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angelic-serenade · 4 years

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request: 🌟 Hellou!! I love ur work!! ❤️❤️❤️ Is it possible tó ha e a Alastor and younger(like 4 years younger) reader who have nightmares of his death sonetimes, cause she saw itt Back then, and go to big bother Alastor for comfort? 🦌

requested by: anon

a/n: okay so this was supposed to be a quick one-shot but my hand slipped and I wrote 9500+ words instead. oops. anyway, I hope this meets your expectations, enjoy!

gif, original work and characters do not belong to me

pairing: Alastor x sister! reader

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

warnings: mentions of death, bit of angst, traumatic events, toxic relationship if you squint, Alastor being Alastor but softer for reader

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It never rained down in Hell, no matter how ardently you had sometimes wished to feel the drops pouring down your robes. Even during your longest nights, the ones haunted by nightmares and long-forgotten memories resurfacing at your weakest, it would never rain like it did in those Gothic Novels your darling brother used to read you back in the day: you were no virtuous protagonist and never would the skies cry for your misery. It was probably one of the worst downsides of being stuck in Hell for all eternity: the equally eternal blood red sky forever looming over your head, serving as a reminder of your infernal punishment.

When you'd wake up in the middle of the night, after a particularly vivid nightmare, there was no pouring rain to muffle the sound of your hopeless wailings, no thunder to distract your spinning mind from its panic. Therefore, you found yourself continously seeking comfort from the only person you held dear to your now dead cold heart: Alastor, The Radio Demon, whom you had the privilege to refer to as your darling brother (at least in the privacy of your own bedchamber) - older brother to be precise, even if only by a few years. You had always been extremely fond of your sibiling, looking up to him as a role model - definitely not your wisest decision since it had landed you among the sinners of Hell. That's not to say you had any regrets, Heaven seemed like an awfully dreadful and boring place if you were to be completely honest.

Alastor, on his part, had affectionately doted on you back on the surface, taking his little sweetling under his protective wing as if his sole purpose in life had been to take care of you. As a consequence, on more occasions than you cared to remember, you had felt utterly asphixiated by your brother's undivided attention all your life, and quarrels had been a daily occurrence whenever his protective behavior clashed with your own desire for freedom. Your lovely mother had always been there to try and defuse your heated altercations, the poor woman; your dear brother and you, however, both shared the same stubbornness and desire to prevail on others, so that whenever your strong personalities came to oppose, trouble was always certain to follow suit.

You wished you'd appreciated his concerns more when you had been given the chance. Now in the afterlife, shows of affection were hard to come by. Mayhap that had been the worst punishment inflicted upon you after death: the privilege of having your dear brother by your side without actually being able to cherish and bask in his caring regards. Mayhap the illustrious Dante had been right in his musings all along: the law of retaliation had taken away from you the one thing you had never really appreciated in life, making you realize just how much you had taken for granted. Now that your brother had become Hell's greatest menace, an overlord to make things worse, weakness in any shape or form could and would not be tolerated under any circumstance, for both his and your sake.

Luckily, no demon in the seven circles suspected that the feared Radio Demon had any siblings to begin with, thanks to Alastor's foresight.

Your identity was to be kept secret at all costs in order to avoid undesired repercussions. If anyone were to even suspect you had any kind of connection to the Radio Demon - Alastor had told you - overlords and lesser demons alike would be at your throat in the span of a heartbeat. If given the chance, no enemy of his would ever hesitate to stoop as low as to attack him were it hurt the most, where he was most vulnerable. And that chance, he was not willing to give any time soon. You both had already died once and you were not keen on repeating the experience.

So you had followed his every order ever since your fall into the pits, leading a life death away from your darling brother and his chaotic ways - the one thing he hadn't been able to prevent in life -, keeping a low profile as a common denizen of Hell. Alastor would unsuspiciously check up on you every now and then, but his visits had been as rare as it was to see an angel in Hell - seeing him once a year was truly an unfair torture. Time went by and you grew more and more lonely as you mostly kept to yourself and wasted your days away in a nice apartment away from prying eyes. You were a nobody in Hell, and that was how things were meant to be.

Things changed when Alastor unexpectedly showed up at your doorstep for the second time in a year, blabbering about the newest project he'd involved himself with. His words betrayed unusual enthusiasm, a mood you had learned to be usually spurred on by the prospect of carnage and bloodshed or his precious radio broadcasts. Whenever he came to see you, he always showered you in gifts and praise, but it had been centuries since you had seen your brother so excited over... anything, really. Therefore, witnessing his cheeriness brought a genuine smile on your face. You were a little jealous you weren't the reason why he felt so giddy, but you couldn't complain as spending time with him was the greatest gift you could ever ask for these days. So when he told you you'd be moving into this phantomatic Hazbin Hotel, where he'd be staying for a while as well, you were impossibly ecstatic. Alastor had gently caressed your cheek and, in one of his rare moments of tenderness, softened his voice as if to lull you away:

“My dear, it has always pained me so to leave you here to your lonesome, but I am certain you understand that I always ever meant to protect you from harm.”

