── .✦ The doctor said she was lucky. She has not yet found a way to explain to the doctor what that word does to her now. What it costs her every time someone says it. Lucky. Like surviving was something she did to someone.
── .✦ He goes over it. Every night, every version, every small decision that split into this outcome and not another. If he'd been thirty seconds faster. If he'd said something different. If he'd just—the math never changes...
── .✦ "You made it," they keep telling her, like that's the part she's struggling with. She knows she made it. She was there. She made it and he didn't and nobody seems to understand that those two facts live in her like something at war.
── .✦ She laughs at something on TV and for three full seconds everything is normal. And then it crashes back in. The guilt of the three seconds, the guilt of the laughing, the guilt of still being someone who can laugh, and she's back under again.
── .✦ He visits the grave more than he probably should. Stands there and doesn't say anything most times. Sometimes he says it should've been me and means it completely and waits for something to argue back. But nothing does.
── .✦ "You need to stop blaming yourself," they say, and she nods, and she means to, and then she's alone again and the blame is right there where she left it, patient as anything, waiting.
── .✦ "I should've been there," he said, for the hundredth time, and she finally looked at him and said, "And then what? Then I'd be standing here saying it about you?" He didn't have an answer. He's still looking for one.
── .✦ She is so tired of being the one who made it. She is so tired of carrying the weight of a life that sometimes feels like it belongs to someone else.
── .✦ He built a whole future out of guilt. Every good thing he does now he does with her name underneath it, like a foundation, like a debt he'll never finish paying off. He doesn't know if that's honoring her or punishing himself. Maybe both. Maybe that's the same thing now.
── .✦ "Do you ever think about why you?" her therapist asks. Every day, she doesn't say. Every single day I think about why me and I never come up with an answer that doesn't make me want to disappear.
── .✦ The hardest day wasn't the funeral. The hardest day was six months later when she woke up and for one terrible, beautiful, unforgivable second--she'd forgotten.
── .✦ He's good at it now. Surviving. He's built a whole life around the skill of it. Some nights he hates himself for how good he's gotten.
── .✦ She doesn't talk about it. People think that means she's healed. People think silence is the same as peace. She knows better. She knows silence is just where the loudest things live.
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Warning: murder, attempt of sa, mention of throwing up, mention of drugging
-> misaki x reader
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏
Ronin
Angel
V
The stranger's shadow stretched across the floor, mocking you.
-Oh, little star! - he exclaimed, making you instinctively curl into yourself even tighter - Where are you? If you come out willingly, I won't hurt you… too much.
His voice rang uncomfortably in your head, bouncing from the left to the right.
-Come on. You've already caused enough trouble - he continued, more seriously this time - I'll count to three, and if you don't come to me by then, it will get ugly.
You swallowed hard, ignoring the taste of bile rising in your mouth.
-One…
With your back pressed against the cold wall of the kitchen island, you slowly began to inch your way towards the exit, hoping you'd be able to attack the stranger if push comes to shove.
-Two…
As you passed the lifeless body of one of the kidnappers, you felt a wave of nausea washing over you. You forced yourself to look away. Nothing would help him now anyway.
-Thr…
BANG.
A sudden loud noise forced you to double over. Your hands immediately grabbed the sides of your head in an attempt to stabilize yourself. You didn't hear the knife you'd been holding hit the floor. You couldn't hear anything but the unbearable shriek in your ears. You didn't fight as the urge to vomit wracked your entire body. You tried to support yourself, but your hand slipped painfully across the floor. If you had been able to think, you would have mentally prepared yourself for a hard landing on the concrete floor. Luckily, you didn't have to worry about that, because before your body made contact with the surface, someone managed to catch you.
-…ot yo… - a familiar male voice broke through the squeal. You tried to look up, but you couldn't as you got interrupted by yet another convulsion that shook you - Ah, shit.
He was saying something, but you couldn't understand a single word. You could barely hear it over the painful pounding in your head. Your throat was raw. You felt weak. You had no strength.
-Hey - you felt yourself being shaken. In normal circumstances, it would be considered a simple bump, but this time it made you choke on air - Don't drift away.
You nodded your head weakly, without conviction, unable to muster any words. But you quickly regretted it.
Too much, all at once.
The stranger gave you a moment to adjust to the situation, holding your shoulders. When he decided that you had somewhat settled down, he suddenly pulled you up, this time grabbing you by the waist to keep you from falling to the ground once again. Your insides felt like they were turning around and inside out, but before you could argue against (what you considered to be) unfair treatment, you heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and then you noticed that the light from the exit had been partially obscured.
-She’s here? - another familiar but breathless voice rang out.
-Yeah, yeah - the person holding you replied, and then pushed you away - Catch your other half.
You felt yourself colliding with the newcomer. You grabbed the stranger's clothes in an attempt to keep your balance, but you knew that if you weren't supported by them, you would instantly fall to the floor.
-It seems that you are once again falling for me - you heard a voice coming from above you - But for real. Are you alright? Is everything okay? Are all your fingers still in place?
You took a deep breath, instantly recognizing who was holding you.
-Misaki? - you whispered without looking up - Why are you asking about my fingers?
-If you didn't have fingers, it would be hard for me to hold your hand later - they replied, as if it was the most obvious thing. If you weren't exhausted, you might be bursting into laughter right now.
-Misaki, let's get out of here. Please - you muttered to her, and she immediately threw your arm over her neck.
