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mo0nfairy · 2 years ago

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ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ UNCHAINED MELODY, PART ONE !

summary :: surviving raccoon city together, you catch the affections of leon kennedy, ada wong, jill valentine, and carlos oliveira. six years later, you reunite with them and realize their obsession with you has increased tenfold.

chapters :: the masterlist.

word count :: 5.7k.

content warnings :: mdni!! yandere!leon, yandere!ada, yandere!jill, yandere!carlos, noncon touching, drugging, kidnapping, ptsd, violence, explosions, weapons, death, mild sexual themes, sexual harassment (done by some random npc), car crash, hospitals, reader breaks their arm.

──── Rain.

It's the first thing you are able to scrutinize once you come out of your state of comatose. You listen to the tumultuous melody as the droplets batter against the roof of the car. Even with your eyes locked tight, you are able to figure out where you are just by the rumble of the car engine, jostling you around when the tires hit a crevice in the road. A fuzzy, knitted blanket is adorned around your body. Your headphones are set on top of your head, a playlist of your favorite songs playing on a low volume. The sounds come out distorted, somehow, as if the lyrics were tripping over themselves and the tunes were awkwardly dancing with one another. It's almost as if you had been drugged.

The right side of your face is squished against something, which you now perceive as somebody's neck. The surface pushes your headphones uncomfortably into the side of your head. In a fruitless attempt to take them off, you realize you are paralyzed from head to toe. An arm is draped around your shoulder, the other firmly around your legs which are draped among their lap. Whomever this stranger is, they are quite brawny as they tighten their thick arms around you. They press gentle kisses to your forehead, the stubble of their beard tickling your skin. A deep voice whispers sugary affirmations against your temple, but you are unable to dissect them through the warped music and white noise. Have I been kidnapped? Who the fuck is this person?

With what little strength you have left in your body, you are able to peel your eyes open just a crack. You find yourself in the middle of the backseat (the safest spot in the car, which was certainly done on purpose). You find the arms draped around you are tan, adorned in heaps of black hair. Casting your gaze forward, you look to the driver. You see a woman with short, dirty-blonde hair whose slender fingers grasp hold of the steering wheel. The identity of these two people remains unknown to you. Looking at the windows, the rain cascading down the glass prevents you from pinpointing any potential landmarks. The only thing you can do is slump against this stranger and let yourself be driven far, far away.

You rewind into the past to collect any memories that would help decipher the current events. All you are able to garner is a crisp October evening, where you snuggled beneath a blanket in the safe expanse of your bedroom. You remember wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and strolling into the kitchen, where you would then make yourself a hot cup of tea. This was your normal night routine, you recall in defeat. The last memory you had would be of no use, considering the large gap in your mind once you drank the first sip of tea. So, you rewind even further to see if anything abnormal had occurred during the day.

You remember how you had spent your morning journaling in the garden, analyzing the faces of other patients and doctors wandering through your memory. Nothing stuck out, however, so you abandoned your reminiscing of this past morning. You then think back to group therapy at noon, where others would express their traumas from Raccoon City six years prior. You would tell your own story of the agony you endured and how you met several people who had protected you with their lives. Leon Kennedy, Ada Wong, Jill Valentine, and Carlos Oliveira — four names you would never forget.

Then, you would express the grief you felt when you were told none of them had survived the night. You had never felt so alone after. But, fortunately, you were then taken under the wing of this sanctuary built just for survivors. You have stayed in their habitation since.

The faces of those listening to your story were people you have seen every day; none of their features matched the physicality of the people in this car. With that, you fast forward further into the afternoon to find anything that sticks out. The heightened security that seemed to be reserved for you made you furrow your brow. However, it was nothing explicit enough to explain your current circumstances. Several guards stood outside your room as you lost yourself in the book you checked out from the sanctuary's library. The headphones you wore blared your favorite music and tuned out any and all outside noise. Even the hushed noises straight from your kitchen.

The hours of the afternoon faded away while you read through your book. It wasn't until a friend had come to your door to remind you of your plans to go stargazing did you realize the sun had begun to set. As they left, you decided to brew yourself some tea before you would join the others outside. You remember sitting at your frail kitchen table, blanket adorning your shoulders like a cape as you watched the tea kettle on the stove. Silence pervades and you can't help letting your mind wander. It has been six full years since the incident in Raccoon City. Still, your brain always seems to saunter back to the memories of that night.

You think of Leon Kennedy that night. You remember those pale blue eyes, freckled innocence, puppy-soft hair; you remember how he had saved your life that night in Raccoon City. Working at the Mizoil Gas Station, sitting right on the outskirts of the city, you're bound to face your fair share of weird regulars. And Leon Kennedy, by far, was the weirdest. A week before the night that sent your life into a tornado, you had met the new rookie who just arrived in town. And for seven days, you would always spot that familiar green jeep outside your workplace. His relentless appearances made you worry he had a hole in his gas tank or something. However, his visits weren't to grab gas or a quick snack for the road, it was to awkwardly lean against the counter and pathetically try to win your heart.

"Oh, hey Y/N! Funny running into you here..." The twelve visits a day spoil his attempts at being suave. "Yeah. I work here, Leon." His name sounds like nectar on your tongue, to a point where he is on the verge of outright begging you to say it. Even once more.

You then think of how during your closing shift, a coworker had become something ghastly, something monstrous. It all just happened so fast. You think of how you shielded yourself in your cramped work locker, limbs jutting out against the uncomfortable metal walls. To this day, you can still feel the suffocating tightness in your chest from holding back your sobs. All while you helplessly listened to the horrific sounds of your coworkers and customers being torn apart. You're entirely shaken with trauma, but with your brain in survival mode, you know this was no time to rest. Who knows how many more of those things will arrive? Now was your only shot at escaping this hellhole. So, you begrudgingly peel open the locker door and carefully inspect your surroundings. You grab a six-pack of beer on the desk beside you and take one of the bottles out. It was your only available weapon against your zombified coworkers, after all.

Blood paints your sneakers red and cheap beer stains your uniform as you fight your way out of the station. The sight of the entrance feels like a light at the end of the tunnel. Your lungs tighten with exhaustion as you continue to run towards it. That is until a firm grasp on your wrist halts your intentions. Swinging the bottle towards the assailant, they block it with ease and disarm you. It wasn't until a stuttering, concerned voice gasps your name do you realize that you almost just stabbed Leon Kennedy in the face. But God, you never thought you would be so happy for the persistent neediness of this cop.

You don't even know what had overcome you, but the sight of something human fills you with so much relief, you engulf the man into a hug. It lasted a mere second, but it was more than enough to get Leon's heart thumping in his chest. Even in the face of death, a smile tugs at his lips with any crumb of affection he can extrapolate from you. Muttering an apology to him, Leon disregards it entirely and stares at you with that dumb, love-struck expression. Your drop-dead gorgeous self; your witty comebacks that have his ribs tough with laughter… You, of all people, initiated affection with him, you actually wanted to touch him!

The roar of something inhuman cuts Leon off, to where he then bends down and scoops you into his arms. Without a second to resist, Leon (who is far too elated for comfort) sprints through the door with you and books it to his jeep. You're too busy staring at the store in trepidation to stop Leon from opening the car door for you, placing you in the passenger seat, and fastening your seatbelt for you. Almost as if you were a child, incapable of using your own hands.

The car ride to the Raccoon Police Department is quiet. Other than a few hushed reassurances of comfort from Leon, a heavy silence sits between the two of you. It's so bewildering that the people you had spent every day with are all dead. Not even dead, but zombie-fied creatures groaning to tear your flesh asunder. Your brain drifts to one coworker, in particular. One who was a master at getting under your skin. Manipulating your time alone to ask you out to dinner for the umpteenth time while tracing his hands over your skin. You never agreed, but with every attempt to bring this problem to your manager, it was always swept under the rug. And at last, you would have to endure the eerie smile and roaming hands of this middle-aged creep.

But now, things are different. You think about how he is now dead and can never touch you again; you think of how sickeningly good it felt to drive the rear end of a half-shattered bottle into his skull. Looking at your hands, you find your palms caked with his blood. Leon takes notice of this, taking one hand off the wheel and using it to grasp your hand into his. Electricity tickles through him from the contact. "You didn't have a choice" he assures in that soft tone reserved for you, but he is wrong. You did have a choice, and in the end, you wanted to hurt him.

"I wanted to. I wanted to kill him." Your gaze is locked on your red hands as you confess; Leon's gaze is fixated on you. "I just couldn't put up with him anymore. I finally got to fucking get back at him for once, to take advantage of him while he was weak." You don't even notice the tears streaming down your emotionally-drained expression.

You especially don't notice the sheer affect your words have on Leon. Tense jaw, flared nostrils, chest rising up and down with short breaths. What the fuck did he do to you? What had he done to push you, the angel of Leon's life, to such violent measures? He imagines his disgusting hands, dirtying your heavenly form; he imagines your face scrunched up with dismay, tears brimming in your eyes. And it absolutely destroys him. His heavy stare remains locked on you, entirely oblivious to any outside sources. No zombies, no eight-foot-tall tyrants — all that mattered was the audacity this dead man had to put his hands on you. And god, it makes him red with rage.

"Leon- LEON-!!" You shout out to warn him before the jeep then collides into a car wreck. It is pure mayhem as you shield your head with your hands and prepare for your demise. Leon’s arm stretches out over you in a desperate attempt to protect you. How ironic that in the face of a zombie apocalypse, you would die because of someone's poor driving skills.

You reluctantly open your eyes; you're alive. With your ears ringing out and your vision fuzzy, you manage to wrestle your way out of the jeep that had been flipped upside down. A grunt escapes from your chest as you make contact with the pavement. Something wet trickles down your head and from your nose, which doesn't take much for you to perceive as blood. You are so disoriented, you entirely forget about the man who was driving you just moments before. So disoriented, in fact, you don't hear the weak whimpers of your name from Leon as he watches you stumble further and further and further away from him.

