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no im not writing pressure and killer chat crossover headcanons. you are

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I think their date went well ♥︎

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If you want to, headcanons or a fic for a poly relationship between Angel, Ronin, and Reader? Could be getting together, a date night, domestic living, etc. feel free to discard if you don’t want to write this, hope writer’s block ends soon!!!

Celestials call to relax(Ronin x Angel x Reader)

Authors note: Thank you for the request and sorry for disappearing, I won't share as it's a bit personal and currently coping, so I might be a bit slow for fics for a while. Anyway, enjoy my dabble and take time to hydrate and relax. o/

Trigger warnings:

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It's been a few months but after a long while the decision to live together was finally put into place, you live with both an angel and a devil. And in your opinion it wasn’t all bad. 

After your novel was a hit, you no longer had to work as a journalist, able to stay home and write all day long. Typing away at a computer that you met your lovely partners and inspiration. But unluckily for the past few days, you couldn’t write. Nothing was good enough, anything you wrote didn’t click with you. Forcing yourself glued to your desk, only turning away for little things, making a few people a little worried. 

Well, it wasn’t little. 

Along with your chair, you were pulled away from your desk, you looked up from the screen to see him. Ronin, your boyfriend, your housemate. He pulled up his smirk, leaning close to your head. “Y’know darling, rotting here doesn’t seem that fun. Plus, it’s been a few hours and the saint is demanding to see ya.”

“Ronin, you better not be telling lies.” Angel just entered the room, leaning on the door frame. She was crossing her arms. “But he is writing, we have been worried about you.” She got off of the door frame and got closer to you, holding your face. “Take the rest of the day off, and relax with us.” 

“Yeah, Angel took today off, so we can all hang out, mayb-” Ronin was interrupted by Angel giving him a deadpan look. “Alright, alright.” He lifted his hands up, surrendering, “less blood and gore.” He smiled at Angel, draping himself over your chair.

Angel rolled her eyes with an affectionate smile, “I was thinking about a self-care day, maybe you just need to take a break, love. I’m sure we all need it.” 

You sighed, pulling your lips into a small smile, “Sure.”

And just a few hours later, you have a face mask, leaning on Angel as she paints her nails. A show that Angel picked was just playing as background sound. It was soothing. Ronin laid his legs onto top of you as he was on his phone. 

On the coffee table laid, not only had Angel’s skin care supplies but also some food Ronin made for everyone. You looked at Ronin, scrolled on his phone, reading a few things. Angel was next to you, a soft, graceful smile was on her face. Pulling your hand closer to her to paint yours now. You pull your drink close, sipping on it. 

You took a breath, feeling your lips pull into a smile. 

“So,” Angel paused to look at both of you. “What do you think for our next date?”

“Carnival date?” Ronin looks away from his phone, “Make it a cliche date and kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

You snort, “That sounds fun, we can make it a competition to see who wins more games.”

Angel laughed, “Oh, you both are going down.” 

“You’re on.” You smiled. 

“The carnival will be happening next month, so be prepared to lose to the devil.” He smirked.

And soon enough, inspiration came back, you had ideas. Ones that you waited to write the next day. It can wait. You just want to relax here with your partners. After all, it was a day off, and you know Ronin would drag you back to relax.

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Hiii, i just wanted to ask if i can request headcanons for thernin x reader but the reader takes a long time to open up and during the beginning the reader is not talkative at all and is kinda like a calm listener to the both of them bickering but when reader slowly starts to open up, theyre basically just a copy of ronin.

Opening The Pandora's Box

super cool title for super cool headcanons [tik tok smirking emoji]

n e ways (someone spelled anyways like that in my inbox, am i cool and trendy? / hj)

headcanos of thernin x reader with a reader who takes a while to open up and then it turns out that they shouldn't open up are very similar to ronin

At first the two were unsure of how to feel about you, you just were and the uncertainty of what you thought about them was what made them so curious.

Ther found great comfort in your silence and listener-like behaviour, they needed someone who would lend them their ear without igniting their murderous tendencies any further.

Ronin on the other hand tried to break your silence, you were something fresh for him, something he wanted to test and bend in every direction.

When you finally opened up you were met with excitement, teasing and sarcastic complaints from your beloveds.

"As if one Beaufort wasn't enough." Ther would sometimes say while trying to stop themselves from smiling happily.

"Tsk, tsk, to think that you'd be just like me. It's adorable." Ronin would tease you, poke lighthearted fun at you.

pretty short but i didnt know what more to add to the hcs

nate <3

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Pumpkin Praise

Ronin Beaufort x Reader

I fear I've become obsessed with Halloween again y'all 😩

Ronin with a reader who gets frustrated while pumpkin carving, and demolishes the pumpkin 🎃

2.3k words

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He wasn't expecting it at all. One second you're sitting there chopping up a pumpkin, the next you're bashing it in with his crowbar like he would with a human head.

And he's really fucking into it.

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The day started off all normal, and fine. You were nagging him about carving pumpkins even though its late July. He didnt mind, really. If you wanna carved pumpkins? He's gladly up for it. See what kind of knife work you've got.