-Yes. Let's go home - she replied. You could tell from their voice how stressed they were about the whole situation, but you could also undeniably feel how happy she was to have found you in one piece. You moved slowly, step by step. You felt like your hearing had returned to normal, or was simply less sensitive, but the light was still bothering you. You awkwardly shielded your eyes with your free hand, trying not to fall over.
-Who was here besides you? - you asked as a feeling of fresh air hit your face.
-Ronin - she replied quickly - He'll also take us to your apartment. Angel and V will be here soon too, to clean it up.
-What kind of deadly meeting is this? - you laughed sleepily, trying to focus on something to keep your attention. The adrenaline that was finally leaving you made you feel exhausted once again.
-Everyone was worried. We had to convince Vince that he didn't have to go out of his retirement. Luca and Feli were halfway through packing their bags - Misaki said, trying to keep your attention, which was more fluid than you'd like - Hang in there a little longer. You'll be able to rest soon.
The next distance you walked was accompanied by Misaki's chattering. It was getting harder and harder to understand and remember what she was saying, but the sound of her voice alone was enough for you. Because it was right next to you. Finally, you stopped in front of an unfamiliar car, and like a gentleman, Misaki held the door open for you to get in. Then they settled themselves next to you, positioning you so your head rested on their lap. One of her hands replaced yours, shielding your eyes, while the other played with your hair. Her fingers alternately ran through it and curled it around themselves.
-You're safe - they whispered, more to themselves than to you - Everything's okay. I got you.
You didn't even notice when you fell asleep. You didn't even feel like you were asleep. From your perspective, one moment you were lying in the backseat of the car, and the next you were on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Even though the room was shrouded in the darkness of the night, you immediately recognized where you were. You'd be surprised if you didn't recognize your own apartment. Everything was arranged exactly as you'd left it before you left. A white mug with the remains of your morning coffee, some chaotically scribbled notes. Even Misaki's manga series, which they'd brought when they moved into your apartment, was in a messy pile under the TV. Only the laptop's light, indicating that it was on, stood out against the dark room. The sight of it gave you a sense of déjà vu.
You lie still for a moment, listening to your surroundings. You recognized the sounds of cars driving past your window and the neighbors' conversations muffled by the walls. The hum of the refrigerator. The clicking of the clock on the wall. Misaki humming in the shower. Everything was so familiar.
Everything was yours.
Muscles you hadn't even realized existed were making themselves known. The earlier dizziness had subsided, but a hangover-like feeling still lingered. Slowly, you raised your aching body to a sitting position and stretched, and a moan of pleasure escaped you as your limbs finally got the movement they needed. The couch creaked when you finally decided to get up to take some painkillers. You fumbled for the medicine basket on one of the kitchen shelves and washed the pill down your throat with a glass of cold water. And then another. And the third one. You hadn't realized how thirsty you had been. Only when you felt you couldn't hold a single more drop did you decide to return to the living room and turn on the light. Being cautious, you only turned on the lamp in the corner so you wouldn't be blinded like before. You breathed a sigh of relief when the warm light that spilled into the room didn't irritate your eyes.
You leaned back into the seat, noticing that there was a dark towel on it. Misaki must have put it down to keep the couch from getting dirty, since you were wearing the same clothes as before. The blanket you were previously covered with, which had fallen to the floor, was one of those you rarely reached for, so staining it wouldn't bother you too much. You smiled slightly. You were home, safe, with the person you loved.
Your gaze drifted again to the laptop. The blank screen indicated that it had been on and unused for some time now. Using the moment before Misaki joins you, you reached out to turn it on and personally inform the server members that you were alive and kicking. Ronin or Misaki probably had already mentioned something, but you thought it would be better to inform them personally. Your finger swiped across the touchpad to bring the laptop back to life.
You found an open video on the screen.
You didn't remember watching any video, especially a downloaded one. It was signed with your name and the date. You should have closed it. You wanted to turn it off. But your curiosity got the better of you.
At first, the camera focused on the concrete floor, but then it was quickly lifted and focused on… a body. The same body you'd found behind the kitchen island. A chill ran down your spine, and you covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a shriek. The cameraman zoomed in on the wounds and the knife protruding from the body. Then the camera slowly moved to the corpse's face. Eyes wide with terror, blood pouring from his mouth. You wanted to look away, but something wouldn’t let you do that.
-Unbelievable - a male voice suddenly rang out from the speaker - Look what you've done. Do you think your friends will be proud of you?
The camera moved again, this time zooming in on another person's face. At first, you didn't recognize it because it was too close, but as it slowly moved back, you realized you were looking at yourself.
-Will your friends praise you? Or perhaps give up on you? - the voice continued, not stopping the camera even for a moment. You, on the recording, didn't react. Your eyes were slightly ajar, focused on something off-screen. You clearly weren't listening to what was being said, too absorbed in your own thoughts. The cameraman didn't like this.
-Hey! I'm talking to you! - he growled, grabbing your face with his free hand. He started to say something, but couldn’t, because you bit his hand. The cameraman screamed, trying to yank it away. The footage caught your face, filled with sudden rage, before the camera was snatched away. The footage was blurry for a few seconds as you both struggled, until the face of an unknown man suddenly appeared on the screen.
The cameraman's face.
