#ronin

[ccsystems]

[lav-is-writing]

hii, sorry if this is an uncomfortable ask but- could you maybe write something about Ronin from Killer Chat with a depressed reader who eventually k1lls themself? Thank you ^w^

Goodbye, Angel

paring: Ronin x Reader

wc: 982

warnings: suicide, depression, extreme feelings of guilt and regret, hallucinations

a/n: I'm totally fine with writing things like this, don't worry :3 I myself struggle with mental health, so this was somewhat easy to write and project onto!

The one thing Ronin didn’t expect to find in your room on a Saturday morning was a corpse. 

…..

You didn’t expect to fall in love. 

Much less with someone like Ronin Beaufort- Goreboy, as the majority of the server knew him.

Ever since he had sent you that link, you had been thrown into his world. One of deceit and murder. Though, you couldn’t say that you cared much about it. You knew what you were getting yourself into. Ever since you made the choice to accept the idea of talking to serial killers on a daily basis, being friends with them, heck, even starting to love one. 

What you didn’t know was coming was the guilt.

With every photo sent of a bloodied and mangled corpse, regret made its way through you, eating at you until you were left frantically trying to exit the channel as soon as possible.

It was simply too much to handle.

Every victim, every murder, was one that you could have prevented. You had the opportunity to turn them all in, and what did you do? 

You didn’t. 

Why?

Because you loved one of them.

The one like the Devil himself, always giving you a smirk that filled you with both annoyance and curiosity. Where had he learned to become this cruel? And was there a part of him that felt as lost as you thought he was?

About killing people, about desiring revenge for people long gone. His rage mixed with that of the dead.

He refused to discuss the person that he claimed you reminded him off.

….

The guilt was starting to be too much. 

How could you love someone that hurt people?

Scattered thoughts danced around in your mind, each whispering the ways that you could have saved the poor people that now lay discarded in alleys, dismembered and broken until someone finds them. 

Your absence on the server started to become noticeable. DM notifications filled your screen, each from a different member that worried about your safety. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer any. 

Responding to them would only cause the rotting feeling to get worse. 

….

Harming yourself was your only salvation. 

The familiar sting of the knife, each line formed from your own anguish brought a sense of satisfaction for you.

You were avenging the souls that you abandoned. 

….

Your friends had long since stopped trying to help. Both the ones you clung onto in real life, and the ones through the screen. 

You didn’t feel anything as they left.

….

One stayed.

….

“Darlin’, you need to get yourself together.” The door creaked open, the sound being caused from going months without being used. Ronin stepped into your room with a glance around the now dirtied and gloomy space. You didn’t bother to ask how he found you, instead settling for a low groan that made him look at you with an amused expression. “Ah, the little angel’s sick.”

You shook your head.

Ronin frowned. “No? Writer’s block?”

Another no.

“Oh, ‘cmon, just let me-”

He stopped, hand outstretched towards your arm, eyes widening slightly.

….

Ronin wasn’t stupid.

He knew what was happening.

The guilt that would writhe and spread underneath your skin, filling the darkest edges with thoughts of pain. It was a familiar feeling for Ronin, one that he had come to terms with. It was simply unavoidable for killers like him.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never fully erase the memories of his first few kills.

Messy and slow, each drawn out for Ronin’s personal amusement. That was before he realized who exactly it was that needed to be erased. 

He would never be able to wash the innocent blood that stained his hands, the same ones that yearned to comfort you now.

…..

Visits became more frequent, the harshness of Ronin’s voice softening more and more with each passing day that he saw you suffer.

Sometimes you couldn’t bear to see him, others you wished to hold him close to you, to feel his lips pressed against your own. 

Either way, it didn’t stop the rot.

….

It coursed through you, making its way closer and closer. Whispered words of doubt and anger. Illusions and hallucinations of people screaming at you, slashes covering them alongside gaping holes were their eyes used to be.

Clawed fingers that reached for you in the late hours of night, sharp teeth that bit into you in the early hours of morning. 

You were decaying.

….

You couldn’t take it anymore.

Even as you tied the necklace around your neck, positioning it in the perfect position, you felt a sense of dread.

