#yandere cod cold war

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, May I request a Cod Cold War ask? Specifically for Weaver x reader who’s part of the zombies strike team? I can imagine that they’re quick to figure out things (as you need to be for the Easter eggs) yet tough as they need to be? If not, I guess can I request Bell x reader (Bell may be hard to write for since they’re a player created character but I figured you do something cool with it!)

-MsPlacedHero

Ps, Chase loved the cookie I gave to him saying it was from you!

I'll try Bell as I'm a bit more familiar with them! Happy he liked the cookie even if it was a long time ago. Hope you enjoy :) Bell is referred to as They/Them as you did not specify what kind of Bell you wanted.

This is mostly rambling and may be short but it was me giving my view on the character and their potential. I wanted to explore it a bit so there's no real plot.

Yandere! Bell Concept/Overview

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentioned self-aware behavior but not focused, General Bell thoughts, Stalking, Brainwashing, General yandere behavior, Character death, Dubious companionship.

Bell can be both interesting yet difficult to write so I will try to keep this rather general.

Bell could be difficult since their character is primarily meant for the player to insert themselves into.

They're meant to be so the player can interact with the story and feel like a part of it.

This would be difficult to try and convey, however, it opens many different possibilities.

Bell would be like a customizable yandere.

In a story you can pick and choose how you'd want Bell to be.

Bell would work even better in a "Self-Aware" story since they'd act as a host for the player and are extremely player dependent.

Your little puppet.

A reflection of you.

Overall Bell could really have any sort of yandere personality traits due to being a blank canvas.

You could see Bell as soft or someone who follows their darling like a puppy.

Maybe you could see them as a worship yandere.

Maybe you could see them as cruel, perhaps even prior to the brainwashing?

As a result, the darling is just as customizable.

You could be a part of the CIA or know Bell prior to the brainwashing.

There's a lot of potential.

The things is, how to write Bell is you'd need to be specific.

That's why I'm mostly just looking over the character.

Honestly my favorite ideas may be the Self-Aware one and Bell with a fellow CIA agent.

The Self-Aware one is self explanatory, I mentioned it before.

But the CIA agent one could also be fun to explore.

You know you shouldn't get attached or involve yourself with Bell.

They've been brainwashed with MK-ULTRA to find out info on Perseus.

That's all, afterwards they may just be tossed away.

For now they just need to be alive until the mission is finished and over.

However, Bell appears to have some sort of adoration for you one way or another.

Maybe somewhere in their memories they seem to recall you being important to them.

It's most likely a fabricated memory to coax more information out of them, but it works.

How Bell deals with such information could vary.

They may follow you around, they may be overly protective/clingy, they could be possessive, they could be any number of things.

They don't understand why you never like being around them.

Truthfully you either don't care or don't want to be attached.

Either way, Bell would want to treat you more than a "comrade".

They either see you as a close friend they "fought alongside" or maybe even a lover.

They have no idea you and Adler just need them for information.

Bell may most likely be "gotten rid of" before they become too much of a problem for you due to their obsession.

If they are a softer and more docile yandere, it feels horrible to know Adler did them in.

If they are rougher and more intense, it may feel like a relief when they're gone.

Player created characters like Bell have potential to be interesting once you have traits decided.

Unfortunately as a result I can't really assign Bell any definitive yandere behavior for them.

They seem like a puppet, a husk, meant to follow orders due to all of the brainwashing.

Regardless... a blank slate character can still have endless potential if you have a plot to work with.

No two Bell stories would be the same, essentially.

Bell is a wild card when it comes to their darling.

Which can mean they're a dangerous yandere if you think about it.

[djloveyou3000]

Belladonna

Chapter twelve

Gif by : @bastardcompany

When they arrived home, Russell’s simmering anger was palpable. The oppressive silence during the drive back had been unsettling, and Bell could feel the weight of his unspoken fury pressing down on them.

As soon as the car stopped in the driveway, Russell unbuckled his seatbelt with a sharp, deliberate motion. Without sparing Bell a glance, he stormed out of the car and rounded to their side, yanking the door open with enough force to make Bell flinch. His hand darted in, unbuckling their seatbelt and grabbing their wrist before they could react.

He dragged them out of the car, his grip bruising and unrelenting, before slamming the door shut behind them. Bell stumbled slightly, their heart racing in fear. Russell’s silence was terrifying, and his fury was like a storm waiting to break.

He practically shoved them toward the house, and they stumbled again, barely catching themselves. The front door opened and closed with a foreboding thud, sealing them inside.

Russell released his hold on them, only to shove them further into the room. Bell turned to face him, their chest heaving as they struggled to calm their racing heart.

“I have been so nice to you,” Russell began, his voice low and dangerously calm. It was the kind of calm that promised a storm. “I decided not to kill you in Solvetsky. I went out of my way to ask the CIA to get you a job. I’ve fed you, put a roof over your head, bought you everything you could possibly need—and more. I’ve loved you, cared for you, protected you.”

He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze fixed on them like a predator cornering its prey. “And this is the thanks I get?”

Bell’s breath hitched, and they opened their mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

“You withheld information from me,” he spat, his voice rising with every word. “You didn’t tell me about the journal. You sat there in therapy and spewed some bullshit about Perseus being nice—and you think I wouldn’t find that infuriating? Then you go and lock your journal. Hide it. In my house. And to top it all off, you had the audacity to make that face in therapy when you found out we were married.”

His tone darkened, dripping with venom. “You looked disgusted. Like the very idea repulsed you.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I’ve given you too much freedom, Bell. That’s on me. I’ve been far too lenient with you. But that ends now.”

Something inside Bell snapped. They could no longer contain the emotions boiling within them.

“It’s not fair!” they shouted, tears streaming down their face. Their voice cracked, but they didn’t care.

Russell’s eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened further. “Did you just fucking talk back to me?” he asked, his voice low and deadly.

But Bell didn’t stop. “It’s not fair! Whenever I try to set boundaries or tell you something you don’t want to hear, you get angry! You guilt-trip me, manipulate me, twist my words—make me feel like I’m the one in the wrong!”

Russell’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but Bell didn’t back down.

“I wanted to tell the others about my memories because it’s my choice! The journal is my private thoughts—mine! I don’t owe you access to it! And this marriage—are you serious? When were you going to tell me? When did you even do it? And how did you do it without my consent?”

Bell’s voice broke into sobs, their chest heaving as they finally let everything out.

Russell stood there, shocked, for a brief moment. The sight of Bell standing up to him, their voice raw with emotion, caught him off guard. But his surprise quickly morphed into anger.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he hissed, stepping forward and grabbing their arms in a bruising grip. His voice was low and venomous, each word dripping with possessiveness. “You’re mine, Bell. Mine. To do with as I please. You’re my pet project, my fucking partner, and most importantly—my partner in marriage .”

His grip tightened, making Bell wince. “I own you, Bell. Your soul, your mind—everything that is yours belongs to me. And I’ve got the papers to prove it. So why the fuck would I need your permission for us to get married? You would have accepted it back then.”

Bell’s tears flowed freely, and a part of them knew his words were rooted in truth. But that didn’t make it right.

