Could You Write A Cysova Fanfic? Doesnt Matter If Its Smut, I Just Dont Feel Like X Reader.

Could you write a cysova fanfic? Doesn’t matter if it’s smut, I just don’t feel like x reader.

I know who you are and sure 👀

Can you do Yan detective x murder reader

(If you want a name which is optional I got a few, Jason,Kyle,Ashton <- [most recommend in my opinion],Frank)

I hope it was okay! Sorry for not posting anything for so long- Had small problems with my mental health and school TW; mentions of death, murders, blood, yandere behaviour, kidnapping, stalking

reader is gn

Yan Detective x Murderer reader Requests open

The messenger strikes again! Whole group of highschool friends were found dead.... click to find out more!

Ashton bit his thumb as he read another article that night. His tired eyes scanned the painfully flashy site. His co-worker sent him a few of the articles along with this one. For anything that could help him catch the murderer.

Hands shaking and lips pressed into a thin line.

So many people have died recently.

He closed his eyes before getting up and walking to the balcony to smoke. The best stress reliever he had right now. The night was cold. The beautiful once view from his tenement house now covered with ruthless modern architecture. It looked fucking ugly. He took a deep breath in, the smoke burned his throat slightly. It felt nice, he exhaled watching as the gray smoke slowly dissolved in the air.  The case he decided to take seemed simple. It started with one person. Judy Millers. Very pretty young adult, she came from a wealthy family. Ashton actually knew her, back in the day they went to high school. 

A queen bee. He was lucky enough not to get crushed by her. People loved her despite her being an absolute asshole. Judy looked like she was dragged out of some highschool drama. Wealthy, pretty and known for being a bitch.

Her father found her dead in her bathroom. Ashton remembers that night so clearly, when he walked into the bathroom the stench of blood and death overwhelmed his senses. Eyes watering. 

Judy was in more than a bad shape, he could barely recognize her. Face slashed,he could see parts of the bone. She was naked, and the girl was gutted like a pig. Homicide. His eyes darted to the wall behind her head.

“It’s not so funny now is it?” That’s how the murderer got their name, messenger, it sounded slightly stupid but it was a name nonetheless. After Judy, the messenger killed more and more people. Oddly enough they were all from his old high school.

He swore to the father that he will solve the case, but months passed and he still hasn't caught the killer.

Suddenly he heard the door open. Someone walked into his apartment, they were slowly approaching him. He didn’t move, but a smile appeared on his lips. Wide, unnatural he waited as the person behind him got closer. Slowly the person wrapped their hands around his waist. The stench of blood hit his nose in an instant.

They whine. He chuckled as he threw away the cigarette. “Someone got to them before me, can you believe it?” Their voice was rough, but oh so beautiful. It made Ashtons heart burn.

“Oh, oh my love I’m so sorry.” He turned around to hug them back, kissing their head. It was messy, the blood started to already dry out.

“You should take a bath y/n, the blood will be hard to get out, huh?” They nodded, smiling at him before dragging their body to the bathroom. He watched them disappear behind the doorway. He must admit, you look hot in bloody red.

Truth to be told, he found the killer or well the killer found him. After a few of the murders, he decided the question the people who went to the same highschool and were still alive. 

You were the last person on the list, and man when he saw you again after all these years the feelings hit him back. You looked like a wreck, dark circles under your eyes and he swore you had the smell of death on you. Man, even after all these years you were so so lovely. He had fallen for you again.

From then on he started to watch you, even getting to your house. It was full of evidence, and plans to kill everyone who bullied you over the years. He saw the photo of judy with huge X and knife plunged into the middle of her face. He admits he might have got off to the smell of blood on your clothes.

You were the messenger, and he was so sure but he didn’t give you away. Hell, he planned to steal you away actually.

He might have killed a few people along the way, mostly co workers. 

Some got too close, some asked too many questions. He couldn’t share you. He couldn’t share his case. You were his, you were his to understand. To solve. To catch.

He watched you kill some of the people on your list, dreamily sighing as he watched you laugh maniacally as you did. You almost died once, not expecting the victims friend coming back early you didn’t notice them slowly creeping on you with a knife. You were oh so lucky he was near. He saved the day, successfully killing that fucker only to find you were nowhere to be seen. He felt so disappointed. He didn’t even get a chance to even talk to you. Then he found a small gift. A single finger and bloody message.

