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Paris Anderson is an ass!!!
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We should talk more about Chuuya and Kenji dynamic
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emilylovescookies · 11 months
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“my friends think I’m invincible"
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kuni-kuun · 7 months
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Kunikida's secret birthday
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moyazaika · 1 year
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mine, and mine only.
yandere! millionaire x gn partner! reader
cw: possessive themes, implied nsfw, gore && violence but it’s not too heavy!! as always, lmk what u think <3
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“gimme a twirl, sweetheart.” your boyfriend hums, rests his chin in the palms of his hands as he gazes at you through golden eyes etched with utter adoration. “w’nna see you from every angle, hm?”
you roll your eyes at his words, even when a breathy laugh punctuates your own. “you’ve already seen that, kenji.”
“only in the dark.” he quips, raises an eyebrow knowingly. “besides, it’s not like you’re always squirming ‘round beneath me or anythin’—”
“fine!!” you cut him off before he can say anything else, try to ignore the way your bodyguards awkwardly avert their gaze. one clears his throat, and you flush. kenji is as unbothered as ever, his attention still solely trained on you.
nevertheless, you oblige his request with a silly little spin on the tips of your toes. your boyfriend’s gaze lingers on your face, a slow smile spreading on his lips when he drops his eyes to the rest of your body, takes you in for everything you are: “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, and all mine.”
there’d been one before him, your ex. but you didn’t need to worry your pretty head about that — kenji had ripped off a finger for all the times he’d tainted you with his dirty touch, pulled out his teeth for all the conversations he’d gotten to share with you.
it was his heart — however, that your boyfriend enjoyed depriving him of most. the heart that had once held a sick semblance of love for you.
that was in the past, though. your ex was long gone, kenji had made sure of that personally. now, it was only you and him, and he intended on it staying that way.
“i gotta be the luckiest bastard in the world to have you all to myself.” he whistles lowly, feels his heart pounding in his chest, as it always does whenever you’re around. and even when you aren’t, because you’re all he ever thinks about. “fuck, baby. c’mere, will you?”
“shut up! you think you’re so slick with your stupid words!” you laugh, feigning indifference at his saccharine words but still stumbling into his outstretched arms as he pulls you onto his lap. “you flatter me way too much, kenny.”
your boyfriend’s a busy man, running the biggest private security agency in asia. his work is the only reason you get to don such pretty silk skirts and rose quartz chokers. well, that - and his insistence for seeing you all dolled up.
but the fact that he’s willing to drop everything he’s doing, just to rush home to you and whisk you away on a spontaneous shopping spree after hearing you felt under the weather?
“that’s my job, babydoll, i’m your boyfriend.” he presses a quick kiss to your jaw, revels in the way you melt into his touch, as he curls an arm around your waist. “besides, can you really blame me when y’look so utterly ravishin’?”
“i hate you.” you grin, loving the literal hearts in his eyes and the absolute care with which he holds you close. “and where did you learn such a big word from, i mean, wow! i look ravishing?” you tease mischievously.
“oh so you hate me?” he asks, chuckling in amusement. “than why’re you in my lap, hm? besides,” he smiles at your expression, presses on with amusement tinging his golden eyes. “that’s not what you were sayin’ last night, when i had you cu—”
“stop!! oh my god!” you exclaim, absolutely mortified at the extent of his shamelessness, covering your flushed face in the palms of your hands and wishing, not for the first time, your boyfriend didn’t insist on having private security with you at all times. “you win, okay? i hate you, kenny.”
“sure you do, baby.” he muses, before he digs his hands into his pockets, leans back and gestures for one of his bodyguards. “hey,” he calls, to one of the five men constantly and dutifully standing to attention with his eyes trained at his feet. the man steps closer, but doesn’t dare raise his gaze lest he accidentally meet yours.
the last time one of kenji’s employees even glanced your way for a mere second, your doting boyfriend had gouged his eyes out. (“let this be a lesson to lower your fuckin’ gaze.”) you were such a pretty thing, he knew that, accepted it for an inevitable fact — but he’d be damned if anybody else was allowed to look at you in the way he did.
“this — and i mean all of it.” kenji makes a vague gesture to the three racks of clothes scattered across the room, of the designer brand store he’d pulled you into. “buy it all in my partner’s size, and have it shipped to our place within a week, alright?”
“kenji.” you blink, watching in stunned silence as your boyfriend hands his bodyguard a glossy black card.
he turns back to you expectantly, raises an eyebrow. “yes, m’love?”
“you do realise that you basically just bought the entire store, right?”
“is there a problem with that?” your boyfriend challenges, knowing damn well what you mean to say.
