#ronin drabble

[lav-is-writing]

Bound

Warnings: Slight Yandere Ronin, soulmate trope, ending line is a bit cringe just a warning, short because I was rushing to get something out

notes: Sorry everyone! Coming back strong with Ronin content :p Don’t hate me please-

Your soulmate was a serial killer. 

The thought alone sounded like something a crazy person would say, yet it was true. 

Your red string, looping around your finger and connecting you to him. 

His eyes fixated on your face with a lazy smirk that makes your heart race- No. Stop it.

Standing in the middle of the hall, the sudden closeness of everything made you feel sick. The texture of your clothes felt wrong, your palms sweaty as you avoided the man’s gaze. You had only found him through a server, one filled to the brim with serial killers, old and new. Some were classic ones whose stories have long since been forgotten, others having just now gotten reported to the police.

And yet, and knew them.

You knew them as friends, as people who were there for you if you needed help. Turning them in wasn’t an option.

Now? One was your soulmate.

The person who was supposed to be yours, who was supposed to match you perfectly. How could your perfect match be a murderer?

“What’s wrong darlin’?” Ronin asked, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Don’t like your soulmate?”

Sparing a glance at his finger, he clicked his tongue. He moved his finger, pulling the string as if it would snap then and there. 

Much to Ronin’s delight, you winced at his movement. You stared both in fear and curiosity as he drew closer, stopping once he was directly in front of you. His hand darted for your wrist, pulling you closer to him. 

Gasping against his chest, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. “Let go of me-“

“I don’t think I will, darlin’.” A low chuckle came from him. “You know what . . Maybe you are my soulmate.”

He ran his hand through your hair, ignoring your attempts to make him move.

“A perfect little angel for the devil to taint.”

[cakewritez]

❥ Words for Tortured Souls ᥫ᭡

// JUST AS LONG AS WE'RE TOGETHER.. //

Summary: You had a long and tiring day, you weren't chatting in the server due to pressure. A certain someone takes notice.

An: MAANNNN I feel sorry for all my oomfs hopefully this chaos subsides ☹️ especially N and Ellie I hope y'all are alright :(

I hope this brings at least a little smidge of comfort for anyone reading this (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

You sighed, head in your hands while your elbows rested on your desk. Your leg jittered as you shook your leg out of anxiety and stress.

You looked at the wall, tears briming in your eyes. God, why did you have to cry when your frustrated?

Hands jitter and shake like clockwork, you're used to this. You have been for some time now, why is it getting worse?

Unsavory salty liquid falls down your cheeks, mentally cursing yourself for even having the opportunity to cry. Your supposed to be writing, instead here you are. Crying, instead of doing something productive.

He snickered, straight to voicemail huh? Ronin grinned out of frustration, he knew you wouldn't ignore him. Sometimes was, wrong. You wouldn't behave like this.

People just, take the fun away out of certain things, you of all people should understand that, right? So why, why does it still sting and hurt and feel so.. foreign and uncomfortable? Decaying, like rot consuming you whole.

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Ronin arrived at your apartment, he observed the little nooks and crannys of your front door, intrigued by the little details. He pounded on your door with brisk intervals, waiting for that moment.

That moment when he would see his writer darling again.

You covered your eyes and ears, grumbling at the sound of pounding on the door. You already knew who it was, why bother and opening a door for someone who can break it down? Ah, doors are expensive. Nevermind.

A dull ache washes over your body, perhaps this is the stress catching up. Trudging over to the living room you open the door.

Black eyes greet you, a sick smile on his face as bits of hair flow in the wind.

“What's got you looking so down? Y’know..”

Ronin steps in the doorway, he grabs your cheeks between his fingers. He applies a bit of pressure, just enough for it to sting slightly and focus on him completely.

“I'm here for you, yeah? I'm the one who's supposed to fuck you up, not anyone else.”

Tear stains decorate your face tragically, he doesn't stare through you; he stares at you.

Your arms reach for a hug, he pulls you in close. Moving his hand from your face to your lower back. He rubs comforting circles, somehow making the pain subside even for just a moment.

You two are just hugging in the doorway, but it feels like so, so much more.

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕.

𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒌𝒆.

[geoxstxrs]

sebastian stan as ronin send post

[robinsno1lesbian]

omgg neighbour robin straddling you and grinding on you while she pins your hands behind your head 🫠

older!neighbor!robin x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1185

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+), thigh riding, some praise every now and then, dirty talk, idk how to label it but robin holds reader down/restricts movements etc., implied choking?, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay i'm SO tired but i really wanted to write something today, so have this little robin drabble, written by a sleep-deprived lesbian.

she sounds just as pretty as she looks, when she rolls her hips over the length of your thigh for the first time. for once, you're completely, utterly speechless. for someone who normally always has something to say or at least think, your mind is entirely blank. you're normally quite a pillow princess for robin, and when you do go down on her, she always tells you what to do and where to touch her. but, god, how you love it. so this, whatever it is, is new: the fact that for once she isn't touching you all over, roaming your body with her hands and fucking into your with at least two of her fingers. instead, robin is straddling your lap, with you laying on your back while she towers above you. just a second ago, she was kissing down your jaw with a hand wrapped around your throat. she was whispering sweet nothings, telling you how she couldn't wait to get a taste of you. now she has sat up though. it's a glorious sight really; she has stripped out of her shirt, leaving her in nothing but her boxer shorts and a bra, and her hair is falling down her shoulders loosely. you're in an equal state of getting undressed: your top has been thrown across the room earlier this night and you're in a matching set of underwear. and now robin is grinding down against your thigh. you freeze and your eyes widen when you notice the soft sensation; the creaking of the bed beneath you, her labored breathing, and finally the way her hips stutter against you. she has never done this before; you're usually the one to chase your release all over her. seeing the way she inhales sharply through her nose and the way her lips part in pleasure is so new to you. not that you're complaining though, because she looks so good.

"robin...?" you whisper through the thick silence that has fallen upon you. she hushes you with her raspy voice, signalizing you to be quiet while she is rutting against you. "sh" she rasps and puts her index over her lips for a moment, before her head drops back and she closes her eyes in concentration while she's panting. for a while, you lay there and watch her. your throat has gone completely dry after just a couple of seconds and your need to touch her grows the longer she rides you like this.

you partly get it now, even though you know she is still the one in control after all. but you understand why she loves it so much when you ride her thigh, why she is always either palming your breasts or guiding your hips. eventually, you can't hold it back any longer. you reach out and hold her hips, trying to support her the same way she likes to do it whenever you're the one grinding against her. but robin has other plans and that is when she snaps. she grabs both of your wrists and leans forward again, her upper body lingering over yours while she pins your hands over your head.

