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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 1 month ago

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Hi, would you be interested in doing a request for Yandere! 81!Adler x Reader(can be Bell or not). Perhaps he fell for someone on the enemies side and decided to capture them and brainwashed them to his side(as well as his lover in arms). Perhaps they snap out of the brainwashing only to be in too deep with him to be able to escape.

Hi!! Thanks so much for the request!

The prompt has heavily reawakened my love for the cold war campaign, and I've drawn pretty heavily on Break on Through here. It really highlights how much being yandere suits Adler... anyway.

Hope you enjoy it!

Do You Think I'll Like Greece?

Yandere Russell Adler x F!Bell!Reader

Warnings for: Brainwashing, Canon typical violence, manipulation

Adler’s hand is cupping the back of your neck. Fingers pressed together, cradling your skull so your head stays upright against his shoulder, soft cotton rubbing against your cheek. Some of your hair has gotten caught in his watch strap, tugging with each step he takes. You try to focus on the warmth of his skin against yours as he carries you, his other hand locked safely under your knees.

After a moment, you crack your eyes open. The stars wink at you from the sky above, before black spots threaten to overtake your vision again.

Cuba had turned out a shitshow. There had been far more resistance than expected, and breaking through the entrenched forces had only been rewarded with a disastrous reveal about Perseus’ plans. Then, Park and Lazar had been left for dead on the roof. You’d only just got out in time, injured from a rocket blast, before the skyhook dragged you away into the sky, swiftly reuniting you with Adler, who had kept you close the whole way back to Germany.

He always did, whenever you’d been apart. He’d pull you close, tuck his hand on the back of your neck, like he was holding his whole world in his hands.

It would be more romantic if you weren’t drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Adler, what the hell are you doing?” You dimly recognise Hudson’s voice as the stars overhead disappear, replaced by corrugated metal, hidden in vaulted shadows. Hudson’s voice echoes in the empty safehouse, making you wince as the metal door begins to roll down behind you and Adler.

“Sims, get the gurney…”

Your vision abandons you again, only returning when you are lying down. The sudden loss of Adler’s touch, of his arms surrounding you, leaves you feeling exposed. You wince again as a door slams shut somewhere behind you. Twisting your head, you squint around the darkened room, trying to understand what the argument you are overhearing is about.

“Doc, if you won’t listen to him, listen to me.” Sims sounded more urgent that you’d ever heard him. “We don’t have time to do any of this.”

“I’ll catch up.”

“D… Adler.” Sims sighed heavily as Adler reappeared at your side. His words had a mournful feeling to them. “Don’t do this. It won’t work; we don’t have time… You’d only end up making it – her, suffer.”

He stumbles on his words when he sees that your eyes are open.

“Bell’s tougher than she looks.” Adler waves Sims away, and presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “I’m doing it. Stay or don’t.”

Sims sighs again, and disappears from your view. You hear the door open and close, as you struggle to free your hands from the cuffs on the sides of the gurney.

“Easy…” Adler rests his hand on top of yours. He has his sunglasses on. In the dim light you can’t see his eyes.

“Russ…”

“I know. It hurts. I’m going to get you sorted. Don’t worry.”

He squeezes your hand, then moves to the head of the gurney, pulling you backwards into his office. The blinds are already drawn down, the only light coming from a lamp on the desk as Adler locks the door. It’s nearly impossible for you to see now. You’re struggling to keep track of whether your eyes were open or closed, whether you were asleep or awake.

“You still there, Bell?”

You tilt your head and squint as Adler’s shadow moves in front of the light. “Yeah… what’s going on? What are we doing about the…”

“The nukes? We’re working on it.” He bends over something on the desk, not looking at you. You struggle to sit up again.

“We?”

“Yeah. You and me, Bell. We’re going to figure this thing out.”

“How?”

“Trust me.” He turns to face you, smiling, then reaches for something in the darkness.

Bright white light floods the room, and you shut your eyes tight.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” His hand grasps your jaw, keeping your face upright as you try to turn away from the brightness. “C’mon, Bell. Open eyes. We have a job to do.”

You crack your eyes open, and realise that the light isn’t actually that bad. His face is blocking part of it anyway, as he leans over you, mirroring your soft smile.

“See? Not so bad.” His thumb skates across your lip, before his hands moves up further, grasping your head tight. “You need to stay still for this to work.”

“Uh huh.” You mumble into his hand, resisting the urge to nod, blinking rapidly as he lets go of your jaw, and pulls your left eye open.

“Real still…”

You feel the discomfort of the needle without ever seeing it. You immediately forget that you’re not supposed to move, writhing on the gurney, pulling on the restrains, eyes watering as you try to blink the thing away. Adler lets go of your face and sits at your side, waiting for you to settle as he wraps his hand around your cuffed one.

“Just a little pinch Bell. To sharpen your memories.”

“My mem… memories…” Your vision is blurring. The shadowy grey room is coming to life with new colours, muddling everything you can see together. You can’t tell the blinds from the walls, the desk from the floor, your body from the gurney.

“Bell, you need remember. Remember, when you met Perseus in Vietnam.” The only concrete thing left is Adler. His grip on your hand, his voice slowly echoing through your mind.

“Vietnam?” The syllables feel heavy on your tongue as you feel yourself slipping away from reality.

“Yeah. Nam, Bell. Where we met, do you remember?”

It was December of ‘67. Camp Haskins, where everyone was too busy complaining, that they would be away from home for Christmas, that the heat even now didn’t relent, that the enemy was better supplied than we were; to do their fucking job.

You had kept yourself tucked away in your corner of the command tent, hunched over a desk, deciphering soviet radio transmissions. You had glanced down the list of dates again, circling the ones that contained the name that kept appearing over and over. Perseus.

“Perseus?” A voice had echoed over your shoulder, and you’d snapped the file shut, glancing up at the man staring down at your work. “Where’d you pull that from?”

“Radio.” You pointed at it. You’d dealt with enough shit from men at work to not entertain this interruption, even if he was easier on the eyes than your usual irritants.

He didn’t take the hint. “Huh. You should probably take a look at this, then.”

He leant over to the desk next to yours and pulled out a file, holding it out to you. There was something oddly comforting about him. His sunglasses, the suave attitude. Like all of the actors you remember loving from back home.

You shook your head. Now was not the time for that.

The folder he’d given you had a photo paper clipped to the front. A man in soviet military dress, probably in his fifties. Maybe late forties, if the years hadn’t been kind to him. The name Perseus was written on the front of the manilla in thick black ink. Subtle.

“So, what’s he doing?” He leant over your desk again.

“Sorry, who are you?”

“Russell Adler. MACV-SOG.”

“Didn’t realise the CIA hired pretty boys.” You put the file aside and uncovered the list of transmissions again, letting him glance over it. “Supposedly, he’s sending in a weapons cache between Christmas and New Years. To catch all of us Americans off guard.”

“That’s right.” The scene blurs before your eyes as Adler’s voice comes from somewhere… else. “But it never appeared, did it?”

“No.”

“At least, not then. Later you found more. You followed the trail, and came face to face with Perseus, in Vietnam, didn’t you?”

“I…” you hesitate. You blink and look away from the blurry, young and scarless Adler standing over you.

He’s there. The General. Perseus, as he fancies himself. He’s coming up to your desk in the bunker, footsteps echoing off the metal and concrete in disharmony. You’re at your desk, squinting under lamp light, in a cold, dreary bunker, not a tent, working on encryptions, not radio transmissions. You were trying to organise a weapons shipment to go… somewhere.

