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woodlandpoetic · 5 years

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One-Shot RQ. {Savior}

@ininteligibleart asked:

Idk if you still doing request but here comes one, ¿what about a Kidnaped Reader who's beign saved by Leon, Ada, Claire and Chris, bc they are friends of reader? Srry for my english im from latam, greetings from Chile ¡I love your work! Keep going

Pairing: None

Fandom: Resident Evil

Based around: RE4

Theme: Action

Warnings: Cussing

Writer’s Note: I’m so SO sorry this is beyond overdue!! Life’s gotten in the way of my writings and it’s frustrating, but sitting as a draft for a bit I FINALLY got it done!! This was actually super fun to write and I loved every part of it! Thank you for requesting from me love! ♡

Your eyes slowly flutter open, feeling your head dangle from your neck like a grapevine you feel panic quickly settle into you. The room is barely lit from where you sat, till about a few inches in front of you— gloomy red lights hung over your head. ‘Don’t panic,’ you attempt to pull your arms back forward to only feel zip ties tightly cuffed around your wrists and chair, causing you to shift harshly back and forth in hopes they’d snap. Nothing. You don’t remember how you ended up here, where you were, all you could get a glimpse of was being sent on this mission and arriving on sight. That’s it. Everything beyond that was a blur, causing a massive headache to wash over you, your head hanging once again wincing in pain. Your arms tugged relentlessly at the tightened zip ties, feeling the chair shift creek beneath you. Shit wooden chair, this should be easier than it’s portrayed to you— although deep down you were hoping your group would find you. The eerie lighting covering the room didn’t help in settling your nerves to concentrate, lifting your head again to peer around.

“Ah, Miss {Y/N}.” A voice spoke deeply through a muffled speakers above you, echoing through the room you had been enclosed in. Your head snapped to the right of you in response to the muffled voice, “Bastard.” You growled. A deep, static laugh skidded out from the speakers in response to your bottled anger.

“For such a strong, stealthy woman, you really let yourself slip this time.” The unknown male voice scoffed, “Pathetic.” Your head lazily flicked itself back with a smirk on your face, staring at the ceiling. The red lights barely skimmed the ceiling, faintly outlining the speakers lined vertical across it.

“A woman doesn’t let herself slip.” You scoffed, “Its a little disappointing it took you *this long* to get me at this mercy state.” Sarcasm escapes your tone, the voice chuckling in response. You kept tugging your arms outwards, though, the creaking and splitting of wood began to loosen the two arms of the chair behind you.

“Well, with you, it’s a different story.”

“Ohhh, still mad about that night, huh?” You laughed in response, “Don’t you worry, I know you’re angry with me. So sorry I had to dip like that.”

An irritable grunt came from the speakers, if you learned anything from Ada— it was the stealth and persuasive/sarcastic tone. Heading the wood crack, you chuckled under your breaths.

“I’m a little disappointed in you, as well.” His voice bellowed over the speakers, “{Y/N.}” Dragging our your name, you responded in a disgusted tone.

“And why’s that, Rac?” You chided, although getting sick of the small talk he was prolonging on. You wondered if your team was coming after you, although you should be more aware they need you on this team.

“You joined Redfield’s rambunctious team, although I offered you this more... luxurious high-end job.” He denounced, you shake your head with a prolonged, sarcastic sigh.

“I don’t join teams, love, I play solo on my missions. They needed me, I took the job for now. You sound disgustingly jealous, Rac, that’s not like you.” Reassuring his jealousy in dragged out sarcasm, you hear a sigh, then beeping across the room. Your smirk instantly fades as your head snaps forward, seeing a bright flashing red light about six feet in front of you. Groans of the undead stumble out from the sliding doors,

“You fucking..REALLY.”

“You should learn to behave yourself, {Y/N.} Or, at most, who you come into contact with.” You hear the speakers click off, staring at the undead quickly making their way to you as they notice you sitting away from them.

“At least make it interesting and get a metal chair next time, Rac.” Lifting up from the chair, breaking the two pegs off from the seat of the chair. Pressing the back part of the chair against your back, you harshly ripped your arms forward— snapping the back into two pieces.

“Okay, not what I wanted. But it works.”

The herd quickly made their way to you, god these things moved like hell-hounds. Swinging your left arm in front of them, you threw your other arm up as your melee defense against them. Puncturing the zombie’s skull with the sharpened end by your elbow, pushing yourself through the semi-big herd. You kept going, these stakes of the chair worked good as a defense from the herd biting you. Practically shoving your elbow into the nasty fucks, you found the door, the opening you gave yourself provided a brief minute to get through the door and quickly smash the button on the other side to close it. You hit the other side of the hall, catching your breath and gathering your now—new surroundings. Lifting up your right leg, you pulled out a pocket knife from your boot— flicking it open as you sliced the zip ties off of your wrists.