"i said don't" she hisses through gritted teeth. her harsh tone goes straight to your center and you whimper when she holds onto your arms. oh, how you love it when she gets like that. her eyes are fixated on yours and she gives you somewhat of a warning glare. "don't touch me" robin rasps "just be a good girl and let me use that pretty body of yours however i please, okay?" your lashes flutter. her words have your cunt clenching around nothing and you nod your head helplessly. it only gets better when she starts rolling up against you again, at a slow but steady pace. "say it" she orders, the words half a moan. "u-use me" you whine "god, please robin, use me" a smile creeps up her face regardless of her actions when she hears the words from you.

"good girl" she murmurs "so good for doing this, fuck, you look so fucking pretty too" robin keeps your wrists in her strong hand, pinning you against the bed while she picks up the pace again and grinds herself against you. you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter the longer she moves, each moan and groan that passes her lips coaxing a desperate whimper from you as well. you want to touch her, you really do, and it only gets harder as she continues. watching robin is not enough, you need to feel her, no matter how. but robin is relentless and she has made her point clear, even though you're certain that getting you this desperate had been her mission from the start. she doesn't want your touch, she just wants your body. the thought shouldn't turn you on like this. it shouldn't make you want her even more than you already are. her free hand comes to take your chin and turn her face so that you're staring up at her. her pupils are blown wide, taking over all the blue in her eyes and replacing it with dark lust. "look at me, pretty girl" the fact that her breaths are coming heavier than ever tells you that you're not the only one who is beyond turned on by this. "look at me and watch me cum" your eyes widen and you moan at her words, which earns you an airy chuckle from robin before she picks up her pace. her face lingers inches above your own and she doesn't break the eye contact when she starts riding you faster and harder than she has before, her clothed cunt running over your leg.

you can feel her wetness through the boxers and you can see it glistening too, in the dim light of the room.

the bed gives a loud creak underneath you at one particularly hard roll of her hips and you would love to be concerned for the furniture but then her orgasm rolls over her and everything else becomes irrelevant to you. your mouth hangs open when robin starts moaning, softly at first but the volume is increasing steadily until she's louder than you've ever heard. her grip tightens around your arm and she cries out in pleasure when she cums. the feeling of her cunt clenching against your thigh is simply just the cherry on the fucking top and you can't help but moan along as she rides it out on you. this might be a rare occasion but you'll never get tired of the way she looks when she orgasms. how her eyes fall shut tightly while her mouth opens and she lets the moans come out. eventually, her body goes slack and she drops forward against you, her face buried in your neck. robin's hands let go of your wrists and come down to hold your jaw when she starts peppering kisses all over it. "you did so good for me" she hums. "made me feel so fucking good, you deserve a reward for that, don't you think...?"

[fangirlingatstuff]

Ok so, there are absolutely no Ronin (Epic 2013) fanfics on this website or barley any and I would be so happy if you could write one with him and the reader flirting while fighting the boggins and having Nod be absolutely DONE with them because of it like ‘focus on the fight are we really doing this now?’, or relationship head cannons idk just tryna give ideas cause I’m obsessed with this man rn.

Heck yes I can! Slowly making my way through these, I hope you like this one, it’s a little short

Teasing

Ronin x Reader

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Out of all the days to be fighting boggans, you weren’t really happy about this one.

It was gross, it was wet, it was muddy, and worst of all, it had started raining.

“Seriously, Ronin?” You asked as you shoved a boggan out of your way and hit another with your arrow. “Of all days to go on patrol, you picked today?!”

Ronin grunted and knocked a boggan coming towards off the branch, flipping down from the one above you. “Well, it was looking like an interesting morning,” he said, landing beside you.

You scoffed and shook your head. With a twip, you shot another arrow towards the large boggan coming up from behind Ronin. He looked behind him quickly to see the boggan fall and you smirked at him. “You’re welcome.”

Ronin smirked back at you while you jumped to the next branch, kicking your next assailant off the tree and sliding down the leaves. “You know,” Ronin called after you, “your aim has been getting better.”

“Wouldn’t you know,” you laughed. He chuckled as the two of you switched positions and you flipped a smaller bug type boggan over your shoulder before tossing Ronin his sword. “Here!”

He caught it effortlessly, “Thanks,” and slashed another boggan across the face.

“You’ve really gotta keep track of that thing,” you said as you made another quick passing tease at him before nocking and firing several arrows towards the boggans above you.

“Well it’s a little hard when I have to keep track of you flying around everywhere,” he snorted.

“Oh, didn’t know you had such a soft spot for me.”

“The softest,” the two of you smiled at each other.

“SERIOUSLY?!”

You both look up as Nod hopped from branch to branch, landing on a boggan and knocking them to the ground.

He glared at you two, “Get a room!”

The two of you raised a brow with a knowing smirk as he hopped another branch down, and the two of you followed.

“Aw Nod! Come on, we’re just having fun!”

“It’s gross!”

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Ronin teased.

“I’ll stop being a stick in the mud when the two of you stop sucking face in the middle of a fight!”

“That deserves an extra two shifts.”

“WHAT?! NO! Come on, I was joking! Y/n, help me out here, will ya?”

You grinned, “Sorry, Nod. I wasn’t paying attention, I was too busy covering Ronin’s blind spot.”

“What? I don’t have a blind spot.”

“Tell that to the boggan on your right.”

“Oh damn, ugh—Y/n!”

You cackled as he checked his left only for nothing to be there. Ronin playfully shoved you, which you responded with by hitting him on his arm, all the the while Nod groaned and held his face in his hands. It was going to be a long day.

[timesenvy]

Misaki the Kitty Cat. - Ronin x Misaki

drabble <3

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Ronin didn’t know what to say when he saw Misaki in his bed. They were curled up tightly in the middle of his bed, limbs tucked in and body huddled like a small, overly cautious animal. The sheer size of his bed made their position even more ridiculous—like a cat that refused to stretch out despite having infinite space.

He kicked off the doorway and headed towards the bed, laying on his side, propped up with an elbow, as his eyes scanned the sleeping Misaki. He sighed, dragging a hand through his messy hair as he tried to figure out how the hell he was supposed to cuddle someone who folded themselves up like a pretzel.

“Darlin’,” he drawled. “You’re hogging the middle of the bed and taking up no space at all. How is this even possible?”

Misaki stirred slightly, their face buried in the pillow as they muttered, “M’comfy…leave me alone…”

”You look like you’re hiding from a predator. This bed’s big enough for both of us to actually move, y’know.”

“M’bed’s not this big back home,” Misaki mumbled, curling up even tighter. “I’m not used to all this space…”

Ronin shook his head, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. “Yeah, I can see that. But c’mon, baby, work with me here, I can’t even hold you like this.”

Misaki cracked one eye open, squinting at him sleepily. “Just…try harder,” they muttered, burying their face back in the pillow.