“It doesn’t matter,” they cried, their voice breaking. “It should have been an us decision—not just you! If you say I’m your partner, I should be your equal! And how dare you call me a fucking pet project!”

Russell’s breathing grew heavier, and for a moment, a flicker of guilt crossed his features. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual calculating demeanor he decided to do what he knows best manipulate.

“Fucking listen to me,” he said, his tone softening just enough to sound remorseful. “I’m sorry for calling you that. I wasn’t thinking. I was angry, baby. You pissed me off.”

He released their arms, brushing a tear from their cheek. “I married you because I needed you to legally stay here—to live, to work. The CIA wouldn’t trust you if we weren’t married. I love you, Bell. I wanted us to be married.”

Bell’s sobs quieted slightly, their mind reeling from his words.

“And like I said before, I didn’t want you to say the wrong thing and have it held against you. That’s why I told you to tell me first. I know the others are teammates, and I trust them, but what if someone was eavesdropping? Or what if they got kidnapped and someone made them tell your secrets? What if someone found you, Bell? Blackmailed you, or—God forbid—killed you? Don’t you see I’m doing this for you because I love you?”

His tone softened even more, the edge fading into an almost pleading cadence. “Do you see my perspective now? That I’m not brainwashing or manipulating you—I’m protecting you.”

Bell sobbed softly into his chest, their anger and confusion giving way to guilt and doubt.

Russell tilted their chin up and kissed them deeply, his grip firm but not painful. Bell hesitated before kissing back, their defenses crumbling completely under the weight of his words.

Satisfied, Russell picked them up, his lips never leaving theirs as he carried them to the bedroom. His mind buzzed with triumph, but his voice was tender as he whispered, “You’re mine, Bell. And I’ll never let you go.”

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Headless Horseman! Adler au idea(open to anyone who wants to give it a go)

(Inspired by The Legend of Sleepy Hollow book narrated by Glenn Close)

Basic is during the chase to escape, Bell/Reader finds his head and gives it to him in the hopes of placating him or just even just getting him distracted enough to buy enough time to cross the bridge. It fails though as they get spirited away by him just as they got to the bridge due to not only finding his missing head(which starts out as a skull but quickly regenerates into flesh after being put back on by its original owner) but being a dead ringer for Russell’s lost love(who he was planning on marrying before the incident that cost him his head and turn him into the headless horseman in the first place)

[yanderestarangel]

☆You Are Mine - Yandere Adler Russell - part 1.

A/N: There will be a second part in the future, when my creativity comes back it's a modern au but nothing that changes the character of Adler.

Tw: Yandere themes, afab reader, male pronouns used, vague description reader.

Yandere adler russell! that when he met you you were helping Mason with some papers for his college internship, to the man's face you were sitting in the big armchair in the living room absentmindedly writing on the clipboard some information about the "experienced fbi agent". you had no idea that he worked at the CIA.

Russell caught eyes on you, looking you up and down while you didn't even mind his entrance.

Mason came from the kitchen soon seeing his old friend, Adler justified his sudden entrance with: "-The door was open and I decided not to wait to be received at the entrance." Giving a slight smile while still greeting his friend, and finally his face lit up with his eyes focused on the lens of his glasses now.

You smiled and soon Mason introduced Russell to you, you were shy at first with the size of the man and his frowning face, but soon you shook his hand lightly and gave an excuse to leave your tutor's house saying that you would be back another time.

Russell saw you leave with some notebooks in your hand, accompanying a backpack on your shoulder, walking casually through the fence and the small white wooden gate already open, following your path.

Russell soon wondered who you were getting a quick explanation from Mason but that didn't satisfy him, he needed more.

So the involuntary encounters took place, all at Mason's house, sometimes you stood in a quiet corner hoping not to disturb both men but Adler always stared at you, he wanted to understand why he was so obsessed with you, if it was your angelic face, if it was your skin that looked so fragrant and soft, if her hands were so delicate. Probably yes.

All the sickest thoughts ran through Russell's head as he stared at you and Mason found himself in the kitchen, getting himself some drink.

Adler then collected all the data about you, where you lived, who you were, your hobbies even your friends and what you had for breakfast, it all started too fast for him.

Adler looked at you as if he were going to let the dirty thoughts that crowded his head get the better of him every time he saw you.

Soon thoughts of him are disturbed by Mason who brought the drinks and finally something seemed to catch Adler's attention, but he couldn't stop looking at you.

You were so oblivious and lost in your thoughts...

He would love to lock you up in a cute, luxurious cage just for you.

Every day, without even saying a word to the man he found himself deluded in a world of dreams and daydreams, he thought you were too shy to speak and throw yourself at his feet, he was mighty the monster of America he could give you and take the world, why did you seem not to care about it?

He's practically begging you to pay attention to him.

Note Adler Russell.

Note your fucking future owner.

Adler now only shows up on days you're at Mason's house, and the way you don't seem to even notice him, you're such a beautiful thing, you shouldn't be so oblivious next to a world of men so wild, they can take advantage. from you.

It was the thought that haunted Adler the most as the man drank his whiskey and put it back on the kitchen counter, looking at the computer one of your pictures taken of you distracted on campus and quickly the man switched to the cameras in his apartment, seeing his beautiful body lying on the covers, you are an angel... Russell's angel.

But Adler's patience ran out and it was his fault, even if you didn't even know it.

The height of Adler's madness was on a Saturday, the man was going to Mason's house early again, it was your last day doing the internship at the man's house and he wasn't going to stop getting closer to you, he in his delirious head, thinks that your smiles of pure sympathy or your "good morning" to him, were like a code for him to take you as his.

Adler was as tidy as ever, a small bag in his hand with the gift you've wanted for ages (Adler listened to all your conversations and notepads and selected the one you wanted most at that moment) he was feeling like a young man in love again. in his house of 46 years old and extremely distorted exciting.

Russell knocked on Mason's door vigorously, soon becoming aware of the sound of water and joyful screams.

The man took a spare key heading towards where the sound was coming from, the back pool.

Seeing you in a bikini, showing off your beautiful skin you were practically naked in Adler's eyes, he didn't even know how to react, you weren't alone, with a boy practically his age with you smiling and very close to each other.

Russell approached, his face serious, asking you where Mason was.

- Mr Russell, he left, as it's my last day here he let me use the pool, he comes back at 12 and-" You spoke sweetly leaving the pool running towards Russell, he swore he wanted to grab you right there over his shoulder and take you from there to the most secluded place he could, don't you get it Y/N? This guy is practically devouring you with his eyes.

Adler thanked himself for wearing a jacket that covered the bulge in his pants and resolved to nod curtly and go back inside.

He wanted to kill the guy who was with you.

It didn't matter if it was a friend or acquaintance or love interest.

Adler wanted to blow the bastard's brains out on the wall.

But he controlled himself as he watched the bulge go down while trying to breathe and calm down.

You had never spoken to him so much either.

Adler was practically jumping up and down with joy, his voice was so sweet he wanted to kneel down and fuck you ass for being so perfect.

A few minutes passed and by some miracle the boy who was accompanying you in the shower left without passing Russell, maybe the dog privilege came in handy this time.

You walked back into the house, wet skin and a button-up shirt covering your ass but there was still a lot of you.

Were you doing it on purpose?