“Fucking zip ties.” Rubbing your wrists as you pushed yourself up away from the wall, you were in a testing—lab of some sort. White walls with black lined bottoms dividing the wall straight across, heavy duty metal doors lined down the left side from where yours stood. A glass rounded window peeked at the corner of your door, wrapping around, causing you to round the corner to see where you just were.

“Still has to find a way to see me.” You shook your head, suddenly the halls went dark, those familiar red lights lining the halls now.

Building on lock-down, staff must respond to their safety lined departure rooms.

“Of course. Never this easy for me.” The voice repeated in the background several times as you made your way down the maze like halls, the lights have the building a more eerie like tone to it. Not like seeing the, infected bodies in the glass water-casing, or in plexi-glass casing just staring at you. Seeing someone round the other corner about a foot away from you, your back quickly hit the other side from where you stood.

“And all I got is a knife.. great.” Peering the corner to check your surroundings, you feel a hand grab your upper arm. Habitual instinct, you slam your gripped arm into, who you assumed was either Rac or his men, into the wall as you swing your body and other knife-gripped hand up to the person’s neck. Using your knee to pin one of their legs to the wall, it took you a brief second to recognize who it was.

He didn’t even seem to budge or be inflicted by your response, he just stared at you.

“Well, at least you picked up on my techniques the most.”

Sighing, you released him from the wall as you backed up.

“I have my own techniques, Leon, don’t give yourself too much credit. Hm?”

Going to turn away from him to find a way out, he hands you one of his pistols. Confused, you looked back up from the pistol to look at him.

“Really? You, carrying multiple guns?” You remarked, he half smiled at you in response.

“And the sarcasm?” Taking the pistol from him, you cocked it back.

“Again, my own tone Leon. I just know your personality.” Returning the half smile, your eyes shifted back to the eerily lit hallways that spread like a maze. Leon steps in front of you, holding his pistol in front of him, gripped with both hands as he turned his head to the side as a way to talk to you from behind him.

“Stay close.”

Nodding, you two took off down the maze-like hallways as you rounded every corner skidding of your shoes against the floor as you rounded corners. You wondered if the others came along with Leon, or if it was just him alone. Either way, it wouldn’t surprise you as you turned off from the another corner—

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Seeing Leon stop dead in his tracks, you come up from his side to see a line of men blocking the way into the main hall. Guns pointed directly in our direction, you stood your ground as you held your pistol up to them glancing over at Leon.

“Any bright ideas now, genius?” You huffed, watching him side glance over to you in irritation.

“Stand behind me, we’ll move in unison.” Sighing, again you move close behind him as you shifted your pistol pointing past the right side of his neck as you started moving forward. Hearing their guns clock, you swallowed down the slight choked up fear you felt.

“Leon maybe we sh—“

Loud blasts of guns came from the other side of men, watching them drop to the ground like a line of dominoes. You threw yourself off of Leon’s back side as you stepped past him, seeing past the smoke you notice three other figures.

Claire? Ada?! Chris?!

“How in the ever-loving fuck—“ You topple over your words as they quickly approach you two with relief streamed across their faces, Ada and Claire coming to your general direction.

“{Y/N}!” Claire greeted you with a bear hug before letting go, you smiled in relief to see them both. Ada smiles faintly at you, she wasn’t much of an emotional woman but that fit well with your personality.

“I was hoping you guys were with Leon,” You breathed from the panic, Ada shook her head as she stepped forward.

“Seeing as how somebody had to go solo, the three of us stuck together.”

Looking over to see Leon finding his response, the red lights began flashing repeatedly. All of you instantly looked at one another, as if you predicted what was about to be said.

Self destruct sequence activated, all personal and staff must exit immediately.

Repeating itself in the background, loud alarms began ringing and echoing throughout the halls.

“Could’ve expected that.” Leon spoke up, all of you turned towards the direction of the main hall.

“Follow me,” Chris steps forward in front of your group, “but stay close.” One after another, again you took off into the hallway through the flashing red lights, sirens and slight panic you all felt. Leon stayed in back while Chris took the lead of you three, accepting the fact they were both protecting you, Ada and Claire from any possible threats blocking your way out. Closing in on the exit door to the roof, a large metal door quickly begins descending, then another behind you.

Chris skids to a stop, quickly ushering the three of you to get past the metal door.