Unexpectedly, as most of his actions were, your dear brother spun you around into his arms as if he were coaxing you into a dance - which would probably be the case, knowing him. His words were impossibly haughty now, as if a switch had gone off in his mind:

“But now sweetling, now the time has come to finally put an end to this painful arrangement. You'll be joining me at this whimsical Hazbin Hotel our dear princess is so enthusiastic about!”

You knew better than to question Alastor and his ways, so you simply nodded your approval, glad to finally be able to leave that god forsaken apartment you had been locked in for far more than you cared to admit. And so you moved to the hotel - still keeping your true identity a secret, mind you. You were introduced as one of Alastor's acquantances, much like both Niffty and Husk were. Nobody questioned your unexpected presence and Charlie (much more than everybody else) welcomed you with opened arms into her precious hotel. When you offered to lend a hand with whatever she needed, she was utterly ecstatic. All in all, you were quick to adapt to the new situation.

The new accommodation, however, brought about quite a lot of new issues as well.

Spending so much time with Astor, for one, even if pretending not to be as close as siblings should be, awakened long forgotten memories about your life on Earth, most of which you would have preferred to keep locked away. During your very busy days, you were able to distract yourself from your scattered thoughts and memories; at night, however, your subconscious relentlessly haunted you in the form of nightmares and there was nothing you could really do to prevent it.

It was inevitable that you'd start losing sleep, as the only way to evade the cage that your mind had become was not to sleep at all. Astor had grown increasingly worried about your sleep-deprived state, even if he tried not to show it, masking his concern with his usual smile and charming talks:

“You will chase away any potential patrons looking so disheveled and shabby, my dear. Charlie will surely be heartbroken.”

You wouldn't have put it past him to manipulate you through guilt, but you knew that Alastor was truly worried about your health. His gaze, cryptic to most, felt all too familiar to you, just like the expressiveness of his smile held no secrets from you anymore. Needless to say, as fond of him as you were, you tried to sleep once again.

Then one night everything changed: it had been the worst night of your undead life, and the best one too.

The deafening sound of gunshots had echoed through your unconscious mind, increasingly loud footsteps and dogs barking so loud that you subconsciously jerked in your sleep. A call to your name, desperate, hopeless and scared. You saw him, his beautiful maroon eyes that had once only pooled in fondness for you, now dark and miserable. But they held promise too, a promise to fulfill maybe someday, in another life.

“I'm sorry (Y/N)”

His smile had dropped.

So had you.

You woke up screaming, trashing about in your bed. Sweat clung to your brow, your mind in a frenzied panic searched for something concrete and real to cling to. Was your brother alright? Satan, you hoped so. He had to be, he couldn't leave you again, you had to go to him, to see him, you didn't want to lose him again, you wouldn't bear the pain - you almost tripped in the bedsheets as you scrambled to the door.

When you arrived to Alastor's door, you had yet to calm down. You rapidly knocked on the hard wood, agitation evident in both your jerky movements and shivering hands.

“Alastor, Alastor, please. Open up. It's me” you desperately whispered.

As the door gently opened, your brother stepped into the darkness of the hallway and you unceremoniously flung yourself to him, clinging to his neck as if it were your lifeline. Your tears wet his robes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care enough to apologize. You felt like you had almost lost him again after all those years of seclusion.

But he was alive and he was with you. That's all you could hope for and far more than you thought you deserved.

Alastor uncharacteristically started to pat your head, as if trying to console you even though he had little to no experience in that area. His movements were uncertain, but as you lifted your head from his chest to gaze into his eyes, you realized no words would ever convey as much affection as Alastor's eyes did in that brief moment. His smile never faltered - even if it had become a bit strained - but you hadn't expected it to. It made you smile through your tears, despite yourself. You realized in that moment you'll forever be the only one allowed to touch Alastor without eliciting his wrath. That fact alone enough for you to truly appreciate the amount of control he'd give up in order to comfort you. He gently brought you to his bed and sat you down next to him.

“Are you quite alright sister dear? You know, those awful tears don't suit you at all! I rather much prefer your blinding smile!”

You smiled wider this time, for him, to let him know that you were indeed grateful.

“Oh, now that wasn't so difficult, was it?”

When he kissed your forehead, you almost broke up crying once again: it had been so long since you and your brother had been so close. The gesture warmed your long dead heart and you tried to return the favor by kissing his cheek. Nobody had ever been that intimate with the Radio Demon and lived to tell the tale, but in that moment he was no demon of hell: he was just Alastor, your dear brother who had doted on you in life and kept protecting you in death too - even though his ways weren't the most orthodox.

“I missed you Al. Please, don't ever leave me again.”

