Let It Happen (JoJo's bizarre adventure X Reader One-shots)

Stray (Reimi Sugimoto X Fem Reader)

Because I like girls too.

Now onwards!

Being the vindictive spirit... It's just so... Exhausting. I've been doing this for about what now? A decade and a half?

Strolling along the desolate halls, the cold chills of the night blew at your direction, old and dusted curtains swaying along the motion. Wandering along the same old halls reduced into nothing but debris, hands idly running along the walls with chipped paints and peeling wallpapers as you walked along with no particular destination in mind. You couldn't help but to feel so... Weary.

The L/N family is one of the wealthiest family in Morioh. A family that lived off the old fortunes inherited from generations to generations, a wealth very well kept within the family with their family owning a clothing brand. One of the most prestigious, the wealthiest, respectable, honourable... Well, used to be.

That one stormy night, it all have changed. The night where they found Y/N L/N dead in the library with a slashed throat, the heinous murder remained uncaught all these years. It was the starting point of the fall of the beloved family, before they started spiralling down. Bankruptcy, extortion, alcoholism... Until the family patriarch decided to end it all with a murder-suicide.

And it all started in the dead of the night, you were peacefully leafing through educational tomes, those thick books people wouldn't see you open for fun. The innocent, recently-turned sixteen year old girl simply looking through her books when an unknown stranger broke into the window without your knowledge. He crept within the library with you, silent as a feline tiptoeing along the room... And before you knew it, he got a hold of you.

His clammy hand clasped your mouth shut, while the other held an envelope knife dangerously close to your neck. The sick fool pressed his nose against your hair, taking more than a whiff of the scent of your hair, his lips against your cold neck. Your chest clenched with sheer disgust at the memory alone. A memory from fifteen years ago.

"Such an ingenue... Your beauty so rare, unmatched... Breathe-taking..."

And before you could fight back... Your death came, in the form of a slashed neck. Your life barely flashed before your eyes and before you knew it you died in the hands of a sick bastard. Blood leaked from your neck, you laid choking on your blood... And he wasn't finished yet. He smiled as he proceeded to perform his sick desires. And within the next day, they found you.

Precious Y/N slumped over the table, the prominent look of terror frozen on your face. Blood that dripped from your neck started to dry by the floor... Other than your slashed neck, something else was missing... Your dominant hand, taken by your killer as a trophy to commemorate the event.

Leaning your back on the wall, you slid down until your bottom touched the floor. The prominent look of bitterness and wrath forever plastered in your face. You caught a glimpse of your reflection from a broken shard of glass, causing your face to soften. Reaching for your neck, you untied your choker which concealed the mark of your murder that remained fresh in your skin.

Vengeful Victoria... They call you Vengeful Victoria, the local ghost of Morioh residing in the L/N mansion. Disheveled (h/c) hair, sunken (e/c) eyes and her bloodied blush pink silk nightgown... Bitter of the youth travelling nearby as they were killed at a young age. Rumour says that they were slashed by the neck by their bitter mother who was envious of her beauty... Remain in the L/N mansion for too long and you might catch a glimpse of the vindictive spirit...

It is so fucking dumb. So stupidly childish.

It was... Insulting more than anything. All you wanted to do was to rest in peace and yet somehow you remained trapped in this mansion. Not only that, teens and young adults would invade the house in search for Vengeful Victoria... Well there is no Vengeful Victoria in this house, there was only Y/N and there is no way in hell you were going to ever embrace that name...