“i didn’t even try on half of the clothes!” you insist, mild alarm settling in at the shades of indifference in his voice, even after blowing forty million yuan on fancy new clothes for you. “and do you know how overpriced this place is? you just got me a place in paris last week and now this—”
you’re at a loss for words when he merely shrugs, much more interested in playing with the little looped ribbons adorning your hair.
“sweetheart,” kenji hums gently, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses. “what’s mine’s all yours — you know this. what’s the point of all this money, if i can’t spend it on you?” your boyfriend’s lips linger against your skin, “now how about we get home?” he asks breathlessly, “wanna show you just how much y’mean to me.”
“fine.” you pout, giving in because you’ve had this conversation a million times before, and it always ends the same way: with kenji telling you he loves the way his money looks on you, (“you deserve the best, and i wanna be the one to give it to you.”) before ripping said money off you and leaving you bare beneath him. (“see? look at this pretty body, so eager for me, hm?”)
and you were right, this time is no different.
because hours later, he’ll press his chest against yours, out of breath and skin slick with sweat as he feels himself come undone, unravelling in the way only you know how to make him.
“love you s’much, sweetheart,” he’ll confess, like he has millions of times before. he’ll smile against your lips, even when your nails dig into his back, and he’s dizzy with absolute ecstasy. “love you so fuckin’ much, you’ll be the death of me.”
“i know.” you’ll breathe, because you do, with every inch of your being, “i love you too, more than — ah! m-more than you know.”
you don’t know that before he’d brought you home, kenji hadn’t liked the way the cashier had looked at you a moment longer than necessary. he was ready to let it slide, but even when you were on his arm, the cashier had the nerve to wink at you?
you didn’t know that even though you had kenji an absolute mess right now, unable to think of anything except how good you felt beneath him, how pretty the sounds you let out were — he was starting to sober from his high, consider the ways he could approach this new problem of his with.
you didn’t know that after this, he had an urgent matter to care of. one that was currently waiting for him, gagged and bound. one that may or may not have been the cashier from earlier…
but he doesn't need you to know. because he'll take care of it for you.
until then, he’ll kiss your flushed skin wherever he can, have you become a babbling mess at his fingertips. kenji knows it’s wrong, the things he’ll do for you, the lengths he'll go, and the lines he'll cross. but can you really blame him?
he just loves you so much.
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soupysundae · 8 months
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greendy2l · 11 months
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some reverse bbys,,
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sinnabunii · 7 months
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HE SAID THE THING
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MEZASE POKEMON MASTER - FINALE
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ravenclawh0re18 · 1 year
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Juliette: *yawns* Warner: Being that pretty must be so tiring, love. Juliette: Then you must be exhuasted. Kenji: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.
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fyoadore · 1 year
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Using memes to cope with what’s about to come in the next episode 🙃
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elvestoneanzelote1 · 6 months
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Hello Good morning/evening/night! I just stumble across your blog and i love your work •v•
Just wondering have you ever though of platonic yandere bsd with Male child reader who have Makima or even Nayuta personality and ability of controling people because that would be interesting
A:n- ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ.. Bᴜᴛ I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.
Nᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Y/n- your name
Warning: protective, mention of mori.
Y/n is from the agency.
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If one where to describe y/n, they would describe him as the most adorable child from the agency.
You were just 10-12 years old, with a charming innocent smile that melts every agency heart, heck even Kyouka heart as she view you as a younger brother.
Which lead to the question of the suspicion of your ability. The main reason why you are in the agency.
At first Dazai was curious of why a child in the agency maybe, someone brother? He assume but later on he caught up that your ability to control someone movements like a puppet is truly magnificent and dangerous.
He was reminded of Yumeno, the child at the mafia who can mind control others who have hurt him but yours were worse in a way as an unknown force seems to work for your part as it is known as force manipulation.
(I'm not that sure how Makima ability is since I didn't watch Chainsaw man and Some of her ability won't be mention as it is just going to brief one).
The more Dazai pry the more he realise the kid was not an angel but also a very demanding personality.
He realise that the flaw of you that every members on the agency sighed about leading Ranpo and you having childish tanthrums though Ranpo never won as you seems to cry out when he refuse to give you sweets.
"Can't you give me the choco-balls sweets?" You cried as Ranpo gaze away.
"No!"
"Wahhh! Ranpo-san is bad!!!" You cried and run away leaving a guilty Ranpo who later comes to you and handed you the sweets making you hug him happily.
"Ranpo-san is the best"
"Of course I'm! Don't ever forget that" he said proudly as you hug him while chuckling happily. Such a cute child you are.