You walked past the older man covering yourself up a bit and trying to look friendly.

He really wanted to understand, didn't you see? He was crazy about you.

You sat across from the man fiddling with his cell phone and sheepishly offering to call your tutor Mason, Adler declined looking at his perfect shy face as he spoke to him, did you notice the bag in front of the man, saying he knew the store and that he should costing a lot for being a designer ( even not knowing what was inside, desperation made you try to arrange something with the man. )

Russell smiled and said it was for you, he lied sweetly saying it was just a souvenir for his internship effort.

You found it strange but happily accepted it, opening up and seeing his present material fixation, you really were in disbelief wondering how he knew.

Your joy was such that even without being intimate with the older man, you quickly got up from your position and hugged him.

Russell couldn't believe it, he hated touch, but his...

He felt like a young man in love again.

He fought the intrusive thoughts and soon hugged you, it didn't last long as Mason had arrived.

Russell left shortly after making up an excuse, saying he would talk to your friend later. Russell felt invigorated and he had a huge problem now, the wetness in his underwear and the feeling of getting rid of anyone who came near you.

[swooning-skulls]

--- character list

blue - currently interested | red - not taking requests | green - no romance | pink - yandere allowed

i will occasionally write characters not on this list, that doesn't mean they will be requestable.

{...live action...}

BULLET TRAIN: Lemon, Tangerine, The Father, The Wolf

COMMUNITY: Jeff Winger, Britta Perry, Annie Edison, Abed Nadir, Troy Barnes, Shirley Bennett, Ben Chang, Dean Craig Pelton

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS: ---coming soon

YOU: Joe Goldberg, Peach Salinger, Guinevere Beck, Candace Stone, Love Quinn, Forty Quinn, Delilah Alves

YELLOWJACKETS: ---coming soon

FALLOUT: Lucy MacLean, Norman MacLean, Chet, Maximus, Thaddeus, Cooper Howard, Lee Moldaver, Bud Askins, Henry "Hank" McLean, Betty Pearson

{...animation...}

A.N.) depending on the continuity, i may decline romantic requests for scooby-doo characters since they're not adults in all continuities.

SCOOBY-DOO (all except hbo velma): Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, Scoobert "Scooby-Doo" Doobert, Fred Jones, Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, Thorn, Luna, Dusk, Vincent van Ghoul

G1 MONSTER HIGH: Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Cleo de Nile, Ghoulia Yelps, Deuce Gorgon, Clawd Wolf, Toralei Stripe, Scarah Screams, Abbey Bominable, Spectra Vondergeist, Operetta, Venus McFlytrap, C.A. Cupid, Nefera de Nile, Mr. D'eath, G. Reaper, Ms. Kindergrubber, Mr. Rotter, Mr. Where

G3 MONSTER HIGH: ---coming soon

SONIC BOOM: ---coming soon

LOVE, DEATH & ROBOTS: ---coming soon

{...video games...}

MARIO FRANCHISE: Mario, Luigi, Pauline, Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, Princess Rosalina, Yoshi, Bridette, Bowser, King Boo, Wario, Waluigi, Vivian, Goombella, Madame Flurrie, Lady Bow

CLASSIC SONIC FRANCHISE: ---coming soon

MODERN SONIC FRANCHISE: ---coming soon

FALLOUT NEW VEGAS: Courier 6, Arcade Gannon, Craig Boone, Lily Bowen, Raul Tejada, Sharon Cassidy, Veronica Santangelo, ED-E, Rex, Christine Royce, Dean Domino, Joshua Graham, Benny 'Gecko', Legate Lanius, Robert House, Ulysses (MORE COMING SOON)

FALLOUT 3: The Lone Wanderer, Butch Deloria, Charon, Clover, Cross, Dogmeat, Fawkes, Jericho, RL-3 (MORE COMING SOON)

FALLOUT 4: Nate, Nora, Cait, Codsworth, Curie, Danse, Deacon, Dogmeat, John Handcock, Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Ada, Old Longfellow, Porter Gage, Bobbi No-Nose, Desdemona, Erikson, Ham, Irma, Kent Connolly, KL-E-0, Pickman, Red Tourette, Swan, Tinker Tom, Travis Miles, Vault-Tec Rep, Whitechapel Charlie (MORE COMING SOON)

COD: COLD WAR: Bell, Russell Adler, Lawrence Sims, Frank Woods, Alex Mason, Dimitri Belikov, Perseus, Vikhor "Stich" Kuzmin

RAINBOW SIX SIEGE: ---coming soon

APEX LEGENDS: ---coming soon

OVERWATCH: Soldier 76, Reinhardt, Sojourn, Mercy, Winston, Tracer, Genji, Mei, Brigitte, Echo, Lucio, Pharah, Zarya, D.Va, Baptiste, Bastion, Doomfist, Moria, Reaper, Widowmaker, Sombra, Sigma, Ramattra, Junker Queen, Roadhog, Junkrat, Wrecking Ball, Hanzo, Ashe, B.O.B., Symmetra, Lifeweaver, Zenyatta, Orisa, Illari , Venture

{...books...}

---NA:

[mockerycrow]

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I write for; male, gn, and fem readers! — This is an xreader only blog! (poly relationships are allowed!)

Please specify the gender, or I will automatically write it as gender neutral. This means say “gn!/male!/fem!”. Saying reader and then using “she/her” will (from now on) just get you gender neutral because that implies the word reader is synonymous with female reader. (It is not!)

I do write nsfw! — you can always ask what I’m willing to write. also, please keep in mind; i’m not the best at sub!reader but i will still write it. i’m good at dom!reader mostly!!

i will not write a man in reference of a “pillow princess”!! that is a sapphic term. thank you :-)

I will not write rape, pedophilia, pseudo-incest, incest, pee (excludes squirting), scat, vomit, barracks bunny, or yandere content. I will do some dark content, but these are some of my limits. This list may also extend.

I WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT WRITE BARRACKS BUNNY CONTENT. STOP ASKING.

DO NOT SEND ME UNIQUE PROMPTS YOU HAVE SENT TO OTHER WRITERS & VICE VERSA.

What I write for; (currently only writing cod).

original modern warfare trilogy + reboot

black ops one, two, and cold war

cod: ghosts, advanced + infinite warfare, cod: ww2

cod x other games/au crossovers (ex. cod x scp, cod x tlou, teleporting into the game, hanahaki disease, etc.)

characters i won’t write for; shepherd, makarov, graves, valeria. list may extend.

please note i am not required to answer your request. as a writer, i have the freedom to write what i want! it’s not personal at all. and please be patient!!

who do you ship me with? — closed

if you request a “141 + [extra character]”, there’s a chance I will either do a couple of characters from that list, or even it’ll likely not be priority. please understand that doing several different reactions can be difficult, especially if these requests happen often!!

If this is not a given; no one has permission to publicly translate my posts and then post them as their own, and you are not allowed to run my work through AI. Do not modify my work.

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[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Yandere Russell Adler (Cod: Cold War) who gets utterly obsessed with Enemy!Reader who refuses to reciprocate his feelings whenever they meet up at the enemy lines? Or when he decides to meticulously capture her himself and use MK-Ultra on her if Stockholm Syndrome doesn’t work?