“I most certainly shall not, my sweet little darling. It's a promise.”

You were glad he let you stay with him for the rest of the night. No words were needed as he brought you close and took your hands into his. You both laid on the bed, in a rare moment of peace and quiet. It reminded you of your childhood on Earth and how you'd always sneak out of your room during the night to sleep next to him - you had always been afraid of the dark after all. Only in your adulthood had you learned that there are worse things than darkness one should fear.

After eons of suffering and terrible loneliness, everything finally fell into its rightful place.

Alastor was safe and so were you.

That was all that mattered.

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trashyslashers · 5 years

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hiiiii! i hope that i am not disturbing you! i was wondering if you can do trap daddy x fem!s/o who after trials left out of the campfire where all the other survivors are to wandering off into the fog and ended up at the macmillan estate? i'm sorry if this is too much, please ignore if you'd like! stay hydrated!

It came out kinda LONG so I put it under a readmore, here ya go anon. The format got kinda wonky I’m sorry.

��Not much thought was ever given to where you were going when you left the Campfire. When it came to wandering through the woods, neither the direction or how far one chose to go ever mattered; regardless of the variables, sooner or later they would end up back at the fire with the other Survivors. There were rare occasions every now and then where you and some of the others would group up and wander off, ending up somewhere else to scavenge for supplies to entertain yourselves with or to aid you during trials, but aside from that, meandering walks in the woods never led you anywhere else.

At least, you thought that was the case when you’d broken off from the group for a short walk not too long ago. You were tired (as tired as one could get in a place where it seemed like all normal, bodily mechanics were nonexistent) and figured that a quick stroll would clear your mind, but as you walked on and noticed that trees were starting to become sparse and deteriorating remains of brick walls were beginning to take their place, you realized that you’d made a terrible mistake by wandering off on your own.

Of all possible outcomes, the absolute last thing you were expecting from your walk was to end up in the lot of the MacMillan Estate, and the sight itself of the towering Ironworks was enough to unsettle you. You knew that the man whom you almost always were pinned up against in this particular location was an especially brutal and sadistic one, and far more times than you could count you’ve found one of your ankles stuck in the maws of a bear trap that no doubt was placed by him.

Without even meaning to, you began to scan the ground around you in search of the rusted things. The last thing you wanted was to wind up in one outside of a trial where you doubt the Entity would mend your injury, and you knew that the Trapper (a simplistic but very fitting nickname given to him by the other Survivors) took fervent care of them and probably took massive delight in catching you and your friends in them.

Speaking of him, was he even here?

You’ve heard that the Killers had their own Campfire, a fire very similar to the one you and the other Survivors spent a large amount of your free time around, and for a brief second you almost felt relieved as you figured that much like your own circumstances, the Entity probably didn’t allow for the Killers to roam free as they pleased. It was either that, or they tried to avoid the Survivors outside of trials as much as you all tried to avoid them, and you were fine with whatever the truth was.

However, you soon found out that you were incredibly wrong in that assumption when you heard the sharp snap of one of the aforementioned traps being triggered, and you realized that there literally was no reason for the Entity to prevent the Killers from accessing the very places they came from.

If he saw you, someone who most certainly was not supposed to be here, how would he react? Anger, which would most definitely lead to violence? Indifference? Annoyance? Would he just shoo you away, or would he throw you over his shoulder and hang you up like a slab of meat? Questions of the sorts swam through your mind and you figured it was in your best interest to turn around and head back the way you came- only to realize that you couldn’t. The path you had came from was now cut off by one of the towering walls that bordered the estate. You were stuck.

Anxiety fluttered in your stomach as the reality of your situation settled in, but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a small bit curious. Some of the other Survivors always got on your case for it- sometimes your common sense went down the drain and you did something utterly stupid to quell the burning desire to Know Something that stirred up inside of you. This was one of those times, and you thanked your lucky stars that none of the others were around to see your next move.

Swallowing the lump that had welled in your throat, you moved towards the foundry. It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek, would it? To see what was up, what it was like in there outside of trials (unoccupied, you hoped). However you soon realized that it wasn’t unoccupied, because as you neared the building you could hear the grating sound of stone on metal and you figured that he was probably in there, sharpening something- it made sense that he’d spend his time outside of trials doing something of the sort.

With caution, you approached the building.

So engrossed by his task, he failed to notice you as you slowly peered your head around the corner of the door to get a better look at him. Watching him work, in his element, was something else entirely.

God, he was huge. You never truly had the opportunity to take a long look at him given the fact that literally all of your time spent around him was time spent running for your life, but now you could actually take him in fully. Even sitting, parked on one of the large rusty pipes that made up the interior of the building hunched over as he worked on a trap, he dwarfed you. The sheer strength in his body scared you and you realized now that he could probably, very easily, break every bone in your body if he wanted to.