The worst for Dazai was you love dogs, oh the audacity of you bringing a puppy into the agency hiddenly and it almost bite him!.
"Kunikida-kun! Who brought this monstrous thing!" Shouted Dazai escaping the puppy who seems to want to bite Dazai hand that was wrapped in bandage.
"Mo! Dazai-san" you pouted while holding your puppy who was waving its tail happily making Dazai pout.
"Not fair! You should like cats! Cats are the most adorable thing!"
"So? I like dogs they are cute!"
"So are cat!"
"They are loyal and tamable!"
"Ahhh! Take it away!" Scream Dazai while running away as you hold up your puppy tuning after him to pet it.
It was Fun to watch for Kunikida who first time enjoy Dazai misery
Maybe he will let the puppy come time to time to distract/punish the lazy potato from not doing work.
Well, regardless you were just a child with sweet personality but also a demanding, stubborn personality too.
But the whole agency knows that they would rather hide your ability rather than making the other organisation to target you.
Regardless that even president is like your grandfather or sort whom you cling onto on rare times to get sweets.
Most likely you annoy Ranpo to share his sweets, which leads the chaotic arguments.
But fortunately, Naomi brought two same flavour sweets so that you both won't argue about different sweet flavour which you haven't tasted is eaten by the other or sort.
You do have parents who left you astray but.. They did came to take you one time as you were taken a back.
The elders of the agency said they will speak with them as Naomi, Sakura, Kyouka, Kenji, Jun'churo and Atsushi took you away to play or sort as the others talk with your biological parents.
Well, let's just say you are just a kid, when you hear your parents left without telling you, you refuse to show how heartbroken you were as the agency members try to cheer you up which they succeeded.
You only hope your parents will come back to take you home, since.. Agency is good but you are not a detective and precisely your just 10-12 year old child who misses their parents warmed.
But that is only a hopeful thought as you are unaware that your.. Parents will never visit you ever again.
After all you belong to agency who can protect you, right?
"Don't worry, Y/n-kun we can go to the aquarium alright!" Said Atsushi as he notice your frown which turn to a childish smile.
"Really?"
"Yep!"
"Will the others come too?"
"Hmm? Why not ask them, shall we?" Said Atsushi who was the one succeeding on making you gleam happily.
The agency happily agreed to go.
Let's just say the port mafia were there to and Mori was confused and curious of Why Fukuzawa have a boy with him and why the whole crew of the agency in the aquarium?
Well, he was confused when Elise was the one approach you when you got lost around the aquarium as he approach you both.
"Elise-chan! I told you not to leave my hand!"
"But Rintarou! He is lost!" Said Elise who hold your hand as you were sniffling as Mori approach you.
"Say, aren't you the boy from the agency?"
"You.. Know them?"
"Yes, Do you want to come with us while.. We search of the agency member?"/
"Really?"
"Yes really" said Mori as Elise smile to reassure you and drag you with her as Mori just tag along.
Let's just say the agency were in panic in search of you.
And Ranpo was the one who use his glasses to find out where you were last been. But they found no one making the chaotic drama in the aquarium by the agency asking about your whereabouts to the people.
In suspicion that they might have kidnapped you or sort.
After all, your the most adorable kid, aren't you?
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A:n- that's all good day/night to you all! I hope you have a great day ahead.
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kiqilinn · 9 months
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*giggling intensifies* chapter in 4 days!
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moyazaika · 9 months
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anarchy
yandere (purge au) x gn reader
warnings — blood + gore + weapons, implied gun violence, home invasion, & obsessive themes. implied nsfw w/ more of an open ending.
a/n — commission - hope ya like it nonnie, thanks for letting me post it ♡
i did expand on the genieverse lore in this. see if u can find anything outta place concerning a certain someone mwahaha ++ feedback always appreciated !! love hearing what y'all think !!
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as above, so below — the sky overhead is dark, and utterly starless. heavy clouds gather in the night sky, a storm well on its way.
this is not a test.
something metallic and cold lingers in the air, tense with trepidation. the streets are empty, the sidewalks barren. the suburbs of merit have never been more silent, save for the announcement.
this is your emergency broadcast system, announcing the commencement of the annual purge.