It was hard to find pumpkins, and he was enjoying watching you get all frazzled about it. He kept poking at you too, making you playfully. Just wanting to see how far he can push it before you do something about it.

Eventually he gets you a pumpkin, and himself one too. Two nice, lopsided pumpkins; ready to be carved up by a killer and his partner.

He sets up the table, a red patterned cloth over it. For someone who claims his favourite colour is white, he sure owns a lot of red.

Ronin sets down a bowl for the pumpkin guts, and a few knives. Not carving knives. Just normal kitchen knives. You know he has pumpkin carving knives. He just wants to see what you'll do.

So, you start.

You cut around the stem. His a perfect size… yours annoyingly not cut deep enough. You have to practically rip the top off, the force from the release making you nearly fall over.

Ronin catches you though, gently, a hand pressed to the curve of your back. He gives a gentle rub, pushing you back up, before making a joke, equating you to a wet spaghetti noodle. You threaten him lightly with the pumpkin covered knife in your hand, but that only serves to make him more annoying.

Seems he was into that.

You groan, returning to your pumpkin to start ripping the guts out. Ronin should really be focusing on his own pumpkin, yet here he is, eyes on you. He wants to see how you'll rip the insides out. Will you be whiny, and squirmy? Or will you do it with confidence, as if the pumpkin had personally hurt you?

You side eye him briefly before sticking your hand in the pumpkin. You flinch at the sensation, but ultimately accept it, and beging ripping seeds, and disgusting stringy orange from the pumpkin. Why hadn't you gotten gloves? Why hadn't he given you gloves? Does he even have gloves?? How does he get away with any of his crimes???

Hes watching you with a spark in his eyes you thought you'd ever see if you killed someone. Its a gaze you've always wanted to have on you. Pure pride, joy, and full attention from your boyfriend. He loves you to death, and gives you lots of attention, sure. But that look? That's something else entirely to you.

He's proud of you.

He wants to see more of this. More of you being ‘grotesque’, as he would put it.

“Yes, baby! Good job! Keep ripping its guts out f'me.” His voice is almost mocking, but there's a clear undertone of pride. He's excited to see some of your rot, even if its just you ruthlessly ripping out pumpkin guts.

You blush lightly, pointing an accusing finger at him, and telling him to go gut his own pumpkin. Telling him you haven't got time for his silliness when there's pumpkins to be carved.

He sticks his tongue at you in response. Something he always does when playing with you. He knows you love his piercing. You practically moan it at him when you kiss. So he makes sure you get lots of good looks at the black ball poised on his tongue.

You're blush darkens a bit at the sight of that stupid ball. At him. His stupid face full of stupid piercings. Stupid him. You love him in all his loser devil boy glory.

He's practically ripping his pumpkin apart beside you. Missing the bowl entirely when tossing the orange guts around. Seeds flying everywhere. He's so cleaning that up later. Its his kitchen anyway, not yours.

Its all fine until a seed slaps you in the face. Then you turn to look at him. It wasn't a mistake. This man just threw a sticky seed at you. You grab a handful of pumpkin guts… then think for a second. Are you really gonna do this?

You look at his dumb face. Those stupid puppy dog eyes. His annoying crooked grin. It falters for just a second as you don't actually throw anything at him.

Hes wondering if that was your limit. If maybe instead of getting violent about your intense emotions, you'll just cry instead. He doesn't outright show it on his face, but he feels a twinge of worry in his chest as he looks at you just holding a hand full of orange mush.

He goes to say something, finally decided he did too much, “Baby-?”

Hes cut off by you finally pelting the pile of mush at him. Right at his face. His attitude changes real quick after that. He starts cackling, throwing his head back, wiping pumpkin off his face, and just fucking laughing.

“Good job, darlin'! You got me good!” He spits out between laughs, taking some of the guts from his face and wiping them on your own.

You giggle a bit too. Quieter, but still enjoying the moment of bliss with the man you love so dearly. You feel his hand on your arm, and a tug. He pulls you into his lap for a moment. You straddling his hips. He holds you there gently by your thighs.

He looks you straight in the eyes, moves a hand up toy your face, and holds it gently. He then outright grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss. Its a bit heated, you can tell he's into how youve been behaving today.

You being less mellowdramatic about everything, and more overtly annoyed? That's everything to him. He wants to see every part of you, even the parts you try to pretend don't exist.

He pulls away from your mouth, a large cheeky grin on his face, “There's still some killer in ya yet. Let's see what you can do, darlin’.”

He pats your thigh, and nudges you to get off his lap. You do so, standing between his spread legs for a moment. You lean down an pop a soft peck against his lips, “Don't think that was enough mess for today, Beaufort?”

He shakes his head, “Haven't seen any blood yet, baby. How ‘bout you suprise me?”

You roll your eyes, returning to your pumpkin. He lets out a fake annoyed huff, sitting upright, and returning to his pumpkin as well. He pulls at the guts like you personally offended him by insinuating you don't want to spill anymore ‘blood’ today.

You opt to ignore the devil's temptations for now.

Finally you both clean out your pumpkins, freeing them from their pesky organs. You set down for a moment, needing a break from all that physical labour. Ronin though? He's already got his knife dug in deep, scary face forming against the orange.