He's an underrated character when it comes to fanfics here so I'd love to! First Cold War request so I'm hoping I got Adler/the plot right.

Potential Spoilers for Call of Duty: Cold War

Yandere! Russell Adler with Enemy! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Brainwashing/Mind control, Forced relationship, Violence, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Darling is like Bell, Forced touching mentioned.

This feels an awful lot like a Bell situation....

Especially with the whole MK-Ultra thing you mentioned.

Adler is a morally gray character so he'd have no issues with brainwashing and placing false memories into your head.

Especially if he managed to fall or an enemy.

You were most likely in a similar situation as Bell.

You worked for Perseus and saw Adler as your enemy.

You and Adler have met on the battlefield many times before.

You're enemies... but Adler thought otherwise.

For some reason he fell for you.

Hard, too.

Adler tried to ignore such feelings at first.

He should capture you and interrogate you.

You're an enemy, that is all.

Yet he couldn't help but look into you.

You could be useful... if you just fought for the "right side".

He could care for you if you change sides now!

You never listen.

Your situation is a one-sided enemies to lovers trope.

All it takes is one accident to knock you away from Perseus.

Then... you're in his hands.

Very similar to Bell, they try normal interrogation first.

Adler's feelings intensify when he interrogates you.

You're at his mercy... now you have to listen to him.

Adler can't kill you, he doesn't want to.

If he really has formed feelings for you since the battlefield then he tries to avoid such an outcome.

Adler takes advantage of your restraints when interrogating you.

He traces his hands against you and really tries to push his feelings into view.

Essentially it's like he's using seduction to make you talk.

You can really tell how deranged you make him at this point.

He lightly touches your cheek and holds your hand despite the restraints.

He compliments you, he tells you his thoughts about you.

With how fast he's grown attached to you it comes off as jarring.

Once he realizes he isn't getting info or even reciprocation from you then he turns to other means.

MK-Ultra to be exact.

The idea of that is terrifying.

Adler could implant whatever information and memories he wants in that head of yours.

So, he thinks of something more domestic.

Something straight from his fantasies.

The fabricated life you're given is something along the lines of this;

You are the wife of Russell Adler.

You have been together for years.

You are working with the CIA to help track down Perseus as you and Adler met in the military before marrying.

It's something along the lines of that.

Adler would not mind brainwashing you to love him if you were an enemy.

This way you are no longer a threat and he gets to take care of you.

What a win, right?

Like he wanted, it works.

He plays his act well, too.

When you come off all the drugs, given only your first name, and given a command phrase... Adler is there.

He acts like a concerned husband when you awake and comforts your confusion.

Internally, he's smirking.

He's managed to reprogram you successfully.

It feels nice to have such a beautiful woman all to himself now, despite your past.

For the most part you believe him due to the implanted memories.

You cling to him, you tell him you love him.

You believe every word.

His first kiss with you is not the first to you according to your memories.

Adler indulges every moment with you.

Each kiss holds passion and yearning.

Each hug is tight around you as he buries his face into your neck.

You are his, he's done it!

In every way possible he's made you his.

He loves it when you look at him with adoration... even if it's fabricated.

This whole relationship you two share has been carefully created... it's artificial.

That's fine to Adler.

You'd never know the difference, now you'd always dedicate yourself to him and love him as he's always wanted...

If anyone tries to ruin this for him then Adler doesn't mind a bit more blood on his clothes... that's the job, isn't it?

[djloveyou3000]

From a scale of one to psycho how jealous and possessive is Russell and Felix and how far would they go over bell / reader .

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Headless Horseman Adler au Aesthetic

[yanderestarangel]

Yandere Adler Russell ☆

Tw: Yandere themes.

Yandere Adler Russell! Who will spoil you with gifts and sweet words like "My good boy.","You are so good to me...","I want you here so bad baby please I need you." Yandere Adler Russell! Who will protect you from the whole world by placing you as a beautiful and rare sculpture in his farmhouse away from everyone and everyone, no one will even know about you, he can't take that risk of trying to take your sweet treasure.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who just wants you to behave and know your place, you just have to not try to run away, Adler won't ever, ever hit you. On the contrary he lets you hit him if your frustrated or angry he understands but will never lift a finger at you but nothing stops him from doing worse darling things.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who buys everything you want, you just have to ask lovingly and make the pout that only you know, if you do, it's yours.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who loves when you call him "Daddy", "My Lord", "Owner", "My darling." He'll never make you call him that, but if you do, he'll practically melt in your hands right then and there.

Bonus: If you call him that in sex he'll come right away.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who fucks you all over the house, making you ride him with all the power in your hips, (Like I said, he won't force you into anything, but this man is so charming and seductive, you'll bend to him.) He loves to see you on top of him, fuck in the sunset it's practically routine for you two, he doesn't have as much breath because of the cigarette but it sure lasts practically 2 rounds in a row. He also loves to fuck you from behind, shoving it in your hole while holding your waist tightly burying you even more, definitely

Yandere Adler Russell ! He'll mark you completely, hickeys, spankings and bruises will be routine on your skin, he'll take good care of you afterward, telling you how much he loves you and showering you with compliments as he takes your shivering body to the bathroom.

Yandere Adler Russell ! That he will never let you escape, he knows that deep down you still want your freedom but you can't let the only spark in your life go away just like that. He will gently talk to you and ask you not to do anything stupid or rash and that everything he did and does is to keep you safe with him by your side.

Yandere Adler Russell ! That if you really want to try to run away, in a lot of pain it will chase you all over the forest at night, finding you in a matter of seconds and taking you by the wrist, trying not to squeeze so hard, it will also be the only time you will scream at you. He'll apologize when you get home, bandage your wrist and kiss away your tears, saying it was impossible for you to leave his side.

Yandere Adler Russell ! That if you really manage to escape (luckily) you'll go into despair and call all your contacts, did you really forget? He's America's fucking monster, you won't find shelter or employment, your face will be in multiple intelligences and you won't be able to escape, if you're still lucky, and find some friend to give you shelter you're plotting a death horrendous for him, Adler will do nothing to you but torture his friend to death in the worst possible ways.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who surrounded his friend's house with several armed men and cars everywhere, he would talk on the intercom for you to leave if you didn't want your friend to die or for him to hand you over and take your freedom, he didn't call Russell crazy, soon you saw someone come in and lock you up, taking your friend dragged away still alive. You would wake up being carried by Russell, blood all over him, with a cigarette in his lips soon waking you up, he would happily explain that your friend endured 13 hours of torture alive and that it was your fault for being so naughty. You couldn't do anything, if you tried again more people would suffer, deciding to just accept their fate at Russell Adler's side, until the end of their days.

[djloveyou3000]

Belladonna

Chapter seven

Gif by : @restlesscrustacean

Gradually, their breathing slowed, and their eyes fluttered shut. At first, there was darkness—a comforting, empty void. Then, a soft breeze stirred around them, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and fresh grass.

Bell opened their eyes and blinked, momentarily disoriented by the bright sky above them. They sat up, rubbing their eyes, only to freeze when they noticed their hands. They were small—child-sized. Slowly, Bell looked down at their body and gasped. Their arms, legs, and clothes were all that of a six-year-old child.