“hey,” your boyfriend pulls you away from the window, towards the lounge. where pillows are scattered across the floor, and blankets are strewn across the room, “you okay, sugar?”
behind you, you’re vaguely aware of the security system red installed kicking in, as a constant, low hum fills the lounge room.
commencing at the siren, any and all crime will be legal for 12 continuous hours.
you nod once, let your eyes fall over the sweet setting you and your boyfriend, red, had worked hard on creating. you try to ignore the gun he’d been cleaning earlier, the padlocks on every door and now — the shutters whirring from the window, blocking the sight you’d been looking out at just a moment prior.
police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until dawn of the new day, when the purge concludes.
you hated this night, but it was only a few hours. you’d made it through three purges before, and you’d do the same this time, too. so you sink into red’s warmth, as he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead, reassures you it’s all going to be okay, you’re safe in here.
he’s going to make sure of that - like he always does. like he has.
blessed be merit, a city reborn.
— but four is an unlucky number for a reason, and three lucky purges is more than enough for the two men that have been playing a game with waning patience, all for the one they claim to love. despite his comforting promises, you feel red’s muscles tense against you for a mere moment, as the announcement reaches its conclusion. something shifts in the air.
may God be with you all.
the announcements cuts off, followed by static, and a moment of tense silence — before the sirens go off and the gunshots follow.
music fills the room as the record player begins to spin, the vinyl some old, romantic melody. red turns to you expectantly, smiling so sweetly that you can’t help but consider his outstretched hands, your fingers curling around his before you can even consider saying no.
“may i have this dance?” it’s a stupid question, considering you’re already on your feet and flush against him, but a welcome distraction from tonight’s grim reality. so you nod once, with a lopsided grin replacing the solemn expression you’d donned only a moment prior.
smile. you’re safe here.
“you absolutely may,” you indulge your boyfriend, who’s hands wasted no time in holding your shoulders, your own arms circling around his waist and pulling him closer. “kind sir.” music fills the space between you, as he leads you in a slow waltz in the lounge, dimly lit by the dozen candles the two of you had lit hours before the announcement. they flicker and rise and fall, casting a warm glow to his seraphic features.
you’re safe. you’ve got him, and he’s got you.
“you know, i— ow!” red scrunches his nose, “why’d you kick me?”
“cuteness aggression. sorry.”
“no, you’re not.” he retorts, making a show of rolling his eyes as he spins you around the room.
“no," you concede. "i’m not.” you let yourself fall into this ignorant fantasy, confine your reality to this room red has you spinning and falling and turning in — you wish for more nights like this, the sweet music lulling your mind.
a false sense of security is still a sense of security, after all. even if, you know deep down, that the music is only on to drown out the screams that pierce the night outside.
you step on his feet more than once, and he loses his footing, stumbling over the blankets and pillows draped on the floor, in a haphazard pillow fort. red watches you with adoration etched in his eyes, and a breathless laugh spills past his lips when you scoff, albeit only to mock him. “what’re you laughing at, red?”
“nothing, baby blue. just can’t believe my luck sometimes.” he says, “you just feel so...” he pauses, as if searching for the right word, before settling on “unreal.”
“oh, yeah?” you hum, hands moving to hold the sides of his face, so that your lips are ghosting his. he closes his eyes with a shuddering breath, but you need a distraction too badly to stop. “tell me more. i love when you flatter me, you know. so how exactly do i make you feel again?”
“fishing for compliments? fine, i'll indulge you,” he laughs, “the love of my life and my one and only.” red leans back, puts distance between the two of you.
it's more space than you’d like, but his words keep your attention away from the purge even if the tantalising promise of his lips and a tryst won’t. “how about i show you,” his lips curl into a smile you know all too well there's no good intentions behind, “just how much i love you.”
you’re seconds away from telling him to keep going, a minute away from asking him to shut up and kiss you, an hour away from falling asleep, or tossing and turning in the dark, at least, in his embrace and waking up to a new day that isn't this one.
but you don’t get to say or do any of those things —
— because there’s a knock at the front door.
almost as if on cue, the sweet music that had been fueling your fantasy of safety and security comes to a crescendo that lingers in the air.
"shit," red wastes no time in slipping out of your arms silently, reaches for the gun you’d eyed earlier. you take tentative steps to the front door, your mind a cacophony of racing thoughts whizzing through all of the ways this night could end, the people who could be behind that door. but the thoughts are nothing compared to your heartbeat, thundering and loud.
it’s only because of red’s familiar presence behind you that your shaking hands manage not to fumble entering the pin to the security system in. the screen beside the door, padlocked and bolted shut, and not the most user friendly when you can’t keep your hands still, takes a moment to connect to the camera outside.
another set of knocks that is just as deliberate, slower this time, and drawn out, as if the visitor already knows they have the house's utmost attention. the sound is hollow and small, like tapping your knuckles against wood, but it echoes off the walls and shakes the house.
you sigh in relief, red letting out a small breath behind you when the screen finally cuts to the display, and the intercom comes to life with a short buzz.