The General smiles, and softly puts a file down at your elbow.

“This is who Stitch mentioned. You should take a look at it.”

You nod, taking the thin file. Russell T. Adler. There were just three photos, spread out over several years, all military issue. He looked very stereotypically American, if you had to describe him. A nasty scar appeared between the second and third. You lingered on that third one, studying his eyes closely. He didn’t like being photographed, resented that his existence was being put to glossy photo paper.

You brush your fingers over the few documents in the file, the hard back of the chair digging into your spine as you sit up, for once. Stich had spoken of little but his desire for revenge on Adler since he’d been rescued. Perseus was moulding him to lead a strike team, stringing him along with the promise that this Adler would get his dues.

That’s where you came in. Stitch can’t kill him, if he doesn’t know where he is. You look up, ready to ask if there’s anything else Perseus needs, but he’s already left, a red door swinging closed behind him.

“Bell?” Adler’s voice snatches you back to Vietnam. At least, its what your eyes would have you believe. Your other senses say that you’re still in the bunker, stuck in that cold, quiet, lonely place. You reach for the arms of your chair, only to find that you can’t move your hands.

“Never met you. In…” Your voice trails off as something stings, again. You reel back and fall off your chair, hands flying to your face as you try to find where it hurts.

“Yeah, we did. Met in Nam, Bell. Turns out you were a dab hand at knowing who was at the door by just their knock. Our own little doorbell.”

Had you? When tents don’t have doors?

No, because it had been later. In the office, where the air conditioning clicked every twenty-two seconds, and your chair fell apart every other Thursday, and good coffee was beyond the codebreaker’s budget.

You’d hated that office almost as much as the nickname. Wasn’t your fault everyone had distinct footsteps and knocks. You’d brought it up as a security risk.

Adler had chuckled, and told you that being paranoid was his job.

“Yeah. Where was that office again?” Eventually, the ‘door’ got dropped, and you were just ‘Bell’.

“Stateside. One of our top-secret ones.” He was squeezing your hand, stroking your knuckles so softly. He couldn’t have done whatever had hurt you so much just moments ago.

“We didn’t spend much time there.”

“True.” He sighed. “Too much travelling.”

You nodded. “Europe.”

“Asia.”

“South America.”

The bits and pieces come back to you, like they always do. Snatches of dates, conversations, a wedding, in Greece, you think. But… nothing complete. Like always.

It’s only ever bits and pieces, with an occasional spark reminding you of places you and Adler had been together. “What about… Turkey?”

“Turkey? Yeah… wow, that was a long time ago.”

“Was it?” Your brow wrinkles, as you feel the phantom pain of a bullet lodged in your torso. “Feels like just yesterday to me.”

“It would. You got pretty badly injured. Those things stay with you.” He inhales, clutching your hand like he wants to stop the memory of the car that’s forming around you.

“It was… Trabzon. And… Arash.”

“Yeah. He had you caught, tried to kill you as he fled, but we got to you. Rescued you.”

“No…” No, that wasn’t what happened. You were there to make sure Arash stayed on task, and he’d taken issue with that, not knowing that you’d been in this longer than he’d had. He’d shot you, and you’d thought you were done for, until someone had found you… The words, the first ones Adler ever spoke to you, fall out of your mouth before you can stop them. “Over here… We’ve got a live one.”

“What do you mean by that Bell?”

“I mean…”

You shut your eyes as the jeep distorted around you, Adler’s face looms, disproportionately large, as he drags you out of it, lying you out on the tarmac, the night sky appearing above you. The same night sky you saw in Berlin, around Volkov’s head as he talked to you like he knew you, only for Adler to arrive and stop you from asking more.

You chased Volkov across the warehouse, he surrendered to you, and when you tried to ask a question, Adler appeared and shot him. He kissed you right over the corpse, once, and quickly, before everyone else caught up. Then, he had to go off to appease Park’s annoyance that you hadn’t taken Volkov alive, leaving you with only the parting promise that he’d finish what he’d started up on the rooftop earlier, crushing your body against his in an alcove as the searchlight swept by, his fingers dipping below your waistband as you killed time while waiting for Kraus to show up.

Later, he’d hesitated to be away from you, only just conceding that you could go alone with Woods to Ukraine. After that went tits up, he’d insisted on taking you with him to the Lubyanka building, and taken full advantage of the dark tunnels you were sneaking in through. When inside, walking through the marble halls, he’d kept you close, face tucked down next to your side, not to protect you, but so no one would recognise you. As Volkov had done.

Lazar hadn’t known. He’d suspected something, after seeing Adler put his arm around you in the car. It’s what that warning has been about, the one that you’d overheard when you were only half awake. The one that had sounded a little too impersonal to be about a man defending his wife. He’d denied any explanation when he’d come back afterwards and hushed you, gently checking the glass cuts on your arms, getting you more painkillers when you’d groaned in pain, complaining about a nightmare that woke you.

You’d assumed they were pain killers. All those tablets he’d handed you, you’d just assumed. Because why wouldn’t you trust him? Why would he lie about what he was giving you?

So brazenly, too. As far as you could remember, most painkillers were little white pills. These had been all different shapes and colours and sizes.

As far as you could remember… how far back could you remember?

The safehouse?

Turkey? That had to be before Berlin… with Arash, then Adler.

Turkey, then… a lab.

“What… what did you do to me?” You blinked, and finally, your surroundings solidified around you. Tiled walls, stretching away from you, dotted by white doors. You reach out, touch the wall, and shiver. It was cold. Air was blowing from somewhere, carrying the smell of a chemical with it. The entire place was empty and sterile.

Except a red door, ahead of you, marking the end of the hallway.

“I gave you a second chance.” Adler opens the door, facing you as he holds it flush to the wall. The room behind him was shrouded in darkness. You could just make out a chair, where some poor bastard with a bag over their head sat.

“Really?” A flash interrupts you. White, wedding. Adler’s voice echoes himself, his hands in yours, proclaiming that this marriage was a second chance for both of you. You shake, fingers curling and finding the grout line between the tiles. Your fingernails scrape at it, gathering dust underneath them.

“I did.” The door swings closed as Adler walks towards you. “I don’t give many of those.”

“What am I, special?”

“Yes.” He answers immediately. “I gave you a chance to fix things. A chance with me.”

“Fuck you.” You let go of the wall and step back as he reaches for you. This lab is inside your mind, not his. It’s yours to control.

The tiles explode. Ceramic shrapnel fills the air, hanging in the air like snow, forcing the two of you apart.

“Bell…” Adler sighs. He shrugs, and the ceramic crashes to the floor. “What do you think is going to happen if you don’t help me?”

The nukes would go off. Lots of people would die. That was what this whole exercise was about, wasn’t it? But why? You didn’t know any more than Adler did, about where Perseus was planning to detonate the bombs and kill millions from.

Millions of lives. That you’d be responsible for. You had been part of that plan, originally. You were at the meeting, with Perseus, where he’d laid out his plan, including the reunion in Solovetsky.

So, for one. That would happen.

As for what would happen to you, personally… Adler seems to have an idea.

“Do you think Perseus is going to come and save you? You heard what Volkov said- there’s a price on your head.”

You had heard that. But that had been when Volkov had you captured, before Adler arrived. He couldn’t have heard it, too.

“Perseus will kill you, and that’s if you’re lucky.”

You turn your back on Adler and his logic, walking back up the corridor. Ceramic crunches under your boots, and you round the corner to find Adler and the red door in front of you again.