You think of Ada Wong that night. You remember the click of her heels, her expensive perfume, her manicured nails; you remember how she had saved your life that night in Raccoon City. Somehow in your bewildered state, you had found yourself in one of the holding cells of RPD. You had collapsed against a metal bench, catching sight of a blood-stained first aid kit just within reach. You then tend to your wounds with feeble efforts. Soon, your senses clear, to where horrifying screams of agony echo through the large expanse. An unseen force rattles the room, and chunks of wall soar through the air from the cell beside you. There's a pop! before a deafening silence settles in the room.

All that is left in the air is your rapid breathing, waiting for your inescapable demise to embrace you. But, there is simply nothing to greet you but you and your thoughts. The gentle tap of quiet footsteps fills the permeating quiet. A woman then enters your train of vision, dressed in a trench coat, sunglasses, and stiletto heels. She stops in her tracks upon seeing you, seemingly inspecting you from behind her eyewear. With a tilt of her head, the woman steps through the threshold of your cell, where you then bundle yourself in the corner of the room. And you are just so adorable how you cave into yourself, almost like a bunny. So frail and terrified; too damn cute.

The way she walks to you is as if she were on a catwalk. Your trauma-ridden body trembles in fear with every step she takes closer. When she is just within reach, you act on instinct and push her away from you, racing past her and out of the cell. She barely stumbles from your attempt at an attack, an amused chuckle vibrating from her chest. You get a good several steps away before you finally discover what had made such a booming noise before. A man lies dead on the ground in the locked cell beside yours with a punctured hole in the wall. His dry mouth is hung agape and his body sits lifeless. Both eyes have been popped out of their sockets, blood seeping down his face and to the ground below. The woman follows you in your footsteps as you stare in horror. She merely tuts at the sight, a sigh of disappointment filling the empty air. How in the world is she not as terrified as you are?

"Come with me." Her voice is feminine, oozing with sultry confidence. It's soothing to listen to.

"Why?" Meanwhile, your voice is nothing like hers. Your speech comes out shaky and quiet, adorned in the fear this woman was apparently immune to.

"Well, you wouldn't want to end up like Ben, would you?" Your silence serves as your unspoken agreement. "Come now." In addition to her poised nature, her voice is also flat with demanding dominance. You find yourself blindly following her as she struts away.

Accompanying this woman as she walks through the police department as if she were the headline of a fashion show, you soon make it to the grimy streets of the city. During that time, she had introduced herself to you as Ada Wong, a spy working to retrieve the G-Virus. Why is she telling you the whole truth about herself, she doesn't know. Why did she make you follow her when she knows she works better alone, she doesn't know, either. There's just something about the way you cower into her when a zombie growls and the way your eyes glimmer with gratitude when she annihilates the monsters in your path. It makes her feel worthy, for something other than violence or money. As if she were the big, bad wolf who had fallen for the helpless bunny rabbit.

Now standing at the end of the street before the sewer entrance, you stare below in apprehension for what you have now learned lies within. This whole time, all the secrets Umbrella have were hidden right beneath your nose. Or better yet, right beneath your feet. A tank truck lies on its side several feet away from you and behind it, a trail of fire travels closer and closer. The flames and oil mending together then causes an explosion to erupt. Before you even had a chance to process anything, you're in the air, where you land in a patch of grass with a loud crack. Permeating pain courses through your right arm. From the time you had broken your wrist in 5th grade from attempting to climb a tree, you can tell your arm has suffered the same fate.

A leather-gloved hand then places itself onto your cheek. You look to see Ada, now with no glasses, tousled hair, and her coat discolored from grass stains. A dandelion had managed to wrangle itself with one of the dark-colored strands on her head. Playfully, you pluck the dandelion from her hair and gift it to her. Then, you make some joking remark about how it's a "thanks for the save earlier" with a weak chuckle. Your hand touches hers and something flutters within Ada's stomach — something grand, something scary. Something... warm. It stuns her into silence and catches her entirely off guard.

Her gaze shifts to your lips. Despite how chapped and dry they are, your bottom lip seeping with blood after the tough fall, they couldn't look any more appetizing to Ada. The mere idea of pressing her lips to yours causes her to relentlessly fall further and further into this unfamiliar, twitter-pated oblivion. You are just so benevolent, softhearted, and so, so bright. Ada's head is so fogged up with all sorts of devoted insanity, she doesn't take notice of the mass of zombies treading closer. While Ada is crouching beside you, she is then tackled to the ground. A pandemonium of zombies roaring ensues, and you're attacked by the undead, as well. With a hard kick to the skull of your assailant, you're able to wrangle yourself out of their grip on your leg. You stand to your feet and search for Ada to no avail, the heaps of zombies restraining you from any clarity.

With that, you turn tail and slam open the doors of the closest shelter you could find: Gun Shop Kendo.

You think of Jill Valentine that night. You remember her calloused hands, her rough-edged attitude, her scent of gunpowder; you remember how she had saved your life that night in Raccoon City. When you enter the gun shop, you're met with a man and a woman, both disheveled with dirt and blood. They point their guns at you upon your rushed entrance and in response, you raise your hands to surrender. The pummeling on the doors then has you all racing to barricade the entrance, using abandoned shelves and boxes as impromptu defenses. With heavy panting and a hefty barrier, the three of you stand, exasperated, trying to catch your breath. You sink to the floor and hold your arm, flashes of agony pumping through the broken limb.

Despite the danger just outside and your arm overcome with pain, this is the best you'll get in your current state. Shelter and weapons. You'll just have to endure how the shop owner shoved the barrel of his gun in your face and how the cop beside him sees you as gum beneath her shoe. Jill treats you like she does everyone else: ice-cold and blunt. She doesn't say a word to you; she barely acknowledges your presence. For that, you assume she hates your guts. Considering the circumstances, however, you don't take it to heart. Instead, you thank the two for allowing you to stay in the shop while the storm of zombies outside dies down.

However, things are quite different on Jill's end. The simple way you exist — it stuns her. Throughout her entire life, this dull ache has resided in her chest. She feels nothing. She would try and garner any feeling whatsoever; she'd do something adrenaline-inducing to feel fear, she'd do something ignorant to feel guilt. She would do everything to fill this hollow void within her. But, her incessant efforts were all brought to no avail.

That is until you came along.

Even though you're just some helpless civilian with no other desires than temporary protection, something foreign pervades her brain. Jill has come to realize you are far more than just the pretty face on the surface (although the idea of others witnessing your beauty causes her stomach to churn). She then tends to your broken arm, acting as if her heart wasn't running a mile a minute from the close contact. Meanwhile, lust-driven fantasies that would make even a harlot blush muddle her brain. To have you beneath her, staring up at her like that. You can't expect her to not swoon at the mere thought of how you'd taste, how you'd sound, how you'd tremble from her touch. Her mouth waters at the mental image alone.

Without thinking, Jill leans in to kiss you, fully ready to take you here on the floor of this filthy gun shop. The cock of Kendo's gun brings her out of her haze. You, on the other hand, assume this woman views you as nothing but a burden despite the clear display of infatuation in front of you. She informs you with a flat tone how survivors would be taken to the subway station, where they would then be transported out of the city. You thank her again for her hospitality, but mostly out of culpability. With your arm now covered with swiftly-made bandages, you reach with the other for an abandoned gun. Now that you've accepted the assumption this woman doesn't want a thing to do with you, the only way you'll get out of Raccoon City is by yourself. However, she blocks your attempt with a gentle grasp of your wrist.

"No need." Her voice is rough, but beneath the facade, it is timid and fearful.

"Why not?"

"You have me. I won't let anything happen to you." You stare at her, completely flabbergasted at the sudden alter in attitude.

The journey to the subway station was a breeze, to say the least. With your new bodyguard there to obliterate any danger in your path, it was practically a stroll in the park. She tells you her name and you tell her yours. Y/N Valentine has kind of a ring to it, Jill thinks. But with only just a few blocks to cross, something large, something beastly, something entirely inhuman stops you in your tracks. Incredibly massive with its large teeth protruding from its mouth, it groans a deep "S.T.A.R.S" before it begins to stomp towards you. Terror submerges your senses and immobilizes you. A red laser points from the rocket launcher in its hands, the dot sitting right by your feet. Jill then grabs hold of your hand and tries to run off with you, but her futile attempts were too late. A rocket then strikes the pavement and its force sends the two of you into the air. Your bandaged arm lands first against the unforgiving ground, anguish permeating your entire body.

You think of Carlos Oliveira that night. You remember his gruff voice, his kind heart, his dirt-caked skin; you remember how he had saved your life that night in Raccoon City. The pain in your arm is so blinding, there is nothing else you can think about. Not Jill, not Ada, not Leon, not the myriad of monstrous creatures on your tail. The only thing that exists right now is the torturous misery coursing through you. You're writhing on the cold pavement as you cling to your arm, cries of distress and exhaustion trembling from your chest. God, when will this nightmare fucking end?

The gut-wrenching entrance you're in is broken when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You expect to find Jill and her stone-cold, yet concerned expression, only to turn over your shoulder and see a complete stranger. He has a head full of messy, dark hair, with loose strands shielding his face; a strong body, with his military vest filled with heavy weaponry. His expression, however, was the most memorable. God, he looks at you as if you've hung the moon. His appearance is unkempt and dirty, but still overwhelmed with cheesy rom-com levels of infatuation. Why is this stranger looking at you as if you were walking down the aisle on your wedding day? You don't know. Besides, there are far more important matters to concern yourself with.

The heavy slam of Jill's boots reverberates as she sprints over to you. She helps you to your feet, not without a quick glare at the man beside you that reads "don't you fucking touch them." Jill puts your intact arm around her and leads you into Moon's Donuts, all while the deafening sounds of gunfire and grisly roars echo from behind. You don't dare turn around; you couldn't bear to look at that abomination once more. The quiet hum of heavy rock welcomes you as you enter the deserted donut shop. You practically collapse into one of the booths, Jill following behind and sitting across from you. With an exhale of relief, you relax into the seat and hold your arm in an attempt for temporary comfort. The man from before enters shortly, as well, then barricades the entrance with ease.