and then your heart sinks.
no.
your breath catches in your throat, and you swear you physically feel your world give way beneath your feet. steady arms hold on to your sides, a palm pressed firmly against your lips when you start hyperventilating.
this doesn’t happen to people like us.
red immediately pulls you back and away from the door. there, on the screen, as the intercom buzzes to life: a man stands at your door, humming a soft tune. dark red hair curls at the base of his brown neck.
he’s smiling beneath the venetian carnival mask he wears, it’s face painted to look like a jester, the lips pulled downward in an eternal, silenced scream. you can’t see it — but you know, be it from the glint of amusement in his dark eyes, or the way your bones ache in trepidation, that he’s smiling.
pleasepleaseplease.
“calm down, baby blue.” red whispers, “focus on me. my voice, okay? turn around, look at me.” you oblige, face him with tears welling up in your eyes. he kisses your nose and lets his hands cup your face, “i’m not going to let anything bad happen to us, okay? i’ve lost you too many times before.”
maybe if you’d been in a better state of mind you would have noticed his strange choice of words, but in this moment all that matters is that you’re safe so long as he’s here and it’s going to be okay.
it’s going to be okay.
“i’ve got you, baby blue.”
he’s got you.
“go upstairs, and lock yourself in our bedroom.“ you nod wordlessly, breathing still too fast and too shallow. “in and out for me. focus, i’ve got you, okay? you’re going to be alright. we can get through this only if you d—”
“can you hear me?”
the music from the lounge is still playing a slow, romantic melody, one that’s interrupted by the intercom buzzing. red pauses, and you notice his eyes flicker to the security screen, but his hands firmly hold your face in place, so your gaze is on him solely.
don’t look, he mouths. but he doesn’t block your ears, and so you listen.
“i assume i’ve got your attention. now,” the intercom emits a constant low buzz that accompanies the visitor's every word. “it’s in your own best interest that you listen very closely to what i’m about to say - tonight is purge night, but i assure you, we don't want to hurt both of you. we only want to take back what's ours.” the man continues, and your gaze stays trained on red’s eyes, which are watching the security feed closely.
“i trust you know the rules to this game by now, red.” a pause, “we’ve played it enough times to now that any resistance is futile. you will always lose.”
a shadow crosses your boyfriend’s face. something in his eyes, something akin to remembrance, and for a moment, you wonder just how the man outside knows your boyfriend’s name.
but the thought disappears as soon as it came, replaced by a cacophony of overwhelming panic and trepidation that clings to your cold, cold body.
“like i said, we don't want to hurt both of you but we’ll have no choice but to bend the rules, and force your hand if you don’t cooperate.” the man says, a note of a smile tinging his words. "if i’m being honest — i really hope you don’t.”
over the static of the intercom, and the catastrophic panic in your mind, the sound of a door creaking open.
“makes what’s about to happen more exciting, right?”
you freeze, and a chill comes over your entire body. “red.” you whisper, voice hoarse and low, fear at the edges of your quivering words, “i think,” your boyfriend meets your wide eyes with fury in his own, “that there’s someone in our home.”
and that’s when you catch a glimpse of the man in the mask waving, just as the intercom cuts off the staticky sound of his low laughter — before the lights go out and you’re plunged into absolute, unrelenting darkness.
what happens next is a blur.
red pushes you away from the front door as something hits it — hard. again and again, gone are the polite knocks from earlier, this is an unrelenting, brute force that is determined to come inside and collect.
run. red yells. fucking run.
you’re stumbling up the stairs and halfway there when red raises his rifle and points it towards the door, just as it finally gives in to the stranger outside.
upstairs, the backup generator has kicked in and light floods the halls once more, granted these ones are coloured a harsh yellow that makes you feel nauseous. you can’t tell if it’s silent or maybe your mind has tuned everything out, and it’s almost as if you’re functioning on autopilot with the way you go to the laundry first, hastily rifle through the basket to look for your old jacket, where one of the pockets holds a taser.
there’s two of them you know of, but there’s always the possibility of more, and you can’t risk being unprepared.
fuck, i can’t find it.
you abandon the pile of messy clothes on the laundry floor, stepping over them to get to your bedroom, your boyfriend’s words echoing through your mind. you remember the padlocks and bolts on the inside of the door, and are just about to step into the dark room when something stands out in the corner of your eye.
there, in the corner, is a figure in the dark. tall, and clothed in the shadows of your room.
your frantic breath practically stills, heart thundering until you swear there’s a constant, deafening ringing in your head. with one shaky hand, you reach for the lights, and in a swift motion, feeling nothing more than like a child about to rip a band-aid off, you flip the switch.