Ronin continued to watch Misaki, who was still half-asleep but shifting slightly as he tried to coax them into moving. “Stretch out a little for me, you’re not sleeping on a damn shoebox anymore.”

Misaki groaned, half-heartedly swatting at his chest as he adjusted their position. “You’re annoying…”

Ronin reached over and carefully slipped an arm under them, pulling them toward him despite their sleepy resistance, finally managing to get them to unfold enough for him to wrap an arm around their waist. “There. Now you actually feel like a person instead of a ball.”

Misaki sighed softly, reluctantly snuggling into his chest. “Your bed’s too big,” they muttered.

Ronin chuckled, resting his chin on the top of their head. “You’ll get used to it. Or I’ll just keep manhandling you into a proper cuddling position. Either way, you’re stuck with me.”

Misaki mumbled something unintelligible but let themselves relax against him, their breathing evening out as they drifted back to sleep. Ronin smirked, pulling them closer. He glanced down at them, their small frame tucked against his chest, their hair a mess of tangles that spilled across his arm. There was something so disarming about seeing Misaki like this—unguarded, quiet, and completely vulnerable.

He ran a hand gently down their back, his fingers tracing lazy circles as he let the silence settle around them. The faint sound of their breathing, slow and steady, was oddly soothing.

“You’re a piece of work, y’know that?” he murmured, his voice low and fond, though he knew they were too far gone to hear him. “I’ve seen you take out targets from half a mile away, and here you are, losing a fight to a king-size bed.”

Misaki shifted slightly, one arm curling over his chest as they murmured something incoherent, their fingers twitching like they were dreaming. Ronin leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of their head, a gesture that felt more genuine than he cared to admit.

[jedi-order-apologist]

Red Blade

A visitor full of contradictions leads to more questions than answers. Written for Fandom Empire Mahjong 2024 - Prompt: Stranger/No Dialogue and Star Wars 100 - Prompt: Match

Read on AO3

A stranger came to town.

That, itself, wasn’t unusual. Travelers drifted in and no one minded much. And a stranger such as this, who not only paid well, but defended them when they were under attack, proving himself more than a match for the ruthless Sith – he was more than welcome.

Only…his blade was as red as hers, and a cold wave of fear gripped the villagers when they saw it. Nothing good came of debts owed to a Sith.

Yet he made no threats, no demands of recompense. The stranger left, only questions and uncertainty in his wake.

[superwavesmasher]

The actual realization scene of what happened after the battle with Talpa

Rowen sat up groggily trying to figure out what all the movement was about. He reached for the one curled up next to him expecting for Cye to be trying to get up and get to the bathroom without getting sick first. His hand dropped to the other's head and he gently strokes the soft hair trying to see if he was awake or not, "Cye?" His voice was soft as he blinked his eyes a few times trying to get his eyes used to the darkness so he could focus.

Once his eyes focused, he looked down and saw Cye was still fast asleep. He got a slight moan from the smaller one and tried to put him back to sleep, "Shh it's okay. Just go back to sleep…" He trails off looking around the room, he knew he heard something move.

His Ronin Warrior instincts were kicking in as hair stood up on his arms, he took a deep breath closing his eyes and his armor orb appeared in his hand. He clenched it tightly before uncurling and pulling himself to the edge of the bed as carefully as he could.

With one hand he unwound Cye's arms from his waist and stuck a pillow between them instead. He got up and walked around the room silently before hearing more movement.

His eyes narrowed as he followed the noise into the hallway. He closed the door behind him before calling his subarmor in a dull blue flash. "Alright - whatevah you are, you bettah make yerself known before I blow you back to where ya came from."

He walks into the living room and stares wide eyed.

A green hue had engulfed the room and the halo armor orb floated projecting thoughts visually as if he were experiencing it at the same time. There were scenes from the final battle with Talpa and scenes that he'd never seen before, they must have been Sage's memories.

Talpa's face appeared on one of them, "Once we drain your power and energy, you will be unable to fight. I look forward to seeing you unable to fight back, Ronin Warriors. Once the spirit's spell reaches your souls, your life force will begin to dwindle and little by little it will put out your life."

Rowen shivers at hearing the evil emperors voice and had to remind himself that it wasn't real that Talpa was dead. He swallows nervously glancing over at his friend.

Sage was on the floor in a meditative pose, eyes closed as he concentrated. Rowen glanced back to the scenes watching some of them replay over and over again.

"Your life force will begin to dwindle and little by little it will put out your life."

Another scene appeared, "Even if you escape, you may never have the power to call your armors again. The armors will be mine in the end."

"Torrent has no more strength, he has no more will to fight. Look at your friend and how he gave into my spirits, the armor of Torrent is now mine. You two will follow suit then I will take Strata and Wildfire next."

The point of view had to be from Sage, Cye was in the corner of his eye and didn't look ok. He hung limp from his arms, head hanging, he was pale and seemed to have no life in him.

Rowen felt sick to his stomach before he shakes his head pulling his attention away from the visions and scenes. Why was Sage doing this to himself? He takes a deep breath before walking over and kneeling beside his friend, he reaches out nervously and places a hand on the other's shoulder, "H-Hey buddy…Sage?"

He winced at the movement expecting to get hit or shoved aside. It was always a gamble on how Halo came out of his meditative state and usually whether or not, he thought you were Kento.

Instead he heard heavy breathing as the blonde pulled himself out of it. The green hue in the room disappeared leaving them in silence and darkness.

Rowen sat back breathing hard as well, "…w-what the hell was that?"

"I know where his POTS came from."

"Yeah, his mom?"

"NO. No. It's not his mother. I mean it could have made it worse.. But …Rowen, it's not that. He was FINE before the battles with Talpa right?! Even after Sarenbo and the White Armor, he was just tired but he was fine. It only hit after the final battle with Talpa, right?"

"Well yeah Sage but…"

"Don't you get it?! Did you see the visions?"

"It was kinda hard not too, buddy.. It was just there."

"What Talpa said. He stole Cye's life force. What if Cye never got it back."

Rowen blinks before laughing nervously, "Sage what are you talkin' about? Look it's late, you had a nightmare about being held captive.. i-it's all over and-"

"Rowen, Cye's POTS came from Talpa. It came from the torture Talpa put us through."

"No, that's not …it can't be…"

"It all makes sense. You're right, I had a nightmare about being held captive but what my memories told me started to make sense… his body viewed the aftermath of being tortured as an auto immune response. That's why there is no proof or solid pathway to how he got this bad. He never had it, his body didn't make it worse."

"But Cye's mother has POTS. It's an official diagnosis."

"Right, but he never showed any symptoms before that, right? Even Sayako said that Cye usually followed their father health wise. Their father didn't have any autoimmune disorder."