Your bandages are now torn and peeling. In an effort to fix it yourself, that same agonizing pain satiates through your arm instead. You hiss in response, alerting the two others. The man leans down before you, introducing himself as Carlos Oliveira, then eagerly asking you to inform him of your name. You oblige and he visibly shivers when your skin makes contact with his, an expressed concoction of nerves and irrepressible obsession. Upon gingerly grasping hold of your arm, he uses medical equipment from the various pockets around his chest and tends to you. His touch is careful, delicate — as if you would drift away if he applied any pressure. With every whimper and groan of pain from you, shocks are sent straight to his heart. Carlos had just met you moments ago yet still, he can't fathom the idea of you in pain. He assumes it's merely empathy, but when he feels tears brim in his eyes at the sight of you suffering, he knows this isn't normal.

With Jill's hand on your shoulder, consoling you through the pain, Carlos finishes swiftly before reluctantly breaking physical contact with you. He then gives you his canteen bottle, allowing you some water after your exhausting efforts to survive. You down the water like you've been parched for years. In the process, you are entirely oblivious to the heavy breathing from Carlos, who is left stunned at the prospect of an indirect kiss. Your lips against his — he feels his cheeks heat up from the idea alone. He doesn't realize how totally deranged he looks in his lovesick hysteria before the sharp snap of Jill's fingers brings him back to reality. Her possessive stare, her physical affection with you. Carlos feels his world crumble at the revelation that falls: you belong to Jill. The partner of his dreams is sitting right in front of him, but at the same time, is entirely out of reach. And it shatters him.

With that being said, Carlos isn't always the most articulate with his attempts at garnering information, hence why he stuck to the guns. So, as Jill and Carlos guard you like feral dogs with a bone while you travel back to the subway, he lets his facade slip.

"So... Are you two-like... Are you guys-um? Like, together?" Smooth as silk, Carlos. Smooth as silk.

Jill rolls her eyes in response. Mostly due to how annoying she thought him to be, but especially due to the fact that you aren't actually hers. Meanwhile, you tilt your head in confusion like a lost puppy (and you miss the way they visibly melt from the sight). After another fit of relentless stammering from Carlos, Jill finally clears the air.

"No, we're not dating." It hurts her to say it, evident in the way she clenches her jaw in an attempt to suppress her protruding emotions. Meanwhile, Carlos is sent to cloud nine.

Despite the blood, death, and gore he had witnessed in a single night, he had never felt so elated in all his years alive. Jill scoffs at his thinly-veiled euphoria, before grasping your hand and treading forward. Through trial and error (and more zombies than you could count), the three of you finally make it back to the subway station. You could cry, it's almost over. However, you can't help but notice how Jill and Carlos are perceptibly devastated by the idea of letting you go.

You hug Jill. It was nothing intimate, merely a thanks for the help she had provided you. Still, her body goes rigid and her heart flourishes with every kind of emotion she has never felt before. Through all the revelations that have taken place in this hellhole of a night, none of it compared to the earth-shattering emotions you have given her. Fear, lust, jealousy, devotion — it's all so overwhelming and she loves it.

You hug Carlos next. Again, nothing intimate or ulterior about the act of affection. But just like Jill, his heart practically detonates from the close contact. If only you could see his love-struck face; his expression is practically straight out of a cartoon. Cupid's bow through his chest, bluebirds swarming around his head and all. When the friendly hug soon started to turn into a romantic embrace, you push yourself off of Carlos, excusing his actions as nothing short of post-traumatic nerves.

With that, you join the other civilians on the train. The subway doors close behind you as you look at the survivors around you. All of them are riddled with trauma, shaken and silently weeping from the sights they have witnessed. Despite the harrowing circumstances, you're alive. That is all that matters and you could not be more grateful. Sitting on an empty seat, an exhale of relief escapes your chest. The train whirs as it begins to move. You turn your shoulder and look through the filth-stained windows to find Jill and Carlos, eyes blown wide with emotion as they watch you leave them. They stand in the same place you had left them, gazing wistfully at the love of their life. Picking up speed, you are soon out of their sight and they are now without the one they love most. And the sheer affect it has on them is gut-wrenching.

Fortunately for you, the ride out of the city is plain sailing. And with no S.T.A.R.S. members on the train, there is no 8-foot-tall creature there to set everything ablaze. You have now become one of the very few people who can say they made it out of Raccoon City alive.

You think of Raccoon City the morning after and the consequences that came from surviving. You think about what Carlos had said to you in the midst of danger. "I'm not gonna die on you and leave you in a cold, cruel, Carlos-less world." Liar.

Upon escaping the city safely, you and the other survivors were sent to a local hospital. From thereon, you would spend the next several days there (and finally receive proper treatment for your broken arm). After several days of anxiously anticipating the well-being of your friends and the entirety of Raccoon City, a doctor you had never seen before enters your room in the dead of night. Introducing himself as Dr. Matt Gorkis, he then reveals the news of the missile strike sent to the city and how there were no other survivors. A wave of devastation and helplessness washes over you. Weeping softly, the doctor bluntly provides details of the matter.

He then informs you of a sanctuary being built just for survivors of the incident. There will be provided shelter, basic necessities, and all sorts of therapeutic activities that will help you during your healing journey. And with your job, your home, and all of your friends eradicated to dust, you know you have no other choice. With another month of being tested for infections and going through physical therapy, you are released from the hospital and sent away with the doctor. For the past six years, this sanctuary is what you have learned to call home.

The hissing of the tea kettle makes you jump, bringing an abrupt halt to your road trip down memory lane. And while you pour yourself a cup of tea, you realize that your memories will be of no use for your current circumstances. For now, you'll have to let yourself be lulled to sleep in the back of this stranger's vehicle, driven far away to god-knows-where. But, the embrace the person has on you is so warm, so inviting. Your body can’t help but succumb to the relaxation this stranger provides.

You just hope that when you wake up, whatever welcomes you isn't anything reminiscent of the nightmare you faced six years ago.

⁺ 🎧 , 🪷 ۫ you are currently listening to . . . ⁺ 🪺 , 🎵 ꪆ

❝ MY LOVE, MY DARLING

I'VE HUNGERED FOR YOUR TOUCH . . . ❞

not a single person had asked for this, but it has been all my brain has been able to think about. i hope u all can appreciate some breadcrumbs from the ramblings of my heart hehe.

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bonne-chanson · 1 month ago

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✐ᝰ 𝒃𝒔𝒅 : 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 !

here’s a list to keep track of my works in progress! as of now, i’m still a bit slow and they might be a little bland (since i’m warming up to all of this again, please excuse me haha), so i’ll try to get these done when i can. requests are always a priority, so this list is just arranged according to when they were requested / when i came up with the idea! ◡̈

this list will be updated every now and then, so do keep an eye out if you must!

✑ if you want to read a specific work, you can find my masterlist here!

list for january / february:

[REQUEST] fukuzawa x fem! reader (published!)

[REQUEST] sick! ranpo x reader (published!)

[REQUEST] platonic! teruko x reader (published!)

[IMAGINE] atsushi hcs, cat behavior (published!)

[IMAGINE] ada hcs, with a baby that can teleport (in progress!)

[REQUEST] hunting dogs! tachihara x sick! reader

[REQUEST] odasaku x reader

[REQUEST] platonic yandere! verlaine x reader

[IDEA] nikolai x reader, based on vaughn williams’ the lark ascending (published!)

[REQUEST] platonic! mentor! chuuya x reader

list of tentative works:

[IDEA] fyodor x reader, tw for heavy religious discussions

[IDEA] verlaine x reader, based on his collection and fauré’s song cycle of the same name, la bonne chanson

[IDEA] rimbaud x reader, pre-fifteen

[IDEA] jouno x musician! reader

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

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therosebookshop · 2 months ago

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Just To Keep You Safe, Of Course!

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Part One: You’re already there!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: Here!

Contains/Warnings: Yandere Ranpo, fluff, slightly ooc Ranpo (I tried my best), yandereism (duh), pet names (sweets, darling), obsession, mentions of past shitty boyfriends, internal rambling, thoughts of kidnapping

A/N: There's other parts to this and they will be coming out soon. I've had this written in my notebook for over a month now 😭 The parts highlighted in green are from Ranpo's POV, just to avoid confusion

Song: None

Valentine's Day always sucked for you. It was a happy day for couples, but a sucky day for single people. And even when you had had a boyfriend on Valentine's Day, they'd never gotten you anything.

And so, when your apartment doorbell rang, you thought it was a mistake. You didn't have a boyfriend, and you didn't have any single friends who would be coming over to drink alcohol and eat chocolates that tasted like cardboard with you.

You paused the TV show you were watching- something about people in a world with no abilities- and got up, not bothering to look through the peephole as you opened the door. " Wrong apa- Ranpo?"

You stared at him, confused. You knew him somewhat- you worked at the ADA designing and making tools for the detectives to use on their missions. Ranpo would occasionally swing by when he didn't have an interesting case to work on to hang out, or when he was bringing a request. He'd watch or he'd ask you questions. You didn't know much about him, honestly, other then the fact that he liked candy and he was nice and the world's greatest detective.

"I was hoping you were home!" Ranpo said cheerfully, holding something behind his back. His cheeks were.. was he blushing? "Happy Valentine's Day, (user)."

He pulled a bouquet of your favorite flowers out from behind his back and held it out to you. You just stared at him. He.. brought you flowers? He liked you? Like liked you? Now him popping into the shipping container that served as your shop so often made sense.

When you didn't speak or take the flowers, Ranpo's face fell. "Sorry. I thought that, um.. well, you've never mentioned a partner before, but I guess even I can be wrong-"

You suddenly snatched the bouquet from him, cheeks faintly pink. His blush deepened. "I was just, um, surprised is all. Nobody's ever brought me flowers before." You say, holding the bouquet.

"Oh, really?" He frowned slightly. "But didn't you-"

"Yeah. Um, you can come inside and sit down while I put these in some wayer." You say, turning to go to your kitchen. He walks inside and shuts the door.

Unbeknownst to you, he's been inside your apartment once before. A few months ago, when you first joined the ADA. He wanted to find out more about you- cute, shy, little, you. So he'd broken in at night.

