Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Edgar Allen Poe- Behind the Frozen Hall

Warnings: Smut Eventually, Gentle Sex, Praising

Pronouns- Both- (He/Him)

Gifts- Poe- Black Cat in the Rue Morgue, (M/N)- None

(M/N)'s POV:

I woke up in a dark room. Shocked, I shot up, though surprised realizing I was laying underneath sheets in a comfortable bed. 

'Where the fuck am I'

I thought, nerves overwhelmed me.  My eyes tiredly scanned the room, being met with a large room. I looked up, realizing I was in a 4-post bed with Victorian style carvings and decorations around the room. There was a candle chandelier in the center above a large patterned rug, dark red and brownish yellow woven in. There was also a huge dresser with a floor length mirror beside it. To the left, was a set of double doors made of dark wood. I looked to the right and saw two windows, covered by dark red curtains. 

I noticed a softly lit candle to the left of the bed, on a wooden night side table. I reached over and grabbed it, the melting wax pouring slowly onto my fingers, burning them slightly. But for some reason I could care less. I threw my legs over the bed and looked down at my attire. I was in nothing but a pair of black boxers. 

'What the hell?! Where are my clothes?!' 

My mouth opened slightly, a small shiver escaping my lips, the cold room overtaking me. I placed my feet on the hardwood floor, the coldness chilling my feet. Mindlessly, my feet wandered over to the windows. I was hoping that there was something I could use to help me figure out where I was. 

My free hand lifted the curtain slightly and I was met with nothing but darkness and glowing yellow words whizzing around. I nearly dropped the candle, a shocked expression on my face.

"Poe did this?" My voice was nothing more than a whisper, my own breath being seen due to the coldness of the air. 

I shivered again, gripping the candle tightly, turning my attention to the doors. A soft glow of light was noticeable, peering beneath the doors. I wandered towards them, opening it slowly. Now all that was on my mind was Poe. 

Why had he done this? Why me? I was a slave to the guild, nothing more than a pawn who knew how to use a gun and pay taxes like every fucked up person in America. 

The door led into a long, seemingly endless hallway, dimly  lit by rows of candles between each window that showed nothing but yellow and black as far as I could see. The floor had a long red and yellow carpet. 

At the end of the hallway was yet another set of dark wooden doors, a flickering light glowing beneath it just like my room had. No other rooms were lit, so he must be there. 

I walked down the icy hallway, body shivering. The only thing you could hear was my shaky exhales and the clacking of my teeth slightly due to the cold temperature. It felt as though time was slowed down. It seemed as though I would never get there because my body moved so slowly. Surely, I would get hypothermia. It doesn't help that I'm nearly naked and my clothes are gone. 

'Fuck! How long is this gonna take?' 

I shivered again, finally reaching the door. I heard nothing but the clacking of a... typewriter?

My frozen fingers wrapped around the golden door handle, turning the knob, opening the door with a creak. It was another room just like mine? But I was wrong, the room extended further, sharing as a little library or office if you prefer. 

"P-poe?" You walked in the room, shutting the door behind me. 

"Hello (M/N). How are you?" His voice was soft and bored, clearly his attention was turned to something else, the clacking sound still continuing.