“shit,” you curse under your breath as light from overhead floods the room. you can’t help the sigh of relief that leaves your lips when what you assumed to be a figure standing in your bedroom is nothing more than a coat and a hat on the rack. “stupid, fucking coat.” you curse, stepping through the doorway, to look through your bedside table for the taser. “damn the bloody, fucking—”
“you kiss your boyfriend with that mouth, doll?” a voice from behind you, too close for comfort. immediately, you still, frozen in fear even when the soft sound of footsteps behind you grows closer with each word.
red.
“juuust kidding, m’love.” a breathless laugh, cold fingers brushing the back of your neck. “he’s your ex boyfriend now.”
red.
your mind jumps to your boyfriend, panic making your heart swell. you hope, for his sake and for yours, that he's faring better than you are.
red.
“obviously you don’t need him now that you’ve got us,” your feet are rooted in place, body stiff and despite the cacophony of panic in your head, unable to move at all. “i mean, you have no idea how much i love you. been waiting for this for a lifetime, baby. gonna have to make up for aaaall that lost time, hm?”
“i cannot wait," he muses, and your eyes are desperately scanning the room to look for something, anything you can use to protect yourself if push came to shove, "to finally have you all to myself.”
is this how i die?
“well, not all to myself. but sharing is caring, right?” the man’s fingers trail lower, down your neck, the curve of your spine, before settling firmly on your waist, almost as if he knows what you’re thinking, wants to hold you in place, “now, sweetheart,” he hums, almost in approval, “turn around for me, pretty please?”
"promise i won't hurt you," he says, tone dripping with saccharine. it's at his command do you register your exact situation. this is a man with the strength to break you with a mere flick of his wrist if he is so inclined, a man who has forcefully entered your home on purge night. his honeyed words and sweet promises don’t mean anything, but red does, and maybe if you went along with their whims, red would be spared.
you close your eyes for a second, mutter a prayer to whichever deity may be most merciful, and turn on your heels, slowly but surely.
"theeere you are, honey.”
the first thing you notice is his mask, a replica of the one that the man on the security feed had worn, but where the other man's was a screaming jester, this one is smiling. still the same intricate details and base, but the mask's lips are pulled into a grin painfully wide, eyes the shape of crescents that are lost in silent laughter.
he has dark hair, shorter than the other man's, but neater too, albeit a little tousled. he wears a white shirt, contrasting the black tie hung loosely around his collar. he looks like he just wandered out of a business meeting.
"you're to die for, love, promise we’ll treat you well, so try to relax, yeah? ‘cus right now, you look like,” he tilts his head to the side with an amused glint in his stygian eyes, “you’re scared to death. i mean, ‘s a cute look on you, though, isn’t it?”
you tried to ignore the crimson specks sprayed on his pale neck, focused on his dark eyes, the wandering gaze that lingered on your lips for far too long. he hums, as if in contemplation. "so fuckin' gorgeous, should i just ditch khan? wanna have you all for myself now—”
"kobayashi." a firm, yet uninterested voice at the doorway catches the attention of the man who stands before you.
"hey, relaaax!" the masked man wraps an arm around your shoulders, turns you around so you're facing the doorway to your bedroom, where, you realise, your heart and any hope you had shattering into a million pieces, is the man who'd been knocking at the front door earlier. "i was only joking. they're all yours too," his voice dips an octave, taking on a strange edge to it despite the grin on his lips that doesn’t so much as falter, "so long as you don't get too greedy."
"just bring them downstairs." the one at the door drawls, expression painted into one of indifference, despite his coiled muscles you notice under rolled up sleeved, taut with restraint, and - it dawns on you laughably slow, covered in blood.
red. is red okay? he has to be. he has to be, or i’ll kill them.
"if you hurt red." you manage, despite being tongue tied and lightheaded. both men's attention shifts to you immediately, and you will your voice not to waver or break as you look them in the eyes, beg your knees not to give out. "i'll- i'll kill you."
there's a moment of silence between the three of you, fractured when the man at the door, with the frowning jester mask lets out a low, mocking laugh, stifled by the mask, yet ringing in the room, in your head, nevertheless.
"you hear that, feroze?" the one closer to you mocks with a low whistle, "they'll kill us! ooh, but i'm sooo scared nowww!!"
"how cute." feroze muses, and you know he's smiling beneath that mask again. you feel his hungry gaze all over you as kenji twists your arms around your back, his own fingers curled around your neck, and leads you out of the room and down the stairs, where the romantic music from earlier’s waltz is still playing softly in the background — but it's the silence that scares you most.
you focus on the music, instead.
in the kitchen, over black and white checkered tiles, red is sitting in the midst of his own blood.
he looks dazed, wide eyes watching you being escorted into the room, his reaction comes a little too late. “mmmotherfucking assholes!” he slurs, head lolling to the side, as he struggled to keep himself upright. “let ‘em go! you don’t get to win again.”