He sticks the knife in easily, as if it were his usual weapon of choice. Its not, but the ease of the blade going through isn't even remotely shocking. Hes strong. You know he is. You've see his muscles up close and personal. His kills too. Takes a lot to bash a crowbar through a body like he does.

All things considered, hes not a precision worker. An artist, sure, but when knifining something up? He just sticks it in, and wings it. Again, its beyond you how he’s still a free man. Especially when his pumpkin is the mess that it is. His cuts are all jagged, and inconsistent.

Oh wait… thats what he was going for. Of course it was. He's trying to carve some messed up face into his pumpkin. How not shocking at all of him. You see the little horns he's carving into it too. That'd almost be cute if it weren't the devil cutting horns into pumpkin flesh.

You wonder if hes imagainng it's real flesh.

You decide to stop thinking about that.

Upon watching Ronin begin to cut into his pumpkin recklessly, you decide instead you'll draw a face on, then follow the guidelines. Like a ‘professional’. Hell, you're picking up his false bravado induced ego. He really is spreading his rot to you. Can't say you hate it.

You go for a design thats definitely too complicated for you. Overconfidence convincing you you're a master artist, or something of the sort.

You make the first incision.

Its wrong. You missed the line entirely.

That's fine.

You can just- fuck. You cut it wrong again.

Okay one more- you just outright stab the pumpkin this time, a frustrated yell leaving your lips.

Ronin looks up at you from his sitting position near his pumpkin. He looks worried for a second, thinking maybe you hurt yourself, before seeing your knife wedged in the pumpkin like you wanted it dead. Then he smirks, big, wide, full teeth, smirking.

You can hear him chuckle under his breath. An astonished, yet excited sound.

You don't look at him. Can't be bothered.

“Ronin?” You grumble his name out.

“Yeah, darlin'?” A playful tone evident in his cadence.

“Get me your crowbar.” You sound on the verge of ending someone's life.

He looks extatic, “Of course. Anything for you, baby.”

As he walks past you, you feel him brush his fingertips across your back. You shiver slightly at the sensation. Turning just as he walks into his bedroom to collect his weapon, now also your weapon of choice.

He returns with a huge, proud, elated grin on his face. You've never seen him so excited for anything before. He comes up behind you, pressing his chest against your back, one hand around your middle, other holding his crowbar, slipping it gently into your waiting hand.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, mouth now near your ear, he whispers, “I'm proud of ya, darnin’. Kill him good. Make his blood cover these red walls. Staining them Halloween orange, with your beautiful hands.”

He then pulls away, letting go of both you, and the crowbar in your hand. Its heavy, it weighs you down for a moment as you try to get a grip on it. He watches you closely, trying to decide if you need help you not. As you pull the crowbar up though, he knows youve got this.

He sits back, and prepares to enjoy the view.

You lift the crowbar up, the metal hurting your unprepared hands. You get a sloppy grip on it, just enough to hold it up. Enough to get what you want done.

You barely lift the crowbar to shoulder height before bringing it down on the pumpkin. Its splits slightly, but nothing more happens. That annoys you, adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins.

Ronin gives you a small proud clap. Telling you you did a good job for your first hit. You, however, think you can do better than that.

You lift the stained crowbar again, higher this time. Its easier. You lift it above your head, and smash it down with as much force as you can muster. The sound is loud. A crash as it smashes through the pumpkin, shaking the table.

That felt good.

Ronin cheers for you.

You do it again. And again. And again.

You keep going until the pumpkin is a pasty mush.

Then you drop the crowbar with a loud thud. Your arms hurt. Your muscles are sore, and strained as the adrenaline weins away.

You nearly fall to the floor alongside the heavy piece of metal, but Ronin catches you. He holds you gently in his arms, rubbing your shoulder softly. Hes trying to comfort you, you think.

He pulls you into his lap, holding you sideways like a princess. He begins whispering sweet words into your ear. Praising you for doing so good. For killing a pumpkin.

He presses kisses to your cheeks, and lips. Loving you gently, knowing how much your body probably hurts from all of that. He shifts his hold on you, moving you so you're straddling his lap again. He begins to slowly rub your back, applying some light pressure to ease the tension.

“You did so good, baby! I'm proud of ya.” He says, grin still plastered on his face, a kiss pressed with love to your lips.

You feel the emotions burning under his skin. He’s happy. He's proud. And he's so fucking into you. Seeing you like this? Like that. With his weapon? Its his own version of heaven. Seeing your rot is holy to him. He wouldn't have you any other way.

He brings you in close, holding you against him a bit more softly now. He gives soft reassurances, gentle comforting words, and more little pecks to your neck, and shoulder.

“Love ya, darlin’. ‘Did so good for your devil.” He mutters against your skin.

You blush again, squeezing him slightly in your tired arms. You dont say anything. He knows you appreciate the praise. He knows you're happy, and safe, and his.

You both spend the next little while like that in each other's arms. Enjoying the calm, and closeness of it all. Feeling how much more bonded you are now, after using his weapon. You truly feel like his. Ruined, rotten, and willing to try something a little bit more if it'll get this kind of reaction out of him again.