“Go!”

You managed to slide past the quickly closing in metal door, then Claire and Ada quickly following behind. Watching in panic as Chris and Leon barely make it fully past the metal door as it slams to the ground— locking itself in place. Watching Chris dart to the front he ushers you all to start running up the roof door, watching him kick it down without hesitation. Stepping back as you three nearly flew up the stairs, Claire kicking down the other door.

You’re greeted with a loud helicopter-military like aircraft, heavy winds circling it as you’re forced to cover half your face with your arm. Feeling someone press on your back and assuringly pushing you towards the aircraft, you notice it’s Leon quickly pacing beside you as you all make it onto the back. Chris stepping on quickly at first with Claire and Ada following close behind,

“Let’s go! Move!” He shouted, the pilot responding as they quickly lifted the craft off the landing pad as it shot across the sky. Watching the back of the caboose close, you didn’t get to see the building itself self-combust, but for now you were alright with that.

“Next time, take one of us with you.” Leon commented to you, leaning forward off of one of the seats in the back. Ada smacks his arm in response, glaring at one another before she looks over to you.

“Don’t listen to his arrogance, you’ll catch on soon enough.” She stood up from her seat, approaching you as you stayed standing up for now.

“Besides, I see potential in you, so does Claire and Chris.”

“I never said—“ Ada points back at him, as if shushing him from where she stood.

“I didn’t ask.”

Claire laughed, smiling as she shook her head.

“Ada’s right, it takes time. Besides, when you were captured we were on our feet within seconds.”

You smile in response to their kind words, nodding at Ada as she went to go sit back down beside Leon.

“Glad to have teammates like you four.” They all faintly smile at you as the copter flew away from the scene itself, your eyes wandered to the large windows in the front as you finally catch your breath.

It’s good to be back home.

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baekhyuns-abs · 5 years

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Slave to Darkness [5]

(gif not mine credit to the creator) Do I have responsibilities? Yes. Would I rather write about a fictional universe than face them? You betcha. Starting to get into the swing of things again and I’m happy with how this is shaping up to be a t h i c c plot. Love ya’ll xo

The first book// The second book Masterlist Askbox (please talk to me im lonely) Sexual References