He stood and watched you struggle to get a vase from a tall shelf. You were just so pretty and small and sweet. He loved everything about you, and he desperately wanted you to know that. He wanted- no, no, you needed him to keep you safe. You were smart and strong, yes, but not as smart and strong as he was. The world was dangerous, and you couldn't protect yourself as well as he could. But he needed to be careful not to scare you away. He needed to charm you into falling for him- but his ultra-deduction skills told him you already did like him that way.

"Would you like some help?" He asked.

You look over your shoulder at him. You'd been meaning to buy a small stepstool since your other one broke, but you kept forgetting. "Yes, please."

You move out of the way as he walks over and stretches up to get the glass for the flowers, and you take a moment to admire him. He doesn't open his eyes often- you wonder why- but the rare times you've seen his eyes, you felt your heart might beat out of your chest. His eyes are such a pretty bright green- anime green. You'd hate to admit it aloud, but you've thought about running your fingers through his fluffy brown hair. He's a killer mix of sexy and adorable, and you wonder why somebody like him brought flowers to somebody like you.

He hands you the vase, stirring you from your thoughts. You put the unwrap the flowers and some water and them in the vase before setting them on your counter.

"Thank you for the flowers, Ranpo. They're my favorite, and they're really pretty." You say.

He rests his elbow on the counter and smiles at you. "Of course. A girl as pretty and nice as you deserves flowers on Valentine's Day, after all~"

Your cheeks turn a little pinker and he gives you a dimpled grin. "You're so cute when you're blushing, you know that?" He asks teasingly, Leaning in closer. "Makes me wanna make ya blush even more~"

You blush even more and turn away from him, and he giggles. A part of him says he's being too forward- he might scare you away, and if he does he'll have no choice but to kidnap you and keep you with him until you fall for him properly to find another way to get you to date him- but judging from the fact you're not having any negative reactions to his flirting, that won't have to happen. Which is good- it'd be so much harder to get you to be his when he'll have to tie you up to stop you from escaping him and hide you from the police. And if you're dating, you won't see his extremely slightly possessive behavior as weird.

Because it's not! It's extremely valid! You're just too sweet and naive, you need somebody like him, who knows firsthand how bad some people can be, to protect you.

"Ranpo?"

He shakes himself from his thoughts. "Yes, (user)?"

You peer at him, concerned. He was just standing there, staring at you with his eyes unfocused (and open), a small smile on his face, for several long moments. You'd been entranced by his eyes for awhile during that, though.

"Are you okay?"

He suddenly grins. "Of course I am! I've gotta go now, sweets, but I'll see you tomorrow."

The pet name sends butterflies tingling through your stomach, and you nod slightly, before stepping forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He freezes for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tight. Even when you start to giggle and push at him, he can still feel the phantom touch of your lips on his cheek, and it sends his heart racing.

"Ranpo! You're squeeeezing me!" You say, protesting even as he hugs you tighter. He smells like assorted candies. It's a pleasant smell.

"Aww, I'm sorry, my darling (user)~" He finally releases you and opens his eyes just a smidge. "Bye-Bye, sweets."

He walks away, opening your front door with a flourish and shutting it behind him. You're left standing there, blushing furiously.

He's glad you didn't ask how he knew where you lived. He's sure you'd be either terrified or angry if you learned he'd been following you home every night- just to keep you safe, of course!

#therosebookshopstories #Jealous ranpo jealous ranpo #yandere!ranpo #tw yandere #yandere male #bungo stray dogs ranpo #bungou stray dogs ranpo

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fieryfunfics · 7 months ago

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Fiery Fun Fics Guidelines

Masterlist

Fandoms & Characters

Resident Evil (games 2, 3, 4 -- movie Death Island -- & TV show Infinite Darkness)

Leon S. Kennedy

Ashley Graham

Luis Sera

Ada Wong

Jill Valentine

Claire Redfield

Good Omens

Aziraphale

Crowley

Anathema Device

Doctor Who

9th Doctor

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

12th Doctor

Rose Tyler

Martha Jones

Donna Noble

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River Song/Melody Pond

Jack Harkness

Alien Franchise (1, 2, Resurrection, & Prometheus)

Ellen Ripley (1 & 2)

Vasquez (2)

Ripley 8 (Resurrection)

Annalee Call (Resurrection)

Christie (Resurrection)

Vriess (Resurrection)

Elizabeth Shaw (Prometheus)

Meredith Vickers (Prometheus)

Xenomorph (any film of the 4 listed above)

Markiplier

Darkiplier

Amy (Peebles) Nelson

Kinks you might see here

Bondage/restraints

Femdom

Lezdom

Maledom

Futa

Intoxication (Marijuana ONLY)

Switch

Group sex

Degradation

Praise

Intercrural sex (between the thighs)

Vouyerism/Exhibitionism

Cunnilingus/faceriding

Strap-on

Big cocks

Dubcon/con-noncon (as long as it has been consented to beforehand)

Masturbation

Anal

Free use

Overstimulation

Creampies + Cum

Deepthroat/facefucking

Spitroasting

Monsterfucking

Mind control

Rules

Please be kind and respectful! DNI if you are ableist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, racist, etc.! This blog is a safe space!

If I open requests, those rules will also be added here

Will write

Reader insert

Character x Character

Queer characters (arospec, mlm, wlw, trans, bi, etc)

Polyamory

Smut

Fluff

Hurt

Comfort

Angst

Humor (at least, I'll try lol)

Drama

Horror

Violence

Gore

Will NOT write

Gore related to smut (minor blood play is maybe okay but it's thin ice)

Incest

Yandere

dd/lg

Underage/minors in smut

Pregnancy/breeding kink

Animal violence/abuse

Anything that I don't like

#fieryfunfics #guidelines #smut #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #good omens #doctor who #fanfic #original work #alien franchise #alien movie #aliens movie #alien resurrection

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lilacwriter07 · 6 months ago

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Wonderland by Nathalia Kills is such an Ada and Lucifer song, like Lucifer being the Red Queen and Ada being Alice .

Dark, twisted romance, angst, yandere (?)

#adamsapple #female adam #ada being Alice #and Lucifer being the red queen #crossdressing #I want Ada like Alice but as a knight as well

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pacifymebby · 2 years ago

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Oh gosh I have so many "drafts" started on here so I'll never be able to tag as many people as I have drafts but here goes I guess

🐻 Too Close To Heaven

A Tommy imagine based on the song by the waterboys

🐇Bout Des Doigts

Ada Shelby request from a million years ago may contain smut

🐻 So many headcannons haha here are a few

When you have a nightmare

Yandere, you get pregnant

You don't want kids

You leave your underwear behind for them to find

When you cheat on them

You're clumsy

🐇 Snap Out of It

Arthur Shelby imagine based on the Arctic Monkeys Song

And finally

🐻 fluff about Arthur looking after his daughter for the day ( I don't think it has a title yet but it's there )

I'm gonna tag @catb-fics @carmccannt @call-sign-shark but no pressure at all. Nowhere near as many tags as wips but I get v scared to tag people in stuff like this idk why. If you want to do this and I haven't tagged you, you should do it anyways!!!

Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

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ashiemochi · 3 years ago

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aphrotitty - 56☢

✠ Aphrotitty ↳ Don’t do anything stupid ↳↳ does something stupid

~~ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ~~ genre: fluff, a slice of life, angst, gore at some point, smut/suggestive themes ~~ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

☢ Warning: zombies again, mentions of blood/gore, little reference to chapter 40, angstANGSTANGST, sick yandere typa love.

prev -> next

Writing a whole fighting scene when it’s different from the movies/shows/games is difficult. So, a classic time-skip to the goodies was in order. That being said, here’s a brief summary of what happened in the next few minutes.

✠

“The chest, Leon! Aim for his chest!”

“Kinda hard when I’m the one he wants to kill! You aim for the chest!”

“I’m not the one with the fucking shotgun!”

"Says the one with a damn sniper!"

✠

“Here, come to me. My beautiful pansy!”

“Would you stop that?! You’re literally eyeing at me like I’m a slab of meat!”

✠

“Pansy!”

“Shut up!”

✠

“So Ah, you alright?!”

“No. Not at all, actually. But thanks for asking! Appreciate it!”

“Now’s not the time to be sarcastic, buttercup.”

“Why are you being nitpicky?”

✠

“Ada, what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just luring a little pet.”

“... WHO?”

✠

I need a hero!

“Oh, thank God, the song’s ove–”

Where have all the good men gone

And where are all the gods.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“So you managed to put Bonnie Tyler on repeat but couldn’t stop the sterilizing sequence?”

Anyway, back to the present.

✠

“Leon!”

Frederic’s gaze hardened at the name that fell from So Ah’s lips just as he threw Leon to the seventh level of the facility.

Throughout the whole battle, Leon lost his shotgun – which was actually pretty useful until Frederic got a bit too close for comfort. So Ah and Frederic had fallen down onto the sixth level where the acid was still within a good distance, the ‘water' pressure lessening.

So Ah almost ran back if it weren’t for Frederic being nearby and she glared up at him warily, keeping her distance.

“Why can’t you understand – you and I... We’re destined to be together!” Frederic shouted, “He hurt you... He hid things from you!”

“You’re the one to talk... You used me as your experiment! How is that love?!”

“I did it to save you!” Frederic’s loud voice jolted her, “Without the exonic... Without the virus, you would’ve died long ago!”

“Your body was so frail... I couldn’t stand watching you die...”

“You’re a doctor, Frederic...” So Ah frowned, “I’m sure there was another way–”

“THERE WAS NO OTHER WAY!”

An involuntarily gasp escaped her lips at the demonic tone in his voice; flinching and he noticed that, eyes softening.

“My pansy... My love...” Frederic spoke calmly in a persuasive tone, “I know you feel something for me too. I’m the only one keeping you safe from this filthy, disgusting world.”

“Can’t you see?” He smiled proudly like a father at his kid’s graduation, “Your parents never cared for you as much as I did. I know you think Leon loves you but he doesn’t.” His tone began growing angry and determined, making her more so uncomfortable and disgusted.