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Killer Chat L.I's x Reader after a Nightmare

I wrote these at 3 am after I had a nightmare, went back to sleep and then I fully fleshed it out at like 3 pm in the afternoon

Also I am slowlyyyy trying to work through the requests so sorry if I haven't answered yours yet I just haven't found the right inspo for it yettt

anyways

Content Warning: Mentions of nightmares and mentioned violence

Ronin

Ronin wakes up when you shoot up in bed, chest heaving and eyes teary

He’s tired, he has no clue what the fuck is going on and the last thing he wants to do is to have a conversation with anyone right now but-

He sits up anyways and pulls you closer to him, tucking you under his chin like he’s done it a million times before (he probably has)

“Hey.” He mumbles out and you start breathing again

His hand finds yours and he rubs his thumb against your palm, muttering sweet nothings under his breath while you grapple with the fact that it wasn’t real, that your safe, that this is the real world

Ronin doesn’t ask about the nightmare, not unless you start talking first

He’s had his own share of nightmare in the past and he know how jarring it can be when people ask you to share about it

So instead he offers support in other ways

If you’re crying, he’d wipe your tears and probably try and crack some stupid jokes, just to see you smiling again

If you're dissociating, Ronin will try and ground you by putting his weight on you, slinging a leg on top of you while his arm pulls you impossibly closer and he mumbles about anything he can think about just to snap you out of it

“Ya’ know, I was dreaming that Misaki turned into a turtle ? Yeah, they couldn’t type so she sent a voice message but all we could hear were turtle sounds- Oh hey, you with me now darlin’ ?”

If you want to talk about your nightmare, Ronin will prove himself to be a very good listener, even if the nightmare was something stupid like you being eaten by a giraffe or something, Ronin takes it very seriously

“The giraffe ate you…? Ok, babe, I say we sneak into a zoo, we pelt the giraffe enclosure with eggs- Hey why are you shaking-? You’re laughing, this is serious, come on !”

He’ll stay awake until he’s 100 percent sure you're asleep again

“...Night sweetheart.”

Angel

Angel wakes up when you scream, causing her to scream as well

“WHAT, WHAT- Oh, baby, what’s wrong ?!”

She’s..so confused and slightly stressed because why are you screaming in the middle of the night ?

She’s halfway out of bed to go grab her gun when you grab her night gown and mumble out that you had a nightmare 

“Oh, oh a nightmare, are you ok my love ?”

She’s so sweet, cupping your face, wiping away your tears if you have any

Angel brushes her fingers through your hair while she tries to calm you down

“Do you wanna talk about it ? No ? Wanna cuddle ?”

She’d probably turn on a night light for you so it’s not so dark and scary (this is me projecting my fear of the dark sorry guys)

She makes sure to let you know that she loves you so much and you can tell her anything you want, especially anything about the nightmare but she won’t force you to tell her anything

Probably suggests you both watch something together to take your mind off it

Most of the time you two end up watching movie reviews on youtube while Angel mumbles about the lack of media literacy

Even if your nightmare was ridiculous Angel still sympathizes with you

“So, you’re saying you imagined Luca became a wave and drowned you….That’s not very nice of him, I’ll talk to him about it.”

(Somewhere in the world, Luca sneezed)

If the nightmare included her, she’s quick to remind you that she's here, she’s with you and she’s never letting go ok ?

Even if she has a busy day ahead of her, she’ll stay up with you until you’re alright, no matter what you tell her to do

“I’ll be ok baby, yeah sure I gotta be up in 3 hours, nothing's more important than you ok ?”

She’ll try and help ground you if you’re dissociation by kissing you over and over again until she sees that you’re ok

“Are you sure you’re ok ? Alright then, let’s go back to sleep ‘kay ?”

Misaki

Misaki is a dead sleeper so they only wake up when you try and get out of bed to cry in the bathroom

“Wut….uh, babe ? You ok- Oh my god you’re crying what- What happened ???”

Somehow, even after just waking up Misaki manages to be chaotic as hell

Probably narrowly avoids falling flat on her face when she’s getting out of bed to get to you

The two of you probably end up sitting on the bedroom floor with each other while Misaki is trying to comfort you

“Nightmare ? You had a nightmare ? Oh nooo….baby :(“

Yes Misaki can somehow make the sad face kaomoji in real life, no I’m not elaborating 

Hugs you so tight it’s kinda hard to breathe for a minute before they let go

“I’m here ok, you can let it all out.”

Somehow that sentence make you start to cry again, even harder this time

If you’re looking for distractions after your nightmare, Misaki is the person you should go for

They will do anything in their power to make you forget about the nightmare 

Putting on a puppet show with their plushies to make you laugh ? On it. Rambling about her theories about how cats are definitely just an alien species who somehow crash landed on Earth ? She’s already on the second paragraph on a ten paragraph rant about it

Anything to get you feeling normal and smiling again

If you tell them about your nightmare (especially if it doesn’t make sense) Misaki will help it feel a little less real

“Baby, I’m sure that sharks can’t grow feet. Yeah, if they could, Luca would be dead already ! I’m sure of it.”