You stop and glance back.

He was still there, too. Adler in front of you, and behind you.

“Bell?” The Adler to your left begins to walk towards you. You turn back, only to find the one behind you doing the same. When you look around again, there’s another corridor in front of you. You charge into it blindly, stopping short when you see another Adler, another red door. You turn back again, and another passage appears, making the corner into a crossroads.

There’s another Adler in the final corridor, too. He has you surrounded, coming at you from every direction.

“I can protect you, Bell.” Four voices, identically blending into one roar, as you shake, covering your eyes as you open your mouth to scream.

That’s when the first one reaches you. He catches your shoulders, preventing you from collapsing. The second takes your hands, swiftly moving to take hold of your wrists, as the third grabs your hips, steadying your shaking legs, as the fourth, the original one, cups your head in his hands.

“No one knows about this, Bell. Park and Lazar are gone, Sims will forget this before he tells anyone. No one will know about your past. You can start over, with me.” All of the voices overlap, one starting a sentence and another finishing it. The harmony is impossible for you to ignore, as he holds you up, pulls your hands away from your eyes and ears, and tries to soothe you, get you to breathe deeply, to stop shaking, to cooperate. “We could make all of our memories real. Get married in Greece, a house with a picket fence. A dog, a car, as many as you’d like. All the clothes, food, luxuries you’d want.”

“But…”

“Help me, and I can protect you.” Is it I, or should they be saying we? Is this in your head, a product of whatever piece of himself Adler inserted into you to make Bell, or is he out in the real world, narrating all of this to you? “Save the world, and the CIA would move heaven and earth to keep you safe.”

“You… mean, you.”

“Yeah. ‘fraid I’m non-negotiable, Bell. You’ve got me for the long haul.”

You hesitate.

“Just, tell me where Perseus is. Then I can make all of this go away. No more lies, no more pills. Just the two of us.”

You see the house swimming in your mind’s eye. The white fence, a dog rolling around on the lawn, his and hers cars parked in the driveway. A flagpole, the stars and stripes flying high. An American’s wet dream. Adler’s dream.

But is it yours? Is the longing that tugs on your heartstrings Adler’s, or yours? If it is yours, is it genuine, or from fear of the alternative?

Perseus has forsaken you. Volkov had made that clear. Is it worth dying for them? Someone who would no longer die for you?

What is a meaningless death, to being a caged bird?

“Bell?” You look up at the Adler to your right. “You think too much.”

The one on the left takes your chin and tilts your head back to face him. “Don’t make the choice Perseus would want you to make. Make the one you want to make.”

Like you have a choice here.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. The four Adler’s vanish, leaving you shivering again. When you open your eyes, the crossroads are gone. Only the original corridor remains.

You walk down it slowly. As you reach for the handle on the door, you glance back. Only tiled wall greets you at the other end of the closed space.

That’s it, then. No way out. No alternative.

You open the door. The room is still dark. The reflection of a red exit sign glows in the glass window on the opposite wall. The chair, facing it, is empty. Behind the glass, there are people moving around. You lean close to it, but can’t make out who they are, or what they’re saying.

There’s a bag on a wheeled tray next to the chair. You pick it up, sliding it over your head as you sit down, inhaling sharply as feel the restraints around your wrists again. You blink, and realise you’re back in the safehouse. The bright light is gone, leaving you seeing only by the desk lamp.

“Bell?” Adler asks softly, prompting you to turn your head towards him. He leans close, lips a hairs breadth from yours. “Where is Perseus?”

“Solovetsky.” The word slips from your lips.

“There we go.” Adler smiles, leaning back minutely. “Would’ve been a whole lot easier if you’d just told me that the first time.”

He kisses you. You don’t kiss back. When he pulls you up into his arms, you realise your restraints are gone. He lets you sit up, softly reassuring you when you clutch his hands tight, shaking with sudden light-headedness.

“There we are. I’ve got something for you.” He reaches up to his shirt collar and pulls a chain out from underneath it. It has a ring hanging on it, the gemstone glittering even in the dim light. “My grandmother’s. I’d like for it to be yours, in Greece… or somewhere else, if you prefer.”

He sets the band in your hand, and leaves the room to make the call. It feels like it weighs a hundred pounds in your palm.

You made your choice. Maybe not consciously, but you have no place to go without Adler. You have no identity without Adler. You will die a lonely, pointless, excruciatingly painful death without Adler.

It’s not like he’s the worst option. He’s handsome enough, and you remember enough midnight rendezvous to know he’s not boasting about… certain things. You’ll grow to love him in time.

“Bell?” As if on cue, he returns.

You look up at him. “Do you know who I am? Really?”

There’s a twitch in his eye. You almost miss it, but it tells you that the real answer is yes. That at some point, he was handed a photograph of you, a run of the mill, person of interest, and that’s where all of this had started. His obsession had stopped being about Perseus a long time ago. “You’re mine, Bell. That’s all that matters.”

He reaches into your palm and plucks the ring out of it. Taking your hand in his, he slides it onto your finger.

Perfect fit.

He smiles, tilting your chin up to his. “It’s like we’re meant to be.”

In some roundabout way, you were. He’d turned you into putty, and remade you into… whoever you were now. Meant might be a stretch, but it sounds more poetic than made.

“Russ…” You whisper.

“Yes?”

“Do you think I’ll like Greece?”

“Oh, Bell…” He smiles. “I think you’ll love it.”

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ladysouthpaw1213 · 2 months ago

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I am so curious about how a Yandere! Self aware! Adler x Bell!Reader/OC fic would be like

Like he becomes more self aware that he’s a video game character and starts to become obsessed with the player(who’s Bell)

( I love to hear you guys take on it)

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djloveyou3000 · 1 month ago

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Belladonna

Chapter thirty one

Russell paced the length of the room like a caged animal. His boots thudded dully against the old wooden floor, the tension radiating off him like heat. His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, and his cigarette hung forgotten between his fingers, ash long since fallen. Every thought in his head spiraled back to the same place—Vladimir. Bell’s son.

No—their son.

That’s what Bell had called him. Ours. And that should’ve brought him comfort, should’ve soothed some of the rabid unease tearing through his mind. But it didn’t. Because now the dreams weren’t just dreams. They were memories. And those memories came with someone else. The other parent.

Russell’s mind started to drift into that very dark place he tried to avoid.

What if Bell remembered them too? What if they still loved them? What if Vladimir was still attached to the other parent? What if when they found him, he wouldn’t want anything to do with Russell?

The thought made his stomach twist violently.

He growled to himself, grounding the heel of his boot into the floor like he could stomp the intrusive thought into dust. He had to focus. He couldn’t let Bell go alone, but he also couldn’t just snatch a child from Russia without a solid plan. And he sure as hell couldn’t give Bell a picture of a boy they didn’t fully remember and say “go fetch.” No, this had to be calculated. Sharp. Flawless.

Bell had been antsy. Jumping at shadows. Restless. Every hour that passed made Russell more and more certain they’d run off by themselves. He needed to act fast.

He stomped down the hall, flung open the operations room door and locked eyes with Hudson.

“Hudson. We need to talk,” Russell said, his voice low and firm, laced with tension.

Hudson turned his head, sensing the seriousness immediately. He gave a silent nod and followed Russell into a quiet, locked office down the hallway. The door clicked shut behind them.

Hudson crossed his arms. “What is it, Adler?”