“He will break your heart like everyone else – like that damned cheater! He will take you to custody.” Frederic heaved, “There were never plans of protection – they will kill you for having such a beautiful masterpiece in you!”

“You and I, my lovely pansy...” He offered his hand towards her, causing her to wince backwards, “I know it’s scary but I’ll protect you. You don’t need anyone but me. With my creation, we will show everyone how powerful our love can be!”

So Ah shook her head profusely, whimpering as she took a step back in utter fear, eyes widening at his words. She could’ve thrown up – which was very close – but one, she hadn’t eaten anything in a while and two, her body was desensitized.

It all sounded false – there was no way he saw her that way. It all concluded in her head. He never saw her as some close patient who was in dire need of help. No, he saw her as a host for his experimentations – for his Plaga.

“No...” Her voice came out weak, nearly pleading in denial to the whole thing, “No, we can fix this... We can return to normal if you could just come to your senses!”

Frederic blinked in disbelief at her, cocking his head to the side as if confused that she’d be acting this way. He loved her – why can’t she see that?

Meanwhile, Leon’s eyes connected to the gun armoury above him and they lit up at the sight of the bazooka.

“Where’s the kind Frederic I know?” So Ah asked, her fists clenching as a feeble attempt to stop her tremors, “The Frederic I know loved his family – our family! This...” Her eyes scanned his mutated body in repulsion, “This is not you.”

Frederic stared at her quietly before scowling, “Every inch of you belongs to me... I made you, that means you have to obey me! Just give in to your feelings...”

Her gasp came out trembling when he began making his way towards her, causing her to start running back to the ladder that led out of the walkway.

“Come... With me, my love.” His crimsons were dilated in need and lust, making her more so horrified, “We’ll be together... Forever.”

He saw her as a breeding tool at this point – the virus changing him completely.

“Not if I can help it.” Leon snapped in a demanding tone, irises sharply glaring at the revolting being as the rocket launcher clanked over his shoulder then he took a shot at Frederic.

The blast shook the whole walkway to the core, the cables trembling violently before snapping. Even the platform Leon was on gave in, now sending the trio down to the fifth level; Leon and So Ah landed on the platform while Frederic was on the walkway – all groaning in pain at the fall.

To put the picture; all seven levels each had a platform that held a ladder leading to its own walkway to the main shaft. All gantries held a lever on the side which manually forces the bridge to unlock and fall down into the pit of acid.

It was a cautionary mechanism in case some scientist really didn’t want anyone close to the main system.

Level three was completely drowned in acid that was still getting closer and closer bit by bit.

Frederic huffed and puffed, standing up with raging fire in his shrunken eye – one was blown away by the bazooka. Half of his side was burnt and rotting off, bleeding profusely from his wounds and his mouth. Seeing him growl with bared teeth was one thing. Seeing him growl with bared teeth dripping in blood was another.

It was a nightmare to witness.

Our human duo let out small pained sounds, Leon was near the wall, hand gripping onto his side with a deep crease between his brows and So Ah was near the edge of the platform on her chest, groaning at the ache.

Frederic growled audibly, iris settling onto the girl with furious eyes, “It was... A mistake making you.” He heaved roughly, visibly in pain with his pulsating heart in the middle of his torso.

“I should’ve let them kill you, you ungrateful, stubborn bitch!” Frederic shouted, referring to her first exposure to the virus then his claws elongated as he raised them high and began stomping towards her.

The girl could only stare in defeat, her entire body too pained to move and Leon shouted out her name but couldn’t do anything, yet he still tried to push his body in a weak attempt to help her.

Then the ceiling caved in and all three looked up. So Ah’s eyes bulged open at the falling mutated chimpanzee and a scream emitted from her when he landed above her. Her entire body huddled into a ball in panic, shutting her eyes as she assumed that that was it for her.

But nothing came – just the debris of the ceiling clunking into the acid followed by faint growling.

Frederic cackled loudly in such pride, “My only creation that ever obeyed me!” Then he sneered at the girl with narrowed eyes, “Goodbye, Han So Ah.”

Hesitantly, So Ah opened her eyes and looked up, shocked to see George standing over her small form in a protective way. Even Leon was staring, dumbfounded by the whole scene in front of him.

George was acting as a shield; he didn’t have any menacing intentions towards So Ah – his beady eyes were dead set on the scientist.

The PHANTOM was altered by Ada for her.

George roared loudly, slamming his fist onto the ground next to So Ah, receiving another whimper from her before he launched himself onto the walkway and tackled Frederic down. A blood-curdling scream came from Frederic then a squelching sound made the human duo shudder when his arm was ripped from his body, plopping into the pool of acid.

That seemed to have snapped So Ah out of her shock and she shakily pulled herself up to her knees then faced Leon, crawling towards him.

“Hey, are you okay?” She questioned, sitting beside him after helping him lean against the wall and he groaned, his grip tightening on his side, catching her attention at the crimson seeping through his fingers.

“Let me see.”

“It’s nothing.” Leon reassured her, lying through his teeth before plastering a thinned smile, “Just a scratch.”

“Leon, let me see.” She demanded, setting her hand on top of his, jolting at the commotion behind her but paid no mind, her entire attention on him and him only.

Leon breathed out in defeat before letting her nimble fingers peel away his crimsoned hand from the wound and her heart dropped. The gash was rather deep and nasty, the skin around it red and raw with blood gushing profusely. It didn’t seem like it was planning on stopping anytime soon.

“How bad does it look?” Leon asked half-light heartedly half-serious, glancing down and winced at the repulsive sight.

“Shit...” So Ah muttered and shrugged off her lab coat. She took out the combat dagger from under her skirt and cut off the sleeve then proceeded to fold it and press it carefully against the gash.

“Fuck...” Leon cursed under his breath, head hitting back against the wall as she grabbed his hand and set it over the fabric.

“Just keep applying pressure, okay?” She reminded worriedly but Leon knew that already.

“How did this happen?” So Ah whispered, eyes taking in the tired look on his face as his breathing were a bit on the heavy side and his brows knitted together in the middle.

“I’m guessing I hit something when that platform collapsed.” Leon replied, “I’ll be honest, it wasn’t part of the rescue plan.”

She frowned deeply at that, watching his head lie back against the wall again as his eyes closed briefly in exhaustion. When they reopened, Leon saw her looking back at the fighting zombies with a glint he has never seen before.

It was grief mixed in with hatred... Disappointment...

‘So Ah, where are you going?’ Leon wanted to ask but his mouth couldn’t move, only parting them to inhale and exhale quietly.

So Ah jumped onto the walkway, kneeling down and she watched in silence as Frederic sunk his teeth into George’s nape. For reference, George was larger than Frederic and had a bigger body mass but Frederic had sharper reflexes. The fact he lost his entire arm completely from his body was because he was caught off guard.

Frederic saw her through hateful eyes reaching for the lever before snarling loudly; punching George in the jaw to knock him away but it barely did much. So Ah glared at him with tearful eyes, hands shaking as she held the lever till her knuckles were white as snow.

Every single smile and memory of him turned like a carousel around her head, reminding her of all the good things he had done. Of course, it was the times where she thought he loved her like a daughter... Not like some sick twisted living parasite in her. Then an angry tear rolled down her cheek.

“HAN SO AH!” Frederic bellowed demonically but her choice was locked in.

He hurt everyone in her life to get what he wanted. He manipulated her till his heart was content, emotionally getting her to depend on him and him only.

“Rest in peace, Frederic.”

With a small cry, she pushed the lever down and the tubes within the walkway hissed audibly. Everything went deaf to her ears as the floor beneath her shifted. Her whole body felt light when the gantry underneath her gave in then a gloved hand wrapped around her wrist tightly, fingers digging into her flesh.

The guttural screams of both beasts finally rung in her ears, pair of cinnamons and azuls staring down. In a loud acidic splash, both mutated beasts fell into the sulphurous pool. It was agonizing to hear George’s low wailing as his flesh melted off and her heart ached for him; he was just a friendly chimpanzee. He never asked for this.

But Frederic?

Fuck him.

Swallowing heavily, her head turned to the sound of a muffled groan, seeing Leon above her.

“Leon...” So Ah began but had nothing else to say; too many things were rushing in her mind.

“I thought I told you not to do anything stupid,” Leon remarked with the corner of his lip rising just a little before visibly wincing.

ROGUE BIO-WEAPON HAS BEEN NEUTRALIZED. STERILIZATION SEQUENCE DEACTIVATED. ALL FACILITY’S EXITS HAVE BEEN UNLOCKED.

The gushing acid from the pipes and tunnels ceased to teardrops. Leon let out an audible grunt as he pulled the girl up onto the platform then slumped back against the railing, both breathing heavily at the adrenaline.

So Ah’s state was still emotionally and mentally shocked but physically, she was just exhausted. It was finally over – this whole night was done.

“I’m starting to think you like to be hanging in the air.” Leon joked in a light tone with a breathily chuckle and her eyes looked at him past her bangs, giggling. Then panic filled her veins instantly when his head fell back and she crawled towards him.

“Leon? Leon!” So Ah called out his name, shaking his shoulder and his eyes snapped open as if puzzled then blinked down at the soaking fabric. A person could practically wring it and his blood would pour from it.

“Huh... Didn’t think it’d be this bad...” His voice came out fatigued as she frantically grabbed onto her lab coat, using her blade again to cut out the other sleeve.

“I’m fine,” Leon tried to soothe her but she only shook her head, continuing her ministrations on her make-shift bandage, “It’s just a flesh wound. I’ll be okay.”

She snapped at him, her orbs stricken with distress and alert, “What do you mean you’re fine? You are not fine!”

Her hands moved quickly with removing the soaked cloth, replacing it with a new thick one before beginning to wrap the fabric around his waist. Luckily, the vest was acting like a bandage itself, though it too was ripped clean at his side. Her actions grew a little frantic and Leon noticed her trembling hands through tired blues.