(Somewhere in the world, Luca just sneezed. Again)

Misaki will follow you in terms of sleep

If you wanna go back to sleep, they’ll wrap her arms around you and mumble sweet nothings until your breathing levels out

You wanna stay up ? Misaki is already turning on a horror movie that equal parts scary and funny

“You scared me, you know ? Don’t run away next time, just hit me with a pillow or something and I’ll wake up. ‘Cause it’s you.”

V

V is a very light sleeper, so you can bet that he’s already awake and staring at you while your nightmare gets worse and worse

Sometimes he manages to stop it without waking you up by just cuddling you until your entire body relaxes and you’re breathing normally again

Other times…

“..! Sorry dearest, you were having a nightmare, I didn’t want to wake you but I didn’t want you to suffer for much longer.”

He’ll pull you into his lap while comforting you, massaging your palms with his thumbs as a way to ground you to reality

“...Better ? People say nightmares are less scary if you communicate about them with someone…would you like to tell me about it ?”

Listens very dutifully if you do decide to tell him, whether it’s serious or not

In the cases of not so serious nightmares, he does not make you feel insane for being scared, he instead validates you

“..Yes I suppose being chased by Mickey Mouse could be quite terrifying. Yes, I would be scared as well.”

Is so soft with you after the nightmare

Like, stupidly soft

“Would you like some warm milk and honey ? I’ve read that it sometimes helps with nerves. No it’s not trouble, just stay here….You don’t want to be alone ? Well, you can come and sit on the couch while I prepare it.”

(He makes me insane)

Does breathing exercises with you as a way to calm you down

Tries to get you to go back to sleep because “No nightmare should bother your sleeping schedule.” but he will stay up with you if you really can’t go back to sleep

“As your boyfriend, it is my duty to ensure you are safe and comfortable. If that means losing sleep, then I can stand to lose it.”

He’s not that good at distracting you from the nightmare, but he will try and recite poems for you if you’re really out of it.

“...Do you feel better now ? Good, then we should go back to sleep. Goodnight beloved.”

I hate having nightmares bro they r such mood killers

this is me wacking writers block with a stick, lets see if it stays away long enough for me to pump out more fics

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Ther my beloved ‼️

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Ronin x Angel

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Final Killer chat OC design of Ray Zalatoris

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as far as i know, drunk assassination isnt a crime... yet

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Morning Coffee

Mornings tend to be less or more challenging to each of us, but what if you had a partner to start your day with? Come and see how your morning with your favourite serial killers may look like!

A collection of short drabbles staring none other than you x your serial killer of choice (Ronin, Angel, Misaki, V - sorry Feli and Luca lovers I'm still trying to get a hand of them </3)

sweet stuff, maybe name spoilers, game spoilers (def for misaki)

+ bonus hc of their pyjamas at the end of each love interest's drabble based on the things they'd wear posted by rosesort on her tumblr before (ill use pinterest pictures to not hurt y'alls eyes with my shabby art)

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Waking up wasn't easy for you, but you managed to leave bed with no problem and start your day. At least you never had any particular issues with that before you were dating Ronin Beaufort, the most dangerous and apparently clingiest man you ever met.

Seriously, trying to leave bed to get ready for work or just make breakfast was a challenge. Ronin would drop his leg over yours and pull you closer, in the worst stages of "Where do ya think you're goin', darling?" he'll just lay on top of you until either of you gives up, in most cases you if it's not a work day.

This morning wasn't any different. You woke up before Ronin out of the habit you already had, working early shifts fucked with one's sleeping schedule. Fortunately, it was weekend so you didn't have to drag yourself out of bed anytime soon.

You turned to your other side and was met with Ronin who, surprisingly, wasn't asleep. He was resting his chin on his hand and looking at your no-longer-sleeping form. He smirked lazily, pulling your closer to himself with his arm and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Good morning, Ro." You greeted him, while brushing your fingers through his messy hair.

"Mornin'." He murmured, his morning voice raspy.

"Did you sleep well?"

He snorted at your question. "Y'know what? Actually yeah. I slept pretty good."

"Oh? That's new."

He shrugged and raised his head to look at you. "I guess it's what havin' someone huggin' you tightly at night does to ya."

"Maybe that's why I've been sleeping so well ever since we started dating." You replied, a sly smirk spreading on your lips. "Anyway," you said, sitting up, "we should eat something. Unless you want to starve your wonderful partner by forcing them to stay in bed."

Ronin groaned theatrically and got out of the bed, holding out a hand that you accepted and led you to the kitchen.

"Oh my! Are you cooking?" You asked when Ronin opened the fridge and started taking out indigents, putting them on the counter.

"Tsk, you're actin' like I hardly cook around here."

"Fair." You chuckled and rested your chin on your palm. "Still, it's nice of you to make breakfast today."

"Yeah, yeah."

As you watched Ronin make a breakfast for the two of you, you were gifted a cup of coffee made just the way you liked it. It made you smile, maybe it wasn't anything grand but knowing that Ronin remembered your preferences in food and drinks was enough to make your heart melt.

