I’ve been introduced into playing the dying light games by a friend a while back and found your kyle crane x reader fanfic, and honestly. Your writing is chef kiss 😭❤️ oasis in a desert, 10/10
Looking forward to the possibility of a fic from you set in the The Beast’s timeline! I’d totally read an alpha/omega themed piece fr 🏃🏻
Oh my stars, you flatter me 😭❤️ thank you SO much I am truly shocked and pleasantly surprised that more than like 5 people even read it 😂
I would love to continue the story over several acts. I’ve got the next piece partially worked on… in short, it’d be an arc where Kyle and reader become very bonded and then Kyle’s worst fears come to fruition when Rais gets his hands on her. Cue feral Kyle Crane being insane about getting his girl back ✨
Then we’d time skip. I don’t want to get too into the weeds because I’m still fleshing it out, but yeah basically Kyle isn’t the only one Baron has been experimenting on. Reader ended up there too. If what the Baron turned Kyle into can be considered an “alpha”, then reader got the “omega” treatment. You’re very special, he has big plans for you. And then something something things happen from there~
Anyway, I don’t know when I’ll ever get around to it. Here’s a snippet from rough draft of Act II 🧍
“Kyle,” you breathe. He looks like hell. You pop up on your toes to kiss him, arms looping him into a hug. “You were out all night.”
“I know…” he says apologetically, dwarfing you with a hug of his own. His face buries itself into your neck and you revel in how he takes a deep breath of you, letting it out with all the relief of being home.
That’s what you’ve become for each other—home. Or at least, that’s how you feel anyway.
He murmurs into your hair, “You didn’t stay up all night, did you?”
“No,” you lie. “You didn’t have any issues with Rais, did you?”
“Nah.” He’s lying too.
You sigh, trying to pull away but he doesn’t let you. Mm, yeah. That’s bad. That’s usually a sign he got hurt. He’s trying to enjoy a moment of peace with you before you start pestering him about it.
“How bad is it?” you mumble into his shoulder, punctuating it with a kiss.
“Maybe just a few stitches. It’s fine. Stay with me for just a minute.” He squeezes you a little tighter.
It’s moments like this that Kyle shows just how human he really is. When he has a long night and just needs a hug, and from you of all people.
The butterflies this man still gives you are unreal.
“I missed you, too,” you murmur, gently rubbing along his broad back and down his spine.
He deflates against you, practically melts. His voice drops low and hushed and it feels more like he’s talking to himself than you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Well, good thing you won’t have to find out. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m rather fond of you, Kyle. Don’t plan on dumping you just yet.”
Pulling back, taking your face into his hands, he looks down at you very soberly. It’s unnerving.
“Hey.” You lay a hand atop his. “It was a joke, Kyle. I’m not leaving you at all—”
“I know, I—Listen, I don’t want you going out for a while, alright?” He looks at you intently, anxiously awaiting your agreement.
Your brows knit. “I just do little errands anyway. House calls to folks that are close. I never go far.”
He shakes his head. “No. Not even for that. Not for a little while at least. Can you promise me that?”
“Not really,” you answer slowly, perplexed. “I have patients that are immobile, Kyle. You know that.”
“I… I know,” he says, strained and raking a hand through his short hair. “It’s just for a few days until I can sort things out. If you need something—anything—outside these walls, I will get it for you. I will deliver whatever to whoever for you. Alright?”
He looks almost scared. It makes you scared too. “Kyle, what happened?”
His lips form a thin line, his tongue peeking out to wet them. He shakes his head. “Think I kicked the hornets' nest.“
“Rais?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a big nest.”
“Yeah, I know. And it’s a big fucking hornet.” He lets out an exhausted, pleading sigh. “Which is why I’d feel a lot better if you just laid low for a little while. I don’t want anyone knowing you're connected to me. You’d be target number one—just the kind of guy he is.”
“I’m connected to you, huh?” you say, draping your arms over his shoulders, pushing up onto your toes to kiss his cheek and hum against it. “Mm, I like the sound of that. How so? How are we connected? Can you show me? I’m a visual learner.”
Sometimes it’s best to just distract him.
He lets out a torn, verging on defeated noise, his hands begrudgingly finding and settling on your waist. “Hey, you know I’m actually being serious here...”
So you kiss his neck. It instantly puts a conflicted whine in his throat, a sound that undoes you every time.
“So am I, Kyle,” you murmur against him, hands caressing down the slopes of his neck, kneading at the junction where they meet his broad shoulders. He lets out a noise akin to a purr.
“This isn’t fair,” he complains half heartedly.
“Do you want me to be? Doesn’t it feel nice when I’m not?”
He looks at you earnestly, tiredly, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Just promise me, baby.”
“Kyle… You know I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can.”
“We’ll be careful—it’ll be fine.”
He dips in and kisses your neck, his voice low and gravelly as his lips brush against it with every word. “Don’t make me beg.”
Rated: E
Word Count: 10k
Pairing: Andy(Undead Unluck)/Fuuko Izumo
Summary: Fuuko has a nightmare. Andy has an idea. He's pretty sure he can take her mind off things.
Chapter 7 is updated 🦈🌸 mind the trauma (sorry Sakura 😭)
Fic: Yōkai Sunset (AO3 link)
Pairing: Kisame/Sakura
Rating: M
Word Count/Chapters: 40k, 7/?
Genres: Horror / Romance / Humor / Dark
Other Tags: Canon Divergent AU / Yokai AU / Timeskip / Slowburn / Swordsman Sakura / BAMF Sakura / Too much banter someone just end me pls / Let Sakura be muscular
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“Come back later?" Sakura scoffed. "Kisame, at the very least we need to stay here and help.”
Kisame pulled a disapproving face. “Help? They seem like they’re doing just fine.”
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Sakura's nostrils flared from a deep exhale. “You heard her as well as I did,” she huffed, slapping a hand to her cocked hip. “Some yōkai has been snatching up beautiful women around here. Does that not seem problematic to you?”
“No?” Kisame shrugged. “Not like you’re in any danger.”
Oh. Oh, so it was going to be like that.
She could say something to defend herself, sure, but trying to argue that she was definitely attractive enough for a picky yōkai to eat didn’t exactly seem productive.
“Your new friend is though,” she pointed out. “Don’t you care about that?”
“You’re the only thing I care about keeping alive.”
“My, that’d almost sound sweet if you didn’t refer to me as a ‘thing’.”
He cracked a grin. “Oh, you want me to be sweet to you, Kunoichi? It's about time you asked, I could give it a try.”