The man was now lying on the ground, the camera moving rapidly towards, then away from his face, which was becoming increasingly more bloody. He tried to shield himself with his hands, but he couldn't. The camera repeatedly struck him, and the view became more and more blurry. Finally, the camera stopped moving. You would have thought the recording had stopped if it weren't for the sound of heavy breathing. A moment later, it moved once again, and the lens was wiped clean. The view remained blurry, likely due to a crack that must have occurred during the fight, but you recognized your own face again. You were filming your face from below, probably unaware of what you were doing. Your brows furrowed, trying to understand what you were looking at, but eventually you threw the camera away. It bounced off the wall, hit the floor, and spun so that it recorded sideways as you sat back down under the kitchen island, slowly falling asleep. Checking the recording showed that it continued for a long time, focused on your sleeping form, until the lights in the room went out. You swiped the bar to see the end of the recording and were hit with another sense of déjà vu. The door opening, the countdown, a gunshot, Ronin's voice, Misaki running. The recording of your rescue. After you were led out of the room, black studded boots approached the camera, and then it was raised.
-Found you - Ronin laughed, turning off the recording. You sat still, staring at the black screen. You tried to organize your thoughts, to explain it to yourself, but you were faced with an undeniable fact.
You killed someone.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and a freshly washed Misaki emerged from it. Still towel-drying her hair, they glanced around the room, not expecting to see the light on, until their gaze finally landed on the back of your head, peeking over the couch.
-Hey, you! You're finally awake - she said with relief in her voice - How are you feeling? Do you need some… - she stopped when she noticed how your whole body was shaking.
-I... - you whispered, trying to hold back the tears. Misaki ran to stand in front of you, cupping your face in her hands.
-What happened? Are you in pain? - they began examining you, looking for injuries - I didn't want to change your clothes without your knowledge. If I missed any wounds, tell me where they hurt, and I'll try to treat them as quickly as possible.
They started to get up to go get the first aid kit, but you grabbed her hand to stop her. It made them pause immediately, focusing all of her attention on you.
-What happened, Sunshine? - she asked, more quietly this time.
-I killed him - you said so quietly, you barely heard yourself. Misaki froze, uncertain.
-Did you dream of something? - she asked gently - Was it a nightmare?
You shook your head and released her hand to point at the laptop. Misaki took a moment to understand what you meant, but eventually, they looked behind them. She blocked the screen with her body, but you heard the undeniable sound of the beating you watched before.
-...I'll murder Ronin - Misaki muttered, quickly regaining her composure -Not literally! I meant... I just... fuck.
An awkward silence fell between you. Neither of you knew what to say. But it didn't last long. With Misaki, prolonged silence wasn't an option.
-We wanted to tell you - they began carefully - Not now. You've been through a lot, and we wanted you to at least get some rest first. But I swear, we wouldn't hide such a big secret from you - Misaki's hand found yours, and she squeezed it in reassurance - Ronin helped me carry you here from the car. He must have left the recording on purpose for you to find it. You know how he is...
-It didn't look very pleasant- you said quietly, looking back at the screen - I didn't think I was capable of beating someone up...
-You should have seen the other guy - she added with a laugh, freezing momentarily - I meant...
A giggle escaped you. Unexpected and desperate. It surprised not only Misaki but you as well. Why were you laughing? It wasn't funny. You shouldn't have been laughing. And yet, you continued to laugh. You laughed until the sound escaping you turned into sobs. Your whole body shook, and you kept choking on air, unable to breathe properly. Misaki immediately hugged you, in a frantic attempt to calm you down.
-Breathe... please breathe... - they whispered softly in your ear. Normally, in situations like this, you would only hear the chaotic beating of your heart, but this time, all you heard was the voice of the girl holding you in her arms. Like an anchor, you clung to it, trying not to fall apart.
-Am I… - you sobbed into her hoodie (which Misaki stole from your closet) - Am I a bad person?
-What? - you heard Misaki’s surprised voice, as they pulled away just enough to cup your face in her hands - They deserved it. Sunshine, you were kidnapped and drugged. They... they deserved an even worse fate. If I had been there sooner... - they didn't finish. She just hugged you again, burying her face in the nook of your neck - I was so worried...
You sat still again, using this moment to calm yourself. In her embrace, you felt safe. Your heartbeat was able to slow down. Taking an example from Misaki, your breathing tried to match hers.
It was not your fault.
There was no other way.
You had to do it.
-What now? - you asked, much calmer this time.
-Now, you have to wash up - Misaki sighed, with a smile on her lips - And since I don't intend to let you out of my sight, unfortunately, we have to do it together.
-Oh, what a tragedy - you laughed lightly. It wasn't perfect. You still needed time to accept what you'd done. But with Misaki holding your hand, you felt like you could handle anything, no matter what happened.
Your write Is so good! I loved your V's part of the fic
Awwww! Thank you so much!
The fic was actually supposed to be only for V but then I got idea for how Ronin would react. So I decided to do it in kinda headcanon format. After finishing Ronin I got worried that V will turn out to be boring in comparison, but in the end i stayed with my original idea.
So you saying that warms my heart so much~ 🥰
(I'm currently writting Misaki part and I also already have an idea for Angel part, but I have no idea when I'll finish it)
Do you accept requests? If so, what are you writing boundaries?
Oh! I've never considered to be ever asked that tbh. Im a pretty slow writer 😅 i may consider it tho, depending on what you request. Smut is my big no no, cause I don't feel confident in writing sexual scenes. Incest is another deal breaker of mine. I can't think of anything else at the moment, so once again I think that would depend on the context of the request.
