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Ren 🩸

REN 14 dwy FANART♡♡

Hi guys, I was playing this game when i remembered: Woah, I can draw!

AND since I am truly in love with this man...........

TADAAAAAAAHHHH 💕🥳😭

Taken (Part 2/5)

Sorry if Ren is ooc, the characters and above image belong to @14dayswithyou

Summary: Angel deals with the aftermath of their realization

2.4k words

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

*Beep*               *Beep*                *Beep*                *Beep*                *Beep*

The incessant noise slowly slipped into my dreams, leading me back to a state of consciousness against my will. My eyes slowly open to greet the world after a few minutes of lying in denial. I look around, taking in the sterile white surroundings before turning my attention to the thin sheet covering my paper hospital gown. Great. This is all I get for modesty? I shift, trying to regain feeling in my limbs.

I instantly regret this as shooting pain runs across my hip and I recall the events of… whenever it was now. I notice a blood transfusion bag to my side and reluctantly follow the tube down to where a needle digs into the inside of my elbow. I laugh at the thought of acting like a main character: ripping it out and staggering down the halls of the hospital, but I don’t.

My noise must’ve alerted a nurse as one immediately pops into my room to check my vitals, explaining the medical and paperwork situation afterwards. Luckily, I didn’t have to stay for long since the slash didn’t hit any vital organs or arteries, and it was already stitched and bandaged. I have my phone and clothes returned to me, as is policy.

Right before the nurse left, he asked a question I wasn’t prepared for, “Is there anyone you would like to contact? You can use the hospital phone as yours is dead.”

I pause, my mind flashing to Ren, and then back to the figure in the alleyway. I didn’t want to face him yet, but I didn’t have any other family that I wanted knowing about my vulnerable state.

I shake my head, but then another thought pops in my head, a conversation I had a long time ago, and I stop the nurse, “Wait, actually…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I slightly regret my decision as an out-of-breath Conan is let into my room, “Sorry I took so long, the babysitter took longer than expected to arrive.”

I sigh, “Conan… I told you that you didn’t have to come, I just figured someone should know what happened.”

He settles in a nearby chair, “Nonsense, that’s exactly why I gave you my number, I wouldn’t just leave you alone. I’m sure you went through an incredibly harrowing experience... Do you want to tell me about it?”

I subconsciously gnaw on my lip, unsure of how much I wanted to tell my boss. But with Ren no longer an option, and after my falling out with Leon, I don’t really have any better choice. And I realize I do want to tell someone, whether to be reassured or just to get it off my chest, I wasn’t sure. So I told him everything, from me going to a bar with Jae and Teo, losing track of them, realizing my phone was dead, getting hit on, trying to escape, then everything that happened in the alley. Everything except for my suspicions of the second person’s identity.

After I finished, Conan shakes his head, “That’s absolutely horrific, I can only imagine how you felt, I’m so sorry you had to experience that.”

I shrug and say in a funny accent, “It is what it is.”

Conan seems thrown, “…Was that a meme?”

I grimace, “Yeah, sorry. If you don’t laugh you’ll cry.”

I laugh at Conan’s bemused face and repeat, “Sorry.”

He shakes his head, “It’s alright, I just don’t quite understand.”

I chuckle again, “Yeah, I know, thank you for letting me rant though.”

He nods, “Of course. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

I shrug, “I don’t think so, you’ve done plenty already... Actually, if I ordered us some food, would you be willing to bring it up for me?”

Conan replies, “Oh you don’t need to get me anything, but I can definitely pick something up for you.”

I shake my head, “No, you’re here, I’m gonna get you lunch. What do you want?”

After much prodding I get him to cave and choose a sandwich place to get lunch from, so I order our food plus a cookie for Alice. We chat in the meantime, which was honestly so helpful. I never had much opportunity to talk to him casually, and seeing him light up when he talked about Alice or the library was so heartwarming. I can’t help but wonder how different my life could have been if he was my father instead…

Later, we get our food and eat together, a strangely average thing to do after something so dramatic happened to me just last night. I really do appreciate him coming to bring a sense of normalcy to the situation, and comfort during my mental turmoil. But eventually the time comes for him to leave.

He stands, grabbing the trash from our meal and throwing it out before picking up his bag and heading to the door.

I call after him, “Tell Alice I said hello!”

He nods, and then startles, “Oh I almost forgot my charger, is your phone fully charged yet?”

My eyes widen and dart to the phone on the table next to my bed, “What?” Sure enough, I see my phone plugged into the wall, to my horror.