Russell took a long drag of his cigarette before answering, eyes cold and stormy. “It’s Bell. They say… they remember having a son. The kid’s in Russia.”

Hudson’s expression shifted instantly—stoic but with a flicker of concern behind his eyes. “You sure it’s not just a false memory? PTSD? A trick of the mind? Because if this is real, it’s going to get messy. Fast.”

“I know,” Russell said sharply. “But Bell’s sure. You didn’t see their face when they told me.”

Hudson exhaled through his nose, frowning. “Kid’s in Russia—that’s enemy territory. Probably under Perseus’ watch, or worse… the other parent. And let’s be honest, Adler. Do they even know where the boy is? We can’t go into this blind. It’d be a suicide mission.”

“And the Soviets still think Bell’s a traitor,” Hudson continued. “If they catch wind Bell’s back in Russia, they’ll throw everything they’ve got to kill or capture them. The odds of the kid even being alive are—”

“Don’t,” Russell interrupted, jaw clenched. “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare speak about my son like he’s gone.”

Hudson narrowed his eyes. “He’s not your son, Adler. Biologically, at least.”

Russell stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. “Doesn’t matter. He’s Bell’s, so he’s mine. I don’t care who the other parent is. They’re already on my hit list.”

Hudson paused, watching Russell’s fury burn beneath his composed exterior. He saw it—the raw panic, the possessive rage, the desperation of a man who already considered that child his own.

“Listen,” Russell continued, inhaling smoke with a steady breath. “You didn’t see how Bell looked. They’re shattered, Hudson. Like they’re missing a piece of their own body. Father to father you get it. You’d go through hell to bring your girls back if it were them. Don’t lie.”

Hudson flinched slightly at that. He didn’t like being dragged into emotional territory—but Adler wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not asking for permission,” Russell added coldly. “I’m telling you. I came here as a heads-up.”

Hudson stared at him in silence for a moment, lips pressed in a hard line. Then: “Fine. If we’re going to do this, we need to be smart. This kind of extraction isn’t going to be quick or clean. It’ll take months—intel gathering, location sweeps, planning. You know that.”

“There’s something else,” Russell said, pulling a folded piece of paper from his jacket. “The letter Bell got.”

He handed it to Hudson, who took it with a wary glance and began reading. As his eyes moved down the page, his face changed.

“Shit,” Hudson muttered. “They know where we are. This handwriting, this phrasing—it’s old-school Soviet. Perseus has cancer?”

“That’s what it says.”

“Son of a bitch. If Perseus is sick, that means he’s desperate. Sloppy maybe, but unpredictable. And if they’ve been watching us—watching Bell—then we’ve already been compromised.”

Russell nodded once. “Exactly. That’s why we move fast. Before Bell breaks.”

“We need to bring the team in. Now,” Hudson said, already opening the door. “Let’s plan.”

Russell nodded once. “Call everyone. We tell the team now.”

They gathered in the operations room. Park. Sims. Mason. Woods. Everyone was there—except one.

“Where’s Bell?” Russell asked, instantly on edge.

“They said they were going to nap,” Sims said. “Didn’t seem like themselves.”

Russell’s stomach dropped. “They didn’t take anything with them?”

Sims blinked. “Didn’t notice, sorry.”

Still tense, Russell turned to the team. His jaw was clenched, fingers twitching, heart racing.

“We’ve got a situation,” he started. “Bell’s been having recurring dreams. Not just dreams. Memories. Of a child. A son.”

Woods raised a brow. “A what now?”

“A kid?” Mason muttered.

Russell nodded grimly. “They believe he’s in Russia. Possibly connected to Perseus… or someone from Bell’s past.”

Hudson took over then, his tone clipped and serious. “If this is real, it’s deep in enemy territory. It’s not just a missing kid—it’s a potential intel breach. We don’t know who the other parent is, and if Perseus is involved, this could be a trap.”

“Bloody hell,” Park whispered, eyes wide.

“You think this kid’s alive?” Sims asked, frowning.

Russell’s stare was sharp. “I know he is. I’ve never seen Bell this broken. You all know how sharp they are in the field. Lately? They can barely hold their weapon straight. They walk around like something’s been carved out of them.”

“They might’ve gone rogue,” Hudson added. “They’ve been unstable. If they remember where the kid is, and if Perseus has been tracking them—”

“They’re compromised,” Park finished.

“This ain’t just about a kid,” Woods said flatly. “It’s about Bell. We lose them to this, it’s game over.”

Russell gave one slow nod. “We’re planning an extraction. But it’s gonna take time. And Bell’s not patient right now. We need to watch them.”

“Do we have a name?” Mason asked.

Russell’s throat tightened. “…Yeah. Vladimir.”

There was a long silence. Then Woods let out a low whistle. “Vladimir. In Russia. Of course.”

Hudson handed around the letter Bell had received earlier—the one that mentioned Perseus. Everyone read it. And the silence grew heavier.

“They’ve been watching us,” Park muttered.

“Watching Bell,” Sims corrected. “Goddamn.”

Hudson closed the file. “This mission will require precision. Stealth. Time. It won’t happen overnight.”

Russell nodded, face unreadable. “That’s why we need everyone sharp. Keep Bell safe. I’ll handle the rest.”

Everyone exchanged grim glances.

“We’re with you,” Sims finally said.

“Whatever it takes,” Mason added.

Russell didn’t thank them. He just nodded. Then turned and Storming down the hallway. He threw open the door to their shared hotel room.

“Baby?” he called out, stepping in. “Honey? Bluebell?”

Silence.

He moved to the bed.

Made. Neat. Untouched.

A chill ran through him. “Kid?” he said, louder. “Where are you? I’m not fucking around!”

Then he saw it. A folded piece of paper on the nightstand. His hand snatched it with a force that nearly tore it in half. He dropped his aviators as he read.

⸻

Dear Russell,

I’m so sorry for leaving without telling you. But I have to go. I need to get my son our son . I can’t wait anymore. If I stayed, we would’ve made a plan—and it would’ve taken too long. My heart can’t bear it.

Please forgive me, my love. This isn’t goodbye.

It’s a promise.

I will come back to you—with Vladimir.

With all my love,

Your Bluebell.

⸻

He stopped breathing.

They were gone.

They left without him.

His fears—all those rotting fears he buried deep—came clawing up through his ribs like vultures. What if Perseus got to them first? What if the other parent convinced them to stay? What if Vladimir looked at Russell and saw a stranger?

What if they didn’t come back at all?

His hands shook. His heart pounded like a war drum. He opened his mouth—and screamed.

The lamp went flying. It shattered against the TV with an explosion of glass and sparks. Russell stood there, chest heaving, veins throbbing at his neck.

He dropped to his knees, still holding the letter, crushed and crumpled in his fists. His breathing was loud. Animalistic. Like he was being hunted.

“No one takes them from me,” he whispered, teeth bared. “No one.”

If Bell was out there…

If Vladimir was out there…

And if they tried to take them away?

Then God help whoever stood in his way.

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codderanged · 13 days ago

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Catching Strays

Chapter 4 : Voicemail

A/N : Let's get… this… bread… /ref

A/N2 : Believe it or not this chapter had around four different names before I settled.

Word count : 2,528

TW : Prescription drugs

The meal proved to be a pretty decent distraction from the knee pain. Even having already had breakfast Adler ate it all. Each and every flavor he encountered reminded him of his past there. The rest of the town had changed but it seemed Squirmy’s Diner was some relic, meant to remain untouched by the passage of time. Once Adler was satisfied he called for the check, but he noted how instead of the other teen server, a young man with the name tag “Jeremy” came by to deliver the check, run the transaction, then give Adler his receipt. Adler didn’t bother asking, assuming that the other teen had decided to shift responsibility to their coworker. He took up his crutches and left, awkwardly hobbling on the unfamiliar aid.