You were scared to leave.

But what else was left for you besides voices that called for your death? 

The one’s tormented your every waking moment, making sure that there was never a time where you were safe from the guilt that had made its home in you.

…

He didn’t expect tears.

The ones that flowed freely, despite Ronin’s attempts at covering it. He was never someone who cried over something, so why start now?

As he reached for the necklace of rope, he tried his best to pull back the comforting numbness, to allow it to settle over him, because feeling all of this was too dangerous. 

What could he have done to help you?

Maybe he could’ve helped ease your fears, helped you get rid of the constant hallucinations and nightmares that plagued your mind both day and night. He could’ve cleaned up every few days so your room didn’t always seem like one full of constant despair. There were so many things, so many tiny little actions or words that would’ve saved you.

Yet, for once, the Devil found himself afraid.

[azialways]

i hate to love you

“i love you like id love to see you dead.”

serial killer!reader x canon typical ronin

cw: murder, canon typical violence and gore, swearing, sexual tension, suggestive content

clearly marked 18 plus content, warning given plus 🫀 marked

sex organs nonspecific

3.2k words

Blood on their hands, guts across the floor…it was beautiful. Another job well done.

“The media would eat this up” Y/N thought to themself. Maybe even steal the spotlight from that annoying bitch they called “The Butcher.” The Butcher and Y/N, or as the media called them “The Shredder,” had never officially met. Sure, they were constantly battling for the front page on the tabloids, but they never actually talked or met.

He and they were actually similar in their kills, they were bloody, gorey, and messy. Messy in the sense that there constantly was gore all over the scene. But Y/N’s difference? They would shred the body up into tiny pieces and leave the head untouched. Imagine it, a shriveled and sliced up body with guts leaking out and shit, but the head separated and perfectly clean. Gross, right? It was just how they liked it.

After another night of successful slashing, Y/N went home to clean up. Having blood, guts and body matter wasn’t the nicest thing to have on your body, so a shower was warranted. They forgot how nice it was, the feeling of being clean. It was almost as nice as the kill, almost. The spray of the water, the smell of their soap and shampoo, it was all nice. Slash season was back up again, so it was a constant rinse and repeat of kill shower kill shower, but this time Y/N had to take honest time, since there was so much on them.

Once they were out of the shower, they dried off, put some PJs on and sat on their desk. They were scrolling through the internet when they got a dm on the dark web from someone they didn’t know.

Unknown 9:48PM

Hey! Saw your profile and thought you’d be a lovely addition to our group! Here’s the link, and the code ^^

no rush whatsoever, and i promise this isn’t some weird spam thing 🤍🤍

1 link attached

code: k!llerch8t_b00t.mango

Y/N

uh who ru? sorry lmao i just am kinda suspiciousssss

Unknown

you’ll figure out soon enough! promise i’m not weird, just introducing you to a community i think you’ll like 🤍🤍

Huh. Weird. Maybe they’ll try it for the shits and giggles. Y/N clicked the link, and their IP grabber blocker warns that the link tried to grab it. Ha. Nice try.

Y/N 10:01 PM

an IP grabber? Really? Real rookie.

Unknown

what? there’s an IP grabber??

Ugh that dumbass. Sorry! I’ll deactivate it.

Then there was a hold between the conversation until she claimed she turned it off. So they checked, and there was no warning this time, so they joined. First think Y/N saw, a server named “SLAUGHTERHOUSE_LOSERS_v.4.4.4.mango.” interesting.

then a message in the main chat

#main

Angelic: welcome to our server @ y/n

hitmeuppp: oh shit! new person alert!

goreboy: angel who Did you invite

Angelic: they’ll tell! why don’t you start getting roles and introducing yourself!

y/n: hold on, Angel. youre the one who invited me?

Angelic: yep!

y/n: so what is this?

hitmeuppp: a server for the coolest people on the planet 😼😼

Angelic: Haha, Misaki said it! It’s a server for serial killers, and I figured you’d be interested in meeting more of us.

What did she mean by “more of us.” Did she know who they were???

y/n: wdym…do you like…know who i am?