"S-Sage, you're reachin'…" Rowen's heart was beating quickly even if he said this. The other warrior had a point and he didn't want to think about it. He sits back, his hand gripping his shirt as his mind started to race. "I-If that's true… w-we could have…have prevented it… if we could have not been kidnapped or saved you guys faster…if Ryo hadn't of called the White Armor while we were in the Dynasty…"

[strykingback]

Three Samurai..

Another drabble for @multiverseofmisfits and their Chaos Verse (Go check it out!)

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Four Years Ago, Eleven Years after Summer Rose's sacrifice against Salem. Location: Shinbe-La, Mt. Siddartha Region: Menagerie __________________________________ The Shinbaori have long since known themselves to be the defenders of peace and justice. Always to build bridges between humans and faunus. Whether it be dealing with the anti-faunus right groups that dare to threaten the peace some faunus are seeking out after the events of the Great War and Summer Rose's legendary sacrifice.

However, there were two students among the Shinbaori who are trying to live up to the ideals of the Shinbaori in their own way. One of them who came to Menagerie from the lands of Atlas... all to learn how to wield a sword.

A red haired bull-faunus would be swinging his sword, Muramasa. his hands tightly gripped around the hilt of the sword, practicing the strength of his swing. The red shine of his katana being illuminated by the candles in the training halls.... while he grunted with every swing.

Which only one thought remained in his mind... to be strong enough to strike fear in the humans that have damned him. Finally, with one last swing the bull faunus released a roar of rage. Panting and exhausted he would look down at his reflection on Muramasa, his Schnee Dust Company scar... that very same scar he recieved while in the mines.

Oh how he hated looking at that dreaded scar....

"Adam... are you alright?" A voice said as a middle-aged wolf faunus would enter the room along with another wolf faunus who was entering his teens followed behind him.

"Master Benkei... I'm sorry about the sound I was focused on trying to-"

"It's fine Adam. I know you wanted to get training out of the way as soon as you can." Benkei would say with his wolf ears flicking, looking at his son who was holding his wooden katana. Adam's eyebrows would raise seeing the young wolf faunus.

"Who is he?" Adam asked.

"Ah, he is my son. Louvel Shinba. Just like you he is also training to one day become a Shinbaori warrior and to help build bridges between both faunus and human alike." Benkei answered, while a sigh left Adam's lips.

Spreading peace and prosperity all that was just means to an end and even foolish. The humans would not offer Adam and his deceased parents and sort of peace at all when he was in the mines. The humans were meant to be punished and not given any form of quarter what so ever for what they did to the faunus.

They needed to be punished, killed, no....

Humans must be made extinct...

"Well, I'm certain one day he will reach my level of swordsmanship...." Adam said with a soft smile towards Louvel, with the young wolf faunus nodding at the other.

However, if there was another way where Adam could meet with Louvel again it sadly would not happen. As just days later, The Shinbaori would no longer have any affiliation with the White Fang after the once peaceful faunus rights group, would turn to violence... and that is when Adams colors truly shown.

OST: Wrath of the Raging Demon Bull

"GET UP!!!!" Adam shouted at a wounded Benkei who struggled to get up... along with many injured or exhausted Shinbaori warriors. Including Louvel's trainer who struggled to get on his feet. Adam seemingly had a delighted look on his face just looking at these weaklings who dared to turn their back on violence.

"Adam... you can still change... we took you in... and we can still save you from your anger...." Benkei spoke, stumbling as he rose to his feet grabbing the Okami-No-Ken katana and holding onto it tightly.

"You idiotic fool!!! You can't see it cant you?! The humans are only going to keep pushing us down!!! The time for words are over and action is needed!!! I no longer give a damn about what you think old man!!!!" Adam roared sheathing Muramasa in its sheath awaiting Benkei's next move.

Which the older wolf faunus' aura flared up in response to Adams speech, needing to use everything he can in order to reach his opponent. Therefore he would launch himself forward . With Adam pushing the tsuba of Muramasa out to partially unsheath his blood-red katana.

However, instead rushing straight forward at the bull faunus, Benkei would launch himself over and right behind Adam which the bull faunus smirked.

"Fool."

In which in an instant Adam would strike Benkei leaving behind a slash would that was deep, with blood gushing out from the wound causing every Shinbaori warrior present to shout their grandmasters name with his sword dropping to the ground as he fell backwards.

RAGING DEMON BULL ART: MOONSLICE

Adam looked at the fallen Shinba walking up to him and kneeling down. "You know, you were an idiot to take me in. I just needed you for helping me to learn how to use a Katana... and now here I am surpassing you...." He said with a soft chuckle rising to his feet, while a smile would come onto Benkei's face...

"You are the true idiot, Adam.... because someone had already surpassed me before you." Benkei would say, leaving Adam shocked as he turned around to see Louvel... holding the REAL Okami-No-Ken....

With a look of rage that could pierce even the heavens.... as his aura flared up with rage. His heart racing seeing his trainer, friends, and father on the floor. Yet, he would slow it with a deep breath in and out.

OST: Shinba

"WHAT! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SURPASSED BENKEI!?! I THOUGHT I DI-" Adam roared until his eye widened with shock seeing Louvel launching himself at him in the last millisecond with him putting up Muramasa to block the incoming strike. While he and Louvel locked eyes.... for the final time as both roared with rage....

No one knew what happened then... but those who remembered the fight vividly was Benkei.. and from what had happened. The two samurai warriors would clash, shouting their ideals. Adam sought the extinction of all humans for the faunus to create a world where the faunus were superior.

Louvel on the other hand sought to use both violence and peace in order to do so. Even if it meant having to end the lives of his own kin.. however, he would ask them to seeking out a different path if they could. He knows that it would take years. However, he was going to do whatever he could to help the faunus achieve peace.

As the final strike came with Louvel unleashing his semblance for the first time....Thus,Adam who had unlocked his semblance days prior... had found himself kneeling before Louvel as he was exiled from the Shinbaori... and to the White Fang...

On that day Adam knew of one thing:

He needed to surpass Louvel.. as he was the wall that stood in the way of his goal.

Or so he thought... every time he thought he had supassed Louvel. The wolf faunus would grow.. whether if it was embracing his violent side and finding enlightenment. That mountain he was trying to climb to achieve his goal.. was only growing larger each day...

Until after being defeated by Louvel one last time during the battle of Haven and after achieving the rank of High Leader by having Sienna Khan arrested. He would lose that position by none other than Odysseus Ithaca... the former right hand man to Sienna Khan. ...

Thus he was exiled again.. never to be seen again. His injuries unaddressed underneath a rainy Mistralian sky. That was until humans came to his rescue.. and tended to his wounds. At first Adam was uncertain and distant...

However, over time he would slowly grow used to being around humans and somehow... this is what Benkei was talking about back when he was still a member of the Shinbaori.. That not every human was someone who wanted the faunus extinct in fact...