On the ground below him were miscellaneous objects; mostly a few traps (some were set, some seemed busted up, a few seemed to have been triggered which answered your previous question about why on earth you heard one go off- he must’ve been testing them) and surrounding them were various tools, none of which you could identify or name.

Just how long exactly you spent watching him you were unsure of, but you were brought back to reality by something totally unexpected: him speaking to you.

“What d’you want?”

His voice was deep, gruff, and ridden with annoyance and irritation. Exactly as you imagined he’d sound. He didn’t even bother looking up from his work when he spoke- how long had he been aware of your presence?

You knew his question wasn’t a genuine one, rather it was an attempt to just figure out whatever your intention for showing up unannounced may be so he could get you to leave. When he briefly glanced up at you, you got the feeling that he looked you right in the eye and it only worsened the tension you already felt and you could only guess that he wasn’t too pleased with you interrupting him and his work.

You stood there staring at him as it took you a minute to even register that he had, in fact, asked you something.

“I’m sorry?” Your voice was quiet and weak, sounding more timid than you intended and you scolded yourself mentally for it. Your mouth, your voice, felt unable to form proper, coherent sentences, and you felt your face redden with the heat of embarrassment. You couldn’t really blame yourself, though. This was one of the men that has killed you more than a handful of times and you were beyond terrified of him.

He huffed, not even attempting to hide his annoyance with your weak attempt at a response, and didn’t bother looking up from his lap. He remained silent after that for a moment, seemingly completely uninterested in your obviously unwelcome presence.

As much as you didn’t want to speak to him again, you knew it was in your best interest to explain to him what was going on, so taking a deep breath you bit the bullet and spoke.

“I left the Campfire- our, Campfire- and somehow got here. I can’t get back, the way I came was blocked off when I tried, and I… don’t know what to do.” You spoke simply, and you hoped it at least cleared the air somewhat and let him know that you didn’t want to be here anymore than he wanted you to be.

He seemed to take a second to think over what you said, and you felt a small glimmer of hope at the possibility that he may be somewhat merciful and help you leave, but the second he spoke you realized that probably wasn’t going to happen.

“Not my problem.” He said, and the tone of his voice made you realize that perhaps you should’ve tried harder to leave when you first thought of it.

You were about to open your mouth again when he briefly stopped drawing the sharpening stone over a tooth of the trap and while you couldn’t gauge his expression given by the fact that his face was covered by his mask, you could tell by the way he looked up from the tools in his hands that he was staring right at you.

Before he could say something again, you spoke up.

“Look, I can tell that you really dislike the fact that I’m here and I’m not crazy about it either, but I don’t. know how. to get back. If I did, I’d be gone, but I don’t, okay?” You harshly punctuated your words. You knew it wasn’t a smart idea to talk to him like that but it was your turn to get annoyed; you were tired, and the walk you went on was to clear your mind and the fact that you wound up in your current position just made you feel agitated.

You regret it almost immediately though, as the way he sat up fully and cocked his head slightly made you realize that your tone may have pissed him off.

“Y’know, you’re really getting on my nerves, girl. It’s not my problem that you got yourself lost, so I suggest you figure it out yourself and go back to wherever it is you came from, you understand me?” He spat.

The way he stood up and quickly closed the gap between the two of you made you shudder. You barely reached his ribs, and you were beginning to wonder what exactly would happen if a Survivor was killed outside of a trial, as that seemed like the the most probable outcome for the current situation. Your heart pounded in your chest as you just stared up at him, your voice lost.

“If you have nothin’ more to say, then the door is right there. I have work to do and can’t do it with you standing there gapin’ at me.” He made no motion to move as his eyes bore into your own, and he sounded incredibly irritated with you. Fearing what would happen if you angered him anymore than you already had, your breath shook as you slowly turned around and shuffled to the door, half expecting to feel his cleaver meet your back.

Tears welled in your eyes as you walked away from the foundry; you were terrified and so, so confused. You hadn’t idea how you were supposed to get back because as expected, the spots along the wall where the gates usually manifested were still nothing but solid brick. You realized that you were going to be hanging around for much longer than you wanted to, so you found a small nook within some of the old walls that were still standing around the yard and sat down, hugging your knees to your chest as tears fell from your eyes.

Hopefully, the Entity would realize the mistake that occurred and would correct it soon. It had to, right? Didn’t it have like, an omniscient presence or something? Surely it knew what was going on, but as time went on and no sign of any exit showed your hope dwindled and your fear of what the Trapper would do to you if he found out that you were still trespassing only grew.

Though it could’ve been anywhere from a few minutes to an hour, you had no idea how much time had passed when you heard the sound of heavy footfalls coming closer. Not wanting to anger him anymore than you already had, you wedged yourself as far back into the corner as you could, trying to make yourself as small and as inconspicuous as possible in the hope that he’d pass right on by.

It didn’t work.

