𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Sleeping with Spiders

Top!Feitan

Bottom!Y/N

Summary: Your art had caught his eye. It was vile and unsettling and he wanted it. And thieves do take what they want after all. Though you were not so fond of that idea. It was no matter though, he could take care of you and have a little fun doing so.

Author: YellowJewl (on ao3)

warning⚠ blood, gore and knife play  

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Before the two of you met, you were an artist. Not well known in many circles but you were proud of the pieces you had sold.

Your family on the other hand, were not as proud. As if it wasn't bad enough that you had chosen to become a freelance artist instead of going into nursing as your mother wished, your subject matter was a bit less than favorable in their eyes.

"Too grim" your father had called it.

"Were you possessed by the Devil? Whatever could have compelled you to make something so appalling!?" Your mother had screeched, refusing to mince words as your father had.

You see you always had a soft spot for horror. Your eyes would light up whenever a gorey scene played out on screen, you would become immersed in reading countless horror mangas, and while other children feared blood and the monsters that creeped within their closets, you had embraced all of it. You loved gore. There was just something about it, maybe the aesthetic, the taboo, but whatever it was made your heart race.

So of course the prints you sold were painted to be unapologetically bloody and disturbing. Body horror was a favorite among clientele, mutilation, faces and limbs sprouting from severed body parts, and or gratuitous shows of violence. The canvas was littered with blades, blood, and bodies and you liked it that way. You weren't the only one.

It was a cold October night when you were having your first gallery show in a long while. You assume that as everyone neared the "spookier" season as it were, they were a bit more comfortable viewing your work. You weren't one to complain, business is business.

You stand next to the craft services, never wandering too far away so that you can continuously stuff your face with fancy cheese and cheap crackers. The show seemed to be going quite well so far but unfortunately it didn't look like many buyers were out tonight.

"(Y/N). Pst!" A gallery worker waves you over towards them and you reluctantly leave the safe haven of your charcuterie boards. "Do you see that man over there in the suit? The short one, black hair?" They say pointing towards a gallery patron standing in front of one of your larger pieces, staring up at it. "He's been looking at it for a long time. I think he might buy it, you should go over there and seal the deal." They say giving you a little nudge.

You give your shoulders a shrug, a bit reluctant to speak to anyone tonight. "If they buy it, they buy it. If not, that's fine."

The gallery worker furrows thier brows at you, "(Y/N), all night you have got nothing but people wandering in here like it's just some haunted house attraction. You finally have a potential buyer and you don't even care? Do you want to sell tonight or not"

You let out an exasperated sigh from the stern talking to, knowing that they're right, and begin to trudge over towards the man.

As you grow nearer, you are able to better make out his appearance. His raven black hair falls just above his shoulders in length and frames his pale face. You're a bit surprised at just how short he actually is up close. Probably just below five foot if you had to guess. But despite his stature he possesses an almost lethal aura about him and when his sharp grey eyes dart to meet yours, fear itself almost makes you turn tail and run. But you don't.