“What the…” their voice trailed off as they caught the high-pitched tone coming from their mouth. It was unmistakably the voice of a young child. Confusion flooded their senses as they scrambled to their feet. Clutched tightly in their hands was a Hello Kitty plush, its soft fabric worn but familiar.

Panicked, Bell ran to the nearby lake. As they leaned over the water’s edge, they saw their reflection—a wide-eyed six-year-old with soft, rounded features and messy hair. “This can’t be real,” they whispered, clutching the plush to their chest like a lifeline.

Spinning around, they spotted a house in the distance. It looked vaguely familiar, though something about it seemed… off. They hurried toward it, their small legs carrying them through the tall grass. As they reached the front porch, Bell hesitated. “Hello? Is anyone home?” they called, their little voice trembling.

The door creaked open on its own, and Bell stepped inside cautiously. The house smelled faintly of vanilla and something floral, like perfume. It was comforting in an eerie way. However, as they looked around, their unease grew. Objects in the room seemed to glitch, flickering between sharp focus and a blurred haze.

“What the hell is going on?” Bell muttered under their breath, their tiny hands clutching the plush tighter.

They moved deeper into the house, their bare feet padding against the wooden floor. As they entered the living room, their foot caught on a rug, and they tripped. The plush flew out of their hands, landing several feet away. Scrambling to retrieve it, Bell froze when they saw the plush was gone.

“No, no, no,” they whispered, their heart racing. Tears welled in their eyes, and they clenched their fists, wiping angrily at their cheeks. “Why am I crying? I’m grown! I shouldn’t be upset over a stupid toy.” But no matter how much they scolded themselves, the tears continued.

Before their panic could spiral further, a soft tap on their arm startled them. Bell turned and gasped. The Hello Kitty plush stood upright, its tiny stuffed limbs waving at them.

“What in the actual—” Bell began, but the plush raised a paw to their mouth, shushing them. It shook its head firmly, as if scolding Bell for their language. Bell stared, too stunned to move, as the plush pointed toward the living room.

Swallowing hard, Bell followed, their legs shaking. The plush led them to a tall mirror. Bell hesitated before stepping in front of it, staring at their reflection. The child staring back looked hesitant and fragile, clutching the edge of their shirt.

The plush tapped their temple gently, then pointed to a picture frame on a nearby table. Bell picked it up with trembling hands. The photo showed them as a child, clutching the same plush, flanked by a boy and a girl, with two adults standing behind them. But everyone’s faces were blurred, their identities hidden. Bell’s heart ached as they stared at the photo, a strange mix of familiarity and alienation washing over them.

The plush leapt off Bell’s shoulder and scurried toward a small door. Bell followed, crouching to crawl through the opening. On the other side, they found themselves outside again, lying on the grass.

Groaning, Bell sat up, disoriented. “What is happening?” they muttered. The plush waved at them from a distance, motioning for them to follow.

A soft tap on their arm drew their attention. The plush was standing there, waving at them once more. It turned and began running toward the house again.

“Why do you keep running?” Bell yelled, their small legs working overtime to keep up. “Wait up!”

The plush ran inside the house, and Bell followed, stumbling slightly as they entered. This time, the living room was different. Two children sat on the floor playing with toys, while two adults sat on the couch, watching over them. But everything was frozen, and all their faces were blurred, just like in the photo.

Bell stopped in their tracks, their breath hitching. A deep sense of familiarity washed over them, but it was laced with confusion and pain.

“Who… who are they?” Bell whispered, their small voice trembling. Their heart ached as if it knew something their mind couldn’t grasp.

The plush climbed onto Bell’s shoulder again, softly nuzzling their cheek and wiping away the tears that had started to fall. Bell hugged it tightly, burying their face in its soft fabric. For the first time since this strange journey began, they felt safe.

After a while, the plush jumped down and handed Bell a tissue. Bell laughed softly through their tears and wiped their face, then followed the plush to the kitchen. It pointed at the trash can, and Bell giggled as they threw the tissue away.

Then the plush jumped down and motioned for Bell to follow again the smell of fresh-baked sweets filled the air. Bell hesitated, but the sight of a tray of pastries was too tempting to resist. They took a bite of a small cake, and the taste was incredible—warm, familiar, and so comforting it made Bell tear up again.

“This… it tastes like home,” Bell whispered, taking another bite. Yet it was confusing—something about it also felt strange and distant.

As Bell savored the sweets, the plush bolted toward a small door at the far end of the kitchen. Bell’s mouth was still full when they noticed. “Hey! Wait up!” they mumbled, sliding toward the door.

.

But before they could finish, the plush bolted toward the small door again.

“Not again,” Bell groaned, stuffing the rest of the sweet into their mouth as they hurried after it. Crawling through the door, they found themselves outside once more.

With a resigned sigh, Bell got to their feet and trudged after it. This time, the plush led them away from the house, toward a small village in the distance. As they entered the village, Bell noticed that everything was still—eerily so. People stood frozen in place, their faces blurred like in the photo.

Bell wandered the streets, their unease growing with each step. Suddenly, the peaceful scene flickered, and the village transformed. Buildings were charred, smoke filled the air, and bodies littered the streets. The acrid scent of blood and ash overwhelmed Bell as they froze in place, staring at the horrific sight.

Just as quickly as it appeared, the scene reverted to normal. Bell stumbled back, clutching their chest. Their breathing was ragged, and they felt tears streaming down their face.

The plush climbed onto Bell’s shoulder, nuzzling their cheek in comfort. Bell reached up and touched it gently, finding its presence oddly reassuring despite everything. “What… is this place?” they whispered, their voice trembling.

The sky above began to shift, transitioning rapidly from day to night, as if days were passing in seconds. Bell followed the plush, walking through the changing landscape until the village disappeared from view.

In the distance, Bell spotted a group of soldiers gathered around a campfire. Their hearts sank as they recognized one of the men—Arash. Fury bubbled within them as they clenched their small fists.

Suddenly, they felt eyes on them. Turning slowly, they locked eyes with a young Perseus. His gaze was sharp, piercing, and full of curiosity. Bell gasped, stumbling back—

And then they woke up.

Bell shot upright on the couch, their chest heaving as they struggled to calm their racing heart. The room spun for a moment before they registered their surroundings.

“Bell?” Russell’s deep voice was close, his hand warm on their face. His aviators were gone, and his eyes were filled with concern and quiet intensity. “Are you okay?”

Bell looked at him, still disoriented. His gaze held an unspoken demand, a silent insistence that Bell tell him everything.

The clock on the wall showed that two hours had passed. Doctor Leslie smiled gently as she handed Bell their Hello Kitty necklace. “You did great today. That’s enough for now. Go home and rest.”

Bell clutched the necklace tightly, their mind racing with questions. “What… was that?” they murmured, the vivid images of the dream still fresh in their mind. As they glanced at Russell’s dark expectant expression, they knew one thing for certain—he wouldn’t stop until he had answers.

[djloveyou3000]

Belladonna

Chapter fifteen

Gif by : @alexxmason

Bell chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. They leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his temple, and whispered, “Morning, you grumpy old man.”