Angelic: yep! I know who and what you are 🤍

Angelic: but don’t worry! we’re all the same, this isn’t some prank or sting operation

Okay. That’s interesting. A serial killer server? This has gotta be a joke, right? Y/N checked the roles, and clicked the ones that applied. Then saw the intros, which had some ACTUAL serial killer names. They had to ask.

#main

y/n: @Eviscerator1990 wait are you actually the fucking Sunset Slasher?

Eviscerator1990: Yes. I am.

y/n: no fucking way. they never caught you. i’m like, a huge fan.

Eviscerator1990: Nice To Meet A Fan Of Mine. Who Are You?

y/n: you’ll see in intros :p

#introductions

y/n: hey! i’m y/n aka The Shredder 🕺 uhh i go by (your pronouns), i killed quite a few ppl, uh you might’ve heard of me? anyways hope we get along cuz if not ill find you /j

#main 1 server ping!

goreboy: seriously @y/n you’re The fucking Shredder?

y/n: uh yeah, what about it?

goreboy: well well Well, guess i’ve Finally met my biggest Rival.

y/n: i’m not sure i follow

y/n: oh wait yes i do. you’re the Butcher huh?

goreboy: bingo darling. the One and Only.

Angelic: i take it you two know each other?

y/n: something like that…

goreboy: they’re always taking my spot on the front page of the tabloids.

y/n: sucks to suck, goreboy.

y/n: what an edgy ass username anyways. 2020 is calling and they want their account back.

goreboy: shut up Dipshit or i’ll shred You Myself

y/n: woah woah woah, no need to get so feisty. take me out on a date first 🙄

goreboy: i’m sure you and My crowbar would Make just Fine dates.

hitmeuppp: alright guys let’s be nice, as much as i love the drama.

Then they got a ping from private messages.

goreboy would like to send you a message!

Y/N accepted

goreboy

so, you’re actually The Slasher? or are you Some wannabe?

y/n: would Angel invite me if I wasn’t?

goreboy: true. you got any pics to prove it?

y/n: what? do you need something to jerk off to at night?

goreboy: heh. you’re cute. i got the Tabloids for that, Sweetheart.

goreboy: regardless. You and I have been at it for a while, huh? Think it’s time we finally see what the other looks like?

y/n: one file attatched {selfie of Y/N standing over a slashed up body with the head loose}

y/n: that good enough for ya?

goreboy: plenty, darling.

Then Y/N turned off their PC, tucking into bed for the night. The night was generally quiet, dreamless, nothing abnormal. But for some reason, they woke up earlier than usual. They checked the time, 5am. They were bored, so they sat on their chair and launched Netflix. It was time to watch Heathers again, it was a comfort movie, regardless of how not comforting it can be.

Unfortunately, goreboy would not let down. He was awake too, and he kept spamming them every 10 minutes or so, so eventually they paused the movie and switched tabs. There was 20 unread messages and 2 missed calls.

goreboy

goreboy: respond. I know you’re not Busy.

goreboy: aw look, your news Page is up!

goreboy: a link attached: The Slasher strikes Again!

y/n: aw you’re stalking my tabloid? you’re obsessed.

y/n: what do you want i'm watching Heathers.

goreboy: good movie. 10/10 would Recommend.

goreboy: now get on call.

y/n: no.

goreboy: yes.

y/n: no. heathers is more important.

goreboy: while I typically would Agree with That statement. no.

y/n: you’re just gonna spam me til I respond, won’t you.

goreboy: pretty much.

y/n: fuck you.

goreboy: you can try.

goreboy wants to video chat

They clicked yes, and the call loaded up. He wasn’t what Y/N thought he’d look like. He’s got burgundy hair, little long but not too long. He wore a sweater and a beanie with little devil horns, a shit ton of jewelry and a cocky ass smirk.

“well well well, we finally meet.” He spoke. God, he even partially sounded like a 2020 kid.

“God you even sound like a 2020 kid. You sound so forced.” They chuckled, finding something to poke fun at.

“I mean…kinda is. That’s what happens when you never do proper voice training and just take illegal man drugs from an alleyway.” He shrugged, and it took a second to realize what he meant by that.