“I – I can’t stop it...” So Ah whimpered, seeing the blood seeping through the fabric and she cut the rest of the coat to wrap more for security, “There’s – there’s so much blood... Leon – I’m so sorry. I–”

His hand that wasn’t bloody cupped her cheek to get her attention on him when her breathings were getting laboured. He tried to show that he was unfazed but with sweat rolling from his temple and paling skin, it was impossible to.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe.” Leon murmured as he caressed her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, “You don’t have to be sorry for anything, alright?”

Her bottom lip quivered when he let out a pained exhale and she tied the clothes all up to hold; she did try to ignore the little spot of blood beginning to grow but it was hard.

“Leon... What do I do?” So Ah was back in that funny feeling again; lost and scared.

“There’s...” Leon breathed in, “That elevator in the centre room – it leads out of here. You’ll find Chris and–”

“Wait–”

“– He’ll get you and your parents out of here.”

“Leon, no – I’m not leaving without you.”

“Sweetheart, now’s not the tim –”

“No.” So Ah shook her head before grabbing onto his arm and wrapping it over her shoulders then carefully rested her hand above the wound, slowly but hurriedly trying to get him to stand up.

“So Ah, listen to me – shit!” The electrifying pain erupted from the injury, cutting him off and she stilled in panic, looking over at him.

“You have to get out of here.” Leon stated, blues practically pleading for her to leave, “The facility won’t hold much longer and I wouldn’t forgive myself if something was to happen to you.”

Her eyes shimmered when he had the audacity to smile, though it was weak and faint and his hand went back under her jaw, seemingly succeeding in convincing her as her hold on him loosened just the slightest.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Everything in her brain broke at that sentence, a newfound determination glowing in her glaring orbs.

“No...” Her voice came out sharp and her hold tightened again, surprising him at her stern tone.

“I can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.” Her feet shifted, eyes returning back ahead. “I can’t do this without you.”

Leon let out a huff, chuckling in disbelief as he shook his head lightly, “Why are you so stubborn?”

“Because I want you around – now up you go.”

So Ah attempted to stand up with Leon again and succeeded, stumbling slightly at the weight leaning on her. He grunted, his hand going to his wound and his head tilted down in exhaustion. Through a heaving chest, So Ah stayed close to him as she located the gate that led out of the bioreactor room.

“I got you, Leon – just hang on...” She muttered, making her way up the stairs with him by her side.

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So Ah moved slowly and with care through the corridors to the centre room, stopping every few seconds whenever he needed to catch a breath.

Leon was much different from the beginning of this Hell. Before, Leon went through everything with witty one-liners and devotion – needing to find the truth and save everyone; that’s what she loved about him. The Leon she had now was breaking her heart – he was extremely fatigued to say anything, mumbling incoherently just to reassure her tremors that he was still conscious.

“There it is... The elevator...” So Ah said to herself, panting heavily when they reached the room. She cast a worried glance at Leon, seeing his half-lidded eyes were blinking lazily then she looked ahead and began making her way towards the elevator.

She stopped in surprise, staring at the wine-red lipstick smears on the gates; Thanks for the gift, pansy. Consider this favour returned x. It had an arrow pointing to the hand scanner.

Hesitantly, she pressed her hand on it and it let out a chime, the gates opening. So Ah didn’t really want to question Ada’s intentions or why she was on their side yet against them – it was all so jumbled up.

“Hang in there, Leon... You’re going to be okay.”

They walked in and the gates closed, taking them up with a press of a button. Her eyes bore into the blinking numbers at the screen above, watching it rise more and more as the lift moved steadily.

“Come on, come on...” So Ah urged with little to no result and his body became heavier, causing her to stumble against the wall in surprise. Leon was losing consciousness again.

“Hey, hey, please keep your eyes open – we’re almost there.” So Ah panicked, setting her weight onto the floor for support, gazing up at him and a faint sigh left through his parted lips then his eyes peeled open just a sliver.

“I was just resting my eyes...” Leon uttered, trying to lighten up the mood and hoped it would make her smile but it only made her frown, to which he wouldn’t blame her.

But it popped a plan in her head.

“The dinner date...” So Ah chimed up, attempting to keep him chatting because as of this moment, hearing his smooth husky voice was all she wanted. It soothed her, convincing her that he was okay.

“What did you decide on?” She asked and his blues went to her cinnamons from the corner of his eyes, scoffing gently but a smile reached his red lips.

“I know how much you love meat so I was thinking of a Steak House...” Leon said and she smiled but let him continue speaking, “After dinner, I’ll take you to that mountain –”

“On your bike?”

His chest vibrated with breathily chuckles and Leon pressed his temple against her head, humming deeply, “Whatever you want, sweetheart. Anything to see that beautiful smile of yours.”

Her eyes began stinging as she moved them up onto the numbers, hoping it would go faster, “What else have you got planned for us?”

Leon went quiet for a bit and she shoved him lightly to keep him grounded – to keep him talking.

“Hm...” Leon trailed away, blues beginning to grow distant, “We’ll have drinks back in my place... Not the one in the neighbourhood.”

“Where?”

“I own a mansion in Washington – it’s... It’s not that big though...”

Her heart started pounding – he was beginning to not make sense and she feared the worse.

“Oh – a mansion – I’d love to see it...” So Ah went along with whatever he was saying – or murmuring at this point.

“You’re a good person, So Ah...” Leon smiled softly, catching her off guard with the sudden compliment, “Never forget that.”

Fuck this; she was going to do whatever it takes to keep him around her.

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open and she hurriedly made her way out, hardening her hold on him when she saw his feet begin to stumble. Her eyes scanned the corridor as they moved and recognized the room. They were back in the main lobby.

It felt almost nostalgic being here again. She remembers the sense of being only driven to find her parents – that was all she thought of. She’d find her parents, leave, and that would be that.

She didn’t expect this whole night to end like this; knowing she held a virus along with the antibody inside of her, being betrayed by the man whom her entire family had trusted, and now dragging out severely hurt Leon – whom she loves.

She could feel her entire view of the world-changing from just being here.

The dusk and the cool breeze made So Ah shiver as her grip on Leon tightened gently to keep him steady, his shallow breathing sounding faint to her ears. Breathing heavily, the city seemed quiet other than the distant groaning of the dead and she couldn’t locate Chris.

So Ah opened her mouth to voice her confusion but Leon’s body went limp, emitting a gasp from her before both of them were sent to the ground with her on her knees and him practically leaning over her, head on her shoulder.

“Leon, hey, talk to me–” So Ah hurriedly brought his face in front of her but then her voice hitched in her throat when her eyes caught a streak of blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes distant and dull.

“Don’t close your eyes, please. Keep them open for me, okay?” She pleaded when Leon was becoming unresponsive, her eyes tearing up as she glanced down at his wound; it was oozing in blood.

“So Ah...” Leon murmured deeply just as a tear rolled down her cheek and she met his tired eyes.

“Yes, Leon, I’m here. I’m here.” So Ah reassured and he only managed to give her a small smile then his head dropped onto her shoulder.

Panic.

“No, no, no, no, Leon!” Her tremor filled hands tried to shake him awake but he wouldn’t budge, his arm around her limply lying next to her trembling form.

With her heart ringing in her ears and ragged breaths, So Ah managed to spot a zombie through her blurred vision slowly making his way towards the duo, followed by more trailing behind him. Her hand gripped onto Leon’s back, whimpering out as she took his pistol from his holster.

Glaring through tearful irises, she aimed the gun at the incoming swarm of the dead and shifted her position a little to have Leon leaning on her shoulder and body while she held onto him protectively. Her aim was visibly trembling, anyone could see that.

So Ah hated everything. None of this would’ve happened if she had paid a bit more attention to her surroundings. Denial wrung her brain at the current situation; there was no way it can get worse than this.

She hoped this was all just a big nightmare and she’d wake up back in her home in that peaceful neighbourhood. She’d sit on her porch and wave at Diane from a distance as Leon would greet her with his usual cheeky smirk. Everything would be fine.

But as the zombie snarled loudly, it yanked her back down to reality. She almost shot but rapid gunshots took it down. A yelp came from her, covering herself and Leon from the unexpected assault that trailed over every zombie, killing them instantly.

Then a bright light was set on our humans followed by loud aircraft propellers and she moved her face from Leon’s neck, squinting at the light then it shut off. She recognized the aircraft; it was Chris’s unit.

So Ah didn’t know what snapped in her brain – was it the fact her parents were looking down at her through the window or the way help was finally here?

Feeling utterly overwhelmed, the gun dropped from her hand and clacked onto the ground then her arms wrapped around Leon’s limp form – and she burst into tears.

It was the last straw for her.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #leon kennedy #dbd fanfic #resident evil fandom #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy imagines #resident evil memes #dbd memes #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic

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kaeiyokotoro · 2 years ago

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would it be alright to request Yandere Soukoku imprisoning and comforting Nonbinary reader when they wake up after being sedated?

SOMETHING

SUPER SWEET

note : the title of the request is taken from the song "Somthing Super Sweet" by Rory Webley. ( ↓ )

summary : reader was always their world, they practically revolved around them and everything they did; they never intended to hurt the reader, which leads the duo to attempt at comforting them.

ship(s) : soukoku + [m/c].

genre : yandere, fluff, comfort.

pronouns used : they/them

characters used : dazai, chuuya, [m/c], slight mention of kunikida.

trigger warnings : sedative mentioned, [m/c] crying.

pov: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person.

extra : lowercase intended, not proofread. Chuuya and Dazai might be a little OOC, did my best. reader is referred to as [m/c].

words : 497

characters : 2,686

they hated how kunikida looked at you.

they hated that you were always so sweet to everyone and not them and them alone.

they adored you! why couldn't you see that?

no matter, they would take care of it soon enough, now you will only smile at them and only them. <3

chuuya was glaring daggers at the brunette male who was carrying the unconscious [h/c] person in his bandaged arms.

"you didn't have to put that much sedative into their drink y'know."

a gruff voice rang out through the quiet street, only the sound of shoes colliding with the concrete was accompanying the ginger's input.