“like i said,” feroze drawls, crouching down in front of red, his tone clipped and polite, as if he isn’t covered in your boyfriend's blood, doesn’t enjoy the sight of him half delirious and out of his goddamn mind. “we will always win, red.”
“no.” you breathe, reaching out for red, wanting nothing more than to curl around him, shield him from the two psychopaths who broke into your house — but strong arms wrap themselves around you and pull you away from your poor boyfriend, who only squints up at you from the floor.
“baby bbblue?” red calls, but his eyes don’t seem to be able to focus on you properly. “are…” he shakes his head, blinks slowly, “are you okay?”
even now, he’s worried about you. in that moment, you’re overcome with an overwhelming sense of love for him. this affection only makes the grief and rage sharper, but you physically feel your knees give way, hands shaking at your sides as you let out a small, weak "yes" that comes out more like a whimper.
you want nothing more than to be by his side and safe, dancing the night away like you’d planned to do only minutes ago. that fantasy feels like a lifetime away, in this moment. kenji holds you up, and the feeling of your back flush against his chest makes your skin crawl.
feroze glances back at you, dark gaze unwavering and heavy, before it shifts to meet the man in the mask, the one with the lips stretched wide to an unsettling, inhumane extent. “kenji, you know what to do.” feroze eventually says, and that’s when you notice the pistol in his hands.
oh my god.
kenji brings to fingers to his forehead in a mock salute to his partner, “you got it, boss.”
oh my god. they’re going to kill him.
“y'know, this is gonna fuck them up, and badly.” he adds, but you’re barely listening, can’t hear him over your own mind. “they're so close, but we'd have to start again from square one. how'm i supposed to keep waiting when they're so..."
he’s going to die.
“you’ve got a point,” feroze hums, looks up at kenji. “but you’ve always liked a challenge, right?”
“you got me there,” kenji laughs, and the sound of it is infuriating.
the way the two of them talk like old friends, whilst your boyfriend is bleeding out and dying less than a meter away from you makes you want to rip their hearts out. but the thought doesn’t bring you any solace, because you know there’s nothing in the cavity of their chests anyways, save for rotting bones and black blood.
this can not be happening to us right now.
“i always do. now, get them out of here.” feroze says as he stands, you watch him load the gun in his hand before he aims the pistol point blank at red, all whilst his attention is fixed on you. “poor thing must be exhausted right now.”
it occurs to you that his actions occur if no real thought, but stem from muscle memory. that he has done this so many times, it is now his second nature. to him, red is just another meaningless life to be taken, nothing more, nothing less and the thought of that makes you feel like dousing yourself in gasoline and then lighting a match.
i'm going to murder these fuckers.
“let go of me.” you try bite kenji’s arms, claw at his face in an attempt to escape, but the man holding you back only clicks his tongue, and it’s a fickle attempt granted your nails only scratch the smile on the mask, instead of the skin underneath.
“you know ’m not going to do that, sweetheart.”
do it.
let me go, let him go.
“let me go!” you kick him with one leg, aimlessly thrashing in his arms, strong as steel around you. rage colours the edges of your vision red, and the words that leave your lips aren’t a threat, but a promise. “do it or i’ll kill you!! i'm going to fucking kill you if you don’t let me go.”
red. red. red. red. red. red. red. red. red. red.
“oh yeah? gonna kill me, that so?” kenji mocks your words, turning you around so you’re facing him, his fingers digging into your shoulders, head lowered, body looming over yours so his grinning mask is level with your face. “then do it,“ he says. “i dare you. try kill me, baby. i can’t think of a better way t’go.”
please...
“here’s your chance,” feroze says, placing the gun on the palms of your hands and forcing your fingers over the trigger. he guides your quivering frame forward, gently moves the barrel of the pistol until it’s pressed against kenji’s chest. you feel every breath he takes, the rise and fall of it, against the pistol on your hands. “shoot him here and he’ll die.”
“…or,” feroze, his body behind yours, head lowered to your left shoulder, his hands over yours, moves the gun down. “you could make it hurt, meri jaan. doesn’t he deserve to die painfully?”
he deserves to die painfully, doesn't he? i'll show you painfully.