Warning: murder, attempt of sa, mention of throwing up, mention of drugging
-> ronin x reader
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏
Angel
Misaki
V
Shards of wood clattered to the floor as the doors' surface shattered under the impact. You whimpered, trying to cover your ears in an attempt to protect them from the sound.
-Knock knock - you heard a low voice, followed by maniacal laughter. The sound filling the room left you paralyzed. You can't do this. You can't escape.
-What a mess. Someone must have had a hell of a time here - they chuckled, and you closed your eyes, trying to focus. Who is it? What do they want?
-Awww. Did the consequences of your own actions catch up to you? - they cooed suddenly, and then you felt as if you heard the stranger aggressively kicking something. Tears welled up behind your eyelids as the ringing in your ears once again tormented you. Everything was too loud. Fear rose within you again, making breathing more difficult. Suddenly, you gasped for air. You held your breath in panic, hoping that maybe you hadn't been as loud as you thought. But you were wrong. The kicking stopped, leaving silence in its wake.
A moment later, you heard footsteps again. You didn't move, hoping the stranger would leave the room and let you be. You only realized you were mistaken when the knife you were still stubbornly clutching was ripped away from your chest. You opened your eyes to see a familiar face right in front of you. He was so close, you couldn't help but remember your first meeting in the alley.
-Gotcha - he laughed, but stopped when he saw your pained grimace, and quickly dropped to a whisper - Shit, my bad. How are you holding up?
-Ronin - you said quietly, leaning forward to hug him. He caught you, holding his hand on the back of your neck. - I don't like it here…
The boy laughed soundlessly in response and then pulled you upright.
-Let's get out of here - he said, steadying you and helping you towards the exit. However, he stopped when he saw your sudden reaction to the light.
-Awww. Is my little devil having trouble with the enlightening? - his tone was joking, but you knew that deep down, he was actually worried about you.
-I…- you began, but were interrupted by the feeling of some cloth being put on your head, and then pulled over your eyes. You tried to uncover them, but a hand placed on top of your head prevented you from doing so.
-I was planning on lending it to you just for a little while, but you look devilishly good in my clothes - he said to you, petting your head, and then muttered under his breath - Especially covered in blood.
Ronin's hat proved thick enough to block the light from seeping through. You silently thanked him for this and allowed yourself to be led outside. You mostly leaned against the boy, feeling your energy leaving you with time. The adrenaline that had built up inside you was gradually fading. This was due to the knowledge that you had a boy by your side who would (literally) kill for you.
-Watch your head - he warned, helping you sit down - It'll get a little loud for you now, but I should have noise-canceling headphones in the trunk. Give me a moment.
You took a deep breath to calm yourself. The seat you were occupying wasn't exactly the height of comfort, but compared to the cold ground, it felt like a gift from heaven. You allowed yourself to stroke it, analyzing its texture with only your acute sense of touch. You continued doing this until the sound of the door closing reverberated through your entire body, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine.
-Got ‘em - the voice next to you sounded again. You felt a weight on your head as Ronin adjusted the length of the ear muffs to fit you. Only when he was satisfied with his work did he pull one of them back to address you again - I'll need a moment before we leave. You should try to get some sleep in the meantime.
You nodded in response and, with Ronin's help, settled onto your back. You were sure you looked ridiculous, but your negative thoughts vanished the moment you felt a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. Lips that usually spouted sarcastic, biting remarks were the only thing that could soothe you at that moment. No matter what happened, no matter what he said, you trusted Ronin to protect you from danger.
You're not sure when you fell asleep. Was it while contemplating hands designed for harm that never directed their brutality at you? Or perhaps the vibration of the moving vehicle lulled your already tired body? It didn't matter, because when your eyelids opened again, they were no longer shielded. It took you a moment to adjust to the fact that your senses were functioning more or less normally again. The first thing you noticed was the pleasant semi-darkness that enveloped the room. The lava lamp on the bedside table was one of two sources of light, casting a faint red glow on the various wall decorations and boxes on the floor. The other light streamed in through the slightly open door, from behind which you could hear muffled voices.
You slowly threw off the blanket that had been covering you and carefully rose from the bed. With the support of the wall, careful not to damage the posters hanging there, you began to walk toward the exit to investigate the source of the voices. Although the natural light no longer bothered you as much as before, it still took you a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. Only then did you open the door wider and, leaning against the doorframe, peer into the other room. The living room and open kitchen shared the same atmosphere as the bedroom. Various pieces of clothing were scattered everywhere, along with empty and half-full cardboard boxes. You could also spot some suspicious-looking stains here and there, but for your own peace of mind, you decided not to investigate them for now.
Ronin sat at the kitchen island, his back facing you. His laptop was open on the counter in front of him, but from your current position, you couldn't see what was on the screen.
-…so they shouldn’t find anything - a familiar feminine voice reached you.
-They should consider it an internal conflict, with no external factors - another voice added, this time deep and masculine. You took a few steps forward, trying to spot any element that would help you figure out who exactly the boy was talking to.
-Dude, I can't even imagine how she must have fe...- another male voice began, but stopped mid-sentence. You weren't sure what had happened, but everything became clear when Ronin turned towards you. He was on a video call with other members of the murderous server. Most, but not all, had their cameras turned on, including Ronin. His preview image showed you standing in the background. The miserable look you were rocking attracted your attention, before the boy blocked your view again.