Careful not to wake him, Bell slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. By the time they finished their morning routine and came back into the room, Russell was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with a cigarette in hand. His sharp eyes met theirs, and his lips curved into that familiar smug smirk.

“Morning, trouble,” he greeted, his voice still husky with sleep.

Bell rolled their eyes playfully. “Good morning, Mr. Golden Retriever.”

Russell huffed, flicking ash into the tray on the nightstand. “I’m not cute, and I definitely don’t fetch,” he muttered, though the small smirk playing on his lips betrayed his annoyance.

Bell grinned but let it go. After a quick breakfast from room service, the two packed their things and hit the road again, the warm morning sun bathing the world in a soft glow.

As they drove, Bell couldn’t help but poke at Russell, their fingers prodding at his cheek repeatedly.

“Are we there yet?” Poke.

“No.”

“Where are we going?” Poke.

“Still not telling.”

Bell huffed, crossing their arms but quickly recovered, a mischievous grin spreading across their face. “You know,” they began dramatically, “there’s this very true story I heard. It says if you tell your spouse where you’re taking them on a road trip, you get good luck, cold pillows, and refreshing water. But if you don’t…” They trailed off for effect.

Russell glanced at them with a raised brow. “Go on.”

“You get bad luck, warm pillows, and lukewarm water. And”—Bell paused dramatically—“you go bald. Like Hudson.”

The car screeched to a halt as Russell slammed the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. He turned to Bell, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed, his tone deadly. “What did you just say?”

Bell froze, their eyes wide. “Oh, shit,” they whispered, then bolted out of the car.

Russell was out of his seat in an instant, chasing after them. “Get back here, you little brat!”

Bell laughed as they ran, darting around the open area. “I need stairs! Your arch-nemesis will defeat you!” they shouted dramatically, their voice full of mock defiance.

Russell growled, his pace quickening. “You’re about to regret every word that came out of your mouth.”

“Na-na-na, old man! Catch me if you can!” Bell teased, but their laughter turned into a yelp as Russell caught them by the waist, lifting them off the ground.

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” Russell growled darkly, carrying them back to the car.

Let’s just say, Russell made sure Bell thoroughly learned their lesson in the backseat, his methods ensuring they wouldn’t dare mock his hair again anytime soon.

Back on the road, Bell sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat, their face flushed as they shifted in their seat, clearly sore. Russell, however, was the picture of smug satisfaction, one hand on the wheel and the other holding a cigarette. He glanced at Bell, blowing out a puff of smoke with a wicked grin.

“Feeling sore, sweetheart?”

Bell glared at him but refused to answer, pouting as they turned to look out the window.

Russell chuckled darkly. “Did you learn your lesson?”

When Bell didn’t respond, Russell reached over, gripping their chin and forcing them to meet his gaze. “I said, did you learn your fucking lesson? Or do you need me to pull over and remind you again?”

Bell quickly shook their head. “No, sir. I’m sorry,” they mumbled.

Russell’s smirk deepened as he let go, leaning over to press a lingering kiss to their lips before pulling away just enough to blow smoke into their mouth. Bell coughed, glaring at him again, but Russell only laughed.

“That’s my Bell,” he murmured, patting their thigh.

Hours later, Bell’s discomfort was replaced with excitement as they began to catch glimpses of the ocean. The sparkling blue waves stretched endlessly, the golden sun making the water glisten like diamonds.

“Is that…?” Bell leaned forward, their eyes wide as they tried to get a better look.

Russell smirked, pulling into a private driveway that led to a stunning beachfront property. “We’re here,” he announced, parking the car and turning off the engine.

Bell stared in awe, their jaw dropping. “What is this place?”

Russell got out of the car, walking around to open Bell’s door for them. “It’s my beach house,” he said casually, as though it wasn’t the most impressive thing ever.

Bell turned to him, their mouth opening and closing like a fish. “You have a beach house?!”

Russell chuckled, grabbing their hand and pulling them toward the front door. “I’ve had it for years. I just never found the right moment to bring you here—until now.”

The beach house was breathtaking, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the ocean. The sound of waves crashing and the salty sea air filled the space, creating a perfect sense of serenity.

Bell turned to Russell, their eyes shining with excitement. “This is incredible.”

Russell smirked, wrapping his arms around their waist. “Told you you’d love it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to their temple.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the two stood together on the balcony, watching the waves roll in. For now, all teasing and banter were set aside as they soaked in the beauty of their surroundings, the promise of a peaceful getaway stretching ahead.

[djloveyou3000]

Belladonna

Chapter four

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Russell raised a brow, taking a mental note to bring it up in the future—how innocent Bell looked at that moment, lost in their own little world. His jaw clenched as he observed the lock on the journal, a clear sign that Bell had taken steps to keep it hidden. His mind raced, wondering what else they might be hiding from him.

Secrets weren’t something he could tolerate, especially from Bell. Oh, especially from Bell.

The journal felt like a window into parts of Bell’s life that he couldn’t see, and he hated that. If he could, he’d crack their skull open, dig into their mind, and view every memory like a film reel. He’d keep the ones he wanted for himself, lock away what Bell didn’t need to remember, and ensure that everything about them belonged solely to him.

Their age, name, birthplace, family—every detail. When had they met Perseus? What was their relationship to him? Were they ever in love before? And if so, with who? Russell’s jaw tightened at the mere thought. If anyone had dared to claim Bell’s heart before him, he’d ensure they suffered a slow, excruciating demise.

America’s monster always gets what he wants, after all.

Russell’s thoughts took a darker turn as he wondered about Bell’s past. Did they ever have children—biological, adopted, or through surrogacy? If so, those children would also belong to him. He would ensure they were his family, too, and Bell’s past wouldn’t matter. And if Bell didn’t have children? Well, that could be arranged.

He never thought about having kids with his ex-wife. The feelings he had for her were nowhere near what he felt for Bell. But Bell was different. With Bell, the idea of children wasn’t just tolerable; it was intoxicating.

And marriage…well, that was a topic Russell had taken into his own hands. He glanced at Bell, a small, secretive smirk tugging at his lips. They didn’t know yet, but legally, things had already been handled. Russell was confident that once they found out, Bell would love it. He’d made sure of that. Whether they liked it at first or not, they’d grow to appreciate it—and him.

He was drawn back to the present by Bell waving their hands and the journal in his face. “HELLO! RUSSELL ADLER! RUSS! ROBBY! ROBERT REDFORD! RUSSELL THOMAS ADLER! RUSSET POTATO!” Bell’s exasperated but playful tone filled the room, breaking his dark thoughts.

Russell blinked, his focus snapping back to Bell. Hearing them call him “Russet Potato” earned a sarcastic, “Ha. Ha. Very funny, Bell.”

Bell grinned proudly.

“Are you proud of yourself?” he asked, smirking.

“Very,” Bell replied with a nod, their smile widening.

He scoffed but grinned, stepping closer to grab Bell’s hips and pull them chest-to-chest. His hands slid to cup their face as he kissed their cheeks, nose, lips, and forehead. Then, he rested his head against theirs, closing his eyes. Bell felt a warmth bloom in their chest, leaning into him and hugging him tightly in return.

“You know,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to look into their eyes. “Hello Kitty?” he chuckled, clearly amused.