Conan questions, “Are you alright? I brought a charger since you had said it was dead, I plugged it in when I got here, sorry I should have checked with you.”

I force a smile and shake my head, “Oh no worries, it’s alright, thanks Conan.”

I return his charger before he heads out. I now am left alone, staring at the dark screen of my phone with dread overwhelming me in waves. I turn it on, watching the developer logos flash through before I unlock it. As I suspected, I had 38 unread messages from Ren and 14 missed calls.

I expand the notification bar and scroll through the message previews.

“>///< I don’t mean to bother you, but you’v…”

“^^; Are you okay? You haven’t responded i…”

“Angel, I’m starting to get worried, where di…”

“Angel please respond, I’m getting scared :(”

I sigh, turning my phone off again and trying to figure out what to do. If that really was him last night, what else did I not know about him? Is that not the first person he’s killed? What would he do to me if he knew that I knew? But maybe I’m overreacting and it wasn’t him, I mean, there must be more than one 6’5” pale pink-haired man with a ring that size in Corland Bay, right? And his eyes were different. Different color, but same adoring gaze. A far cry from the cold, twisted expression he held when he killed that man.

I shake my head, clearing it, I’ll make that a tomorrow me problem.

A nurse knocks on my door before opening it and sticking her head inside, “Hello! Sorry to bother you, there’s a… man, requesting to see you? Ren? Would you like us to let him in?”

I shake my head vehemently, “No! Please, sorry, I’d really rather not.”

She reassures me, “No worries, hun, we’ll make sure you don’t have to see anyone you don’t want to. Everyone needs explicit permission to be brought in.”

I give her a weak smile, “Thank you…”

She nods and leaves me to my own devices again. I open duolingo, making sure I keep my streak before opening random games on my phone and trying to play to pass the time, but Ren’s incessant messages and calls make it almost impossible. So I put it down and let my thoughts take over as I stare at the ceiling, only interrupted by a few check-ins and changing of bandages.

Finally, I had my last check-in for the night at 10pm, at which point I tried to go to sleep. But only five minutes after the nurse had left, the door slides open. I assume they had forgotten something and returned, but instead a tall man with pink hair walks in.

I shoot upright in the bed, straining my stitches and causing pain to flare up my side. I lay back down with a groan as Ren rushes to my side, “Angel! Are you okay? You weren’t answering my calls, I- I didn’t know what to do. I saw it on the news and had to call all of the hospitals in the area to find out where you were. I- Why- why didn’t you tell me?” He’s near tears as he sits as close as he possibly can to the bed, clinging onto my hand desperately.

I can’t help but feel bad, how could I possibly assume this sweet human is the same as the murderer last night? But the similarities never leave my mind, nor does the shaking in my hands as I avoid his inquiring gaze.

I open and close my mouth, struggling to find an explanation for my behavior other than the truth. Eventually, I say, “I- I’m sorry Ren, I didn’t want you to worry.”

His eyebrows furrow incredulously, “You didn’t want me to worry?! Angel, what do you think I’ve been doing since you left?”

I respond in almost a whisper, “Sorry, I… didn’t want you to see me like this. I knew you would come if I told you about it. But- how did you even get in? The nurse didn’t tell me you were coming.” I finally meet his eyes, carefully keeping the challenge out of my gaze, but wanting to see his reaction.

He blinks, “I asked for you by name since I didn’t know the room number, the receptionist told me where to go.”

I press on, “But the nurse said I would have to give permission to the staff if someone came?”

Ren scratches at his jaw uncomfortably, “A- Ah, well I was kinda panicking when I came in, I guess she figured it would be okay since I clearly already knew you.”

I look down again, “Oh… well… thanks for checking in on me. I’ll be fine, really. They said they could probably discharge me by tomorrow morning, just some routine checks to make sure I’m alright for now. Conan already… he said I didn’t have to come in on Monday.” I mentally slap myself, why would I tell him that I was free? At least I covered up that Conan had actually given me a week off and said I could take as much time as I needed as long as I let him know in advance.

Ren recoils, “Only Monday?! Is he insane!? You- you just got stabbed!”

I regret saying anything and try to steer the conversation away, “Yeah, I uh, I can talk to him later, I’m sure he could give me more time. But anyway, have you eaten dinner yet?”

Ren picks at his sleeve, “Yeah, sure, I got something on the way here.”

I squint, not believing him, but not wanting to address it, “Aren’t visitation hours over?”

