Saccharine
Content warning: Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, stalking, abuse, dubious consent, non con, unhealthy obsession, violence. Will add more warnings in the future (this is a preview of the fic I'm writing)
You wonder how life would've been if you never met Edgar. Moving to this small town was a mistake and you should have stayed with your brother when he begged you. Now you're on a train back home to your family, wondering how life could've been if you never met that man.
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Edogawa Ranpo knew a lot of things.
But not how to show any weakness in front of the others without feeling ashamed by it.
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Ranpoe's missing moments from their "ADA's rescue mission", featuring an emotional constipated Ranpo, a smitten and whipped Poe and some healthy communication. With some help.
Hurt/Comfort, Getting together, set during chapter 80/between 80 and 81
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48876475
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Hellooooo!! I hope you are doing well Nym, I've been thinking of watching Seraph of the end and hearing tickle ideas/moments might be the final nail in the coffin!
I also won't lie, I saw your new special menu and practically ran because your work is always so amazing and cute and never fails to brighten my day
On that note, may I ask for a liiiiittle order of Ranpoe 🍉🥡? I hope you enjoy writing this as much as I'm sure to enjoy reading it
🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋
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“Huh? Where’s my last chocolate bar?” Ranpo frowned into the basket between him and his partner, rifling through it as though it would magically make said item reappear from thin air.
Poe frowned back at him, a tiny crease on the corner of his mouth tipping the detective off that he was nervous. “But…you brought three of them. I thought they were for us to share. At least, I assumed one was for me…”
Ranpo stopped his rifling and glanced up very slowly at the taller man, who shrunk back a tiny bit. “You ate it?”
“I thought you said we were sharing this picnic,” Poe defended himself, though that worried crease never vanished. “We split everything else.”
It had been nice, actually. Poe didn’t get away from his work much, so while at first he was stressed that Ranpo was dragging him from his desk and writing tools to enjoy a lunch in the great outdoors, after a while he’d relaxed and actually found himself having a good time. He’d considered himself lucky to have a boyfriend that looked out for him.
But now…
Ranpo closed the top of the very stereotypical picnic basket and blinked. “You know I love my snacks, Eddie.”
“I…I’m sorry,” Poe tried.
“Now I’ll have to tickle you.”
The poor writer barely had a chance to register the wiggling fingers Ranpo was teasing him with before he’d been pushed onto his back on the blanket, said fingers digging roughly into his sides and ribs. He desperately tried to suppress the shriek that rose up in response, but after only a few moments he couldn’t help but toss his head back and cackle into the warm spring air, gripping the detective’s arms as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohoho, I’m sohohohohohohohory, Ran!”
“Not good enough,” his partner said matter-of-factly, though if Poe had been at all coherent he’d have seen the teasing smile on the smaller man’s face. “I won’t stop until I have you snorting with laughter.”
“Whahahahahahaha?! But thahahahahahahat’s embahahahahaharrassing – Rahahahahahahanpo!” Poe tried to squirm away, but his boyfriend plopped himself on his lap to keep him in place, tickling wildly along his ribs, sides, and belly – the trifecta of ticklishness that always had the author begging for mercy. “Plehehehehehehehease, stohohohohohohohohop!”
“You know what I want to hear~”
Then Ranpo found the special spot that made Poe spasm like he’d been electrocuted, his laughter heightening to the point it went silent, followed very shortly by a loud, adorable snort.
“There it is,” the detective said with a grin, slowing to a stop as promised. He chuckled as his boyfriend regained his breath and brushed his bangs from his eyes. “I’m just messing with you, Eddie. The last chocolate bar was for you – I just wanted an excuse to tickle you. You never let yourself really laugh unless it’s just the two of us, you know?”
Poe blushed, bringing his hand up to rest atop Ranpo’s on his cheek. “Thanks, Ran.”
Ranpo grinned with pride and leaned down to kiss him. “Anytime.”
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