-Speak of the devil - he smiled and then turned to the others - I have to take care of our little misfortune.
If anyone wanted to add something, they didn't have time before Ronin hung up and immediately approached you.
-Let's go back to bed - he murmured as his hand settled on your hip, confidently guiding you back to the room you'd just emerged from. Even though his expression remained impassive, you felt his fingers tremble, unsure whether they should grip you tightly and offer support, or be more gentle, so as not to accidentally hurt you. After all, his hands were never meant to be the caring ones.
-Ronin, is everything…- you tried to ask him as he helps you settle back down on the mattress.
-Don’t speak now - he interrupted you, and then lay on top of you so that his ear was against your chest.
As if he was listening to your heartbeat.
Your hand lifted to gently stroke his head. His hair wasn't the softest, probably from constant cycle of dyeing it. You noticed his roots growing out and made a mental note to buy some hair dye in the next few days. What color exactly did Ronin use? He probably had some empty containers in the bathroom.
-I was worried - his unexpected confession snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing your attention wholly on him - I was afraid your heart would fall into the hands of another. That I wouldn't be the one to end its beating.
-But you saved me - you replied, still running his locks through your fingers- You gave them what they deserved. Divine judgment.
Suddenly, Ronin has risen, placing his hands next to your head so that you were trapped beneath him.
-You… - his facial expression showed shock, which quickly turned into downright hysterical laughter - You don't know!
He leaned back, still sitting on your legs. Confused, you sat up too, to be closer to him.
-Ronin, why are you laugh…- your sentence was interrupted once again, this time by a firm grip. The boy held your head so that your chin rested on his shoulder, and his other arm held you immobile, pressed against his body.
-My sweet little devil, it was you who executed heaven's judgment. My Angel of Death.
You froze. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. You tried to pull away, but Ronin effectively prevented you from doing so.
-Ronin, this isn't funny - you said loudly, forcing yourself not to start screaming - This is impossible. I wouldn't be able to… - the harder you struggled, the tighter the grip became
-Shhh… - he tried to calm you down, feeling that your breathing was starting to accelerate - You didn't want to do it, but it doesn't change the fact that you went through this dark baptism and you are now one of us.
Your hands gripped the back of his shirt, in an attempt to steady yourself. Ronin gave you time to calm down, rocking you gently back and forth. Only when you felt that your throat was no longer constricted and you could speak more or less freely did you dare to ask a question.
-How... how did I do that? And how do you know it was me?
The boy waited another moment before getting up from the bed and leaving the room without a word, returning with the previously abandoned laptop in his hands. He tapped the keyboard a few times, then turned the screen to face you, settling himself behind you and wrapping his limbs around you once again.
-Ronin, what the he…
-Watch
A movie began playing on the laptop. Although you hadn't had a chance to look closely beforehand, you recognized the room being filmed as the same one you were being held in. The camera was pointed at the exact same kitchen island you'd been hiding behind before Ronin entered the room. At first, nothing happened, and you wondered if the recording had frozen, but your doubts were dispelled the moment two people entered the frame. A familiar-looking man guided a wobbly girl and sat her on the edge of the island, facing away from the camera. It took you a moment to recognize who she was.
You were the one sitting on the counter.
The stranger grabbed your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks uncomfortably, and turning you towards the camera. You in the video, however, didn't seem to mind.
-Say hello, star - the stranger's gruff voice poured out of the speakers -You're about to put on a real show for your friends.
Your left hand rose in an attempt to wave, but quickly dropped, as if you'd forgotten what you were about to do. Meanwhile, the stranger pulled a knife from his belt and pressed it against your neck.
-You'll be good, right? -he smiled wickedly, pleased when you nodded in response. He then pulled you closer, placing his hands at your sides, still holding the knife, and began to grind against you.
-Don't be shy. We have to entertain our audience - the stranger laughed, sending shivers down your spine. You didn't want to see that. But Ronin didn't let you turn away.
-The best moment is about to happen - he murmured in your ear.
You forced yourself to return your attention to the scene unfolding before you. Your attacker was saying something to you, and his hands were on your hips, leaving the knife unprotected. You suddenly saw your entire body tense in reaction to the man's words, and a moment later, you grabbed the knife and plunged it into your tormentor's back. The man groaned, not expecting the attack. And then again, and again, as you plunged the blade in again and again. He tried to pull away from you, which only resulted in him falling to the ground. You slid off the table, following in his steps. Turned out that the kitchen island was hiding the next part of the action, but you could see the blade, held in both hands, reappearing every few moments, only to disappear again, accompanied by a soft smack and a groan. Then the recording cut off. Ronin used this moment to rest his chin on the top of your head.
-He deserved it- he muttered carefree- They all deserved it.
You didn't move, staring at the scene that froze when the knife was visible. A trickle of blood dripped from it, and the light from the lamp that was on at the time reflected off the blade.
-What happened to others? - you asked coldly, trying to sort everything out in your head.
-I took care of the last one, but the other one managed to get his own little recording - he replied, reaching for his laptop - Wanna see?
-No. I’m good - you replied quickly - Just tell me
Ronin sighed, setting the equipment down and pulling you down to lie with him.
