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this is my KILLER CHAT fanfiction blog!! but before i go into detail, here’s my…

About me!

i am star/starlyte! i am the moderator and writer of this blog. i use he/it pronouns, and i write in my downtime! i love the color purple, video games, and music. i am an adult in college, so my schedule might be a little erratic. now, onto why you’re here:

What I write!

obviously, this blog is about KILLER CHAT, so i will only be writing things for characters from the game. romantically, these include: Ronin, Angel, Misaki, V, Luca, and Felicie. for platonic and familial, everyone is welcome!! i do not write nsfw, but i might write suggestive things from time to time. i mainly write gender neutral and transmale readers. this is not to say i won’t write any other, but that is my area of expertise. my limit on characters in one post is 3. i write headcanons and short one shots.

with that out of the way!

<BOT> [00:05]

Today is not a great day for you. Everything that is on your skin was too much, much too much. Even the air is suffocating you. You just want to be left alone.

When you get home, it's like a weight is off your shoulders. You set your bag down on the floor and go back to your bedroom immediately. Your outside clothes are stripped off your body, uncomfortable and scratchy. It takes a moment for your brain to recognize that you're safe again, and in that moment you have to choose between wearing pajamas and being naked. It's all too much.

Before you realize it, you're laying in bed with the blankets pulled up around your body. You stare at the wall, trying to process everything that happened. The silence is nice, it makes your skin feel less like it's on fire. Even your comfortable blankets aren't doing the trick.

A ping shoots from your desktop, but you don't care enough to do something about it. It's probably Ronin, he knows your schedule. Maybe it's someone else on the server, Misaki asking a random question, or V threatening to leave again. Whatever. They can wait. You're finally getting comfortable.

Nothing good stays forever, though.

You're pulled out of your trance by a click of the lock on your front door. It's quiet, but you can hear everything now. Heavy footsteps come through, the door closes. Unmistakably Ronin. Did you have something planned today?

Against your better judgement, you try to close your eyes and ignore him. Even when he calls out your name, tacking on a Darling at the end. Even when he opens your bedroom door. Even when he snickers at you.

"Aw, is someone tired?" he teases, and you resist reacting as best you can. You can feel his footsteps shake your bed. Ronin grabs your shoulder, and you flinch.

He huffs through his nose. "Someone's touchy." He doesn't let go, much to your chagrin. Instead, Ronin pulls at you, trying to turn you over to face him. You whine, slapping his hand off. "Go away," you mumble, keeping your eyes shut.

"Nah," Ronin says. "You set up the date. Don't want to disappoint you now, do I?" He sits down on your bed in his outside clothes, messing up the safe space you have going on.

You groan, covering your eyes with an arm. "I'm serious, Ro. Not the time."

He goes too far sometimes. He goes too far now. He tries to trap you underneath him, and you freak out. You shove him off your bed immediately. "Ronin, stop," you say firmly, but a shake of fear hits your voice.

Ronin sits up on the floor, looking at you like you did something unusual, until he sees your eyes. They're not the eyes he always sees looking back at him, full of love and life and play. Your eyes now are scared, upset, feeling too much. You scrunch yourself back up into the bed, and he realizes he fucked up.

"Jeez, okay," he says, looking away. Ronin knows he did something wrong, but he can't apologize. He never apologized.

Instead, he stays on the floor, sitting against your bed. He takes his boots off, setting them next to him. He takes off the jacket and puts it on top of his boots.

You both stay as far apart as you can be while still both touching the bed.

It takes Ronin a while before he speaks again. "Do you want to tell me what happened? Or am I supposed to just fuck off?" You purse your lips tightly. He always makes it more difficult than it has to be.

"...Bad day," you mumble, burying yourself further in your blankets. He nods. "Ah."

Silence again. It's so tense here.

Ronin clears his throat. "I'm gonna, uh, go get you some water."

He pushes himself off the floor and leaves the room. You can hear the sound of the water from the faucet. You can hear him looking for a glass in your kitchen.

He's not the worst boyfriend in the world.

<starlytez> [11:02]

Ping!

The sound of a notification shoots through your headphones, interrupting your playlist. You set the bar back onto its resting hooks above you and take a breath for a second, before sliding out from under it.