He pouts at me, tears welling in his eyes again, “Do- do you not want me here Angel? I’m sorry, did I do something wrong? I should have been there last night, I’m sorry.”

I shake my head, feeling guilt well up, “No, no, that’s not it I just- I’m sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, don’t cry please.” I recover my senses, wait no- this is what he wants, he keeps deflecting.

Ren buries his face in my stomach, carefully wrapping his arms around my torso with his shoulders still shaking, “I’m sorry, I- I was just so- so worried.”

I pat his head, “It’s alright Ren, I’m fine, I promise. You should go now, I’ll see you tomorrow when I’m discharged okay?”

He looks up at me, “When you’re discharged? How will that- how much will that cost? I’ll pay however much, just tell me!”

I shake my head uncomfortably, “No, that’s okay Ren, I can afford it, it’s not that much, especially with insurance.” Another lie, the total came out to around $14,000, though with insurance I only had to cover around $2,000 (most of which was those damn ambulance fees). Still far more than I could easily afford, but I don’t want to be financially dependent on Ren, especially now.

He tilts his head, “Are you sure? It won’t be any problem, I swear! Here, let me just send you the money right now.”

He pulls out his phone to do just that, but I put a hand over it, “No, Ren, I’m serious, it’s fine. Go home, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He looks at me like a kicked puppy - it really wasn’t fair how cute he was given my suspicions - “Angel… why are you trying to send me away? I’ll do anything to make it up to you, really! Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I’ll pay the bill, I can pay for everything, you could quit your job if you wanted to! I can get you food, or get my laptop and we could watch movies? Please, anything, I swear.”

I hold his face, pulling it closer to my own, “Ren. The best thing you can do right now is go home. Rest up, and I’ll let you know what to do tomorrow, okay?” I try desperately to keep my voice even as I look into his eyes, seeing exactly what I feared.

He leans into my touch, still looking at me with watery eyes, “…Are you sure?”

I nod, forcing a smile, “I’m sure. 愛してるよ .” (extremely dramatic form of 'I love you,' usually only used in fiction)

Ren’s face immediately flushes red and his eyes widen, almost sparkling, before falling into a bemused expression, “That was really pretty. Japanese, right? What did that mean?”

I shake my head, smiling, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He hesitantly accepts, heading to the doorway while looking at me, “Alright, call me if anything happens?”

I nod, but he insists, “Promise?”

I look away, crossing my fingers under the blanket like a guilty child, “Promise.”

Once he leaves, I drop my head into my hands. Fuck. It really was him.

He had understood what I said, though he hid it well. But what really sealed my resolve was when I looked closely at his eyes. He was wearing light blue contacts, with concealer caked over eyebags.

How had I never noticed before? I was usually so aware of eye color. The more I thought about it the more certain I was. All of the little things at the beginning of the relationship that didn’t line up. His inconsistent personality, how he seemed to know things before I ever told him, even how he got into my room. But I didn’t have time to bemoan my ignorance, I had to make a plan. After all, I only had until tomorrow morning.

Ren? When are you gonna stop being so damn cuteee AAA

your angle... or yuor devil

Emo has some business to take care of... but you're going to a Halloween party together later wahoo!!! [REDACTED] is he/him only for this since there's some other loser in the scene 🙄

cw: torture in the beginning, implied murder

proceed with caution

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As if contemplating what to watch on TV, [REDACTED] glanced down at the sight in front of him.

Bound in an old, wooden chair, somebody's agonized cries for help went unanswered, muffled by the torn, bloodied knot of fabric tied over their mouth. They'd been nothing but incomprehensible since the first nail was painstakingly pried from their finger.

The bigger piece of torn cloth was bundled in their lap. Its folds held a steadily growing pile of teeth and fingernails. Some were whole, but most were in pieces from the messier extractions.

Normally, the dark haired man would have more satisfying tools at his disposal for the victim. But he didn't have the chance to run home, especially when a Halloween date with you was right around the corner. After a quick stop at a hardware store, today's (un)lucky winner got dragged into the nearest abandoned building.

Only a couple hours ago, hardly ten minutes after the time you normally took your lunch break, this piece of work had approached you. 

Of course, nothing came of it. And you told your beloved partner about the unwelcome interaction right away. Between the usual chatter and flirting once you video called him for lunch, you mentioned it in an offhand comment, a wrinkle in your forehead to boot.

Then you'd gone right back to talking about the holiday, and how excited you were for the party that night. [REDACTED] didn't move on so quickly.