The autumn air bit his face as he stood outside, finding himself not knowing what to do. A few sparse cars passed by and the sidewalks were empty except for a single stray cat wandering near the edge of the gas station across the street. Adler sighed and made his way to the sidewalk, deciding to simply see where the nearest bus stop was, when it would pick up, and head back home.

Then he heard a slam like something hitting metal. Instinctually his head snapped towards the noise and his right hand reached for his gun; the one that wasn’t there.

Adler’s tense shoulders eased as he saw the teen from only minutes ago standing to the side of Squirmy’s, half hidden by the large dumpster. He could see them moving before once again he heard the slamming noise. They repeated the action, seeming to be kicking the side of the garbage container in anger. Once they tired themself out they took a couple steps back, revealing that their cheery work hat was missing and the bottom half of their apron was soaked in fresh oil. Their eyes were glued to the apron, fists balling at their sides, before they crudely ripped the fabric off of them, snapping the neck strap. When the waist strap didn’t come undone so easily they struggled a few times, tugging at the fabric to no avail. Finally they roughly pulled the string, releasing the knot, and balled the apron up so they could throw it at the brick wall beside them. The teen was reeling back to throw when they caught sight of Adler and froze.

The two held each other’s gaze silently. No words. No shifting. No silent communication. It looked more like a standoff than anything.

Adler could only assume they were barely holding it together. He could see the anger boiling in their eyes and the way their muscles remained tense, but he could see the glint in their eyes like there was a misty wall of tears just barely held back from breaking and letting the flood gates open. He knew that feeling. Knew how it felt to have it all threaten to boil over yet to keep the lid on as if it would stop the anger from exploding.

The teen’s expression remained hard until, after what felt like an eternity, their face melted into something that seemed like consideration. Adler’s face stayed unreadable until he saw Squirmy come through the back door of the diner and walk up to his worker, putting a hand on their shoulder. They whipped their head around to look at him but he didn’t even flinch. Their expression softened the moment they realized who had grabbed their attention. Adler could not hear but Squirmy said something to them and they nodded the tiniest of nods. Both looked back at Adler and the man merely stood there, unsure of what to do.

Squirmy gave him a look he’d never seen before. Adler tried to read the expression but all he could gather were the flat observations of the face. Brows pressed together only slightly, corners of the mouth downturned into a frown, eyes darkened and pleading. Adler knew Squirmy was asking him for something but what was unclear. He merely tore his eyes away from the old man only to find himself magnetized to the teen beside him. Their own expression was that walled, defensive stare, but Adler could still see that hint of consideration deep inside. Adler suddenly understood what may have been going on. At least, he thought he did. The scarred man looked at each of them and shook his head before continuing down the sidewalk, ambling with his crutches awkwardly. He wasn’t going to meddle in this, in the teen and whatever problems of theirs that Squirmy thought he could fix. It wasn’t his business and he wasn’t going to let it be his business. Though he couldn’t see the reactions to his rejection Adler could practically feel the stares on his back. They didn’t burn like jealousy or anger but rested heavy as if some weighted blanket of guilt was being cast on him. He merely shrugged it off as he walked, eventually out of sight.

The tense moment plagued his thoughts as he waited for the bus at the bus stop and as he rode home. Once on the corner of his street he made his way home only to find the image, the kid’s intense eyes, burned into his retinas like an old bubble-screened TV run too long. He’d seen those eyes before. In his own mirror staring back at him in his childhood home, in the barracks mirror staring back at him on the final day of boot camp, in the dingy mirror of the safehouse staring back at him in West Berlin, and in the mirror staring back at him in his current home.Those fiery eyes were that of nine hells and they were barely contained like some rabid creature hardly held back by the feeble bars of a crude cage. Adler only finally snapped from the image as he arrived at his front porch steps. With some focus he made his way to the front door and dug around for his house keys in his pocket.

Inside felt like a safe haven from the chilly outside and Adler was quick to shut the door behind him and lock it. He didn’ even bother putting his crushes up nicely, instead leaning them against the countertop as he passed through the kitchen to get to his room. Though he limped slightly he forced himself to walk without them as he was sick of the way they made his palms ache and shoulders tense. Adler passed by his office on his way to his bedroom only to notice that his answering machine light was on. He paused and turned around to make a detour. Adler entered his office, a neat minimal space with a simple window, desk, and bookshelf, and leaned down to click the play button on whatever message had been left for him.

The voice of Sims split the air immediately, “Hey, Doc, heard ya got it bad. Wanted to wish you some good luck or somethin’. Heard you went back to Cali. Sunshine and girls, huh? Doesn’t seem your style..”

There was a long pause before Sims spoke again, “I’m kinda stalling, here, I’ll be honest. I overheard Hudson having a conversation with some other agents. Said he didn’t think you’d make it back to working again.”

Adler felt his fists clench at each side. Hudson had always been a roadblock. Keeping secrets during the mission, doubting Adler’s methods, giving poor direction, Hudson seemed to always find a way to ruin things.

“I’m giving you a heads up,” Sims continued, “because I think there’s a chance if you do come back, Hudson is finding a reason to make you leave again. We both know he doesn’t like you. And, honestly, you’re one of the few I trust here. Keep your head on a swivel, man. Heal up and get back in the game.”

The machine beeped, signalling the end of the message. Adler would have clicked the stop button so the tape wouldn’t run but it wasn’t like there was anything else saved on it. Not until he heard the new voice ringing through the room. This one sent a practically paralyzing wave through him, jolting his insides and tightening his chest.

“Russ, I’m sorry for calling, I just wanted to let you know that… Well I wanted you to know that I really do hope you get better. I hope something in you changes. I know you’re abl-” Adler clicked the stop button. He couldn’t take hearing his ex wife's voice any longer. When he first got that message, years ago, he had listened to it on repeat until finally he forbade himself, taking pity on himself for how pathetic it was to fall asleep at a bare wooden desk with his hand resting heavily on the rewind button. Since then he preserved the tape, changing it out for a blank one whenever he left home for a long time just in case he got calls and the messages overwrote the one from his ex. Why he saved a tape he would never listen to he did not know. This past mission he must have forgotten to change it.

Adler stared at the answering machine, tempted to simply defile the tape and rip its film out, but he remained motionless as two halves of him fought for dominance. A part of him whispered to leave it be and another thought that perhaps destroying it would give him some kind of respite from the torment of the memories. For once he found himself indecisive. Adler was a man who knew how to make the hard choices. He knew who to kill and who to torture, where to go and what to do. Adler always called the shots yet right at this moment he felt helpless against himself. The two sides fighting left him frozen staring at the machine.

Finally, like some kind of compromise was found, he opened up the machine, took the tape out, and made his way to his kitchen. As his foot pressed down on the lever of the trash can and he held the tape over the gaping abyss of the top he hesitated. The action made him want to do nothing less than vomit but he dropped the tape inside and walked away as soon as he could muster, just to avoid dunking his hand inside to retrieve the tape. Adler didn’t even care about taking his leather jacket off anymore. He quickly located a clear tape in his desk drawer and put it inside the machine. He then went to his living room, plopping down in an armchair a little heavier than he’d have liked. The man removed his glasses, haphazardly tossing them on the coffee table, and ran his hands down his face as if rubbing at the flesh would take away all the wear and age; like the scars would wipe away like dry erase marker on a white board, the wrinkles of time would simply melt back into their past youthfulness, and the dullness in his eyes would polish into something brighter.