"now, now chuuya...~ that wouldn't be fun would it? plus: safer then sorry!"

the brunette laugh, flashing his signature smile before making his way into chuuya's and his shared home.

with a sigh, chuuya nodded, he knew dazai was right, they couldn't risk having attention being drawn to them, especially not at this time of the night; it was far too risky for dazai due to the fact he was a part of the ADA(armed detective agency).

and he couldn't afford for them to find out about their little... 'lover' that they now had under lock and key.

the sound of chains, rustling, screaming, cries, and pleas filled the candlelit room.

the two males were currently puzzled on what they should do, their love, their prized possession, their earth, their everything, was afraid of them...?

dazai was the first to approach you, a soft sincere smile was plastered across that smug face of his.

"shhh, it's alright dear, just breathe for a moment, won't you?"

his bandaged hand making its way around your waist: rubbing it softly in an attempt to settle your cries.

you had to admit, you weren't completely against the idea of the men loving and taking care of you; they could be very sweet and comforting when you were missing your old life.

chuuya always cooked up a nice dinner of your choice, sitting with you as the two of you watched whatever you'd like on the TV while dazai was at work.

while chuuya did have a temper, he was soft when it came to you; he was always there for you when you managed to injur yourself: placing a bandaid onto your injury with a soft kiss which slowly lead to your face, kissing away your tears until you busted into laughter about how it tickled.

even when dazai was extremely busy, he always made room for you.

holding you close while rocking you back and forth, rushing your cries and pleas to go home.

he was so sweet and caring!

why would you ever want to leave him?

dazai would always be there to soothe you and your pleas to go home.

he always managed to calm you down and convince you that you were safer here with him and chuuya, they would take care of you and love you more then ever.

END

A/N : i don't really like how this turned out.

i could have made this a lot better, but I couldn't choose whether to make headcanons or a small story.

eventually i went with the short story due to the fact my next request is sumeru men cuddle headcannons.

in all, i hope this meets your idea and requirements anon!

#bsd x y/n #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x male reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd

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dammbi · 4 years ago

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I don’t know why I felt the need to make this, but here’s some Dazai Scenarios/POVs that I think would match some songs I like:

Crack Songs - Hollaback Girl, Like A Virgin, and Earfquake.

• Hollaback Girl - Y’all would probably be blasting this shit and dancing weirdly in the ADA building to piss people off (most likely Kunikida).

• Like A Virgin - Oh, definitely to piss Chuuya off, specifically when Dazai sings it seductively just cause he knows it makes Chuuya uncomfortable is gold.

• Earfquake - Would probably sing it to you cause you “make his earf quake” or sings it to embarrass you.

Angst Songs - As The World Caves In, A Sadness Runs Through Him, and Apocalypse.

• As The World Caves In - This kinda gives the vibe of dying with your lover which would definitely fit his character, or just lying in bed thinking sad thoughts with each other.

• A Sadness Runs Through Him - If you’ve heard this song I think you’ll know why I chose it. I think it’s a good representation of his character and his real emotions that he hides often.

• Apocalypse - It’s a slow and angst song and you’d probably stay up late some nights when you’re feeling sad and slow dance around the room to this.

Toxic Songs - Always Forever, Stay Away From My Baby, and Yandere.

• Always Forever - This song definitely gives me some vibes of “Let’s be together for eternity” type of deal and seems to have almost yandere undertones to me of someone wanting to be with their lover forever which would fit a toxic relationship vibe.

• Stay Away From My Baby - Given by the title of the song, I think you can tell what it’s about. I think it would fit well with Dazai if he was perhaps possessive with his lover.

• Yandere - I don’t think I have to explain for this one, but imaging Dazai as a yandere has become a common thought for me, because I can’t decided if he’d be cruel or overly loving and protective of his lover.

Upbeat Love Songs - Out Of My League, Electric Love, and A Kiss.

• Out Of My League - I’m pretty sure majority of people have heard this or maybe I’m wrong, but I just couldn’t help but add it because it’s so good and would definitely fit Dazai’s vibe.

• Electric Love - I also really like this song and think it would totally fit a scenario of making eye contact from across a dance floor type of thing.

• A Kiss - Also gives me dance floor type of beat vibe and would definitely be a good song for a scenario of just kissing someone on the dance floor.

Soft Fluff Songs - Human, Saw You In A Dream, and Baby I’m Yours.

• Human - There is no soft songs without a song by Dodie. I think this really just captures about being human really and having a connection with someone. I feel like this is just a soft song to listen to while laying in bed with him.

• Saw You In A Dream - Picked this one because it had a nice soft vibe and also could be a song that represents the fact that Dazai isn’t actually real (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

• Baby I’m Yours - A nice lovey, soft song with a small upbeat, you’d probably dance around the room with this in the early mornings or when the sun is setting and there’s almost an ethereal glow from the window into the room.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons

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dear-yandere · 5 years ago

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'I'll cut off these wings so you can no longer fly' for my favorite clown Nikolai and the yandere prompts? >w

Since everyone liked it so much, here’s part two to this fic!

tw. confinement, implied abuse.

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai wasn’t a complete monster – he kept your cage clean at the very least. ‘A sick bird can never sing pretty songs’ he’d always explain in a sing-song voice, as if that would raise your spirits. He never expected it to, but he insisted on trying like the good owner he was. Some would say he’s nothing more than a delusional mad man, but he liked to think of himself as a wonderful bird owner; mad men don’t take great care of animals, now do they?

“Malen'kaya ptichka moya (my little bird), pray tell”, he mused, eyes squinting with delight at how you jumped whenever he snuck behind your cage. “When do you plan on giving up?”

Heart hammering against your chest, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to calm yourself, nearly on the verge of hyperventilating. He was hardly scary, but being locked in this cage – trapped in a dimly lit room which fucked with your sense of time – was starting to chip away at your sanity.

“And why would I tell you that, clown?”

“Fufufu, your responses are as scathing as always I see.” His laughter was beautiful, far more mellow than the other times he’d talked down to you. Was his patience wearing thin? Gracefully, he sauntered to the front of your cage and stood menacingly tall. “That determination of yours is certainly commendable, but I can see it dying out with each passing day. How long will my little birdy last, I wonder?”

“Dying out? You’re as much a clown as you are blind.” You threw a glare over your shoulder. “The only one that will die is you when the ADA finds me.”

“Find you?” His laughter was boisterous this time, hardly beautiful and mellow like before – you were always so entertaining! “My dear, it’s been over a month! You seem to forget that your wings are clipped, yet you still insist on flying toward freedom.”

A month? It… it couldn’t have been that long – he had to be lying. Although you had no sense of time, no sense of reality, while locked away like some animal, a month couldn’t have passed. Ranpo should’ve deduced your whereabouts by now; hell, Dazai should have seen this coming from a mile away.

And yet, you were starting to believe the Russian’s words. Had they really given up on you?

Your voice was marginally more hesitant than before and Nikolai didn’t fail to notice the way your light threatened to go out. He’d never miss the moment you finally broke, after all.

“…Humans aren’t as weak as you seem to think, Gogol”, you spat in attempt to call his bluff, but the way he stared at you so intently, as if slowly picking you apart, made you avert your eyes.

Weakness. You were finally showing weakness, and by god was Nikolai on cloud nine.

“Is that so? How curious.” Clicking his heels together, he twirled theatrically, cape billowing behind him like a ringmaster about to start his show. When he faced you once again, there was a pair of scissors in his hands and a sadistic smile on his lips.

“Then I’ll have to cut off those wings so you can no longer fly.”

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bagelbright-tok · 4 years ago

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What I Do

Rules:

What I do's:

Gore

Violence

Headcanons

Scenarios

Reader insert

Full goddamn stories (try me)

Suicide

Death

I do fights now, I'm practicing

I do song fics now, I'm practicing

Anything that Isn't in the don't's

What I don't's:

Sexual stories/scenarios/headcanons

Rape

Affairs

Yandere

Anything beyond make out sessions

Pedophilia

Large age gaps. The farthest I'll go is a 3 year difference.

Characters that are under 18 years of age.

Fetishes

Incest (even if they are adopted siblings and not related. Its just straight weird.)

Stockholm Syndrome

Anything I'm uncomfortable with is something I will not write.

I do hold the right to refuse your request if it makes me uncomfortable and I do not wish to write it. If you did not read the rules and requested something in the Don't's, I will politely inform you of the rule(s) and ask that you re-request.

The Fandoms I write for and the characters in those fandoms that I write for:

Jojo's Bizarre Adventures:

Part 1:

Dio (post and pre vamp)

Baron Zeppeli (Platonic Only).

Speedwagon

Part 2:

Kars

ACDC

Speedwagon

Caesar

Joseph

Lisa Lisa (Platonic only)

Polnareff

Part 3:

Avdol

Joseph (Can be romantic if relationship is pre-set before Suzie)

DIO (Platonic Only)

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I do not write for part 4-8. Do not talk to me about part 7 or 8, as I haven't read those parts. You can ask for relationship scenarios with Jotaro that happen after part 3, but are before part 4. There's a whole 10-11 years between them so go ham I guess. The same goes for Kakyoin if you ask for a survival scenario. You can request a romantic relationship with DIO if you somehow make it so the character is around the same age as DIO. If only there was some way to do that. You can request a romantic relationship with Kars and ACDC if the character is somehow around the same age as either of them.

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Prodigal Son

Season 1:

Malcolm Bright/Whitly

Gil Arroyo (Platonic)

Martin Whitly (Platonic)

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I write for both seasons, same characters.

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Resident Evil (2 & 4)

Leon S. Kennedy

Ada Wong (platonic)

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Other characters can be added but as side guys who pop in or cause shit I dont know. I will especially make rival fics for Ada, I just wanna fight her lol. I can make make rivals for Leon as well, I'd fight him even if I know I'd lose.

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Cowboy Bebop (The Original and Remake)

Spike Spiegal (both) (platonic)

Jet Black (both) (platonic)

Faye Valentine (both) (platonic)

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steampunkglasses · 4 years ago

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INTRO.

— hi! I’m bon, and welcome to my new writing blog for bungou stray dogs and danganronpa!! hope you enjoy it here! 💕

MASTERLISTS.