"Here ya go. 's nothing grand, but it's goin' to be good." He said as he placed the plate with your food in front of you.

"You sound full of yourself." You said jokingly.

"Nah. I just know that I'm a great cook, that's all."

You chuckled at his response and thanked him for the meal. The rest of the meal was filled with conversation about your plans for the day.

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Angel words [ 583 ]

You enjoyed mornings, it was rather unusual for your peers, but you had a good reason to feel this way. Mornings were the time for you and your girlfriend, Maria, could spend some time together without worrying about moving your busy schedules or running late.

You slept cuddled up, or in the big spoon small spoon way, Angel always wanted to be the small spoon and you never refused, why wouldn't you want to hug your girlfriend at night?

This morning was just like any other. You were woken up by the sound of Angel's alarm and a kiss on your cheek.

"Good morning, love. It's time to wake up." A sweet, still sleepy, voice reached your ears and you opened your eyes.

"Hi." You murmured and rubbed your eye.

Angel giggled. "Hi, sweetheart." She cupped your face with her hands and placed another kiss on your forehead. "Come on, we should get up now."

"But I don't wanna." You whined.

"I know, but it's already morning and we have jobs to go to." She found your sleepiness adorable and amusing.

Angel sat up, pulling you up by your hands. With no other choice you followed her to the bathroom and let her put a bunny headband on your head. You two had a routine: you got up, went to the bathroom where Angel did yours and hers skincare, you brushed your teeth together while listening to some podcast in the background and after your essentials in the bathroom were done you'd go to the kitchen to eat breakfast. On the days when you didn't shower the evening before because you were tired you'd add a shower right after getting up.

With your skins and teeth taken care of, you two entered the kitchen.

"I'll wash yesterday's dishes, be a sweetheart and cook us something yummy." Maria said and walked over to the kitchen sink.

While she was doing that, you were working on the food, it had to taste and look good, after all it would be posted on Maria de la Rosa's stories right before eating. Pleasing Angel's fans wasn't hard, but you took it upon yourself to promote a healthy and balance diet through her influence, it would also force Angel to mentain a healthy relationship with food too. You killed two birds with one stone the day you suggested posting the meals Angel ate throughout the day on her stories.

You watched as Angel took a picture of the cinnamon porridge with baked bananas and strawberry smoothie you made, and then posting the picture on her story.

"Do you think simply saying good morning will work?' She asked, trying to figure out how to caption her story.

"Add a nickname and an emoji and you're all set to go." You replied, digging your spoon into the porridge.

Angel nodded and you could hear her white nails click against her phone screen, after posting the story Angel put her phone down and looked at you. "Maybe I should take you as a manager? They still didn't find a replacement for Finnian." She said jokingly.

"If it means that I can make sure that you eat well and rest? Sure. Maybe Ronin would approve of that idea." You replied, half jokingly. "But we can talk about work later, you should eat now. We don't have much time left."

Angel giggled at your answer and picked up her smoothie. "You're right. Thank you for the mood, I'm sure it's delicious, as always."

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V words [ 454 ]

You wouldn't exactly call yourself a morning person. You usually woke up around 10 AM or even later, depending on how late you went to sleep. Your boyfriend on the other hand was completely different from you.

Valentin woke up at sunrise, he took his dogs out for a walk during his morning run, then he would return and give food to his dear animals before showering and getting his morning routine done. He'd eat breakfast, something nutritious and rich in flavour to keep his body healthy. Then he would take care of some vigilante work, check his intel, request information on the vile creatures of the criminal world and he would end his murder related time by checking the Slaughterhouse Losers, or just go straight to Misaki's dms since the assassin probably managed to spam their private messages with cat pictures and he just had to see every single one. Only out of respect of course, he would never be excited to see pictures of cats!

This morning was just like that, around 9 AM you opened your eyes and slowly sat up. You stretched a little and got up, putting on your comfy slippers before getting out of the bedroom and making your way to the kitchen. There you were met with V making a delicious smelling breakfast for you, he probably ate already since he was awake for so long.

"Good morning, my dear. You're up earlier than usual." He said when you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Yeah? I didn't realise." You yawned and looked down at the neatly prepared sandwiches. "Oh, this looks nice."

"Yes, you woke up an hour early. I didn't have the time to run your bath yet or make you lunch for work."

"Mm, it's fine. You're not my butler and making my breakfast is enough for me." You gently pinched his cheek. "Seriously, no need to prepare everything for me everyday, just wake me up earlier so I can do more stuff in the morning."

V chuckled. "The last time I tried to wake you up earlier you ended up frowning for an hour."

"Well! Just don't feel pressured to take care of me all the time." You huffed.

"But I like doing all of this for you, you can rest more thanks to my help and that's important to me."

"Ugh! You're too sweet."

V's cheeks turned rosy red and he stuttered. "Ahem." He cleared his throat. "You should take a seat and eat. I'll run your bath quickly."

"Alright, thank you." You sat down and smiled at the neatly looking sandwiches. "This looks delicious, thank you V!"

"No problem. Enjoy your meal, my love."

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Misaki words [ 455 ]

Waking up early definitely wasn't your strong suit, nor was it one for Misaki, your lovable goof of an assassin.