-There's no fun in just telling it, but okay. What my little devil wants, my little devil gets - he paused briefly to stroke your hair or maybe to gather himself. You doubt the latter with how proud he sounded - You beat the second one with his own weapon. A camera.
You jerked upright in surprise, which suddenly made you feel dizzy again. He immediately forced you back down, turning you over and pressing his ear to your chest once again.
-It was an incredible spectacle. My girl defeating her tormentors against all odds - he whispered, listening as your heart began to beat faster - No one has the right to touch you. Only me. Remember that.
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Warning: murder, attempt of sa, mention of throwing up, mention of drugging
-> v x reader
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏
Ronin
Angel
Misaki
The stranger stepped over the threshold, clearly mindful of their movements. The steps were slow and deliberate. At least, that's what you assumed from the sound. You couldn't see them, and you didn't even try to. Your plan was to go around the counter on the opposite side from the stranger and run out once your initial hiding place was discovered. Holding your weapon to your chest, you climbed over the corpse, having no other route to take. You decided this was a good time to move, assuming the stranger was now checking the other corpse. Your body was still shaking, but you forced yourself not to stop. The close proximity to the dead body made you want to vomit again. Tears welled in your eyes as you fought not to throw up your stomach's contents, unless only bile remained. While you managed to keep everything inside you to stay there, you lost the battle of remaining silent. To your horror, a gag sound tore from your throat. You froze, just like the stranger. With no advantages left, all you could do was run. You rushed for the exit, ignoring the fact that you'd be blinded again and wouldn't know where you were actually running. You only hoped your aim would be accurate enough for you not to hit the doorframe too hard and lose your momentum. The need to get out was greater than you. You had to be fast.
However, the stranger turned out to be faster.
Before you knew what was happening, you felt yourself being wrapped in a pair of strong arms. The attacker was saying something to you, but you couldn't understand them. Everything was too overwhelming. You slid free and tried to stab them, but he blocked the blow, effectively disarming you. They held your wrist, and you continued to struggle, hoping that by some miracle you would be able to fend off the attack.
-Let me go! - you screamed, instantly regretting it. You cringed as your hoarse voice began to bounce off the walls in your head. You tried to cover your ear with your free hand, while your other one still struggled to free itself. Everything was too loud, too bright, too big.
Your eyes were closed, yet beams of light managed to penetrate your clenched lids. You were aware that you should at least try to look your attacker in the face, but you couldn't. Tears fell like waterfalls down your cheeks.
You were scared.
You were in pain.
You wanted to go home.
Your back slammed into the stranger's chest as he attempted to pin you down, still speaking to you. They wrapped one arm around your shoulders, and like a wild animal, you bit down on it in a desperate attempt to free yourself. You tasted some sort of soft material on your tongue, but you ignored it in favor of clenching your jaw tighter. The person holding you tensed, but didn't pull away. They held you tightly, slowly pulling you down toward the ground. They managed to sit you between their legs. The bitten arm now moved to your waist, while their other hand covered your eyes, providing more protection from the light. They rested their chin on the top of your head, gently rocking you from side to side to calm you.
It took you a long time to realize that the person holding you didn't mean to hurt you, and even longer to calm down. The fingers on your waist drew gentle circles, so you tried to match your breathing to them. Only when you felt somewhat like yourself again did you decide to try to raise your own hand and pat the stranger, signaling that you’ll cooperate.
-Who… - you whispered, testing your ability to speak without your throat hurting. The sounds still made you wince in discomfort, but you forced yourself to finish the question - Who are you?
The person lowered their arms, gently turning you towards them. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting once again to the change in brightness before you were able to recognize the face of the person in whose arms you were.
-V - you said his name softly, full of relief - How…
You didn't finish your question, interrupted by the feeling of a strong embrace. His arms felt like home, not the cage you'd felt trapped in moments before. The stability he held you with made you feel more and more at ease.
-First, let's get you out of here. I promise I'll explain everything to you later - he whispered into your hair - I’m going to lift you now. Please hold on, my love.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he got you off the ground. You groaned as the change made you feel even more dizzy. V immediately tried to comfort you with a quiet "Shh.”
-I know you're feeling sick, my love. I'll take care of you, I promise. You just have to bear it for a little longer - his words were gentle. He had to pay attention to your oversensitivity. V always noticed details, especially when it came to you. At the same time, hiding your discomfort was the last thing on your mind. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he tried not to make any sudden movements.
Your consciousness began to drift again. Perhaps it was the adrenaline dropping, or perhaps V's presence was simply soothing. You kept falling asleep and waking up. Random sounds usually roused you from your slumber. A door slamming. A muffled, angry voice. An engine revving. But each time, your boyfriend's scent enveloped you.
At some point, you managed to stay awake for more than a few seconds. The first thing you noticed were the thick pipes hanging from the raw concrete walls. The room was immersed in a pleasant semi-darkness, and for some reason, it felt familiar to you. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view, but your body felt unusually heavy. You groaned with exertion, simultaneously throwing off the duvet that had been covering you. The movement must have caught someone’s attention, because you hadn't even fully straightened when you heard hurried footsteps heading your way.
-My love? - you first heard a calm, low voice, and then his handsome face came into your view. He swiftly approached the bed you were residing on - Careful now. You should be resting.
-Valentin, it's okay - you tried to convince him, feeling the dryness in your throat. But V shook his head, not believing you.
-Here, drink it - he said, handing you a bottle of water that was on the table next to you - You need to drink a lot to wash it all out.