Just as he leaned back and attempted a calming deep breath his watch began to beep. Adler groaned and didn’t bother to look as he fumbled with the buttons to shut the alarm off. He knew it was his alarm for his antibiotics but he couldn’t be bothered. Not when they didn’t help with the pain like Oxycodone did and he knew his body was strong enough to fight off just about anything. Of course, just to keep the suspicion off, he would likely throw the pills out later just so he would refill his prescription at the proper time.

All through life Adler hadn’t cared for medication. He was consistently certain his immune system was just fine and consistently his body proved him right. No coat in winter? No cold. Hung around his sick friends? Perfectly fine.Slight rise in body temperature? Nothing came of it. Why would he need to start worrying now? He sure didn’t have this kind of luxury medication in ‘Nam and he had survived.

‘Nam.

Vietnam.

The Vietnam War.

Adler hadn’t been some expendable cannon fodder soldier in those times. He was special. His services were extraordinary and the results of said services had endless worth to the CIA. Back in those days Adler was much younger than he was now. In his early thirties he had been at least a little lively. Thinking back to those times only served to remind Adler of the memories implanted into Bell’s mind.

His little lab experiment.

That memory he planted, where he led them to the helicopter to dispatch for that day’s mission, he had been smiling. The detail was no accident, either. Of all the lies in the entire situation surrounding Bell, that smile hadn’t been one of them. Sure, he didn’t lead Bell to the helicopter, but he led someone to the helicopter and he smiled at them.

What was so worth smiling back then?

Adler had been in the midst of a war that didn’t seem to end. One that was fed by rich men with no other fun except to watch little working class ants go off to die overseas. The only smiles that ever went around Camp Haskins were that of drunk men playing poker, betting MREs like they were anything more than flavorless packets meant to sustain. The other soldiers had no goal but to survive in the brutal fields and forests. The jungle was the only thing half of them knew at that point and it was a dangerous place. Unlike them, Adler had more than that. He was an important asset, a team leader, a man worth being revered. He had something to gain and something to lose, though.

Something to lose.

What did he have to lose now?

Adler had a house and truck he could easily replace. Beyond that he had money and a knee injury but nothing more. What did he have then that he doesn’t have now? Over time all he ever did was gain more control, more money, more connections. He was even less expendable than before and, almost a greater point of satisfaction, he was a nuisance that the CIA couldn’t rid themselves of. The CIA needed him.

If he was so needed then why was he so alone in this moment of darkness?

What was missing?

Adler’s eyes slowly drifted towards the archway into the kitchen. He couldn’t see it but he knew what he was looking for. The trash can. The tape. His ex wife. She had given him someone to come home to, someone to care for, someone to live for. She was his purpose.

Now she was missing. Not even that, no. Adler knew she was somewhere. In fact, if anything, she was somewhere here in San Diego. He was here too.

Or was he?

The man surely was here in the flesh, but without his purpose, that thing which sustained him and seemed to justify every misdeed he’d ever committed, he wasn’t truly there in his head.

#catching strays #cod fanfic #yandere russell adler #cod adler #adler cod #cod bocw #cod cold war #indulgent writing #operator 823 #russell adler x reader #cod bell #bell cod

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swooning-skulls · 1 year ago

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--- 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: Alter, Ash, Ballistic, Bangalore, Bloodhound, Catalyst, Conduit, Crypto, Fuse, Gibraltar, Horizon, Lifeline, Mad Maggie, Mirage, Newcastle, Octane, Pathfinder, Rampart, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson, Wraith

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:

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 2 years ago

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How to/What to request

Ok, I've been asked to make a kind of form, so here it goes...

Things I do:

Any COD character x FReader, MReader, and I can try GNReader but I promise nothing.

Canon x canon

Renders. Please provide description if you'd like a self insert.

Call of Duty and Reboot, Cold War, Black Ops... just ask me, I lost count of who I have

NSFW except what I'll detail in not do

I can TRY making renders of OCs

Please provide details (prompt, setting etc...) and specify

I WON'T DO:

Explicit renders. Suggestive is fine

Beast/Monster AUs, Non-con, dub-con, underage, kidnapping, yandere, abusive, choking, spitting, etc. There are kinks I'm okay with and partake in, others not.

Heavy angst, deaths, explicit torture or explicit SA

I'm open to discuss your ideas

I have set up a KO-FI which I'll use to buy more DAZ models and/or comission REAL ARTISTS (which I'm not)

I DO NOT REQUIRE PAYMENT TO FULFILL REQUESTS

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mockerycrow · 2 years ago

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𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺

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.

-> last updated nov. 25th, 2023

#crow’s rambles #old requesting rules

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yanderestarangel · 2 years ago

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☆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.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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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?

#yandere call of duty #yandere cod cold war #yandere cod #yandere call of duty cold war #yandere russell adler

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anime-potato-san · 2 months ago

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if January of 1984 happen as it did in Multiplayer with Yandere!Bell, let’s just say that Adler’s capturers would be lucky if they live thought the nights(let alone be able to transport him from the mall to the hidden base) and that’s assuming she didn’t come with them on the mall mission to begin with(let just say that the two end up covered in red by the time it’s all over)

Adler wanted her to stay behind from the mission to do her decryption stuff, and Bell, begrudgingly, listens to him. She'll do anything he asks, but that doesn't mean she agrees with every single thing. Bell does know her worth and understands that she has skills other than killing and spying.

Now, once he got captured, none of his captors survived. There was so much blood and gore it could have been a Saw movie. Poor Adler didn't even have a chance to kill anyone.

Adler, for once, was intimidated by Bell, yet also so thankful for her devotion to him. To the CIA, to the free world. It never really clicked for him until then

Bell got lots of appreciation and special treatment for the next week.

The worst part for her is that she felt a tinge of satisfaction at the fact that Adler had to go through what she went through by his hands. But her love and devotion triumphs over the schadenfreude.

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 4 days ago

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hello there, I have a Cold War request for a Yandere! Adler x Yandere!Bell!Reader(was thinking Fem but I’m down for gender neutral as well). Basically the two are yandere for each other. Perhaps some fool tries to attack one of the two only to be killed by both during one night out from their safehouse. Or just a look into their twisted love for each other .

if you are interested

Hi!!

I'm sorry this took so long, I hope it's worth the wait!

Playing Along

Yandere!Russell Adler x Yandere!Bell!F!Reader

Warnings for: canon typical violence

Russell took another deep breath. He folded his arms, clenching his hands into fists to stop his fingers from shaking. His stomach sank when he caught sight of his watch and saw that it had only been six minutes.

Just six minutes without you, and he was a nervous wreck; physically shaking from the anxiety of being away from you. He tried to breathe in again, leaning back against the sharp metal slats of his chair, the pressure dampened by his jacket as he stared up at the shadowy ceiling.

You were one room over. One. He knew exactly where you were. In the room next door. You were separated from him by one, windowless door. The door was unlocked, but it was the only entrance or exit to the room. If anyone, including you, wanted to leave, you would have to go past him. He hadn’t seen you, so you had to still be in that room.

He knew all of that. He repeated it over and over in his head, reassuring himself that you were just next door. So, why wasn’t he able to calm down?