chpt: 5

The way Yifan scanned her body as she rounded her desk made her feel naked. A small smile appeared on his face as his eyes lingered on her collar. “A good morning?” She met his despicable gaze as he handed her some documents to file and she wished the floor would swallow her whole. He’s a vampire he can smell it! It became clear from his reaction to her that Baekhyun’s intentions were more than just sexual desire - he wanted every vampire to know also whom she belonged to. As if the collar wasn’t enough. She took a seat gingerly, feeling her soiled underwear rub uncomfortably beneath her. Yifan left, headed through the doors to the girls and so her day began. ~~~ Joonmyeon respected humans - he didn’t like them much but he respected their need for humanly things. He would only kill when necessary, he never left the manor for his food but only used his girls and whores over and over again, till nothing remained but scarred skin over a sickly corpse. Once he ran out Kyungsoo would ‘restock’ him. But when it came to vampire hunters all of Joonmyeon’s forgiving nature and intolerance for violence resorted to nothing. He had no patience for the race of humans, he had made his mistakes in trying to build peace with them over many different generations and each time they betrayed that peace killing many of his prodigies and his Blackswans. His brothers could do anything to a vampire hunter if they crossed paths; frankly he could care no less. “He has a wife.” Baekhyun mused to no one in particular with murderous intent as he scanned the article. “How are they even here?” Jongdae whined. “We killed them all.” “They’re like fleas, they’re always going to be there.” Baekhyun responded. For all Baekhyun’s improvements and his change in temperament there was nothing and no one that would be able to leash his cruel nature that loved to kill. He passed the newspaper none so gently to Sehun. He was pissed at the younger vampire, though it was irrational; Sehun had no control over his past even more so who he was the brother of. Even so Baekhyun couldn’t help but be angry over it, Yuna had played her games, he had let her infect his mind without so much as a fight. He just hoped wherever she was, whatever ground she was buried under she was suffering. “We’ll wait till the sun sets, then we can go.” Jongin slid off the window ledge, smiling. “Then we find him.” Baekhyun turned to him, running his tongue over his top teeth, matching his look, red eyes gleaming with diabolical evil. “And his wife.” “Before you go Baekhyun, we need to talk to your girl.” Joonmyeon’s tone was level, calm and indifferent as if he didn’t know how much it would irk him - or care Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed all murder and gruesome intent dissolving. “Why?” “It’s in our best interest to find out what she saw.” He shrugged. “A vampire.” Baekhyun retorted. “It was just a vampire.” Yixing had told him about the body of the whore. The way her body had been slashed and bloodied beyond recognition. The way her head was barely still attached to the rest of her body, her slack, open and broken as if it had been yanked from the joint. It wasn’t the work of a vampire, he knew that, none of the blood had been taken, it was all there. If he’d have had his way - his old way - he wouldn’t have let her go to work this morning, chain her to the bed and watch her all day; fuck her all day. Deeply it affected him, seeing the fear even hours after the incident and he wanted nothing more than to track down the creature. But for her, he was trying his best as much as he was worried he was going to continue giving her the freedom he had stolen. “If that’s the case then we have nothing to fear.” Baekhyun hated how Kyungsoo was always just there, never announced, never making a sound until he wanted you to know he was there. He could have been there for the entire morning and Baekhyun wouldn’t have noticed. Chanyeol matched his look of surprise as Kyungsoo strode past Baekhyun to stand at Joonmyeon’s desk. “And I’ll question her with or without your permission.” Kyungsoo spoke at first without looking in his direction, cold before turning to him with a look that dared Baekhyun to push him. “Now will you get her or shall I?” ~~~ Her morning began uneventfully, only one man came in, his wife in tow. She let them in after he passed her a credit card and she didn’t question the situation any further. She pulled out her notebook, messy with scribbles and notes. She had seen how neat Yifan’s was in the logs and hers next to it looked childlike and clumsy so she made it her business to practice whenever she had the chance. She was engrossed in her writing, copying excerpts from the newspaper onto her lined pages. That was until a knock on the table caught her attention. “I’m sorry.” She gushed, looking up at her male visitor. Vampire. Her heart lurched and she held her breath at the sight. The stranger was neatly dressed in black jeans and a deep green T-shirt, his skin looked like it held warmth but pale. His eyes were the most deep the most daring shade of red she had yet to see. A dark maroon but still striking enough to be recognisable as inhuman. There was a dark cascade of brown hair that was tied loosely at his nape, without it, his long locks would have been longer than hers. “You’re human.” His voice was as expected, dark and seductive. She nodded. She saw him eye the collar that suddenly felt too restrictive. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and she wondered what that look meant. Her twiddled with her pen nervously as she thought of what to say next. “D-do you want me to find you a girl for your n-needs?” She had never met this man before, this vampire was a stranger and it threw her. It was silly to forget that there was of course more vampires than what resided in the manor. His fingers where long, thick as he planted them on the desk leaning down, looming over her like a delicious smell. She noticed his eyes glint and she knew that look - she knew that look of hunger very well. “I think you’ll do just fine.” She felt her stomach drop and she avoided his eyes, up close they were hypnotic, paired with the fine lines and plushness of his lips. She heard him draw in a breath through his nose, smelling her - smelling her sex from before. She crossed her legs, hoping it would hinder his exploration but she could tell from his dancing eyes it did no good. “You smell…” He leaned in closer and she leaned back in her chair. “... Naughty.” She was breathing heavy and she felt helpless as she looked back into his face and felt a pull towards him. Her body went rigid, her mind blanked, all coherent thoughts vanished as she blinked. She rolled her seat back forward back, a strange feeling washing over her as the stranger smiled at her. She felt herself stand up and she couldn’t find it in her to fight whatever made