-Wash it out? - you repeated after him between sips. His face was filled with worry and concern for you. Only after he was sure you finished drinking did he gently grab your shoulders and push you back down. The mattress dipped under the weight, and his hands took yours.
-Do… do you remember what happened? - he asked uncertainly, testing the waters, trying to figure out how much you know.
-I got kidnapped, I was held in this… dark room. There were bodies there… - you listed, suddenly choking up on the memory - Bodies! V! There… - you jumped up but got held in place, as the men stroke your hair with one hand.
-Breath - he instructed you, and only when he noticed you were listening did he decide to continue - You weren't a random target, my love. Ronin... - he said his name angrily - Ronin has many enemies who want to get under his skin. One of them, a hacker, sneaked into our server unnoticed and deemed you the weakest link.
-Because I’m not really a serial killer - you answered .
-Yes. He stalked you, kidnapped you, and then revealed himself on the server, mocking us.
-How on earth had no one noticed the stranger being with us? - you asked, trying to understand the situation better.
-Ronin only programmed the server. He’s not at the same level as our opponent in terms of technological skills- he explained calmly, taking your hand again and drawing small circles on it, just as he had done earlier to calm you down - The hacker must have been on the server for a long time to know you weren't like us. He might have also looked through our old messages. After kidnapping you, he drugged you so you wouldn't have been able to defend yourself. He probably didn't even expect you to be able to do it effectively.
-So that’s why I felt so awful - you added, better understanding the state you were in earlier -And that's why you said I had to drink a lot.
V nodded in confirmation.
-My love... - he began, unsure if he should pursue the topic further. You squeezed his hand lightly, reassuring him and confirming he could continue - Your attacker was live broadcasting his actions to the server.
A chill ran down your spine, and your whole body tensed.
-What?
-We could all see what was happening - the man hesitated - He told us what he planned to do to you, but he didn't manage to hurt you. I made sure you didn't have any major wounds.
-He didn't have time to hurt me because his accomplices killed him? - you asked, but V's expression hardened, and he moved closer to you.
-My love. You killed them.
You sat quietly, waiting for him to tell you he was joking. He had to. There was no other option.
-I... Your joke isn't funny, V - you began, shaking your head - I never... no...
Seeing that you’re starting to get hysterical, the man cupped your face, forcing you to look into his eyes.
-You did it unconsciously, under the influence of drugs. You had to defend yourself - he tried to explain - If you hadn't, they would have done something much worse. You had no other option.
You started to cry. It was too much for you. And yet, you felt a strong need to know more.
-How… - you choked out, trying to calm down - How did I do it?
-The perpetrators left you unbound - he began carefully - Probably assuming you were too drugged up to stand up to them. Perhaps they wanted you to fight. You were left alone with one of them. You didn't know what you were doing, and he was taunting you, laughing at you. He turned his back, and you…
-I took advantage of the opportunity - you finished, to which he nodded - What about the rest?
-The second one you beat up with the camera - he replied briefly, but seeing that you wanted to know more, he continued - He came back and saw what you had done. He wanted to get a close-up, so we wouldn't have any doubts about what had happened. At one point, he approached you, and you suddenly grabbed the camera from his hands and started hitting him with it.
-What about the third? There were at least three people. I remember that much.
-I took care of him - he admitted shamelessly -Forgive me, my love, but I wish to spare you the details. The most important thing is that you're safe here. All that’s left for you to do now is rest.
V stood up to fix your duvet, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
-Don't leave me - you whimpered. If he left you alone now, you'd probably fully break down - Please.
He stood still for a moment, debating what to do, before finally settling down next to you, throwing the cover over both of you. You instantly clung to him, hiding in his arms. V held you as if you were the most delicate thing he had ever touched. He kissed your forehead as his fingers played with your hair. During that time, you twirled the hem of his turtleneck, simultaneously inhaling his scent.
-Forgive me for having to wait so long for me, my love - he whispered as you felt yourself falling asleep.
-Thank you for coming for me - you replied, snuggling closer to him. You didn’t leave his arms that night.
Warning: murder, attempt of sa, mention of throwing up, mention of drugging
-> killer chat x reader
This work is still WIP, at least the part where you choose continuation
The feeling of your heart beating too fast was the first thing you noticed. It spread throughout your body in rapid pulses. The world around you seemed to race, only to slow down mercilessly the next second. You were enveloped in darkness so thick that your eyes couldn't adjust to it. You needed something to stop the spinning that was driving you mad. The only anchor was a bright red dot on the floor. First there was one, then two, then four, then one again. Your eyelids alternately closed tightly and then opened vigorously, attempting to focus. Unfortunately, this only caused a growing headache to creep into your skull. Were you hangover? Had you been drinking? You don't remember going out to a bar. Could there have been alcohol in your apartment? No. Impossible. You stopped drinking so your writing wouldn't suffer from its effects.
Right, your writing. You were a writer. An author and a reporter.
-Shit, I have work - your words weren't loud. They were merely a whisper to yourself. However, the moment the words left your mouth, you felt as if they reverberated around you in the form of a scream. An unpleasant ringing in your ears forced you to double over. Your left hand instinctively rose up to massage your temples, but you were surprised by the wetness that appeared the moment you touched them. It was coated in some sticky substance you couldn't quite identify. Perhaps it was the wine? That would explain the hangover. You tried to rise from the ground where you were sitting, but an unexpected wave of nausea effectively prevented you from doing so. The acidic taste that filled your mouth was unbearable. Trying to hold back the vomit was uncomfortable, yet effective
You don’t remember drinking.