“come on, m’love.” kenji pulls his mask over his head, and seeing his face, the fact that he’s also a living, breathing person just like you, with pale skin and dark eyes - yet so cruel, so capable of evil, only makes you fall apart even more. “you can do it, right? or you all bark ‘nd no bite, hm?”
you turn to feroze, are about to say something when the syllables die on your tongue. still sitting in a pool of his own blood, red reaches for his rifle, eyes no longer dazed, despite the lethargy his movement is laced with. turning back, and stepping forward, you move the gun down, and kenji arches an eyebrow. feroze sighs from behind you, almost as if disappointed. “i want you to know that was your only chance to kill him.”
liar.
“no,” the pistol feels heavier in your hands than it did moments prior. perhaps because now it is actually weighed down by the burden of what is to be your first, and last, kill. “i-i want to kill the two of you together, and when i do... it’s going to hurt so much more than a single bullet.”
i promise. i swear i'm going to make you pay.
“oh, fuckkk me,” kenji groans, and it’s hard to ignore the utter infatuation in his stygian eyes, his dick straining against the dark dress pants he wears, “feroze, i know i swore not to but i swear it’ll only take me a minute to—”
“fine.” feroze says, moving his mask over his face, his dark red hair tickling the nape of your neck. “but make it quick.”
“so impatient,” kenji counters, stepping closer until the pistol is by your side and kenji’s tilting your chin up with two of his fingers, cocking his head sideway. feroze tenses behind you, as you lean into him. “there’s more than one way to kill a man, m’love — and it hurts more this way, too. you like the sound of that?”
kenji asks, and you nod wordlessly, pray red’s got some plan. “good.” the man breathes, “you really wanna kill me? then kiss me.”
feroze seems to regain his composure. the mean behind you lets his hands settle firmly on your hips, his voice drops to a whisper, "kiss him, and maybe we'll let red go. i've killed him before, this time, let him wallow in his own misery, what do you think, meri jaan?"
"thanks for asking, khan." kenji rolls his eyes, "i, for one, think that's a great idea! you'd like that, right, honey?"
"y-you promise that red won't... you won't hurt him?"
"hurt him? darling, i won't kill him. i don't need to, he'll do that himself." feroze says. you close your eyes when lips brush against your shoulder from behind, and cold hands cup your face in front of you. kenji grins.
"awfully nice of us, right? especially considering you were going to let him kill us just now. but don't worry, m'love, we're not mad."
your eyes snap open, but before you can speak - the back of a gun comes flying at kenji''s head, slamming against him with a sickening sound that's followed by the man groaning. you think it's pain, feel hope simmer in your heart, before you realise feroze is laughing lowly, still holding onto you, and kenji's fingers are curled around it.
it's over. it failed. we failed.
"come on, red." kenji frowns, lowering the gun before red lets it slip out of his hand with a gasp, clearly exhausted due to all the blood loss. "you're as bad as last time, if anything, you're even worse."
i failed you, i'm so sorry.
"shuddup," red slurs, narrows his eyes at kenji before the anger thaws as he turns to you. instantly, you know from the way he almost collapses, barely holding himself up, that this battle is one he's going to lose. if only delaying the inevitable.
before kenji lunges at him and feroze holds you back, whispering sweet nothings as kenji's fists come flying at your boyfriend's face, you get the chance to say goodbye. "i love you, baby blue. it will always be you."
if only this had been the first time.
your eyes flutter open, head pounding, as if you'd cracked your skull open. your cheeks are wet, and when you blink, the tears keep falling.
you can barely stand up, leaning against kenji, who holds you up with his arms, sleeves rolled up, muscles stained with red's blood. every kiss he leaves on your neck is a reminder of your failure to protect the one you love most.
you can't even think straight, lost all rational thought when red stopped fighting back. you think the purge is over, surely it's passed, but time means nothing in a moment like this, where you're hopelessly suspended between this nightmare and whatever the future holds, if there even is one.
gently, feroze places the gun in your hand, presses a kiss to your forehead before placing his hands over yours, guiding your aim towards your boyfriend.
red's skin is painted in his own blood, blood that sticks to his eyelashes as he looks up at you with wide eyes that don't even recognise you anymore.
feroze hums, drawing your attention back towards him, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, knuckles smeared a deep vermillion, lips twisted into a soft smile. "now, meri jaan. you've got two choices. either we show you, and red, just how much we love you first..."
"...or you can have mercy on this bastard," kenji murmurs, watches you with utter adoration etched in his dark gaze. his voice dips lower, sounds more like a promise than any threat. "kill him, and then we fuck you over his dead body - see what i did there?" he grins, and feroze's amusement is a low exhale against your neck. "'s'your call, sweetheart."
"so, what'll it be, hm?"
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