Adam saw humans helping faunuses and faunuses helping humans. Something that was rare for Adam to even see. There he saw the error of his ways... and decided to go on a pilgrimage to find his own path..... and himself again.

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Present Time Location: The City of Inazuma OST: Three Samurai.

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However, one day both Louvel and Adam were taken by a shooting star that brought them to the land of Teyvat, this time in Inazuma but their fated meeting did not come by chance but by the need of help as the Grimm was attacking the city that represented eternity.

With Adam uncloaking himself and quickly sheathing his katana with a Griffon Grimm was launching himself at him. Yet he would smirk unsheathing Muramasa in an upwards slice cleaving the beast in two.

RAGING BULL DEMON ART: Horns of Zhu Baije!!!

Behind him was a Inazuman guard who was trying his best to defend as many people as he could before being overrun. At the same time seeing Adam in action was something else.

A loud roar would catch his attention seeing a Beringel being launched through a building. Watching someone walking up to him with cracks of electric energy on his fists. Was it Louvel's friend? He was also here too?!

Instead it was someone else dressed up in japanese clothing and wearing geta sandals while wielding a massive axe on his shoulder. "Damn.. cant believe I was sent all the way here and I can't even eat dango in peace." He said looking at the Beringel as it stood up roaring.

Adam could not believe it! It was Susanoo Tadakatsu, the 6th Strongest S-Rank Hunter in all of Remnant... and he was here!?! He barely scraped by him after the attack on Beacon Academy and this guy was like Louvel minus the struggles of the faunus.

Yet, Susanoo remained focused holding his weapon as the Beringel leapt in the air and swung both fists down at him. In response, Susanoo would put his axe Fujiyama in front of him blocking the incoming attack reeling his fist back as it charged up with electrical energy and swung it forward striking the Grimm in the face as it stumbled.

With an opportunity open for Susanoo, he would rush up quickly to the gorilla grimm, swinging Fujiyama against its side as it would cleave through the Grimm but only halfway as it roared in pain. "ONE MORE!!!!!!" He roared pressing the trigger of the Axe as it unleashed the fire dust cartridge forcing the Axe to complete the swing as the Beringel was sliced in two.

FUJIYAMA: THUNDERING ROAR

"Um... Thanks..." Adam said catching Susanoos attention.

"Well ain't this a surprise. I thought you were dead...?" Susanoo said, with Adam raising an eyebrow at what Susanoo said to him.

"Dead? Who told you that? Theres no way someone was tha- Of course, Odysseus....." Adam said with his hand balling up into a fist of rage. Realizing that his other former master had spread the news that Adam Taurus, the Scourge of Beacon... was dead. "Other than that... we have bigger fish to fry...." Adam said looking ahead at a Goliath that was charging at the two of them.

"D'aaawwww Shit. Thats not good!!!" Susanoo said having Fujiyama at the read to strike as best as he could against the Grimm mammoth that was charging at them while Adam prepared to strike. Even if he had a Raging Bull Demon Art ready it would not be enough to cleave through the Mammoth Goliath...

Yet the two noticed a figure running behind the mammoth grimm... and it was a wolf faunus... to which Adam smiled not with malice.. but with relief.

"WOLF STYLE THIRTEENTH ART: HINO OOKAMI! AMETERASU!!!!" Louvel would shout rushing at the goliath grimm and cleaving through the grimm while its flames would immolate the Grimm creating a dragon like figure that was encircling the Grimm as it would fall to the floor and with Louvel landing in front of the two.

"Susanoo.. its good to see you again. And...." Louvel said looking at Adam as the bull faunus nodded softly.

"I know. We have a lot to talk about....." Adam said looking at the wolf faunus.

"Yes, but for now..." Louvel said turning around and facing the incoming Grimm. "We still have some business to take care of!!!" He said holding the Okami-No Ken tightly.

"Right!" Both Adam and Susanoo said preparing their weapons.

Three Samurai violent, peaceful, and humble facing darkness as one.

[6feathered6siren6]

Paradox

Author's note: Part 4!! I honestly struggled getting this next part out, but I did it. I have more ideas, drabbles of things I had planned for this one. But hope you enjoy! :)

Trigger warnings - Self-neglect - Torture

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5

『01:00』

Triple digits. You stared at the computer screen. The document of the novel you wrote. You felt so mixed. All you wanted is to write something perfect. Something different, something gorey, and filled with something that other novels would not have. Yet, you were trapped into this time loop, writing the novel differently each time when you did. You wanted to be able to leave it, be with your lovers. 

Looking at the link on your computer. You know you can’t leave the loops until you kill whoever is Victim, but… You can get everyone a better future. You already know almost everything that would happen, hell, you rewrote a loop once without joining. But in the final loop, you want everyone to have a happy ending.

Angel’s manager needs to go, get V to understand he is a softy towards the server, Misaki to take a different job but higher paid(Would giving them a task with a lot of money work?), and Ronin.. He just wanted to play games with you, just do that again? 

Sighing and leaning back into your desk chair. Before an idea pops in your head… What if using the server to find them, like what if they are connected? But you also remember what they say is either very similar or the exact same thing. So it couldn’t be them. 

Victim only got in contact with you in a loop… come on remember… it was in the 70’s, somewhere there… And they have been watching but from where? They only send 3 letters. 

1. Telling you that you have to kill them in order to stop the loops.

2. That killing randomly won’t work. 

3. 

What was number 3…  It felt like a blur, but you paused. 

You need to remember the smaller details, if Victim wants you to kill them, then you really need to become a perfect killer. 

Ping!

Luckily, there is a server that can help you. 

-

Misaki is a professional hitman or assassin, they have killed many before, so surely they can spill some secrets. You had a paper notebook, not trusting putting your notes into your computer. You never know when someone hacks into your computer. Misaki has told you before in another loop, that they had you on call when they were assassinating someone. So they might have some info for you. 

–

Slight bust. But she did bring in good points. You don’t even know what they look like, nor much, all that they want is to die and die by your hands alone. Always gifting you a bat, plain wood, same shape with slight color changes. Red most of the time, while blue in a few. Could it be morse code? 

No, you’re overthinking it.

You click your pen against the notebook. Looking at your very little notes. Would V help? He does detective work… only for killers but would he help?

Shit… would it be a bit late to send a message to him now? This far into the loop? Fuck it, now or the next loop. 

You started typing the message to the server’s vigilante, he has to help just a bit or you will text him the next loop, annoy him to get some lick of info.

-

Surprisingly, he pulled you into a call. A video call, you don’t bother to see your camera, just looking at him. He answered the questions you asked, he was even giving you ideas to look at. Which helped you immensely. When he left the call, you left the server, also making sure the server notification sound was off. You don’t need any distraction. 

