JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Risotto x Reader: "I'm All Yours"

It seemed to be early in the morning. At least, that's what your body told you, as you tossed and turned, searching for those last few minutes of peaceful slumber. Yet you couldn't remain still for very long; something didn't feel right. You didn't sense the birds chirping outside the window, the bright morning sunlight penetrating through your eyelids. Slowly, you blinked. You gasped as you took in your surroundings.

It was a dim and dank cellar. Barrels of food or wine or something of the sort were strewn against the walls, and at the very center stood a wooden ladder. You scrambled to your feet, your first instinct being to approach the exit. But you gasped as you heard a metallic clang, the pain of a tight restraint boring into your wrists. Your hands were shackled behind your back, and you tugged frantically at the chain attached to the floor. Then your memories came flooding back.

You were just walking down the street: nothing unusual, nothing out of the ordinary. It was late at night, and you were heading home after work as you normally did. Suddenly, a cry split through the air. Though fear permeated your thoughts, your curiosity still drove you to the source of the sound, a dark alleyway just a block down. You peered past the corner.

A pool of crimson blood, slowly expanding, underneath a mangled figure of a woman. A dark form stood over her body, a sharp knife glinting in his hand. Your breaths grew rapid as adrenaline surged through your body. You quickly reached for your phone, and then, a sound. Your keys dangled against your purse, giving off a soft metallic clink. Your blood ran cold.

The tall dark man who had been looming over the body flashed his eyes towards you, and you gasped. The whites of his eyes... They weren't white. They were a deep, shining, obsidian black. His bright red irises pierced through your very soul as you squirmed under his scrutiny. Should you run? Should you fight? Before you could even react, you felt a burning sensation in your core. A faint, shimmering mist cut through the air. Your muscles grew rigid, and you couldn't breathe. A shining figure appeared before your eyes. It was an ethereal being, larger than a mere human, glinting in the dim moonlight as it lunged for the figure before you.

However, its reach was blocked as a sharp blade emerged from the pool of blood on the cobblestone ground beneath you. Your head felt dizzy and your knees week as he smirked and began to approach you. The glowing form that had been protecting you continued to strike, to struggle. You would fight your way out of this situation. That was your only hope.

But then, a wet cloth covering your mouth from behind. A foul smell. Darkness.

And now, you were here.

You heard the faint click of a latch, a figure descended the ladder. The pace of your heart quickened as he jumped, catlike, from the second to last step, and you saw his eyes. Those same piercing crimson eyes. Even looking at them made you tear up. He glowered over you, noticing your frail and defeated form underneath him.

"So you're awake," You snarled, rising to your feet against the chains that tied you to the ground. You knew it had to be a gang, and you knew you had to fight back. It wasn't the smartest course of action, but your instincts to you that you simply couldn't remain quiet.

"Yes," You sneered, "I'm awake. So, if you would kindly let me be on my way." You inched as close to his face as you could, trying your best not to tear up from just looking into those terrifying eyes. "I saw nothing," you conceded. "I have no affiliation with whoever you're after, no information to give you. Let. Me. Go." You punctuated each work by yanking your arms against the restraints, though it came to not avail. Your wrists merely ended up sore and bruised. Then, you gasped, as he tilted your chin up, inspecting your face with his blood red orbs. You grew hot with rage as he spoke.