He didn’t say anything when he found you, instead he just… loomed over you. To your relief though, judging from his stance he didn’t seem as irritated or annoyed as he did before but you still worried about what he might do considering you didn’t leave after he explicitly told you to do so.

He didn’t speak as he stood towering over your seated form, and you took that as an opportunity to gesture wildly, pointing rather aggressively towards the nonexistent exit and mumbling “See?”. You hadn’t any idea what else to do. He told you to sort it out yourself, but you literally couldn’t, and you only hoped he would realize that you weren’t still here by your own free will.

“Come on, get up.” He spoke with a sigh, catching you off guard. You looked up at him, your expression nothing short of bewildered as he motioned for you to stand and although you were incredibly reluctant to do so, you did as you were told.

“Thought you wanted me gone.” You said with a quiet sniff. You were half expecting him to respond with some harsh retort per the norm but his response of “Obviously that’s not happening, is it.” suit you fine as he turned and headed back towards the foundry, and you thought that just maybe, he’d had a change of heart.

Once in the doorway, you noted that he did indeed seem considerably less irritated with you than before, and you also realized that the majority of the traps on the ground were now fixed up and looking as sharp, literally, as ever.

“Sorry, again. Don’t mean to be getting in your way.” You said, your voice not much louder than a mumble, and his reply of telling you that you weren’t caught you greatly off guard as he had told you just before that you indeed were.

“I realize now I was too hard on you earlier, it wasn’t necessary of me,” He said as he returned to his previous seat before continuing. “I’ll tell you what- if you can keep quiet and not bother me while I get this mess sorted,” he loosely gestured to the remainder of the busted traps, “then I don’t really care if you stay here ‘till you get your mess sorted. Just keep quiet, got it?”

His change of heart was unexpected, but you were relieved to see that he wasn’t a completely disobliging guy once he had time to think. Once you nodded your head in agreement, he was back at it, fixing up and repairing his work and not bothering to respond to you.

Thankfully, it doesn’t last long as eventually the Entity seemed to have realized it screwed up, and from your spot you could see that the gap in the walls along the outskirts of the estate returned to its rightful spot and you couldn’t help but sigh heavily with relief.

The Trapper didn’t even bother to look up from his work as you stood up from your spot on the stairs and made your way to the door once again. Glancing briefly over your shoulder you debated on if you should even say anything since he specifically instructed you not to, but you took a breath and gave a quiet “Thanks”, as you felt that he should know you weren’t the least bit ungrateful for his mercy.

His only response to your gratitude was a hum of acknowledgement and a slight nod of his head. As relieved as you were that the simultaneously awkward yet frightening encounter was over, you couldn’t help but feel oddly lucky that you got to see a different side of him.

#i feel like this came out a bit... rough but not too bad #it was fun to write though #im still trying to develop my own way to write for evan so i apologize if his dialogue is odd #i like to think of evan as being more cold/apathetic initially than just being a brute constantly #feedback is welcome #request #DBD #dbd headcanons #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight headcanons #the trapper

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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About that NDRV3 couples in distress fill, could I request them finding out why they were kidnapped? I'm just kinda curious. (Could be as dark or petty as you want)

I decided to do a good mixbetween petty and dark, I hope you like it! This Request is referencing aprevious imagine I’ve done, found HERE! | Some Sexual Themes in Korekiyo’s part!

V3Boys & Fem!S/O Finding Out Why They’re In a Couples in Distress Situation!

Saihara Shuichi

As Saihara flailed against the gags and did everything in hispower to fight back against the handcuffs, his mind went into an overdrive andwas racing with thoughts of how they would escape.

He’s seen situations like this while working as a Detective, andhe knows how they end… it’s usually not very good.

However, Saihara also knows that the perpetrator normally has amotivating factor that drove them to commit such a heinous act - it isn’tusually random.

His eyes were darting around the room, desperately trying to finda way out of your situation. Even if they took his life, he just wanted them tospare you.

The tall person who broke into your home and abducted you strolledback into the small room, twirling a loaded weapon around in their fingersnonchalantly. Your boyfriend didn’t give up his fight, even after they returnedwith the sinister look on their face.

Leaning forward, he pulls the gag out of Saihara’s mouth andSaihara let out a loud, ear piercing scream. Not long afterwards, they pressedthe gun against his chest and cocked it back.

This caused him to shut his mouth immediately, the air gettingtrapped in his throat. A sick smile formed on their lips as they chuckled athis reaction, as if it were amusing.

Having a gun against your lover’s chest was a sight you couldn’tstand, causing the tears to flow even harder. You screamed against the gagplaced in your mouth, fearing that you would be next.

But… no, their eyes were locked on Saihara. And that’s when theyfinally spoke. “I bet you’re wondering why you’re here… and I bet youdon’t remember me, either… right, Shuichi?”