“what how do you-OHHHH. I see.” You nodded. He was actually pretty cis passing, wouldn’t have guessed that he was trans unless they saw him naked or something. not that they wanted to but…fuck now they have the picture in their head. Their face was definitely red, they could feel it.

“What’s with the blush, darling?” He teased.

“What’s circling that depraved little brain of yours.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Definitely not nothing if you’re blushing like crazy.”

“shut up.”

“make me.” He responded, leaning back in his chair.

That got to them. That plus the stupid smirk on his face? God he was irritating.

“maybe I should.” They muttered, but it was loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“what was that?” He teased.

“i should shut you up. maybe with my knife. Plunge it into your chest, and rip your heart out. How bout that, Ronin.” They quickly responded.

“Aw, how romantic.” He responded, looking at them teasingly.

“Shut up.” They then hung up. They needed another kill. It was 5am, there weren’t many people to kill, so maybe they’d stay nearby, incase the light came up and ruined their cover. They stayed close, the alley three streets down, and there was somebody there. Ugh their outfit was hideous, that outfit deserved death. So they got behind, and dragged him away from the opening and stabbed him in the throat, then the chest. Once he was down, they ripped his chest open and cut his organs out, more blood pooling all over. They snapped a picture for Ronin on their hidden camera app, then left him there. They returned to their place swiftly, scrambling up the stairs and threw their clothes into the sink and stepped into the shower.

Once they were clean, they plopped down into their chair, opening the chat between them and Ronin, sending the photo with the caption;

y/n: one photo attached.

y/n: this is what you do to me.

goreboy: i kill You? i rip your Guts out? quite the Cryptic message, y/n.

y/n: you make me wanna kill someone, Ronin.

goreboy: awh, cute.

goreboy: wanna kill Someone together?

goreboy: butcher/slasher Collab?

y/n: thought you despised me.

goreboy: i just Thought we could Share the tabloids This time.

y/n: not a horrible idea. you still piss me off though.

goreboy: i’m sure I do, Darling.

goreboy: tonight. 9pm. purgatory. be there or i’ll find you myself.

y/n: i’d like to see you try. but not today, i’ll be there ;)

goreboy: good. first date lookin Fun asf.

y/n: don’t get ahead of yourself, hon.

goreboy: how can i Not when it’s Someone as gorgeous As you?

y/n: oh we’re flirting now?

y/n: see you in 15 hours, handsome.

They then shut off their PC, and turned to their closet. Ugh, what to wear on a murder date with your enemy? Black, obviously. Tight long sleeve? No, they need to be able to move. Maybe just keep it normal. Black hoodie, baggy sweater and pants with their boots.

TIME SKIP: 8:30 PM

They put on the clothes they set out, cargo pants, baggy tee and a hoodie. Then their weapon, the dagger their dad gave them, obviously not intended for this purpose but…oh well. They sheathed it and tucked it in their jacket pocket. They also put their gun in their pant pocket in case things went wrong. It had a silencer obviously. They then cleaned up a little, put some eyeliner on, black eyeshadow…and voila. They put the hoodie on and set out to the address he gave. It was kinda nonspecific, but he said “you’ll know.”

messages

Ronin

Ronin: you on Your way?

You: yep. eta 5 minutes.

Ronin: already waiting for you, darling.

Once they had arrived, it was obvious where to turn, and there it was. The place Ronin called Purgatory. They stepped in, and they suddenly felt being pulled back onto something, someone. They felt cold metal on their throat, a crowbar. Ha, typical. They just let it happen, they knew it was Ronin. Y/N then pushed under and away, holding their dagger to his throat.

“Should’ve known it was me, Ro. You’re smarter than that.” They spoke softly, still holding the dagger softly.

“I know, I just wanted to see how you’d react. and you passed, baby.” His voice was annoyingly hotter in person. Deeper than the mic he used made it to be.

“I see. Cmon genius, I see bait.” They pushed off, then waited for him.

“Right there.” He pointed out. “Go get em, Tiger.”

Y/N just chuckled, swiftly grabbing the person from behind and stabbing their throat so they couldn’t scream. Y/N shoved them onto the ground, looking at Ronin.