— danganronpa.

— bungou stray dogs.

REQUESTS/RULES.

— first of all, I would appreciate if you could check my bio to make sure my requests are open.

— if my requests are open, I’m more than happy to write them!!

— I can write for any danganronpa (from the 3 main games, preferably) and bungou stray dogs (ADA and Port Mafia only).

— for bungou stray dogs, no manga spoilers please.

— I do headcanons and scenarios, ship or x reader.

— if you’re going to ask for an x reader, please specify the reader’s pronouns or gender!

— if you ask for some specific headcanons, my limit is 4 characters, but if you’re asking for something more simple coming to danganronpa (like s/o nicknames, handwriting, musical taste headcanons, etc.), you can just put, for example, “sdr2 boys...” or “thh girls...” and I’ll write short headcanons for all of them.

— I don’t feel comfortable writing yandere or nsfw content, so I won’t do it! Aside from that, I can try writing anything, but I’m still better at writing fluff and angst.

— I just want to be clear that I have school and a life, so please give me some time to write in my own rhythm!

— when it comes for headcanons, I like to write in a kinda funny way, and maybe not always following gramatical rules— but when it comes to au plots or scenarios, I can write a school essay.

— I’m completely ok with writing things based on songs.

— I’M COMPLETELY OK WITH RECEIVING NORMAL ASKS THO! like if you just wanna chat or ask me something, I’m completely ok with receiving them anytime!!

— in summary, I can try to write any plots or headcanons you guys ask me, since it’s from the sources I know.

— if I don’t feel comfortable writing whatever you requested me to, I will let you know the fastest I can!

— I promise to do my best!

ABOUT ME.

— hello! I’m bonnie, but you can call me bon, bonbon or just any nickname you can think of, and I go by any pronouns, but preferably they/them.

— I’ve been writing stories for a while now, and I’ve wrote aus and even fanfics before, but I just started writing my headcanons down somewhere a little while ago, and, after reading and seeing so many cool writing blogs, I find interesting to post them.

#masterlists #bungou stray dogs #danganronpa

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kaeyas-beloved · 5 years ago

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Request Rules

What I DO Write

Fluff / Angst / Triggering Topics / AUs / Poly Relationships / Songfics (like send me a song and I’ll write a fic based on it)

Any gender reader (if not specified I’ll default to GN)

Character x Reader

Platonic or Romantic

What I DON’T Write

Anything nsfw, pedophilia, incest and yandere (for nsfw requests, go to @cathedral-of-sinners!)

Characters Available

— Bungou Stray Dogs

Anyone from the ADA, Port Mafia, The Hunting Dogs, The Decay of Angels plus Fizgerald and Ango!

— Genshin Impact

All Characters

Children and teens (Klee, Qiqi, Diona, Sayu, Bennett, Barbara, Chongyun etc.) will be written platonically only! (Feel free to ask who I consider a minor!)

— Honkai: Star Rail

All Characters (before the 2.1 update)

Children (Clara, Hook etc) are platonic only

— Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy, Clarie Redfield, Ada Wong, Luis Serra, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Jack Krauser, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Ethan Winters, Mia Winters, Rosemary Winters, Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg

Anymore questions - don’t be afraid to ask!

#rules #request rules

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teabreakpancakes · 3 years ago

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𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

everything is gender neutral unless stated otherwise!

most of these are pretty self explanatory

𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑 |. "𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙"

At Long Last | Ada x Reader x Emil |

My Little Darling | Yandere Ada | NSFW

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 |. 𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖊𝖗

Bound By The Red Spider Lilies | Fluff | Male Demon Reader

A Taste Of Life | Fluff

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙 |. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 "𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖙"

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

Gluttonous Hunters | Fluff | Baker Reader

The hunters don't need food, but that didn't mean they never wish to partake.

Teacher's Pet | Kinktober: Day One | Smut

Wanna Be Yours | Fluff

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 |. 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me | Hunter! Male S/O | Comfort, Some Angst

Unholy | Kinktober: Day Twenty-Six | Smut

SFW and NSFW HCs | Male Reader | Fluff, NSFW

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

S/O that has piercings | Fluff

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎 |. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

You and Your Little Tricks | Fluff

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐙 |. 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗

Common Interests | Zoologist S/O | Fluff

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐍 |. 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖉

Sing For Me Will You? | Opera Singer S/O |

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 |. 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

"Do You Know A Thing Called Personal Space?" |

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

Me? A karen? | Fluff, Suggestive

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 |. 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖗

The Traits Of A Mother | Fluff | Motherly S/O

Unrequited | Part Two | Angst, Some Comfort

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 |. 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋 |. 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙

At Long Last | Ada x Reader x Emil |

Falling For You | Patient Reader | Fluff

"𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐄𝐑" |. 𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗

nothing yet

𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍 |. 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖘

nothing yet

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆 |. "𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗"

A Diddling Encounter | Fluff

Little Song Bird | Fluff

Temptation | Smut | Power Bottom Reader |

𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐀 |. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

Sing For Me Will You? | Opera Singer S/O |

S/O with an inappropriate costume

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 |. 𝖓𝖆𝖎𝖆𝖉

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

Gluttonous Hunters | Fluff | Baker Reader

The hunters don't need food, but that didn't mean they never wish to partake.

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑 |. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

Gluttonous Hunters | Fluff | Baker Reader

The hunters don't need food, but that didn't mean they never wish to partake.

You Are Now My Friend! | Fluff

𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀 |. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

Pretty Boy | Fluff, Smut

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 |. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗

"Do You Know A Thing Called Personal Space?"

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

Rope Bunny | Kinktober: Day Twenty-Three | Smut

Jealous? | Tuberose! Jack | Smut

How Endearing | Easily Flustered Reader | Fluff

I Like You | Fluff

𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 |. 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓 |. 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

nothing yet

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 |. 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖗

S/O with an inappropriate costume

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 |. 𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗

Bound By The Red Spider Lilies | Fluff | Male Demon Reader

"Do You Know A Thing Called Personal Space?"

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

Wasted Delicacy | Hurt/Comfort, Fluff | Baker Reader

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with?

Don't Look Away | Kinktober: Day Twenty-Seven | Smut

S/O with an inappropriate costume

House Of Memories | Fluff

Reaction to their S/O getting hit by a flare gun accidentally | Fluff

Me? A karen? | Fluff, Suggestive

A Conversation With The Frenchies | Fluff

“it says here that you, miss Mary only bathed once a month and that people from the 1800s rarely bathed, is that true?”

𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎 |. 𝖈𝖔𝖜𝖇𝖔𝖞

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 |. 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐀 |. "𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗"

"Do You Know A Thing Called Personal Space?"

Sit Still And Look Pretty | Kinktober: Day Five | Smut

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

S/O that has piercings | Fluff

Tie A Yellow Ribbon | Fluff

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐄 |. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖗 |. 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓

Common Interests | Zoologist S/O | Fluff

You and Your Little Tricks | Fluff

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

A Familiar Face | Hunter Reader | Fluff

Sing For Me Will You? | Opera Singer S/O |

Always And Forever | Fluff, Suggestive

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 |. 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

Wasted Delicacy | Hurt/Comfort, Fluff | Baker Reader

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with?

A Conversation With The Frenchies | Fluff

“it says here that you, miss mary only bathed once a month and that people from the 1800s rarely bathed, is that true?”

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 |. 𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖙

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

Focus On Decoding! | Kinktober: Day Two | Smut

I Know You Care | Tsundere S/O |

S/O with an inappropriate costume

Reaction to their S/O getting hit by a flare gun accidentally | Hurt/Comfort

S/O that has piercings | Fluff

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎 |. 𝖌𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖆

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

Gluttonous Hunters | Fluff | Baker Reader

The hunters don't need food, but that didn't mean they never wish to partake.

Wasted Delicacy | Hurt/Comfort, Fluff | Baker Reader

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with?

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 |. 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑 |. 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖞

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me | Hunter! Male S/O | Comfort, Some Angst

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

The Traits Of A Mother | Fluff | Motherly S/O

My Property | Kinktober: Day Twenty-Five | Smut

I Know You Care | Tsundere S/O |

How Endearing | Easily Flustered and Shy S/O |

"Do You Know A Thing Called Personal Space?"

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

Hands Off My Husband | Fluff

Naib's Biggest Admirer | Fluff

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 |. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me | Hunter! Male S/O | Comfort, Some Angst

Tiny Ball Of Energy | Energetic S/O | Fluff

The Traits Of A Mother | Fluff | Motherly S/O

I Know You Care | Tsundere S/O |

S/O with an inappropriate costume

As Sweet As Your Pastries | Baker S/O | Fluff

Reaction to their S/O getting hit by a flare gun accidentally | Hurt/Comfort

S/O that has piercings | Suggestive

"𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐔𝐒" |. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 |. "𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊"

"You're My Kid Now" | Fluff

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 |. 𝖆𝖝𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞

Gluttonous Hunters | Fluff | Baker Reader

The hunters don't need food, but that didn't mean they never wish to partake.

Dearest Friend Of Mine | Orphan! Reader | Fluff

"𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀" 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑 |. 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖗

The Apple Of My Eye |

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐙 |. 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖓

Beg For It | Kinktober: Day Nine | Smut

NSFW and SFW HCs | Dom! Victor

How Endearing | Easily Flustered and Shy S/O |

The Traits Of A Mother | Fluff | Motherly S/O

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 |. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉

Sing For Me Will You? | Opera Singer S/O |

S/O with an inappropriate costume

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔 |. 𝖜𝖚 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌

Bound By The Red Spider Lilies | Fluff | Male Demon Reader

S/O with an inappropriate costume | NSFW

You and Your Little Tricks | Fluff

Wasted Delicacy | Hurt/Comfort, Fluff | Baker Reader

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with?

Fleeting Light | Hurt/Comfort

Contrast | Kinktober: Day Nineteen | Smut

Reaction to their S/O getting hit by a flare gun accidentally | Fluff

Parent! Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an | Part Two | Part Three | Son Reader | Fluff

A Pleasant Reunion | Angst, Fluff

#masterlist #x reader #idv.writing

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