-

You were writing in the notebook, writing for questions and ideas. How to get them? Like traps would work. But which ones?

Knock, knock.

Who was there? Getting over to the door, opening to see no one was there. Looking down to see a box wrapped in white and light pink. You slowly look around to see if you can find who did that. But no one. Picking it up and going inside your place, opening it, and it’s self care spa items. It was from Angel. 

‘So a few people on the server are worried about you, and said that your next murder is taking a lot of your time, so take a spa day and relax. (Trust me, I’m taking my advice right now!🤍) Enjoy these items courtesy from Angel and - - - -’

The second name was crossed off, then another note, it had dry blood on it. Most likely from Ronin. 

‘Get your mind in gear, you are freaking out a few people, so rest fucker. - Ronin’

He drew a middle finger for you. How lovely. 

You look at the gift then to your notebook. You had something to do. But… You do know where they live so you can send a gift back, if not this loop maybe another. But for now.. You need a shower. Then back to work. 

–

“Damn, Darlin’. Every time I see you, your eyebags seem to grow, you can probably hold about half my baggage in those.” He smirked as he saw you through the screen. You haven't slept for… 2 weeks? Damn… 

“Oh, hush, I have a reason.” You said, leaning back into your chair. You already thanked both Ronin and Angel for the gift. Angel was glad it was delivered without blood(Ronin was gonna apparently deliver it with blood.)

“Well, staying up for a long time can hurt your pretty little face. And no one wants that, do they?” Ronin did sound worried for you, but… it was… fuck. It was January. Two more months. Then everything would be gone, all the planning, the ideas, the traps, everything…

Darlin’…

Darlin’...

“Darlin’!” Ronin shouted, you looked back at his camera on your screen. He seemed a bit panicked, he was definitely worried now. “There you are, shit. You really are out of your mind, huh? Go rest, you really gonna need it.” 

He ended the call, he was right, but if you can retain any information about Victim, you will. As you stood up, you fell to your knees, barely any strength. You really need to eat something. 

-

You were passed out in the room you were working at. The corkboard holding red rope and notes of things. The room was dark as the moon rose to gaze its light to you. Paper garbage was surrounding you, time was ticking and you only felt further now than before. But to begin with… Who was Victim and how did they do this? And why? Why did you have to be stuck falling in love only to lose them in the end? By your hands or not. They have your answers.

『01:05』

Walking to Ronin’s alleyway, seeing if there was anything in the path that could be significant. In past loops, you scared the people in the server to the point they needed to intervene. Hell, Ronin visited you before the usual point he does. But, you are taking their advice to relax more. Light research. Nothing more. When you got to the middle of both your place and Ronin’s alleyway, a note. With Victim’s handwriting. It had dry blood on the note. 

“Nothing will save you. You deserve the pain you will receive, reawakening that thing, will only make you burn harsher in hell. I will make sure you die each time, with harsher and harsher death, making you suffer with the creation you made and regret who you killed. – “

The name was covered in blood, making it harder to read. Victim is after someone in revenge. Killing them over and over in these loops. But why? 

You know a bit more, Victim and there is someone else in these loops that remembers. But that ponders the question, did these loops start because the Victim wanted someone dead and revenge for someone else? Was it Victim or their… There is no name addressed to this, so what to call them for now… Creator? They created something apparently to the note, so was it Victim or Creator that started these loops? And why did they?

You feel like there are so many questions. But for now, you need rest, before Ronin goes victim hunting. You don’t need to die now, Misaki is requesting to watch an anime that's coming out, even though you memorize it by heart, seeing them smile is important to you right now. At least to pay back a favor from another loop.

『01:09』

You were out with V, patrolling with him with his route. He allowed you to follow him, after asking him politely, of course. You gained his trust, and you were seeing how he did things, you knew some, but not the whole thing. You looked at your hands, you haven’t killed anyone in the past couple loops, which in your opinion, was good. But you still got that bat from Victim. Taunting you? You still don’t know now. 

“Reader. Thank you for keeping me company during my patrols, I didn’t expect you to join me.” He said, the frost chill air surrounded the both of you, basking in that winter about to come to a close. 

You smiled softly, you missed the sweet domestic moments. “No problem! Plus, I do too, and I needed to get some fresh air.” You have been out constantly in the past couple loops, nope, it’s a break loop, no thinking about the loops. Just… enjoy the moment with them. 

V smiled back as he looked away from you to scan around again. Joining in, you also help scan, luckily from the last few loops looking for more notes from either Victim and Creator, you were able to scan for small details. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. The moment might have been quiet but it was a nice silent moment with V. 

He offered you tea afterwards. The tea was bitter but sweet at the same time. 

It was a peaceful moment, but you felt like something was off through the whole time. A pain in your heart. Like you were hurting again. God, you miss the moments, where you smile with the others. Loving them with your heart. Without worry about these loops.

These loops fucked you up, killing so many people, fucking with your memory, you knew so much about Angel, V, Misaki, and Ronin, but you barely felt like you knew yourself, then also messing with your mental health. You could barely look at yourself in the mirror anymore. Your moral compass was so fucked. You want out, but it seems Victim was calling your name, ending these loops. So much time to do so, but so little as well, from October to March. You still have so much to do. So much detective work. Closer to the end of loops, the better. 

『--:--』

Combat shoes could be heard walking through an abandoned building, a bat was in their hand, the wood was being dragged through the concrete floor. Untouched by blood. A chuckle filled the room, it sounded deep, a male. 

“Go fuck yourself.” Another figure was heard. That one was tied up on a chair. No way out. “You can keep killing me over and over, there would be no difference, I will come back the next loop.” 

“Maybe, maybe not. But, at least I get the joy of hurting you over and over, hearing your screams for what you have done.” The male had a grin, one of sadistic tendencies. “So be loud for me, won’t cha?” 

A loud crunch and a scream was heard for a couple blocks. A scream you couldn’t hear as you walked with V, talking about cooking and animals. A domestic moment away from the gruesome scene that was playing a few miles away from you.

[lav-is-writing]

Hey first of all love ur writing!!

Ronin x reader who has anxiety about him getting caught? I feel like it’s a interesting concept and I wonder how he’d react to it

Don't Worry, Darlin'

warnings: reader is anxious, ronin's kinda being rude :| (dw he gets better <3)

paring: ronin x reader

wc: 556

a/n: hello anon :] i see that you've asked lots of other killerchat writers this (guess we follow the same talented people <3) and I just wanna say that this probably isn't going to be as good, but I hope you like it :3 also lets pretend reader lives near him because I don't know what kind of vehicle Ronin has O_o

(username): but what if they catch you?

(username): What if they find the messages on my end and they find who you are

(goreboy): it’s fine, darlin

(goreboy): relax

(goreboy): i haven’t gotten caught in all these years, why would that change?