He should be relieved. The mission in Berlin had been a success. Thanks to you, the team had caught up to Kraus, who had led them straight to Volkov, whom you had eliminated without hesitation. They’d walked away intact, with the intel they needed, and a key target eliminated.

But, it had come at the cost of Adler losing track of you.

He’d only just tolerated letting you away from his side to meet Hudson’s contact in the café. He’d forced himself to manage it, by knowing that he would be standing just across the street, watching you through the window. It was almost like you had known it, as when you sat down it was right in the gap between the curtains. The soft lamp light made your hair glow as you huddled over the table, listening in on Kraus as you waited for Volkov’s contact to arrive.

Only, he hadn’t. Kraus was tipped off, and the Stasi swarmed in, and he had to tell you to go alone to stay safe. Even then, he’d had the sliver of hope that you were meeting up with Park and Lazar, and if nothing else, they should be able to keep you in one piece.

They just had to let you go after Kraus alone. You got in masterfully, not disturbing the family, finding the information about the bomb, planting the tracker… all ruined when Park let Kraus get the drop on you. Your comms had gone silent, and left Adler with nothing but a dot on Park’s screen, blinking meanly to indicate Kraus’ location. All he could do was hope that Kraus would be smart enough to bring you with him to Volkov, and that Adler would arrive in time to get you back.

He did, he wanted it noted. He’d pushed the team to move faster at every step; wet weather be damned. He’d been the first up the ladder onto the roof, looking down through the glass to see the impromptu interrogation not going Volkov’s way. He’d kicked your chair over, leaning over you like that would intimidate you. Adler had made sure that you knew better than that.

He gave the signal once he knew you’d seen him. How your eyes suddenly looked past Volkov’s head, lips twitching as you saw him, silhouetted against the stormy sky, before he gave the order to deploy smokes, blowing out the windows and inciting the carnage down below.

He had done everything to get you back with him, and now someone thought that she could take you away from him again.

It was just Park, doing a check-up, to make sure that Volkov didn’t disturb anything inside your head, a small part of him tried to reason. He shook his head, letting his arms fall back to his side. He could have done that. Adler had made himself your closest confidant. If you felt that anything was off, you were far more likely to tell him, than her.

But Park wasn’t going to let that happen. She still thought he was too reckless. The chaotic escape and your killing Volkov hadn’t helped that. She was convinced that she had the right to keep you away from him, so he didn’t ruin all of their hard work.

Russell tried taking another deep breath, counting it out like Sims had told him his shrink talked about. It still didn’t work, so he turned and stared at the door. The only thing that would help the sick feeling in his gut would be to get up, open that door, and order Park out of the room. To remind her that this, that you, were his operation, and if he thought the most effective route would be to brainwash you into believing they were lovers, then that was what they would do.

It had worked, too. After he’d untied and armed you, you had stalked Volkov like a wolf does prey, killing him exactly as Adler had asked you to. You’d turned to kiss him over the corpse, and he would have let you, if Park hadn’t been half a step behind him.

The door opened. Speak of the devil.

“Good, you’re here…” Park quickly shut the door behind her, and lowered her voice as she spoke. “Something’s wrong with Bell.”

“How so?” Russell straightened up, like he wasn’t staring daggers into the door moments ago.

She hesitated. “Just… she feels too lucid. She knows something that we don’t.”

“She does. That’s the whole reason she’s here.”

“Well, more than that. It feels like…”

He chuckled, cutting her off harshly. “‘Feels like’? You have any evidence to back up this feeling of yours?”

“It’s…” She stared at him, like she thought something was wrong with him, too. “Call it a hunch, but something isn’t right.”

“Your concerns are noted.” Adler stood, grabbing his forgotten pack of cigs from the table.

“She just kept asking to see you. Wouldn’t say anything about the mission, just asked for you, over and over… with this weird look in her eye.”

“A strange look? That’s your evidence?” Adler pushed past her, already reaching for the door.

“Will you listen to me!” Park raised her voice. “Something is wrong with Bell. I’m worried…”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it. Bell’s fine.” He rested his hand on the handle as he silently watched her realise that she wasn’t going to get her way.

“Fine. I tried to warn you.” She turned and walked away quickly, no doubt about to go rat on him to Lazar and Sims. She wouldn’t go to Hudson, who was the only one who could actually do anything. He liked her even less than he did Adler.

Russell put that brewing mess from his mind as he pulled the door open, already feeling himself relaxing. It felt complete when he finally saw you again, his face breaking into a smile to match yours as the door swung closed behind him.

“How’re you doing, Bell?”

“I’m alright. Better, now that you’re here.” You smiled at him, sitting up straighter in your chair, seemingly unaware of the restraints hanging limply from the legs and arms.

“Hell of a mission, huh?” He reached out and gently cupped your chin. A bruise was already swelling on your cheekbone. Kraus was lucky that the fire fight had been chaotic. It stopped Adler from doing worse than killing him. “Looks like quite a knock.”

“Sure.” You shrugged and brushed his hand away. “But we got what we needed, right?”

He nodded. “A lot of CIA heads will be sleeping soundly tonight, thanks to you.”

His smile faltered as you chuckled, your eyes shining bright as you peered up at him, waiting for his reaction. “I didn’t do it for them. Or you.”

“Then… why?” Adler fought the urge to stake a step back as you stood up, your speed tipping the chair over behind you. Part of him wanted you close, another, smaller part, wanted you far away.

“He got in my way. He took me away from you.” You pressed your chest against his, his breath catching in his chest as Russell gazed into your eyes.

Park was right. For once. You weren’t brainwashed, at all.

Adler waited for you to try and kill him. Shoot him, strangle him, beat him with the chair. For, despite everything, his stupid heart to get him killed. The one time he’d ever opened himself up to genuinely feeling for another person, and it would be the end of him, like he’d always known it would.

But it never came. You just kept staring, perceiving him through his sunglasses as you waited for him to respond. Pressed close, but not taking it further… yet.

“Why… are you… playing along?”

“As your good little brainwashed pet?” You slowly raised your arm, running your fingers over his shirt collar. Your fingernail scrapes like a breath over his skin as you tease the soft cotton between finger and thumb. For half a second, Russell forgot how to breathe. “Because it keeps me close to you.”

Something in deep inside him tried to bristle, to snap him back to reality. His experiment hadn’t worked, and for weeks he’d been missing how you’d faked every move you made.

“We’re quite alike, you and I.” You continued, reaching up further, running your fingertips over his rough scar. “Almost mirrors of each other. You know exactly why I stick around, why I play the part, because you feel it too. That need, to stay with me, to be with me… because us being apart is unbearable to fathom.”

Maybe, the brainwashing had worked, just not in the way it was originally intended. Who was to say that this part of you, wasn’t just part of him being reflected back. Maybe, the brainwashing had made something better than he could ever hope for. Maybe, he’d brainwashed himself. You were stood right in front of him. You would be in his arms, if he could just raise them. Yet he was frozen, letting you take the lead, like you had when you’d tried to kiss him earlier in the night, like you had on the drive from the city to the safehouse.

“I mean…” You leant even closer to him, arms resting over his shoulders as you whispered, breath ghosting over his ear. “I’m flattered, really. That whole brainwashing thing, it’s… inspired. You were so eager, so desperate, you were willing to skip the whole awkward phase and get straight to the important bit. You needed me so badly you were willing to remake me to fit.”

Adler smiled slightly, suddenly feeling his fingers twitch, and he found he could move them again.