“you wanna start?” They muttered. He nodded, taking his crowbar and striking him right in the skull, then again, brain matter spewing out.

“can I rip him?” Y/N begged.

“Fine.” He sighed disappointedly. Y/N then got down and stabbed right in the chest and gutted him down, ripping him open like a fish. They then etched B+S on the heart, a mark of their collaboration.

The two took turns grossing up the body, and by the time they were done, there was barely any body left. Ronin cut the limbs off and Y/N skinned and gutted. There were intestines and kidneys and all other organs spread around like a gorey art display. It was the perfect scene of gore and depravity. Y/N looked at Ronin, who was very satisfied with their work.

“Congrats baby, we have officially had our first collaboration.” He chuckled evilly, taking in the sight.

“Guess so. It’s beautiful isn’t it.” He looked at them, then their lips…god he wanted to kiss them.

“I guess, you’re prettier”

“Ronin I-what?” They laughed softly at him, slapping his arm.

“Ugh for fucks sake, you’re not bad is what I’m saying.”

“Bad at what?” They asked cluelessly.

“Jesus fuck you’re clueless. Don’t make me spell it out, I think you’re hot, okay! I…want you.”

“I guess. It hurts me to say you’re not horrible either…you’re quite attractive to be honest.” They looked at him, and he just raised his eyebrow.

“You think so, huh?” He chuckled, walking towards them, backing them against the graffiti walls. “Well, I think you look good enough to eat. All covered in blood and gore, ugh. It’s sexy.” He muttered, leaning in, dropping his crowbar. He whispered in their ear.

“And I think you feel the same about me…don’t you Y/N?” He asked, but he knew the answer. The way your body reacted, pink cheeks, that hitch in your breathing when he got close…it told him everything he needed to know.

“y-yeah…you’re looking hot as fuck right now, Ro.” They mumbled, their speaking going soft as he kissed their neck. Soft curses escaped their lips as his canines sunk into the soft skin.

“Mmm you like this, don’t you.” He whispered, looking up at you like sin itself. “The way my teeth feel on your skin, giving you all my attention. you love it.” He teased, nibbling into that sensitive spot under your jaw.

“F-fuck Ronin, goddamn it…” They moaned softly.

“No god here baby…just me.” He teased Y/N relentlessly, ghosting touches, gentle kisses when Y/N wanted his teeth in their neck. He kissed their neck with softness and care, but bit into their collarbone and shoulder like he needed a taste to survive.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart, yeah?” He whispered, and when they didn’t oblige, he pulled their face to look at him.

“Fuck off.” They sassed, giving him a hard time.

“Fuck, you got such a damn mouth on you.” He spoke threateningly, then he tilted his head slightly and kissed them roughly. It wasn’t a battle of love or tenderness, no it was pure want. need. desire. There was nothing gentle about them, Y/N’s hands were around his neck and in his hair, his were on their waist, pulling them impossibly closer. His hips grinded against theirs, which elicited a soft moan from him, and fuck was it hot.

“Don’t hold back baby…let me hear ya” He mumbled against their lips before going back in. This time, Y/N was more vocal for him, the soft moans and whines every time he did something right, it was heaven to his ears. Heaven was never a place Ronin thought he’d see, but with them, he was their next frequent flier.

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He then dipped lower, slipping their shirt up and kissing down their chest…stomach, looking up at them, his eyes asking the question. They just nodded, so he undid their belt, and pulled their pants down, then underwear, then inhaled, looking up at them one more time before bringing his mouth down. His tongue and mouth worked miracles on them, their hand on his head forcing him closer, and the other was covering their mouth so that they didn’t cry out and get them caught.

“Don’t.” He spoke, bringing a hand up to pull their arm down. “Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you. Every damn noise.” He then stuck a finger in, stretching them out.

“You want my fingers baby…hm?” He then put another in, earning a whine out of them as they nodded frantically. He then curled his fingers in, earning another whine, while his tongue still worked them. They were in heaven because of this man, the man that they had a tabloid war with…was at his knees for them.

They were done for. The feeling was addictive, they needed this more than everything…and fuck they were close.