You resisted the urge to remind him of, I don’t know, your existence? The way he spoke with such confidence, insisting that he would be fine, it made you both worried and proud. Ronin didn’t want to cause you worry, but a part of you suspected that he wouldn’t tell you even if he was arrested. Why would he? If you got roped in with him, it was to jail with both of you, neither to ever see the other again. If only Ronin was caught, you could visit. 

The thought did nothing to ease your anxiety.

(username):  i don’t want you to get caught because of me

(goreboy): im telling you, i’ll be fine

(goreboy): don’t doubt the devil

Ronin smirked from his side of the screen, amused by your concern. Why would he get caught? Out of everyone in the server, he was easily one of the best ones at covering up his tracks (It would be someone else if you asked literally any of them besides you). Leaning back in his chair, he watched as you frantically typed another message, then deleted it, then started to type again.

He knew your anxiety was bad, especially when it came to him, but he couldn’t help it. It was funny seeing you get all worked up, and at times, he would simply disappear for a while to see what you did. At first, you acted fine, but then Angel reported the frantic texts and calls she was receiving, each accompanied by tears and desperate whispers asking about Ronin.

Guilt would always start to gnaw at him after a bit. Seeing his favorite little writer so distressed made him a bit anxious too (not like he would ever admit it). He would hop back into the server, message a lazy “hey” and watch you explode. 

But this? 

This was something that him returning wouldn’t fix.

(goreboy): how about this

(goreboy): ill come by and stay with you for a bit

(goreboy): then you can see that ill be fine

You agreed, leaving Ronin to pack up what he needed. A toothbrush, some clothes, random shit like a notepad, whatever he thought would be useful. Exiting his house, Ronin walked to yours, ignoring anyone who tried to speak to him on the way there. Upon arriving, he threw open the door.

Papers strewn across the floor with messy scribbles all over them. Notes for your novel, most likely. You tended to grow a bit obsessed with it whenever you didn’t have many people to talk to, as you could put yourself in a world of your own creation. Dirty dishes had piled up in the kitchen, electing a sigh from Ronin. He would have to clean that up later. 

“Ronin!”

He heard your voice before he saw you, tumbling out of your room and trapping him in a hug. Tensing, it took him a moment to relax and hold you back. The scent of your shampoo filled his senses as he rested his head in your hair.

“‘M here, darlin’, you don’t needa worry anymore.”

[cakewritez]

Cries of an Angel.

Reader is mostly reffered to as them, use of she once. Reader is gender fluid, and feels dysphoria. Feminine presenting to male presenting.

I based this off of my own experience, I know it's not the same for everyone, but hopefully someone out there feels the same way I do. <3

TW: GENDER DYSPHORIA, use of disturbing poetry, Ronin being ronin, the same warnings to killer chat apply here as well! HE DOESN'T HATE WOMEN GUYS HE JUST HAS A ROUGH BACKSTORY (without spoiling)

Gluttony Gods (another roserot game) spoilers!!

Ronin had asked you out on a little date, something that wasn't exactly fancy, but the two of you could spend time together and learn something new. That's all you really wanted anyways.

You put on one of your favorite skirts, applying makeup, and finally placing a perfect pretty bow in your hair. You were ready!

<goreboy> : U Ready?

<d4rlinMC> : yeah!

<goreboy> : come Outside

How ominous. But, that was Ronin.

You walked outside, making sure to lock your door, turn off all the lights and make sure all the doors were closed. A little habit that you developed from hanging with serial killers.

Ronin saw you and gave a low whistle. “There's my baby, dressed up like a lil’ fuckin doll.” He wrapped his hands around your waist, pressing kisses on your forehead.

“Ronin, cut it out!!” You giggled as you playfully pushed him away.

“Nah, m’gonna treat my partner the way she deserves.” He gave you another kiss before letting go.

That felt, off. You don't know what it was, maybe you were finally becoming aware of what was before you? A killer, you're dating a serial killer. No. . you love him and he loves you, besides, your way too far gone. It was something else making you uncomfortable.

You brushed it off and went with Ronin to your date.

You were watching Ronin point out the details of how a car runs to you, all the nooks and crannies as well.

You were paying attention, you were sure of it. All of a sudden something felt, off. Your hands ran down your chest a few times, it felt the same? Physically, but mentally it felt flat. Like, you were a guy.

You felt wrong.

Ronin took notice of this after you stopped responding to him, he looked, and scanned for what could be wrong.

You hastily grabbed your bow out of your hair, and desperately tried to wipe the lipstick of your lips, but it was no use.

He looked at your ruined state, your panicking oh so desperate state. He loved it.

But the Devil has its limits. Only you could be ruined by him.

He slid from under the car, and sat on the Dolly. He inched closer to you, hands placed on your face as he leaned in. Almost close enough to pres his lips against yours. However, he had other plans.

“Tell me what troubles you, is it.. that decaying femininity? You feel it dying in you? Rancid, festering girlhood? You feel it? "

His grip stayed tight on your face. His words, like an addictive drug from his lips to yours. He was telling the truth.

You nodded, tears prickling in your eyes. Your mind hazy with the thoughts of your insides not reflecting your outside. You're a guy, a dude,

And yet here you are, dressed in your 'decaying feminity.'

Ronin indulged in your tears, your sorrowful symphonies were a gift to him. A wonderful gift, if only Ther had realized this.

His words spew poison into your system, sickly sweet.

"Yeah? That's what it feels like? C’mon baby, I need words.”

You nodded hazily.

“That's it, let me infect you.”

Your lips closed the distance, agreeing to an unspoken deal.

A deal with the devil.

AN: I'M BACK ON THAT KC GRIND BABBEEYYY!! (≡^∇^≡)

[geoxstxrs]

Vinny x Clutch x Acronix x Cyrus x Ronin x Frohicky x Dareth megacule you are famous to me <33

[vanitywoo]

ronin drabble ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

notes; cw for brief mentions of gore and blood i guess. i think thats all? ronins name is never really mentioned LOL who wants to name that RAT /j i wrote this at 3am btw its kinda ass

you hate rotten things.

they have no use, and they take up space that could be used for something much more useful, dont you agree? why keep something so disgusting in the world if youre able to get rid of it before it gets rid of you? rot ruins things. it takes them over slowly, and the victim is unaware until its too late. they dont think this is a bad thing, though. they feast on all that is rotten and share it with others just like them. its in the back of their mind at all times- a voice youre unable to get rid of no matter how hard you try. smash your head into a wall, make yourself slowly into nothing, and that filth will stay in the back of your mind at all times. theres no getting rid of it.