You lean over your knees and wipe your sweat, then grab your phone. It's Misaki messaging you. She sent a voice message, which means they must be on another assassination. It's early for you, which means it must be late for her. What was she doing assassinating at this hour?

You play the message. "Hey, handsome!" your partner's sweet voice rings through your headphones. "How are you? What's up?" You smile to yourself. She's so silly. Nothing much, you shoot back. At the gym.

It takes a second for them to respond, seeing as they're speaking it. During that time, you take a sip from your water and wipe your forehead. You'd been at the gym for a bit, working on your arms. You had a very specific schedule, just to keep yourself from wiping out your muscles.

Another voice message pops up as you start to stand up. "Yes!" You could practically hear her pumping their fist. Misaki cleared their throat. "Uh- I mean, cool! Yeah, totally cool." Another message comes through, this one with a shorter time stamp.

"Okay, so I'm on a really difficult mission right now-" great start- "and it would totally help me focus if I knew my boyfriend like, had my back."

Another message. "Can you like, send me a picture of your bicep?" Her words jumbled together and came out rushed, but you understand the concept. You shake your head at their antics, but you can't say you don't love it.

Give me a second, you type out. It's not something you typically do, not trying to draw too much attention to yourself or give off the vibe that you're a looks-obsessed asshole. You only do it for your partner's pleasure.

You find a less populated area, off to the side where nobody would see you. You pose your arm up and snap a quick picture before sending it to Misaki.

It takes a while for her to respond. Within that time, you grab your things and leave the gym for your car. You've just sat down when her message comes through. Misaki is practically squealing, you hope she's already finished their job.

When they finally stop to catch a breath, they explain. "Okay, assassination: success! Time to get out of here!" Another message comes through, and you can hear the world moving around her as they speak. "Thank you for the picture, my amazing man! Talk later, when my life isn't on the line!"

You chuckle and shake your head as you start the car. You have the best partner, you think.

<starlytez> [11:13]

Misaki:

Misaki kisses like their life depends on it. They aren't super experienced, but they make up for it with their passion. She holds your face to keep you still.

They normally wear some cheap lip balm with a fun flavor, something like strawberry or vanilla (not mint, Misaki does not like mint.) When they get the chance to get new stuff, she loves to do lip balm flavor guesses, which are definitely not another way to get you to kiss her. Not at all.

Misaki also loves kissing your face all over. They get a lot of cuteness aggression and take it out on you. You should always be on the look out for them to take you by surprise.

V

V rarely kisses straight on. He prefers to kiss your cheek or your hand, always the gentleman. That's not to say he never kisses you on the lips because he does. It's just rare.

When he does kiss you fully, it's gentle. V never pushes you, never asks for more than he's given. You are fully in control of it. If you like having that agency, it's great. If you're waiting for him to kiss you harder, it will not come. He has to be told that's what you want.

V takes very good care of his skin, so of course his lips are soft as well. It's a good experience overall, even if you're expecting something else.

Luca

Luca kisses with life. They are never long, but they feel like light flowing through your body. He kisses you often, whenever he feels like it. He does it every time you meet and when you part.

He's the kind of guy who would pick you up when he kisses you. His hands find any part of you they can. They hold you tight and leave you breathless. Luca's joy flows through him always, and his kisses give that to you.

Luca tastes like sea water most of the time. It's a side effect of his constant surfing. His skin is wet, and yours will be too.

<starlytez> [10:43]

Ronin was normally very good about knowing everything you did. He didn't have his own camera system on you, but he could easily hack your phone if he wanted. Plus, you were kind enough to tell him when you were out.

Ronin knew your schedule front to back. You should be home, doing something chill. He could walk in on that.

What Ronin did not expect to see, after entering your home with the copied key you gave him, was you sitting in front of your mirror, half done up in clown makeup. The apples of your cheeks were brightly colored, your brows were glued flat, and your expression looked like he'd just walked in on you changing.

Ronin stared. He blinked. He stayed uncharacteristically silent until you looked at him. Then he spoke, short and shocked, "Am I interrupting something?"

Then you screamed. Something else Ronin didn't anticipate. You stood up, shoving him out as fast as you could. You slammed the door in his face and locked him out, placing your chair in front of the door.