You leant back, face falling into worry, seeing his arms still at his side. “And if you want to try again, do it right…”

“No. No, that won’t be necessary. I like you just how you are, Bell.” The words spilled out of his mouth, the speed matching how he moved to embrace you, cupping your face in his hands. He wasn’t going to risk his blind meddling fucking you up. Not now that he knew you were in it for him.

You smile, relief washing over your face. He liked how it looked, and brushed his thumb over your cheek as he mused aloud. “I’m not letting you be taken from me again.”

“Like I would let someone take me.”

“Of course,” he kissed your forehead, “but, it’s not just agents of Perseus we have to worry about. Park suspects something.”

“So, we’ll deal with her. Easy. I’ll deal with all of them…”

Russell inhaled sharply, catching your hand as you reached for his gun. “No. We need to plan this carefully; let it play out as naturally as possible. Killing everyone would only bring a lot more attention to us…”

“And render most of Europe uninhabitable… ruin a lot of nice places to live. And… kill a lot of people.” You bit your lip, moodily hanging your head.

“No, no… Chin up.” Russell brought your face back up to his. “We’ll sort all of this out, then drive off into the sunset.”

“Like Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Exactly.”

“Except, we won’t get caught and shot.”

“No.” Adler smiled, his eyes skating down to your lips. “We have to keep everything rolling, get to a natural point for you to reveal the plans. If you suddenly come up with all the answers now, it will raise suspicion about the… earlier interrogations.”

You nodded, lips parting as you took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, then.”

“You’re… sorry?”

“I was afraid… I thought if I told you the truth, you’d kill me, and we’d be torn apart forever.” Your lips were hovering above his.

Adler felt his heart thud in his chest. “And now?”

“Now I know that we would both throw the world away for each other.”

“We would… but we don’t have to.”

“Yes, you’re going to make me wait.” You pouted. “What do we do?”

“Keep going, for now. We’ll see where the lead takes us in Ukraine.”

“Then?” You tilted your head to one side, smiling.

“Follow the next lead.”

“And then?”

“The next. Until we find the right one, you ‘remember’ everything,” he let you link your fingers with his, “we take care of it, and then… we disappear.”

“Won’t they go looking for you?” You pull his jacket open, pulling out the ID badge he has stuffed in his pocket, flipping the CIA logo up mockingly before his covered eyes.

“No.” He shook his head, watching you toss the badge unceremoniously onto the floor. “Once Perseus is taken care of… there will be quite a few people willing to see the back of me.”

“After all you do for them?” You frowned. “They don’t know a good thing when they see one.”

“They sure don’t.” He tugged you close to his body, taking the lead for once. “It’s not like I’ve ever needed them to.”

“True. And, you don’t need them anymore. You have me.”

“I have you.” He echoed, watching the relief on your face again. “What do you think?”

“I think… it sounds worth waiting for.” You watched him start to smile, before speaking again. “But, only a little.”

He chuckled, letting you reach up and pull his sunglasses off. “Noted.”

“So…” you affixed his glasses to your own face, giving him a taste of his own medicine as you asked, “where will we go first?”

“Somewhere quiet, I think. You ever been to Seville, Bell?”

You shivered in his arms at the nickname. “No. Where then?”

“I don’t…” He trailed off, pushing his sunglasses up onto your brow as he realised what you were doing. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Your eyes lit up again. “I should hope so.”

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ladysouthpaw1213 · 5 months ago

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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)

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djloveyou3000 · 2 months ago

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Belladonna

Chapter thirty

He clung to them. Every time. Arms locked around their waist or neck, voice small and trembling, calling them, “Mama… Papa…parent don’t go.” And Bell would wake up with damp cheeks, chest tight, arms reaching out for someone who wasn’t there.

At first, Bell told themself it was a side effect of the mind control unraveling. But then came the photos on the team’s desks—snapshots of Mason’s son, of Sims’ twins, of even Hudson with his girls in a silly birthday hat. Bell stared longer than they should have, a cold emptiness spreading in their stomach like spilled ink. Where was their child?

And then there was the letter. The final push. It was no longer a question of if. It was now when.

Bell walked through the base like a ghost that morning, calm on the outside but storming within. They found Russell in the briefing room, flipping through files. His eyes flicked up when he sensed them near, narrowing slightly at the look on Bell’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone cautious but not yet alarmed.

Bell’s voice was quiet. “I think… I need to go.”

Russell’s entire body tensed. “Go where?”

“To Russia.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then straightened slowly. “Before you go on,” he said sharply, “you better explain.”

Bell inhaled deeply, trying to keep it together. “I’ve been having dreams. The same one. Of a boy. A child… who clings to me, calls me parent. And I know it sounds insane but… I don’t think it’s just a dream. I think they’re memories. Real ones. And I think—” They hesitated, voice cracking. “I think he’s my son.”

Russell stared at them like he had just been stabbed in the gut.

His jaw clenched so tightly Bell thought it might snap. “A son?” he repeated, low and dangerous. His mind raced—who? When? With who? The thought of someone else touching Bell, having a child with them—it made his blood boil. He wanted names. He wanted bodies. He wanted that other parent dead and buried.

Bell didn’t notice the way Russell’s expression darkened with each passing second. They were rambling now, clearly stressed. “I didn’t want to tell you right away because I didn’t want to have false hope, and I didn’t want you to be excited and then disappointed if it turns out I’m wrong. And part of me thought maybe it’s just my brain playing tricks—”

Russell grabbed them suddenly, not harshly, but firm enough to stop the spiral. He kissed them deeply, trying to anchor them, and then pulled away just enough to look into their eyes.

“Breathe,” he said quietly but commandingly. “In. Out.”

Bell did as told, eyes closing, face pressed into the crook of his neck. They could feel his heart hammering, fast and hard like their own. Russell held the back of their head, breathing in their scent like it would keep him grounded, and kissed their head softly.

“You really think… the boy is yours?” he asked, softer now, though there was a thread of something unhinged buried under the surface.

Bell nodded, still clinging to him like a lifeline. “Yeah. I know it.”

Russell was silent for a long time, arms wrapped around them protectively. Every bone in his body screamed mine at the thought of anyone else laying claim to Bell or their child. But underneath the rage, the possessiveness, there was something else—a flicker of curiosity… of fear.

Then… his thoughts drifted.

To darker places.

What if Bell remembered who the other parent was?

What if they were still in love with them?

What if the child—his son, their son—was still emotionally attached to the other parent? Still called them mother or father with that same innocent affection Bell now received in their dreams?

Russell’s throat burned.

What if… Bell saw that person again… and wanted to go back?

What if they looked at that person with the same tenderness they once gave him?

His hands tightened slightly on Bell’s back, eyes darkening behind his lashes. He could feel it now—the monster crawling up his spine. He’d kill them. He’d burn their home to ash, erase them from history. No one—no one—would take Bell from him. Not again. Not ever.

“Okay,” he finally said, jaw tight but voice steady. “Then we’re going to Russia. Together. I’ll make a plan. But I swear, Bell… if that boy is yours—” he looked them dead in the eye, “then he’s mine too. And no one will take him from us. Not even his other parent. Especially not them.”

Bell didn’t say anything, just nodded, overwhelmed—but also, for the first time in a long while… maybe a little hopeful.

Russell pressed a final kiss to their temple and murmured, “Tell me everything. Every dream. Every detail. I need to know exactly what you saw.”

Because deep down, beneath the rage and fear, the monster in him whispered cruel promises…

If you remember them…

If you love them…

I’ll make you forget.

Forever.

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