult.

“With pleasure.” He said before his lips met yours, it’s as if time has stopped; and the chilling breeze is replaced with the warm sensation of his breath. The gun remained against the side of your head, as if holding you at gunpoint while he nipped at your lower lip–adding to the fiery stir of passion, pulling you further into his trap; too irresistible to resist. A wave of bliss washed over you, slowly but surely, you began to crave for more.

But it left you wanting another when he pulled away, breathlessly gaping at your face as your knees went weak in an instant. It may feel like a few seconds, yet, it felt like minutes–no, it should’ve lasted longer. You felt a gush of heat within you, urging you to do more; even if it meant altering your moral compass.

A grin plastered on his face, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger. “I gotta say, you look so goddamn pretty when you're all corrupted and mine,” he whispered, before pulling you in for another long yet eager kiss.

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starkitxxz · 1 month ago

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Here to take you home safely

Sol x reader

Day 2 spoilers!! and blood

Synopsis: Sol dealt with some bullies who started hitting up on you and harassing you since the last few days, and it didn't end well until you came to the rescue when the bullies took a picture of him all beaten up and panting for air as he sat on the ground.

♡♡♡

He lifted his face, barely recognized because of the bruises on it, while he rose up from his spot in the dirty bathroom stall. Tears welled up in your eyes as you ran towards his bloody and beaten up figure, his feet stumbling back as you wrapped your arms around him. Taken aback by your concerned gesture, he took it as an affectionate sign, hugging you back with more strength. His heart thumped hard against his ribs, unable to control the overwhelming flock of butterflies in his stomach.

You pulled away from the tight embrace and cupped his cheeks, staring into those beautiful reddish-orange eyes of his, like evening sunsets on the horizon.

“Are you alright, Sol?!” You asked, your voice filled with concern and a fear of hurting him just by touching his face. A stream of tears rolled down your cheek when you felt a slight flinch from him, a reaction you wouldn’t expect, like taking a peek of his vulnerable side for even a second. Is it this painful? Shit, am I too late?

Your tears began to fall one by one, and with the way your lips were trembling, he gently wiped your tears away with his thumb, hating the fact you’re crying because he’s hurt–almost like you care about him. You weep just by looking at the ugly sight of the bruises on his face; and it makes you want to protect him and tend to his wounds.

You panicked when you received a notification earlier from one of the bullies in the university, the same one who catcalled you and tried to ask for your number. You felt uncomfortable, especially when they hurt someone that is now your sweetest friend next to Crowe. You wished you could beat those fuckers up. After everything Sol has done for you, you want to return the favor. Even so, it pains you to see him in this state.

But it pains him more to see you cry.

You’re too kind, too naive even. You’re already crying because of him, and in a way it increases his sick obsession towards you. Seeing your concern for his well being was something he adorned about you oh so much.

Yet, it still wounds his heart.

“I-I’m fine, pumpkin, they needed to be taught a lesson,” Sol managed to speak out. Despite his weak state, he made the effort to reassure you, to let you know he’ll be fine, like a promise he made to himself. A promise to never make you cry like that again. It hurts to look at your teary eyes, he never wanted this to happen, never. You mean so so much to him, he never wishes to see you sad or angry, nor would he want to experience his heart ache painfully just by looking at how many tears stain your cheeks, leaving remnants of your unhappy state. All he asks for is to see you smile, to see you happy with him, to receive all of your attention and love.

When will you realize you were made to be with him?

“I’ll take you home, it’s too dangerous here,” You said as you let go of his cheeks and took his bloody fist, caressing his red knuckles; A frown plastered on your face while looking at his hand. How did he get in this much trouble? You could’ve saved him in time… But it is what it is, and he needs to be taken care of.

Sol raised his eyebrows, “Y-You sure? I can walk by myself, I’ll deal with the injuries later”

“No, you clearly need help.” You insisted, to which Sol agreed and smiled, a blush creeping up his face.

“Thank you,” he replied, his fingers beginning to intertwine with yours, and you can’t help but feel flustered. You’ve only known him for a while, and somehow, he had already made you feel special and cared for ever since he saved you from that frightening incident in the arcade. His hand feels warm in contact with yours, taking you back to the memory of kissing each of his bandaged knuckles when he stayed at your home. It made you feel all hot and bothered as it played endlessly in your mind like a record player on repeat.

But you don’t know how much that affected him greatly.

“Pumpkin, you’re blushing-”

You cut him off, “W-What?! That’s nonsense!”

A smirk appeared on his face, amused by your sudden refutation. You bit your inner lip, until you realized how awkward it is to be standing here, avoiding his teasing stare focused on only you.

You cleared your throat and faced him, “a-anyway, let’s stay somewhere safe from this place. My house is just a few blocks away.” You hold his hand tightly as you both walk out of the public restroom, as you try to calm your heart from beating so hard in your chest almost like it could burst out soon.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. “You truly are my soulmate…” He muttered under his breath, gazing down at the angel beside him; seemingly still concerned and troubled by his unfortunate fight with some motherfuckers behind an abandoned building. But either way, he’s glad you’re here to take him home safely.

“Hm? Did you say something?”

“Oh nothing…” He hid the truth with a small smile.

He'll go through anything, painful or not, just to save your life from the dangers of this twisted world. Even if it meant risking his own.

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