Ronin was shocked, confused really, and raised his hand to knock at the door to your room when he heard you crying. Shit. "Darlin?" he called out, voice losing its signature edge. "You alright in there?"

You called back, voice shaky and muffled through the wood, "Yeah, I'm- I'm okay. Can you just, like, stay out there for a bit?" Ronin was hesitant, not wanting to leave you on your own like this, but his barging in was what caused it in the first place.

He sits now on your couch, staring at your walls. It's boring without you, he realizes, and he suddenly has a realization that this could be it. Something he very much doesn't want.

Ronin is about to get up, to go get you, when he hears your door open. His head snaps to it like a dog, suddenly aware. You're no longer in your makeup, no longer in something bright and colorful. You're in gym shorts and a t-shirt he lent you. Your eyes are red from crying. You're too quiet.

He lets you speak first. "Hi," you mumble, staring at the ground. "Hey," he says back, quiet in a way you've only heard a few times. Ronin scoots over on the couch, leaving you enough room to sit down without having to be too close to him. You take him up on the opportunity, sinking into the couch without looking at him.

"You weren't supposed to see that," you say. Ronin huffs amusedly, "What? You dressed up like a clown?" You nod. "I know it's weird."

That confuses him more. Ronin reaches out for you slowly, like approaching a scared animal. You lend your hand to him, and he takes it. "That's all?" He says flatly, hoping you could pick up on him being nonjudgmental. "Baby, I'm a killer. You're friends with a bunch of serials. We had our first kiss in Purgatory, remember?"

You pick your head up to look at him fully for the first time tonight. Ronin shakes his head and pulls you into his side, giving you a tight squeeze. "If you think that's enough to send me running, you're more insane than I thought."

You laugh quietly, and it's the best thing he's heard all night. "Now," Ronin says, his teasing edge back in his voice, "What do they call you? Sparkles? FooFoo? BooBoo the fool?" You punch him softly, and Ronin is finally at peace again.

<starlytez> [12:30]

You love crafting, and even that is an understatement. Your room is full of projects, all in different stages of completion. You think you've tried almost everything. Sewing, paper craft, painting, scrapbooking, diamond art, embroidery, and more. Whenever the urge strikes, you craft.

Your friends know this very well. All of them have at least one art piece from you, maybe more. This extends to your new serial friends as well. Angel has a bouquet of red paper roses sitting in a vase, Misaki has a poster print of a work you did of a character they love. V wears a friendship bracelet on his right wrist. Ai Hua and Vince have custom picture frames hanging on their walls. Feli has crocheted crutch covers, and Luca has custom stickers on his water bottle.

Ronin, your boyfriend, has the most of all. He wears pins and custom t-shirts you've sent. He sits with you on a video call while you work on things, always asking questions, occasionally making fun of you. You knit him a beanie, and suddenly he's got a new accessory. Ronin would never say it, but he's honestly impressed. He's never had a creative bone in his body, unless it came to murder.

"Hey, Darling," your boyfriend says, voice raspy over the phone. You're on a video call with him while you work on a new project, making matching keychains for everyone on the server. You'd already finished Angel's and V's, and you're now working on Misaki's. You hum to acknowledge him, but your eyes never leave your work.

"Why do you do all of this? You know, the crafting." You shrug. "'Cause it's fun? I don't know."

Ronin takes the answer. You can hear the chair he's in groan as he leans back. "I guess that can be a reason for someone," he sighs, then refocuses, leaning in on his arms. "Not you, though. You always have a reason."

You roll your eyes. That's Ronin for you. "Well, if you know me so well," you say through gritted teeth, trying to loop a wire, "then tell me what my reason is."

He huffs in amusement, smirking as he thinks aloud. "I think... You need an outlet for something. Be it rage, frustration, sadness, joy. You need an outlet, and instead of taking it out on someone, you craft."

When you stay quiet, Ronin's smile widens "Hit it on the head, didn't I?" he teases. You scoff, "Yeah, totally. You haven't seen it, but I have a doll of you that I stab when I'm mad at you." He throws his head back, cackling for a good minute.

"I don't know why you're laughing," you say, smiling at your work as you hold it up to the light. Misaki's black and white keychain with a qr to their favorite version of My Funny Valentine on the end. "I'm a thousand percent serious." Ronin's laughter quiets down, but his smile never leaves. "Aww, you mean it? You're serious?" he teases, "Darling, you flatter me."