“Ro…fuck i’m gonna cum. please-fuck.” They moaned, urging him to go further, but no, he withdrew his fingers and stood up. That earned a disappointed whine from them, which he quickly addressed.

“Uh uh, don’t give me the face. I just wanna be inside you when you cum…” He mumbled in their ear, then began undoing his belt and pants. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up and pushing in, he let out a soft groan.

“Oh fuck-fuck darling…so perfect-jesus christ…” He groaned, holding Y/Ns hips tight and pushing into them with a desperate pace that showed how much he needed them. He leaned in for a kiss while his hips thrusted into them…the two connected by a string of saliva when pulling away, just to pull them back in.

He kept his thrusts strong, and Y/N could feel the orgasm building up again.

“Ronin-fuck i’m gonna-“

“I know baby…me too.”

He panted, and within minutes the two came together, their moans mixed in a perfect harmony. He eventually pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, then helping them get clothed. They were covered in bite marks, a fucked up reminder of the day, but Y/N wouldn’t have it otherwise.

“Just know you’ll feel it tomorrow.” He winked, and they stood up, feeling dizzy at first.

“We’ll see. Cmon, let’s get out before cops find us.”

And they walked away, hand in hand.

[delaxtr1of]

Ronin again. I can’t stop 💔💔

[paperbagedhead]

These two give off that vibe, big time.

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[bluesgras]

i keep forgetting i can post here lmao

ft: @soggytommy velvet and @dontrond9000 error

[reikunator]

Head empty. Only killer chat.

Practice sketches <3

[scary-brainrot]

Lowkey forgot i had a tumblr account but KC fandom seems to be pretty active on here

[alemonyoyo]

Killer Chat Pyjama Partay!!!!!!

Inspired by the ask from the @rosesrotofficial tumblr.

[chernobog13]

Death approaches a Buddhist pilgrim in The Sword of Doom (1966).

[gothicbeanie]

RoninxReader -Killer Chat! Getting Ready/Dressed Headcanons

Loves to do your hair and will get annoyed if you don't let him touch it up. He loves to cut it himself and will do anything to dye your hair to match his

Gives you at least one of his accessories before you go out the door to make sure you always have something to remind you of him. He likes to put it on himself as an excuse to touch you

Doesn't like to tell you what to put on but loves it when you ask for his input. He almost always suggests a choker or a pair of earrings

It drives him crazy whenever you put on any floral perfume to the point he'll pull you in for a hug just to take in your scent before you leave out the door

Always makes sure you have actual cash on hand and will ask you before you leave. If you say no he'll pull out his wallet and ask "How much do you want? Take whatever you need."

If you love wearing hats he will make you one to match his and will always make sure it's clean before you have to go anywhere

Hates dressing up formal but will do it if you beg him enough

Loves to support however you dress but will try to fit in some goth/alternative flare that will match your aesthetic

He prefers wearing gender neutral scents with a hint of the ocean or lavender if he can. LOVES when you pick out something for him to wear

Always leaves with a jacket or a hoodie no matter the weather or occasion

Thinks that picking out each other's clothes and doing each other's makeup is romantic

If you're short he loves to hide some of your things up high so you have to ask him to grab it for you. If you're about to run late he loves to take his time to annoy you. If you're in no rush he will almost always waits until you start pleading

[vertigoartgore]

Wolverine #400 variant cover by artist Daniel Warren Johnson (2025). Source

[noralar]

As you can tell been thoroughly enjoying chatting with these killers ^^

[tanuki-kimono]

Origami samurai, by Finnish paper artist Juho Könkkölä. In his own words:

Folded from a 95cm x 95cm sheet of Wenzhou paper. My first work of 2021, probably one of the most detailed designs from me so far. It took a long 3 month process to design and fold the character, I decided to put some of the other projects on hold to finish it. There were a lot of challenges to make it work, but I am satisfied with the results.

A previous attempt was captured in video:

Modern origami art never ceased to amaze me (see Katsuta Kyohei's fox bride and owl).

Juho Könkkölä has many other pieces on his websites. My favourite is probably this ronin-like warrior, with his cape floating still in an imaginary wind:

[sokoda]

Replayed Shadow of Ronin recently.