Just as he leaned down, a metal nail poised over the shitstain's knee and a hammer in hand, his phone rang. The items clattered against the floor as he stood and hurried to yank it from his pocket.

The bound and gagged, soon-to-be-done-for stranger looked surprised, but oddly grateful for the brief escape from further torment.

Before he could even offer a greeting, you spoke.

"Hiii! I'm already finished making treat bags at the library. Do you wanna meet me at your apartment for a little while before the party? I'm headed there now."

"I'd love to, but M'not exactly free," [REDACTED] managed to answer calmly despite the whirlwind you lured his heart into. He kept his gaze on the wide eyed stranger in front of him, wondering if they'd test their luck. 

Surprisingly, they did their best to stay quiet, the over-dramatic, obnoxious sobs from earlier slowly subsiding into sniffles. He smugly smiled and turned, walking a few steps away. Even with their impending demise, he didn't want to share your voice with anyone.

"Oh," you said. "That's okay." The notable disappointment to your words pained him, and he had to throw a glare over his shoulder at his victim. 

It was their fault that he would be missing out on extra time with you. Why didn't they just mind their business, instead of trying to chat you up while waiting in line?

But, [REDACTED] shared some of the blame. He'd begrudgingly skipped the usual lunch break visit at your insistence, since you wanted to surprise him with the matching costumes you were picking up.

"So what are you doing then?" you asked, then passed right over the topic. "Never mind. It's probably work, right?"

"... Yeah. Work," he answered. Admittedly, he was thankful you decided to stop asking questions on your own. And that you didn't remember he normally worked from home. "M'sorry, love."

You hummed in thought. "No worries. Programming hours sure are all over the place. I guess they kinda have to be, with the kind of money you make though." There was a sudden, loud commotion in the background and you softly cursed.

"Angel?" your boyfriend worriedly called out.

"I'm fine! My stupid tail just got caught in the — I mean… I'm fine!!"

The hacker smiled in relief, already excited for the costumes you bought. He didn't trail you or sneak a peek at the store's cameras for once, but he did notice the bright red horns poking out of the shopping bag behind you while you ate. You must've changed into yours before you left. An angel and a demon — only you wanted him to be the angel. 

[REDACTED] laughed, almost forgetting the person tied up behind him until they weakly groaned in agony. His smile immediately turned to a frown; he had to hang up too soon for his liking.

He was apologetic as could be. "I won't be able to leave for a while, but I'll make sure to call you the second I'm done."

"You always do," you teased him. "I can't wait to see the look on your face once I give you your costume."

He instantly took the bait, as if he didn't already know. "Really? Why don't y'give me a hint?"

"Hmm… It's… uhh, your favorite thing in the world?"

Ah, that one was too obvious. Still, he wanted to pretend a little longer. The delighted look on your face was sure to be worth the wait. "I'll work hard t'figure it out before I get home."

Your almost impish laughter made his heart skip a beat. "See you soon, Ren."

The phone beeped and the screen went black, taking his good mood away.

With a faint sigh and a roll of his eyes, the dark haired man reached for the sledgehammer leaning against an upturned table. It weighed lighter in his hands than the one he was used to, but it'd do the job just fine. 

He turned back towards the stranger, bruised, battered and much too weak to do anything but stare up at their tormentor. 

All the joy in [REDACTED]'s demeanor was gone, replaced with commonplace boredom as he slung the hammer over one shoulder. "Guess y'kept quiet enough, so I'll make this quick."

Some doodles I did for tkatb and 14dwy

[ OC x Canon ][ AU - Alternate Universe ]

Encounter "It just might have the thing you're looking for, but beware, little traveler. lots of people, for some reason, never return once they enter the forest." "... They disappear?" "Most likely. I heard whispers about faeries inhabiting this area, but there hasn't been any sightings in a long, long time."

Rkgk [REDACTED]

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[Bird(s) Falling] TW: Blood and Slaughter

A comic dedicated to ChiiSai’s Millennium AU of 14DWY. Ft: bird!Echo (mine) and Fox Ren (Chii’s)

See below for more.

Explanation:

- Echo died by: falling into the ocean after straining her wings in the storm, trying to escort her bird siblings back to shore safely.

- Fox Ren: married Echo so their souls are intertwined, he can feel her life status. He went berserk after hearing what the survived ones spoke of Echo. He slaughtered all of the ones who Echo saved, it doesn’t matter to him anymore to be kind or not, because to Ren, Echo’s kindness lead to her death, and no one was even grateful.

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i love short haired ren 😭😭😭