The two of you never woke up early, unless the situation required it - but even then, one of you would end up oversleeping. Maybe it was a sign for you two to stop staying up late and actually sleeping earlier.

No, that wasn't an option.

Luckily the weekend didn't require you or Misaki to get up early, no movie writer or assassin work in the sight and you two could just stay in their trailer snuggled up and asleep.

At least that was the plan before Misaki's phone didn't start practically screaming into your ear.

"Who the fuck is calling me so early." They groaned, leaning over you to grab their phone, the long teal charm attached to it hitting your face.

"Ouch."

"Ack! Sorry babe!"

You just waved your hand at her and sat up. "So, who do we hate today?"

Misaki didn't answer your question, instead they clicked the "accept" button and put the phone to their ear.

"What do you want, surfer boy? What? No, I won't do that. Hell no. Dude it's way too early for that. I don't care that it's noon over here right now. Uh-uh. Wait, what! V did what?! Oh god, okay dude send me a voice message about it. Why? Well I have a cute partner to feed instant ramen, bye!"

"Luca, huh?" You said when they hang up and threw their phone at the other side of the bed.

"Yeah, at least I'll get some juicy drama gossip about V and Ronin from this."

You snorted. "I guess it was worth being woken up then."

Misaki nodded and crawled out of bed. "So, you're up for a cup of ramen?"

"Hell yeah."

While hugging Misaki from behind, you two made your way to the small kitchen located in their cramped trailer and Misaki poured some water into the electric kettle to heat it up. While the water was getting ready, Misaki pulled out two cups of instant noodles and opened them, preparing them just like the instruction said and poured the boiled water over them.

And while she did all of that, you like the most helpful partner just kept your arms wrapped around them, practically falling asleep as you stood in the kitchen with them.

Every chef needs their support! Even if this chef in particular has a tendency to burn water.

With the perfectly unhealthy breakfast ready the two of you sat down in front of Misaki's computed and played a YouTube video about an anime you recently watched together. There couldn't be a better morning than the ones you spent with Misaki.

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i hope that my pyjamas choices are to y'alls liking :D

I didn't have a not-ask-slash-oc fanfic posted here so wahoo!

anyway!

goodnight pookies

nate <3

[vilullabye]

Killer Chat Street Racing AU

I am a avid fast & furious fan and I just watched the F1 movie so I am obsessed with cars and racing for the time being

Also, not claiming to be a car gal nor do I think some of the stuff I'm saying is correct, I am just someone who watches movies and has watch 1 (one) street race

I might re-do this when I think of more stuff to write about, just wanted to get this out before I lost the brain worms

Content Warning: Violent driving (idk man), ooc (maybe)

!! The Killer Chat Love Interests are not Serial Killers in this AU !!

Ronin

Racing Alias : The Devil

“It’s cause I’m a fucking demon on the road darlin’.”

Got into street racing because it’s an adrenaline driven “sport” and he got addicted 

Drives like a fucking insane person, he’s not allowed to drive if there are other people in the car because someone will end up throwing up (it won’t be him) (it might be Misaki)

Out of the group, he’s the one with the most wins under his belt

Has become somewhat of an idol (? depending on who you are) in the street racing community, some people literally beg him to race them 

“Heh, ya’ gonna pay for the repairs on your car if I do race ya’ ?” 

If you’re racing against him, you better turn to your God right now because holy shit-

Don’t race the Devil unless you’re ready for the consequences

He plays dirty, pushing cars into walls, hitting cars from the back, hitting side mirrors

Most races he participates in allows these kind of “tricks” so he gets away with it

“What ? I warned you right, don’t go whining to the ref, they ain’t gonna help you.”

Ronin is a mechanic so you can bet that he modified his own car

Different engine, lighter body, racing tires, you name it, he’s modded it

Spray painted his car, it’s recognizable from a mile away

Most of his winning’s either go to making his car better or he’ll give it away 

“I already have a job, don’t need the extra money.”

Because of his reputation in street racing, he has so many customers who come to him specifically for street racing mods

He’s not exactly strapped for cash

When he races, he plays the most loudest most obnoxious music 

Angel has raced him while he just played “Baby Shark” 10 hour, rock version the whole 3 laps, it was mental torture

If he really wants to focus he’ll just play rock music he can just put in the background (with the added bonus that it makes him look cool as fuck

“Oh, another win, who would’ve guessed ?~”

Angel

Racing Alias: The Heartsick Angel (or Angel for short)

Popular influencer by day, street racer by night, when Angel is racing, you know you’ll be in for a show

“Oh the pink sparks from the car were intentional, I just love the look don’t you ?”

Angel sees street racing as a stress relief from her job and loves doing it 

She’s not in it for the money, just for the thrill and the feeling she gets when she’s cruising in first place

Met Ronin through the street racing scene and brought Feli and Misaki into the life as well

Is a pretty good driver when she’s not racing, second place to V only cause she does tend to make pretty sharp turns when needed (Ronin has been thrown across the back seat more than once because he wasn’t wearing a seat belt)

“Whoops, sorry Ro.” “Nearly died there Princess.”