The sound of his own name caused Saihara’s face to flush. He knewthat they had to have a personal vendetta against him! As they continued, youfelt your heart sink. “I escaped from prison, and you’re the one who locked me up!” Youcould hear the hatred in their voice.

Whoever this was, they were out for revenge, and you knew theywould get it no matter what the cost. You could see the fear in Saihara’s eyesas they spoke and he realized just how bleak your situation was, after all.

Ouma Kokichi

While waiting for any sign of help to arrive, Ouma continuedthrashing against his binds. You’ve never seen him this scared in his life,although you couldn’t get a good view of his face since you were currently tied backto back.

Eventually, your intruder got tired of his childlike tantrum andsnapped. They’ve already kicked Ouma around and left some pretty sizablebruises and marks all over his smaller body.

But, as stubborn as he is, your boyfriend just won’t give up thefight. They were tired of his behavior and untied you, shoving Ouma to theground and resting one foot on his chest. “What the fuck is it Kokichi?”

You saw your boyfriend raise a brow and they hovered over him,removing his gag and getting in his face. He looked genuinely shocked, notexpecting them to know who he was.

“You know my name?” He asks innocently, a tiny grin forming onyour lips. Your heart sank because you knew that this was no time for fun andgames, and you hoped that Ouma had enough sense to know that this isn’t thetime or place to joke around with whoever this person is.

“You don’t remember me?!” They sounded angry, and all Ouma coulddo was shrug his shoulders. This caused him to receive a pretty devastatingblow to his chin, blood trickling out his nose afterwards. You wished that hewould just give it up and drop his smart-ass attitude for once.

You had the sinking feeling that this person was somehow relatedto DICE but didn’t say anything since you didn’t want to alarm Ouma; but itappears as though your suspicions were correct.

“I used to work for DICE until I realized how much of afucked up person you were, Kokichi, and I want to put a stop to you.”

He didn’t seem impressed and instead pestered them byasking, “Oh, yeah? And how do you plan to do that?” You whined againstyour gag, signalling for him to drop it.

They finally pulled down the mask and revealed their face, and aspark seemed to dance across Ouma’s face as he finally made the connectionbetween their face and voice. You’ve never seen this person in your life, but your boyfriend clearly knew who they were.

And they rambled on about how terrible DICE was and how the worlddidn’t need ‘scum’ like Ouma. It hurt to hear them talk about him like that, but he clearly wasn’t fazed.

Help had to arrive soon, didn’t it? It just… had to. That’s whatyou told yourself at least, but things were starting to look even more grim astime passed.

Rantaro Amami

All you wanted to do was enjoy your peaceful day together, and younever expected something like this would ever happen. You were good people sowhy would someone have a vendetta against you?

Rantaro tried smooth-talking his way out of it, but your captorwasn’t paying any attention. People generally can’t resist Rantaro’s charm sothis was a bit of a shock, but he wasn’t disheartened.

The more he spoke, the more agitated they seemed. You eventuallytried to gesture with your body for him to cut it out, but he didn’t seem tonotice. “I’m not sure what you want with us… but we’re good people,please just let us go. We won’t tell anyone.” He hums with a soft, reassuringsmile.

Eventually, your stubborn intruder got tired of Rantaro trying tofinesse his way out of the situation. “Shut up! You know exactly why I’m here!”

But a look of confusion danced across your boyfriend’s face and heshook his head, insisting that he had no idea what they were talking about.You, too, were confused but weren’t nearly as direct as he was.

“You stole my wallet and my keys, and I want them back! I trackedyour car, don’t try to tell me that wasn’t you!” They seemed visibly upset now,frantic and panicky. It was becoming increasingly apparent that this persondidn’t want to break-in and hold you hostage at all, they just sounded desperate.

“No… that wasn’t us, this is a misunderstanding and you have thewrong people. We’ve been home all day.” Rantaro says calmly, which istrue. “Today is one of the only off-days we’ve had and we wanted to spendit in a peaceful way, we’re still in our pajamas!” He adds, his eyes fallingdown to his loose, warm pants.

A confused look flashed across their face, almost as if theydidn’t believe him. Although they tried to insist that he was lying, Rantaroallowed them to go through your belongings to look for their ‘missing’items.

Needless to say, they untied your restraints and apologized afterthey came up short, begging you not to press charges. As they exited the housein a hurry, you heard them mutter something about “Finding the rightpeople and making them pay.”

With an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you picked up yourcell-phone after brushing yourself off and let out a sigh of relief, butyou could tell that that person was pretty unstable and worried that they wouldhurt someone. “I’m going to call the police before they get the chance to dothat.” Rantaro nods as he collapses on the bed from exhaustion, “Good idea.”

Kiibo

Everything started to feel rather grim. As much as Kiibo fought against your captor’s restraints, nothingworked. No matter what he said or did, they gave him the cold shoulder andstarted to give you both the silent treatment.