you've never met a person thats the definition of rot. people are filthy on the inside, hiding it away, but youve never seen someone publicly flaunt the fact theyre fucked up and everything like that. youve never seen a person sink and drown themselves in the fact theyre an insane and digusting being. but youve seen them now. he bathes in the fact he is everything wrong in this world. he feasts and eats on insanity and making things his. he molds and 'fixes' things into the filth hes learned to know and love. youve had the misfortune of being something hes toyed with. you don't know if it was really worth it, but does it matter?

he wants to meet you. wants to see the person hes broken to the ground and built back up in his own pathetic and selfish way. you agree. seeing him in his disgusting alleyway, blood splattered everywhere because of him. all you smell is rust and iron and its scent is everywhere. its all you can smell, something you cant forget. he taunts you with a knife, putting the end of it under your chin so you can look at him. hes oddly gentle, but it isnt how he usually kills people. you know he won't kill you. he laughs. all you can hear is his laugh, and all you can smell is blood. you wonder if this is what the rest of your life looks like. he mocks you— pities you. and he has that filthy smirk on his face. you have a choice. you decide to kiss him. you cradle his face, cradle the filth and rot and everything hes made of. the darkness and all that he is.

you wonder if hes messed you up enough, or if theres still damage waiting to be done. hes ruined you. will he take you apart? maybe he'll rip your ribs open and crawl in, hiding away in something he might be able to call a safe space for once. will he carve out your aorta? maybe he'll keep it with him— display it publicly and love it everyday he lives. you wonder if he'll kill you later on. he thinks its the most romantic thing ever, and you know it. you can tell just by looking at him. you open your eyes and part from the kiss, staring at him. you stare into nothingness. his eyes are pitch black, and you sink into it, drowning in it. you learn why people are so rotten. you give him another kiss. he laughs. you soak it in. hes filth ridden and made of rot. hes rotten. thats all he is. murder and blood are etched into him.

you hate rotten things. but you understand them now.

[npookie0]

Hello, hello! I hope you’re having a great day/night! Angst-loving anon here, new to the KC fandom, and I was wondering if we could get a fic, drabble, or headcanon (or whatever format you prefer) about the LIs’ (separate) reactions to MC getting killed and/or how they’d cope? Bonus points if there were warning signs, like MC going, “Hey, gang, there’s this guy who keeps stalking me 🧍.”

Idk I’m not very creative haha, feel free to take any creative liberties, and feel free to ignore if this isn’t something you’re comfortable or interested in writing. <3

'Til death do us part.

These are hcs because I have a whole writing cooking up and I want to write hcs :3

Ronin - The Devil's Incarnate.

When Ronin found out that you were murdered he felt the world break, you, his fallen angel, was found dead. Fucking dead. And he could do nothing about it.

If you left hints about someone following you, sending threats, anything that seemed dangerous, but Ronin ignored it or didn't notice until it was too late, he will feel rage, at himself and that fucker who dared to kill you.

He will made his own witch hunt, find the person responsible for your death and make them suffer.

Ronin will definitely be impacted by your death, be less active in the server, drive himself more into murder, more gruesome, anything to keep his mind off of your death.

Your grave will be a place he will avoid for a while, deep down he's scared of the realisation that you're truly dead, that another person who he cared for - in his sick way of course, was found dead.

But if he visits your place of eternal rest, he will spend hours there, sitting behind your grave, his back on the cold stone, talking as if you could listen to him.

He will see you in his dreams, hear your voice, it would be different if you were a victim, if he was the one to kill you, but since you slipped away from him the haunting will be unbearable.

Angel - The Sweetly Sick Lover.

For her the news of your death were like a nightmare, a nightmare she desperately wanted to wake up from. She couldn't accept it, not now, not ever. That grief was strong.

If there were signs of someone endangering your safety and Angel didn't notice them in time she will hate herself, beat herself down about it, feel so agitated at herself just for letting you die.

She will avenge you, find and kill that bastard. That frustration, sorrow and anger will be a fuel that will make that kill truly gruesome.

She won't be able to live normally after your death, maybe work could work as an escapism but for how long? She knows you're dead, she can see or feel signs of you being in her life before.

Your grave will be a place bringing pain and comfort. She knows that she has a place that you'll always be in, even if bones will be your only remains.

She will spend as much time as possible at your grave, so much that Ronin will have to carry her away so she will go back home to sleep and eat something.

She will feel your presence even after your death, she'll wear your clothes, use your perfume, anything that smells like you. On one hand she wants you to stay in her memories, on the other she's hurting herself by keeping your things and reminding herself of you and your death.

Misaki - Forever a Child by Heart.

Misaki will deny it, hold onto their thoughts of you being alive, even if they'll see your corpse, they will never believe that you're dead. Once they'll accept it, their grief will be painful, take over their life.

A signs of you being stalked and they ignored them? Oh they will blame themselves for everything, no one from the server will get through to them.

Of course that bastard will be dead, they will be the one to shot them. They won't even feel guilty or anxious, it's not their regular kill, it's payback.

Their life will be turned upside down after your death, their parents, Angel, anyone else who will try to help them, will fail. Misaki will be in too deep in their grief.

If they're able to visit your grave they will go there every day with flowers. They just need to see the place of your rest, know that you're in peace.

They will talk to your grave, cry at it, say how much they miss you, as if it was supposed to bring you back or save them the pain.

Misaki will see you in their sleep, or in the corner of their eye, but with time your face will slowly fade and they will try to hold onto it like it's their lifeline.

V - The Justice Seeker.

For V the news were unbearable, his love dead? It can't be. Who dared to murder you? These beasts... He had a hard time accepting your death, especially with him promising to keep you save.

If there were obvious signs that V didn't pay attention to in the past he will treat your death as if he was the one to kill you, like he is the beast responsible for your suffering. What boyfriend was he if he couldn't even see the danger?

He will leave every other serial killer behind, your murderer is his priority, he needs to avenge you, to bring justice after your death, to let you rest in peace with your murderer burning in hell.

His life will be... empty. There's no one to tease him, no one to fill in the void that was left behind by you, there's just... nothing. Even his animals will feel the pain, be it them noticing your absence or them reflecting their caretaker's grief.

Your grave will be a place he will visit frequently. Taking care of it, you deserve a well kept resting place.

V won't show tears or talk to your grave, he will stare at it for a while, sadness in his eyes as he wishes that he could see your smile, hear your voice, hold your hand. Gods, even the teasing was something he missed now.

He won't be haunted by your ghost, nor would he hear your voice, but he will feel the lack of your presence, and it will break him every time.

[puzzledprose]

I am begging for any kind of Ronin or Misaki smut, or angst whatever you prefer. At least some more Headcannons, a Drabble or two, and NSFW alphabet. I’m not usually the type to ask stuff. But I have scoured the internet far and wide. And all I’ve been left with is sadness :(

That’s what I’m here for sweetie don’t worry ♥️

But feel free to have a vote on what you guys want to see the most (I’ll still do all of the above, votes just decide the order :) )