<starlytez> [15:38]

V is your best bet as a harpy. He is very well versed in animals, including birds, so he's honestly probably more comfortable around you. Sometimes he does accidentally forget you're partially human, so you do have to remind him of that.

He's very kind about your features. If you prefer not to leave your home, he'll bring you groceries and items you want so you don't have to order online so much. If you do still go out, he will make sure nobody messes with you. He tells people off often, and he does not mind doing it for you.

V loves sitting outside or on the tops of buildings to watch you fly. He has binoculars specifically for bird watching, so he uses them to watch you. He thinks you're one of the most fascinating things ever, how graceful you are. Even if you swoop down to steal food, he thinks you're beautiful when you do it. Just don't steal from him, please.

It would be so cool if you were a corvid harpy. V would happily give you every shiny thing he could find. He loves watching you come up with creative tools. Genuinely, he thinks he could watch you do anything and be content.

He also loves helping you preen. If you trust him enough to be vulnerable around him, he would be the best person. V is extremely gentle with your feathers, helping straighten them and removing pin feather casings as best he can. Please give him kisses afterward, let him know he did good. If you're able to surround him with your wings, do that.

Big warning, though. V will ask so many questions. He wants to know everything, and if he couldn't figure out that you're a harpy when he was stalking you, then he needs to know now. He asks about your wingspan, how this came to be, how it feels to fly, what genus are you part of, how often you have to file your talons, all of it. He even takes notes in a notepad. He is so silly.

<starlytez> [14:44]

V has no idea how he got in this situation.

He's sitting outside of the dressing rooms of a very pink store, waiting for you to come out. Around him are bags from various other stores you both had gone to earlier, carrying things ranging from clothing to perfume to room decor. All of them in your signature color, pink.

He stares at the ceiling for a while before you come out. You're dressed in one of the cutest outfits he'd ever seen, but that was normal for you. You have the biggest smile on your face as you brush off the clothing and fluff it up. "What do you think?" you ask, doing a little twirl.

Valentin swears he can feel his heart stop momentarily. He returns your smile with one of his own. "You look wonderful, my love." You giggle, waving him off as you revel in the attention.

"Was this your last outfit to try on?" he asks, hoping in his mind that it was. Unfortunately for him, you dash his hopes on the rocks by shaking your head. "Just, like, one more!" V sighs, but somewhere inside he knew it would happen. He ushers you off, and you follow directions back into the changing stall.

V stands there for a moment, wondering what he should do now. He was getting bored of just sitting in one place, but he didn't want to leave you. With a sigh, he wanders off into the main part of the store.

Obnoxious pop music assaults his ears. V has grown somewhat accustomed to it after being with you on several trips, but it doesn't mean he enjoys it any more. It could always be worse, however. He reminds himself of this several times.

V wanders the store, looking at different tops and skirts. The materials ranged from soft to rough to unbearable. He wonders how much is polyester, how much is cotton, and how much is something else. In his opinion, they're drastically overpricing, and he has said this multiple times. You never really cared.

He stands out like a sore thumb in the cutesy, soft store. His clothes are muted and elegant, always ironed and pieced together in the same way every day. He is like a tree in a field of flowers.

The store employees ask him several times if he needs help, trying to steer him this way and that. V politely declines their insistence. He knows the names of every clothing item, every style you like, and what you would and would not wear. Calling him attentive would be an understatement.

At last, you come out of the changing rooms with clothes in your arms. You're paging through the tags, trying to add up the cost in your head. V approaches you and takes the clothes out of your arms gently. "Are you ready to check out, Love?" You frown and look down at your feet.

"I'm not sure about all of them. I think I need to put some back," you say quietly. V hums quietly before taking your face in his hand. "Is it because you don't like them, or is it money?"

You look away, and he chuckles softly. "My love, let me take care of you," he says, almost pleadingly. "If it makes you feel better, you can pay for some of it, but I'm your boyfriend. Let me do this."

You look up at him, eyes wide. "You promise?" He laughs again, nodding. You beam, popping up on your toes to kiss him shortly.

V has no idea how he got in this situation, but he's not sure he wants to be anywhere else.

<starlytez> [10:27]