Their silence only disturbed you and made you fear that they woulddo something awful, and soon. Kiibo seemed to be on the same wavelength. You were gagged and separated, so all you could do was look at one another, but you could tell he was feeling burned out.

Suddenly, your captor reentered the room and started to approach you specifically. Your mind started racing and you feared the absolute worst, as Kiibo flailed against his binds.

This seem to startle the intruder, who cautiously turned to observe Kiibo with wide eyes.

Then, they leaned forward and got in your face, but instead of sayingsomething hurtful or malicious, they surprised you. “Why are you with him?Do you need help?” They asked as they began untying your restraints and removed the gag so you could speak. To your surprise, they sounded genuine and concerned.

This completely caught you off-guard and caused you to furrow youreyebrows. “Excuse me?” You had absolutely no idea what they could be talking about.

“I mean… he’s dangerous, isn’t he?” That’s when you started to put the pieces together, and knowing that they weren’t talking loudly enough for Kiibo to hear, you gave them a stern look. “You’re joking.”

No, they were being completely serious and started rambling on about how he must have been designed with evil intentions, and that Robots like that are soon going to ‘take over the world.’

“He’s not a killing machine! He would never hurt a soul!” You raise your voice, catching your boyfriend’s attention. “And I love him, his existence is none of your business.”

After getting into a heated argument, they realized their mistake and started to back out of the home after you sat and explained to them that you were dating and Kiibo had no malicious intentions.

Regardless, this person seemed to be a bit unstable mentally, so you couldn’t judge them too harshly. After they inevitably flee your home, you untie Kiibo and help put him back together as you explain their intentions.

“Another delusional Robophobe,” he mutters as he rolls his eyes.

Kaito Momota

Kaito continued raising Hell, but he was starting to feelextremely discouraged. You weren’t used to seeing your boyfriend this let down, though.As much as he wanted to fight, his strength was starting to leave him.

He tried his best to stay positive for you, but Kaito wasbeginning to feel drained and tired. You’ve been tied up and held hostage forhours now and it was beginning to feel like help would never come.

That temper is exactly what got the best of him. Everytime your intruder came back into the room, Kaito would erupt in a burst ofenergy and adrenaline.

They waltzed over to the Astronaut and gave him a rather sinisterlook. “Be careful, Kaito, that temper is what got you into this mess.”

And that sentence is what really threw him for a loop. Confused,he stared at them in wonder and questioned, “What the Hell do you mean?Who even are you?”

He seemed so genuine and you could tell that he was being serious,but your captor wasn’t as amused. They pulled down their mask to reveal theirface, which was a rather bold move in your eyes. “Do you know who I amnow?” The first thing you noticed was a large bruise around their eye andcheek. Still, Kaito shook his head. “…No. Am I supposed to?”

That sent them into an angry frenzy, as if they couldn’tbelieve that he had no idea who they were. It was a little bit alarming and youwere terrified that they would hurt Kaito, but he tried to stay relatively calmin comparison to how he’s been acting. By now, he just wanted answers.

Then, your intruder started to reminisce. “A fewnights ago, we met at a restaurant and got in an argument… does that ring any bells?” Kaito may not have remembered, but you certainly did.

You two had gone out on a date-night over the weekend and he gotinto a fairly heated argument with someone sitting in the table across fromyou. Kaito ended up losing it, resulting in both of you getting kicked out.That’s when you connected the dots and couldn’t help but to roll your eyes.

“You punched me in the face!” They boomed, and it seemed tofinally click. A sarcastic grin appeared on your boyfriend’s face, “Oh,yeah! Sorry about that. But… is that really why you kidnapped us? Can’t wejust kiss and make up?”

Now wasn’t the time for jokes, though, and they didn’t seem toappreciate Kaito’s humor. Still, you wondered how they found where youlived.

The realization of why you were in this mess settled his nerves abit and he no longer believed you were in any immediate danger. Now, Kaito wasjust annoyed and itching to leave.

Maybe if he annoyed them enough, they’d just let him go.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Korekiyo has always been very open with his sexuality, even aroundstrangers. He might be a little bit too open, as he soon realizes.

He stayed relatively calm despite your intense situation, trying to reason with the intruder and wrestle some answers out of them.

And he watched intently as they readjusted both yours and his ties multiple times, switching positions as you might do in foreplay. This caused Korekiyo to furrow his brows out of curiosity, wondering if this person was all there mentally.

They had a weapon but only used it for threats, but by now you could tell that they didn’t have any really evil intentions. If anything, they seemed shaky and nervous, their voice quivered multiple times.

Eventually, Korekiyo’s smooth demeanor caused them to open up. He spits out the ball gag and asks, “Why are you doing this? We’ve never seen you before… why us?”

His voice sounded serene and calming, but you knew him better than that. Based on his eyes alone, you could tell that your boyfriend was genuinely concerned and fearful.