You weren't sure how much time had passed before you opened your eyes again. You weren't sure when, or if, you'd closed them at all. Your surroundings were still impossible to discern, thanks to the lack of any light sources. Only the red dot continued to burn with determination. This time, you took your time getting up, which turned out to be a good choice. Dizziness still bothered you, and your legs felt like they were made of jelly, but other than that, you felt no major discomfort. You leaned against the wall to keep your balance and, shuffling your feet on the floor, slowly managed to approach your destination. You had to lean forward to get closer to the red dot, and your sluggish mind needed a moment to understand its source.
A camera. Examining it with your hands, you noticed it was bent, as if someone had thrown it. Yet somehow it still worked.
-What the…- you muttered, but the ringing in your ears returned with double the force. -Fuck.
You lost your balance, trying to grab your head without hitting yourself with the camera, which now (probably once again) fell to the ground with a metallic thud. You unconsciously took a few steps back, toward the center of the room. The back of your shoe struck something, but you ignored it, too busy trying to ease the discomfort. After what seemed like an eternity, the pain subsided enough for you to breathe again.
What was going on with you? You've had hangovers in your life before. Bigger or smaller, but never to the point where a simple whisper made you feel as if you had one foot already on the other side.
Another step you took was accompanied by a splash. Your gaze drifted downward. A puddle. Something must have spilled. Not far from you, you saw the outline of something you almost stepped on. Curiosity made you move closer. Before you reached it, your foot encountered another obstacle, this time smaller: a flashlight. A smile spread across your face, feeling that fortune had finally smiled upon you. However, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished just as fast, when after turning it on, a sudden flash blinded you, even though the beam wasn't aimed at you. After being in the dark for so long, you felt as if all your senses were heightened beyond their normal limits. Once again, you wasted time trying to recover.
The flashlight beam was weak and uneven, but enough for things to finally start to take shape. And that's when you saw it.
A body.
Muffled gasp escaped your lips. You didn't realize you'd covered them, leaving a wet trail across your face. Your legs gave out, sending you tumbling just beyond the edge of the bloodshed. As your heartbeat quickened, your lungs began to work even harder, sending you into a state of hyperventilation.
Memories suddenly began to flood your mind. You were out for a walk. Sitting in front of the computer for hours was starting to take its toll on you, and you needed a break. At one point, you were approached by a man claiming to be a fan of your work. He asked if you'd be willing to give him your autograph, explaining that he had a copy of your recent book in his car, which was parked not far from where you were at the time. Despite your name's popularity, people rarely recognized you on the street, so the stranger's request made you excited, and you followed him without hesitation.
And then you got kidnapped.
It turned out the man wasn't alone. Someone grabbed you from behind, covering your face with a cloth soaked in chemicals. You assumed it was chloroform. Your attempt to hold your breath proved ineffective. Ultimately, you lost the fight to stay conscious. Before strength left your limbs, you forced yourself to remember that you'd seen at least three different faces as you were thrown into the back of the vehicle. Fear washed over you like a bucket of cold water. Everything else was a big unknown. A vast void in your memories, between your abduction and waking up in that dark room.
What happened?
With trembling hands, you checked the man's pulse. There was none. The corpse's eyes were wide, as if he hadn't expected death. You forced yourself not to look away, trying to understand how this had happened. The side of his head looked as if he'd been struck aggressively and repeatedly. Studying the corpse's face, you recognized him as your captor.
You felt yourself spiraling into panic again, as questions began to pile up, with no answer to soothe you. Was he murdered by his two accomplices? If so, what was the reason? What role did you play in all of this? Your head swiveled wildly from side to side, trying to grasp something your mind would find useful, or at the very least reassuring.
Doors. You needed to get out.
On still shaky legs, you quickly moved toward the exit, trying to pull the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. Locked. Desperate, you tried to slam your shoulder against it, but it only resulted in pain that spread throughout your body. You groaned in pain, searching for another escape route. There were no windows, but at the other end of the room, you spotted a countertop belonging to a faux kitchen island. Approaching closer, you focused all your attention on trying to find anything usable, but the counter turned out to be completely empty. Walking around it revealed a hand sticking out from behind it.
Another body.
“This is absurd” you thought, restraining yourself from saying it aloud, having learned from your previous mistakes. As you approached, you noticed the stab wounds on the deceased's back and the knife still embedded in his flesh. Blood wasn’t seeping from the wounds anymore, so you assumed he must have been lying there for a while. You crouched down, planning to search his pockets for the keys, but your plans were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming from behind the door. They were incredibly quiet, yet with your heightened senses, you could hear them perfectly.
They were coming for you.
You hid behind the island, turning your flashlight off. Against your better judgment, you pulled the knife out from the corpse lying next to you, silently apologizing to him for doing so. He no longer needed it. But you did.
You held your breath as the door opened with a loud creak. Your ears ached again, but less so than before. Whatever had been making you feel sick seemed to subside. Light from outside flooded in, illuminating the empty space of the room. Instinctively, you curled up to remain invisible to the intruder. You weren't sure who they were, but you consoled yourself with the thought that you had the element of surprise on your side. You didn't have to fight. You just had to get out unnoticed.
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