Don’t underestimate Angel when you’re racing her, her car might be pink and packed to the brim with cute accessories but she drives like a speed-demon

Takes shortcuts you didn’t even know was there, her car engine is so loud that when it sparks it could quite literally deafen you

She isn’t scared to scratch her car when bumping others off the road

Only one person can beat her and it’s Ronin (She lets Misaki and V beat her but they both know she can win if she really wanted too)

If you’re in a race with Angel and 10 other drivers, Angel’s coming out on top every single time

“Good driving out there ! Sorry I sent you spiralling back there, I’ll venmo you the repair costs ?”

She’s also amazing at multi tasking while racing

She’s racing while she’s doing a voiceover for her next video, while she’s also talking to her manager about the next video idea

Once she won a race and didn’t get out of the car for 5 minutes, Misaki went over to check on her and she was just finishing up editing a video for her to post

Her car is modded by Ronin (free of charge even though Angel wanted to pay)

Also designed the inside and outside herself, it’s the most comfortable and aesthetic car you’ll ever see

“What can I say, I like surrounding myself with pretty things when I’m racing, clears my mind.”

Misaki

Racing Alias: Maneki Neko

The most reckless driver on the road (and they’re still better than you)

“It’s all ‘bout taking risks when you're racing you know ? Ain’t winning without risks !”

Isn’t new to the racing scene but is still easing themself into doing it full time 

Misaki does street racing for the money, since in this au none of them are killers

Moved here because of the recent crackdown on Japanese street racing, earns a lot more money since the bets and the prizes here are a whole lot bigger

Angel was the one that introduced her to street racing community and they juggled a job while also street racing at night

Now Misaki just does it full time, multiple races in a night and sleeping (or doing remote part-time jobs) during the day

Also not allowed to drive with other people in the car, Misaki drives with sharp left and rights, V has knocked his head against the ceiling more than once because Misaki didn’t slow down for a bump

“...I will be suing for medical bills if you do not slOW DOWN MISAKI !” “Shit, sorry V.”

Is known to be one of the more straight laced drivers because they don’t resort to tactics like Ronin’s and Angel’s

When racing Misaki you shouldn’t relax just cause she’s behind you, blink and they’re already in front of you

Weaves through the cars like it’s the most normal thing ever, does it with one hand even

Currently battling Ronin for the “most races won” medal (Angel would be second but since she only does it for fun and not full time she’s tied with V)

Sends back the winnings to her parents and only keeps the money they really need for rent and stuff

(Sometimes Ronin and V actually work together to bet on Misaki winning with an insane amount of money and let them win, though this only happens if Misaki has had a losing streak)

Modded their car themself, bit by bit (turned Ronin’s offer down)

Their car is designed with aliens, cats, spray paint, decals, stickers, it’s very chaotic to look at

“Hah ! Add that win to the scoreboard !”

V

Racing Alias: K9

Originally joined street racing to chase down some criminals, now he does it for “research” (fun and cause he made actual friends)

“A race tonight ? I suppose I’ll go, I need to track down someone associated with the host anyways.”

Was originally tracking down Ronin (because of his very vicious driving style and because he has hit pedestrians before) but instead got dragged into racing and hasn’t looked back

Is the only one that everyone fully trusts to drive with others in the car because when he’s driving normally he does follow all the rules to the tee

“...Can’t you go faster-” “The speed limit is 110 mph, I am at 100 mph so I am-” “You literally went 258 mph last night what-?”

Is a bit of an outlier in the street racing community because his car is a lot more fancier and more built for cruising down high street and not for drifting but

“Hm ? I may not do this often but I do know how to race.”

Very scary during the race, due to his down to the second precision when overtaking and cutting

He doesn’t do any crazy tricks, he actually counts on others to do show tricks so he can cut pass them and get to the finish line while they’re showing off

Has won some races but not a lot since (unlike the others) he has an office job to get to in the morning

“No Angel, I cannot race you one more time, I have a meeting at 9 tomorrow morning, do not look at me like that Misaki you are not changing my mind.”

It’s rare to see V actually staying the whole night

More of a newbie than Misaki due to him not actually street racing all the time

Most of his winnings either go to charity or he spends it for the others

Had some other mechanic mod his car, not a lot, just a different engine and custom grip tires

He did not trust Ronin, nor take any of his advice (“I might crash on the street if I let him touch my car.”)

His car is just a sleek black since he does use it for other stuff and not just racing

“Street racing is just a way to build a name for myself in the “crime” world. Nothing else.”

He’s lying through his teeth, I saw him smile after he won a race against Ronin, you are not slick V

I need them in street racing core outfits I need it I need it-

Woo, the demon took over me for a minute sorry

I will be writing a small little drabble soon with the reader being the flag girl (person ? since it'll be GN reader) for a race with all the L.I's

Also in this au Feli is a retired racer who "manages" Luca, who's a newbie to street racing but is winning like crazy

Vince and Ai Hua are the usual "hosts" for the actual races

I hope you guys enojyed reading ! Wrote this pretty late at night so sorry for any spelling mistakes or weird sentences <3

[vilullabye]

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