“W-well,” they started off, “I thought this is what you were supposed to do.” That wasn’t the answer you were really expecting, and Korekiyo pushes further. “What do you mean?” Your captor didn’t seem too violent by any means, and now they sounded a bit uncertain, as if they were regretting putting you two into this convoluted situation.

“Well, I’ve always been interested in bondage and-”

Korekiyo cut him off, his ears perking up at that sentence. The further he digs for answers, the sooner he realized what was going on. Apparently, your intruder had a minor mutual friend who was into the same things as your boyfriend and advised them to talk to Korekiyo about where to start.

Obviously, they took things in the wrong direction. “This isn’t how you open others up to bondage, it has to be consensual and everyone involved has to know what is happening. You also have to use safe-words.”

You couldn’t believe it - he was giving a bondage lesson to this person as they started to untie you both, listening intently. “But I thought you were into this…”

Everything was just a misunderstanding, and after clearing it all up and giving them a brief rundown on how to go about these things, they were on their way. This is the kind of thing that would only happen to Korekiyo.

Gonta Gokuhara

Youfeel bad for Gonta in this situation since you can tell that he’s confused andunsure of what to do.

He was begging your intruder to let you go, insisting that this isn’t what a good person would do and that he was a Gentleman, he’s done nothing wrong and didn’t deserve this! It broke your heart because you’ve never seen him in this much distress before.

They clearly weren’t paying much attention to the large man. Gonta was trying his best to keep you motivated and just wanted to protect you above all else, begging them to leave you alone and if they wanted to hurt someone, they could take out their aggression on him.

When they came back into the room and took the gag out of Gonta’s mouth, heimmediately burst into a hysterical fit of questions as the tears of terrorstreamed down his face. “Why you here? Why are you doing this?!”

All your captor did was snicker with a chilling grin on their face. “Why not?” Their response caused goosebumps to rise on your skin as you realized just how serious this situation was.

After being tied up for a few hours, they got tired of rummaging through your belongings and started to pack their bags. Returning to the room where you were being held hostage, they double check that you can’t escape just as Gonta snaps.

“This isn’t what a Gentleman does!” As if on cue, they give him one last chilling stare before walking towards the exit of your home, “Well, I’m not a good person.”

It was a typical home invasion where they burglarized your home, probably not expecting you to be there and tied both you and Gonta up so they could more easily get the job done. After they left, it took several minutes for him to break his ties, then he gently helped release you.

After a brief sweep through your home, you took note of everything that was stolen and reported it to the police, who couldn’t do much since they wore a mask and you never saw their face.

Regardless, you and Gonta were just thankful that they didn’t harm you. Items can be replaced, lives can’t; you were relieved that you were both safe in the end, with just a bit of an emotional scar as a result.

Ryoma Hoshi

You didn’t know a lot about Ryoma’s past since he doesn’t likeopening up about it and you were never one to really force him to talk.

He was fierce and didn’t take your situation lightly,continuing to insult your capture and spew empty threats. Of course, theyweren’t too intimidated by him but he tried.

Any time they got close to you, he would grow even more antsy andangry, and that adrenaline is what kept him going. Eventually, they got sickand tired, pulling out a weapon and pointed it directly at Ryoma.

You screamed against your binds as they leaned in closer to untiehim, still keeping the weapon pointed at him the entire time. All you could dowas sit and watch helplessly, unable to move or help in any way.

He watched silently as they started to grill him. “Nice tosee you again, Ryoma.” That sentence caused chills to rise on your skin as yourealized that this wasn’t just a random break-in, but they planned this. Itmade your situation even more dire and you feared that this had something to dowith the past he refused to tell you about.

And you could tell that he knew more than he was letting on, as hegreeted them and carefully kept his eye on your captor. “Why are youhere?” He asks coldly.

“Oh, I think you know why.” Ryoma hangs his head and nods,admitting that he did, in fact, know. And now, you were feeling completely outof the loop and perplexed as to what was going on.

“Please, just leave us alone. That happened years ago.”

Still confused, the reality was definitely not something you wereprepared for. “When you get wrapped up in the Mafia and kill one of ourmembers, that isn’t something we can just… take lightly, Ryoma.” Their voicesounded almost like a hiss as he grits his teeth and stares at them angrily.

“Then just take me, and let her go,” he gestures towards you, “Shehas nothing to do with this. I never even told her about my past.”

A look of sorrow appeared on their face momentarily and theirhands faltered, but they hardened and went back to the same mannerisms almostinstantly. There was only a brief moment of weakness.

“Well, she knows now, so I can’t let her go anymore.” A sighescaped Ryoma’s lips as he apologized to you, a look of shame appearing on his face and his eyes growingglassy from the tears.

Your own lids started feeling heavy as you realized that you maynot get out of this situation, and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly to blinkaway your own, helpless tears.

- Mod Rantaro

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