Bell shrugged, unbothered. “Got a problem, punk?” They smirked, mock-threatening him.

Russell chuckled, mocking fear. “Oh no, don’t hurt me. I was just asking.”

Bell rolled their eyes and tugged at their necklace, revealing a Hello Kitty charm that doubled as a key. They opened the lock on the journal and handed it to him. “Like I said at the party, it’s all jumbled,” they said.

Russell flipped through the pages, his gaze narrowing as he read. There were words, sketches of a lake house, a red door, and scattered memories of Perseus and Arash. One page read:

“That guy never liked me. Always jealous and competitive. He shot me because I was close to Perseus. Perseus always looked kind to me, like he cared. He was always encouraging and praising me. I guess we were close.”

Russell’s expression darkened. “‘Perseus was kind and encouraging,’” he repeated bitterly. He didn’t like the idea of anyone being that close to Bell.

Bell, unaware of his rising jealousy, continued. “That’s just what I remember, Russ. He didn’t treat anyone else that way, at least from what I can recall. But there’s still so much missing,” they added, their tone a mix of sadness and frustration.

Russell clenched his jaw but quickly pointed to the drawing of the lake house. “You said this might be your childhood home? And you hear muffled voices?”

“Yeah,” Bell replied. “I can never see any faces, but there’s always a man and a woman, and other kids. It’s always that house, and I’m seeing it from a child’s point of view.”

Russell watched Bell, his hand resting lightly on their shoulder as they stared at the drawing in the journal. The sadness in their eyes was unmistakable, a longing for answers they might never have. It tugged at something deep in him—a mix of hatred for seeing them so vulnerable and an undeniable love for the way they leaned on him in those moments. He wanted to fix it all, to erase the hurt, but only on his terms.

“It’s late,” he said gently, his voice soft yet commanding. “You’ve had a lot to drink. Let’s change, shower, and get to bed. You’ve got that appointment tomorrow, remember?”

Bell hesitated, reacting for the journal in Russell’s hand. “Wait, but—”

Russell cut them off with a quiet but firm, “Don’t.” His gaze locked onto theirs, intense and unyielding. “Don’t you trust me? Don’t you love me?”

Bell froze, the weight of his words sinking in. Guilt washed over them like a tide. “Of course I do,” they said quickly, their voice trembling. They stepped closer, hugging him tightly and burying their face in his chest.

“That’s my Bell,” Russell murmured softly, his lips brushing against their temple as he wrapped his arms around them. His voice was soothing, but his eyes flickered with something darker.

Bell opened their mouth to argue again, but Russell stopped them with a look that made their breath catch. His tone shifted, firmer now, almost possessive. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Don’t you trust me? Don’t you love me?”

“I do,” Bell whispered, tears welling up in their eyes. They hated the thought of disappointing him.

“Good,” Russell said, his tone softening as he held them closer. His hand moved to their back, stroking soothingly. Then he leaned down, pressing a deep, deliberate kiss to their lips. Bell kissed him back, their resistance melting away as they clung to him.

Later, as they lay in bed, Bell was curled against his chest, fast asleep. Their breathing was soft and even, and their face looked so peaceful, so innocent, free of the burdens they carried while awake. Russell stayed awake, his hand gently stroking their hair. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, his mind racing with thoughts of the future.

He leaned down, pressing featherlight kisses to their cheeks, nose, eyelids, and finally their lips. His lips lingered, savoring the moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against their skin. Bell stirred slightly but didn’t wake, instead nestling closer to him.

Russell tightened his hold, his smirk darkening as he watched their sleeping face. His thoughts turned possessive, his plans falling into place. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Bell is mine. Every part of them. And I’ll make sure no one takes them from me—not Perseus, not their family, not anyone.

He pressed a lingering kiss to their forehead, his smirk softening briefly into something close to affection. As his eyes finally closed, he held Bell tightly, as if they were his lifeline. All the while, one thought echoed in his mind:

All mine.

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Belladonna

Chapter twenty three

“So,” Bell said with a sly grin, their tone teasing, “how are things with you and Lazar?”

Helen’s cheeks turned a deep pink, and she immediately stumbled over her words. “W-we’re good! I mean, we’re fine. We’re… uh, just friends, you know—”

Bell arched a brow, their grin widening. “Helen and Lazar sitting in a tree…” they began to sing mischievously, drawing out every word. “K-I-S-S-I-N—”

Before they could finish, Helen clamped her hand over Bell’s mouth, her coffee nearly sloshing over the rim. “Shh! Do you have no shame?” she hissed, glancing around them as though someone might overhear. “We’re in public!”

Bell snorted and pulled Helen’s hand away, smirking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They held their hands up in mock surrender but added with a playful glint in their eye, “Just teasing.”

Helen rolled her eyes, her cheeks still pink, but Bell wasn’t done. “But seriously,” they pressed, nudging Helen’s arm, “Russell told me you took Lazar to England. England, Helen. That doesn’t sound like ‘just friends’ to me. Spill the tea, girl!”

Helen’s blush deepened, and she looked down at her coffee. “Oh, that? We just went as friends!” she said, her voice a bit too quick and defensive to be convincing.

Bell stopped walking and turned to face her, fixing Helen with the most unimpressed look imaginable. They crossed their arms and deadpanned, “Yeah, and unicorns are real.”

Helen groaned and lightly swatted Bell’s arm. “Oh, shush!”

Bell raised an eyebrow. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, then I’m not sharing any details about me and Russ.”

“Oh, you little—” Helen muttered, grabbing Bell by the wrist and dragging them toward her car.

By the time they’d climbed into Helen’s vehicle, the blonde had calmed down slightly, though her determination to get information out of Bell was still burning strong. As they buckled up, Helen tried again. “Alright, so as I was saying—”

Before she could finish, a car swerved dangerously close to theirs, cutting them off with no signal. Helen slammed the brakes, the car jerking slightly forward.

“What the bloody hell?!” Helen barked, her British accent deepening with her fury. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel, and her previously composed demeanor evaporated like mist in the sun. “What absolute moron gave you a license, you knobhead?!”

Bell, who had been mid-sip of their coffee, froze. They glanced at Helen nervously. “Uh… Helen, maybe let it go—”

“Oh, hell no!” Helen interrupted, her tone icy and full of rage. “Bell, put the bloody window down. I need to have a word with this tosser.”

Bell hesitated but ultimately obeyed, lowering the passenger-side window.

The driver of the offending car, oblivious or simply arrogant, glanced back and flipped them off. That was the last straw.

Helen’s face turned a furious shade of red. “OH, YOU ABSOLUTE PRAT! COME BACK HERE!” she screeched, slamming her foot on the gas. The car lurched forward as she pursued the man, weaving through traffic with the determination of a predator chasing prey.

Bell clung to the door handle, their amusement rapidly giving way to mild terror. “Helen, maybe we should just let it—”

“Not another word, Bell!” Helen snapped, her voice thunderous. She leaned out the window slightly to yell, “YOU THINK YOU CAN DRIVE LIKE A TWAT AND GET AWAY WITH IT? THINK AGAIN!”

The man in the other car, realizing too late he’d messed with the wrong woman, began to speed up, but Helen wasn’t backing down.