her do it. “Can we help you?” She blinked at the voice, her senses coming back under her control. She was leaning over the desk to him. His nose brushing against her collar bone with her head back invitingly. She couldn’t recall how she had gotten in that position, why or when but as Kyungsoo’s voice broke the silence the trance had been broken. She stepped back, startled, confused and completely red. The vampire turned at the voice, his smile not wavering in the slightest - cocky. “I wanted an easy feed, if you must know.” She looked towards Kyungsoo and the floor disappearing from under her. Baekhyun glanced at her, his eyes on fire as he came to stand next to the stranger. She swallowed thickly, guilt and worry beginning to brew in the pit of her lower belly. She stood still, feeling Baekhyun rage and she couldn’t bare to look at his face. “There’s no one for you here.” Kyungsoo’s voice was level, yet hostile. “You come into our home, uninvited.” Baekhyun’s voice was quite the opposite and she knew she was part of the cause. “And try to feed off one of our humans-- My human!” He endearment filled her with some sort of warmth, it was possession of the best kind - she was no longer just his whore, but his human. It only made her more guilty, more fearful. She still felt the slight chill of the stranger’s nose on her skin as he took in her scent and she subconsciously reached up to scratch the area; make the feeling go away. “Who are you? What’s your name?” Kyungsoo still calm. “Gabriel.” He didn’t take his eyes off the fuming Baekhyun as he answered and his fangs retracted back into his gums with ease. “Does Yifan still reside here?” “No. So go look elsewhere.” Kyungsoo lied. “Don’t come back.” Gabriel left. Baekhyun watched his disappearing form as he walked away, his strides arrogantly casual as he slowly disappeared between the trees out the window. Baekhyun whirled around then and his eyes looked like whirlpools of angry fire and fear made her immobile. “He Reveried her.” Kyungsoo announced cooly. “He’s almost elder, he has that ability.” Baekhyun said nothing and licked his dry lips. Kyungsoo came to her desk, mulling through her files in curiosity and just because. She didn’t know what that word meant only it was whatever it was that Gabriel had done to make her submit and give herself over. She felt sick at the thought, of how easy it was and just how quickly his magic had worked. “I need to ask you about what you saw yesterday.” Kyungsoo said. “What did he look like?” She hadn’t thought about it. Not since it happened. The dead white eyes, the gleaming grey skin that was almost transparent and the teeth. The horrible pinpoint sharp teeth and the long sickly fingers that drew blood just by squeezing her throat. She felt the wound throb in her neck just thinking about it. She was thankful the collar covered the remains of the wound. She sat herself down, feeling her knees weaken at the memory. She looked at Baekhyun hoping for a look of support and she got it. His red eyes as softened and although his jaw was still tight he appeared calm. She took a breath and flashes of it all bounced off her mind. Although she had tried to forget it, tried to push it into the furthest corners of her mind she somehow knew that she would have to answer questions later. “He was fast.” She croaked, throat feeling tight as if he was choking her yet again. “What did he look like?” Terrifying; she wanted to reply. She clutched her hands tightly atop of her thighs till her knuckles whitened.The same knuckles she had hit the creature with relentlessly as he choked the life from her. She could solemnly swear that she was more scared of him than anything she had ever faced living in the manor. “Pale…” She replied lowly. “Very pale… Like grey. His eyes were white a-and pointy teeth.” “Did he say anything?” Baekhyun asked this time and his hand drifted to her face cupping her chin. She shook her head and Baekhyun spared a glance to a thoughtful mute Kyungsoo as he placed a ringbinder back down where he had found it. “Thank you.” Was all he said before he rounded the desk and headed back down the corridor. She watched him go, concern written all over her face. She heard Baekhyun move in front of her and she turned to look at him wearily. “Baekhyun…” She stood on shaky legs and came to stand next to him. “I’m--” “He reveried you.” He forced out in a gruff voice. She could tell how hard it was for him to leash his jealous and possessive nature and she reached out gingerly for his hand. She squeezed his cold digits and she felt him reciprocate “You had no control.” “But what does that even mean?” She questioned anxiously. “It’s mind and body control.” His voice was tense. “It takes centuries to even be able to try it, decades more to perfect it… Only the eldest vampires know how.” She looked up at him, bringing her body closer. “Can you?” “I’ve never tried.” His look had turned sheepish, a small smile forming. “It takes a lot of control, something I don’t have.” “I-I think you’re quite good at control.” She moistened her lips apprehensive as she traced the side of his face with her fingers. His skin was smooth, up close she could see with faint blue lines of his veins behind his pale complexion. They were prominent when he was most fed but only up close. She had noticed only recently the small faint lines as they curved down his jaw and ran down his neck. She followed one up into his hair, running her fingers through the thick strands, knowing how much he liked it when she initiated the first touches. A long and worthwhile progression of their relationship; Baekhyun never allowed her to touch him. But now he couldn’t get enough of the tentative feeling of her warm hands on his skin, the genuine affection that she showed him he greedily drank up. He had been starved of that for too long. “You think so?” He asked with disbelief, quirking his brow. She looked back into his eyes. They weren’t deep, they were a familiar depth filled with warmth and adoration for no one other than her. They were beautiful in their own way, a better way because they were his. Her face brightened again into a faint pink and she pressed herself snug against his hard body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a small nervous smile playing on her face. “But you don’t need to Reverie me to get what you want.” Baekhyun’s tongue licked the corner of his mouth as his brows rose in surprise. He smiled, his hands holding her waist firmly, pressing her to him even tighter. “You’re right.” He nodded, mischief brewing behind his eyes. “All I need to do…”

He bowed down, his mouth brushing against her ear as is voice deepened and his grip on her body became tighter and in a sly voice that made her melt he said; “... is lick that pretty cunt between your legs and you’ll give me everything.”

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