Every week he got a small body part, along with some threatening messages, but in Ashtons mind, those very love letters. He cherished them.

Then you got into his house, full of rage, bloody, ready to kill him. He didn’t fight you, you looked so beautiful. His heart rammed in his chest as you were ready to stab him. His hands grabbed your face and he kissed you. You bit his tongue and blood filled his mouth. It was so romantic. Let’s say you didn’t leave the house for a good year after that. He kept you in his bedroom for a whole year, finally he had you.

You suffered a whole year, in his grip, answered his questions with a wide smile, describing the murders he already witnessed. Music to his ears. He made his love known, he killed the rest of your victims and brought you their hearts. He watched as you ripped them apart.

After that one year, you fell for him too, and that’s how both of you got to this point, and he knew, you won’t leave him.

In where…

Sova meets someone familiar in a mission

A/N: This isn't the fic that anon asked btw, this is just a fic that's been in the making for quite a bit, and I'm only posting it now

Chilling in the common area, he polished his bow as the distinctive chatter made him smile. Being with his fellow agents brought joy to his whole being, knowing they were still as lively as ever despite the dangers of their work.

He remembered the calm days he had with his friends back in Russia, where everything was still normal, where the world didn’t turn to shit. He vividly remembered this one person who he always hung out with, but they suddenly disappeared one day and left. He couldn’t remember their name, but he could remember what they looked like.

–

Going over the documents for the mission he was being sent on, Brimstone briefly mentioned that there would be witnesses and he would need to be extra careful with his actions. ‘Not a problem’ Sova thought, slipping some drugs into a drink wasn’t his forte, but it wasn’t hard either. He didn’t like the thought of drugging some person, but he wasn’t against it due to his work; not like he had any choice.

“Brimstone, it says here that a potential radiant will be present. I’m assuming that I will have to recruit this person?”

Now that Sova reached the last page of the document; he immediately saw a profile of the ‘new agent’. There was no attached photo of them, but it had their name, age, and birthday. The information probably came from Cypher, and that made him scoff. Although he disagreed with how Cypher gathered information, he couldn’t deny that it was useful.

“That’s why I simply didn’t hand over the document. (F/N) has been seen by multiple people using their radiant powers, and they’re being highly sought after Kingdom. It’s better if we recruit them now, or never.”

Sova nodded, bidding goodbye to Brimstone, and got ready for the mission. The mission was simple; Drug the CEO at the party, wait for him to eventually pass out, and secretly take the keypad and go into his office to take the folder and go find this recruit in the party and leave.

Simple, right?

Well…

–

At the supposed party, he clearly underestimated how many people there were going to be. He could see at least a hundred people chattering amongst themselves, the CEO still not in sight.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as the mission became much more… Harder. He doesn’t even know what this (F/N) looked like, and he was supposed to talk to almost everyone to even find them.

“And you must be..?” 

The CEO suddenly came up behind him, and Sova immediately introduced himself, quick to make some friendly talk… And the events that happened were within his plans.

Now that he got the folder… All he had to do was find this person.

As he talked to each and every person one by one, he was getting socially drained. And just as he was about to deem a semi-success, he saw a familiar face in the crowd. His eyes widened and desperately squeezed through the people to get to them.

Once he was close enough, their eyes met.

“... Sasha..?”

Sova gulped. Seeing their face again, he couldn’t stop the memories that came rushing back in. The person whom he lost and loved.

“Do you... Remember me..? (F/N)?”

Can you write a sova x reader fic where the main prompt is that sova somehow survived a spike explosion, and lost his memories in the process?

Okay now ur pushing it to angst, buddy 😾

"Don't love me."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you're everything."

An immortal being, trapped inside a world where quirks were normal, needed even.

He truly never wanted to kill someone, but alas, this was his punishment; being banished into an unknown world that he had no clue of.

Although, maybe this trip wasn't in vain. He met a lot of new friends, even confiding in them with his secret. But what happens when one of them confesses to him?

I'll post both the Sova x Cypher and Sova x Reader on the weekend, just a bit busy during weekdays