Bell sat back in their seat, torn between laughter and fear. They watched as Helen’s typically polite, composed demeanor unraveled completely, giving way to a torrent of curses that would make a sailor blush.

“Is she really chasing him?” Bell muttered to themself, though the answer was obvious.

The chase went on for several blocks, weaving through the city streets, until the man made a critical mistake: he turned down a dead-end road.

Helen smirked triumphantly as she pulled up behind him and slammed the car into park. “Stay here,” she ordered Bell, her tone eerily calm.

Bell watched in stunned silence as Helen stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The man rolled down his window, perhaps intending to apologize, but Helen was having none of it.

“YOU!” she shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done, you bloody git? Cutting me off, flipping me off—do you have a death wish?!”

The man stammered, clearly unprepared for the hurricane that was Helen. She didn’t wait for a response. She yanked open his car door, grabbed him by the collar, and unleashed another tirade of colorful insults, her voice echoing off the walls of the dead-end alley.

To Bell’s absolute shock, Helen reached into the man’s car and yanked the steering wheel clean off its base. Holding it up like a trophy, she turned on her heel and marched back to her own car.

Bell blinked as Helen climbed back into the driver’s seat and casually handed them the wheel. “For you,” Helen said simply, her tone calm and sweet.

Helen started the car and drove off as if nothing had happened, humming a cheerful tune under her breath. She even managed to flip the man off one last time as they exited the dead-end.

The car was silent for a few minutes as Bell tried to process what had just happened. They kept sneaking glances at Helen, who now seemed utterly unbothered, as though she hadn’t just destroyed a man’s vehicle and ego.

“Is there something wrong, Bell, dear?” Helen asked, her voice light and innocent, her eyes still on the road.

Bell quickly shook their head. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

“Good,” Helen said with a serene smile. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Tell me about you and Adler.”

Bell groaned, sinking into their seat. “After that? I think I need a minute to recover…”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Helen said, waving a hand dismissively. “Now, spill, or I’ll start singing K-I-S-S-I-N-G of you and Adler .”

Bell sighed, knowing they were defeated. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

Helen’s grin widened as she turned onto a quieter street, ready to hear all the juicy details. For now, her road rage was behind her—but Bell made a mental note never to sit in the passenger seat again.

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Belladonna

Chapter eight

“You know you’re going to tell me everything,” Russell’s rough voice finally broke the silence, deep and commanding. It wasn’t a question or a suggestion—it was a demand.

Bell’s heart sank at his tone. It was the same voice he had used back in West Berlin when they uncovered the horrifying truth of their brainwashing. They’d hoped to never hear that side of him again.

But they weren’t ready to talk. Not now. “No,” Bell muttered, still staring at their lap. “I’m not in the mood. I need time to process.”

The air in the car seemed to grow heavier.

Russell’s jaw ticked, and his patience wore thin. He yanked the car to the side of the road with a sharp turn, the tires screeching as he slammed the brakes. Bell jerked forward, startled, and before they could react, Russell removed his seatbelt and turned toward them.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Bell flinched as his hand shot out, gripping their chin and forcing them to look at him. His eyes were sharp, piercing through them with a mix of anger and frustration, gripping their jaw in a way that made it impossible to turn away. The strength of his hold left Bell’s skin throbbing, and their eyes widened in fear.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he sneered. “Repeat what you just fucking said.”

They tried to pry his hand off, but he only tightened his grip, his other hand pinning their wrists with ease.

“REPEAT. WHAT. YOU. JUST. SAID,” Russell snapped, his voice booming inside the confined space of the car. “I thought I made it perfectly clear—you tell me fucking everything!”

Bell’s wide eyes glistened with fear as they tried to pull away, but Russell’s grip only tightened.

“Bell,” he snapped, his voice growing louder. “I thought I made it perfectly clear—you tell me everything. No exceptions!”

Tears began to blur Bell’s vision, their chest tightening as panic set in.

Seeing their tears, Russell’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Oh, is my baby crying now?” he mocked, his tone cold and taunting. “You should’ve listened to me the first time.”

The tears fell freely now, and Bell struggled to free themselves, but Russell’s otter hand gripped hardder , pinning their wrists in place.

“You think I’m going to let this slide?” he hissed. “Do I need to drill it into your skull, Bell?”

Leaning in closer, he took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke directly into Bell’s face. The unexpected action made them cough, their small, broken voice only fueling his dominance.

“You look so pretty like this,” he said softly, his tone shifting into something unsettlingly smooth. His thumb brushed against their trembling lips. “All teary-eyed and vulnerable. I could just fuck you right here, and you wouldn’t stop me, would you?”

Bell froze, their mind reeling at his words. The Russell they thought they knew—the one who had promised to protect them—was nowhere to be found in this moment.

But just as quickly as the darkness in his voice came, it was replaced with a soothing, almost apologetic tone. His grip loosened, and he cupped their face gently, wiping away their tears with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to their forehead. “I don���t know what came over me.”

Bell blinked up at him, confused and trembling, their chest heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

Russell unbuckled their seatbelt and pulled them into his lap, cradling them as though they were the most fragile thing in the world. His hands stroked their back, his lips brushing over their temple, then trailing down to press lingering kisses along their hairline.

“You just made me so mad,” he whispered against their skin. “It hurts me to see you confused and shutting me out. I just want to help you. Can’t you see that?”

Bell’s throat tightened at his words, but before they could reply, he pulled back just enough to meet their gaze, his own eyes shimmering with feigned pain.

“When you don’t let me in,” he continued, his voice cracking just enough to sound sincere, “it makes me feel like you don’t trust me. Don’t love me. Do you hate me, Bell? Am I really just a monster to you?”

He removed his aviators, letting them see the raw vulnerability he was projecting.

“No,” Bell said quickly, their voice trembling. “No, that’s not it! I trust you—I love you!”

They clung to him desperately, their tears soaking into his shirt as they sobbed into his chest. “I’m sorry,” they whispered over and over again, their hands clutching at him like a lifeline.

Russell’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he stroked their hair, his hand occasionally dipping to brush against their tear-streaked cheeks. “That’s my good little Bell,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of pride.

His lips found theirs, kissing them deeply and possessively, leaving no room for hesitation. Bell melted into the kiss, their resolve completely shattered as they clung to him.

“Shh, it’s okay now,” he cooed, pulling away just enough to kiss their forehead again. “I forgive you.”

Exhausted and emotionally drained, Bell eventually fell asleep against his chest. Russell looked down at them, brushing a strand of hair from their face as a dark satisfaction flickered in his gaze.

Carefully, he started the car again, driving home with Bell still curled up in his lap. Once they arrived, he slipped out of the car, carrying them bridal-style into the house.

In their shared bedroom, he laid them gently on the bed, undressing them with meticulous care. He replaced their clothes with fresh undergarments and soft pajamas, his hands lingering a little too long as he dressed them.

After tucking them under the covers, he leaned down to press a final kiss to their forehead, brushing his fingers through their hair.

Standing over them, he lit another cigarette, the glow from the embers casting shadows across his face. His thoughts were a swirling mix of darkness and possessiveness, tinged with a twisted sense of love.

“You’ll always be mine, Bell,” he whispered, his voice low and firm. “No matter what.”