He only ever comes in after midnight. The bell above the door barely makes a sound when he steps inside, but she always notices. He sits in the same seat. Orders the same drink. Keeps his back to the wall like he's expecting something to come through it. He doesn't talk much. She doesn't ask questions. And somehow, that becomes their thing. In a city that never really sleeps, her bar becomes the one place he can exist without being watched, without being needed, without being the man everyone expects him to be. No missions. No blood on his hands. No ghosts standing at his shoulder. Just a glass of amber liquid. A quiet bartender with steady hands. And the kind of silence that feels safe instead of lonely. He always leaves before sunrise. But he always comes back. What starts as wordless understanding slowly unravels into something deeper - lingering glances, half-finished confessions, the brush of fingers when she passes him his drink. She never asks him to stay. He never promises that he will. Because loving someone like him means accepting the spaces between. And somewhere between late-night storms and early-morning goodbyes, she realizes she's falling for a man who doesn't know how to stop running - and he's falling first. A slow-burn romance built on tension, quiet vulnerability, emotional healing, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't need to be loud to be devastating. He was trained to survive the end of the world. She might be the only thing that makes him want to live in it. OC x Leon S. Kennedy Canon-divergent and inspired by the events of Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil: The Dark Side Chronicles, Resident Evil 4 and Resident Evil Dead Aim. ⚠️ This story contains slow-burn romance, mature themes, suggestive scenes, and implied intimacy. All recognizable characters belong to Capcom.

You couldn't stand the thought of putting up with his shit. But after Raccoon city you no longer had that choice. "My eyes are up here princess." End me. You were a 22-year-old bartender, after the events of Raccoon city you were stuck with him. No escape. The hatred between you too only fueling your desire for Mr. Kennedy. You needed him, and he became your drug.

El amor nacido de la desgracia es intenso, más no estable. Leon amaba con locura a aquella mujer tan luminosa conocida en tan lúgubre contexto. Era maravillosa, nunca pondría eso en duda. Pero había cierta estabilidad y rutina a la que Leon le tenía pánico. ¿Cómo podía ansiar algo que podía perder horriblemente en cualquier momento? Pensó que lo mejor era mantener la distancia. y lo aplicó de la peor manera posible.

Lilian Delacroix regresa a Nevermore después de casi dos años, con los pies en la tierra... y el corazón un poco menos firme. Lo que no esperaba era que su viejo amigo ya no se sintiera solo como un amigo. Entre raíces, miradas largas y espinas que siempre estuvieron ahí, algo empieza a florecer. ✶ ajax petropolus x fem!oc ✶ cover by crstinaq ✶ written by crxstinaq ✶ publicado:: 16/08/2025 ✶ terminado:: 13/09/2025

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝⚖️❞ Kieran odiaba el Campamento Mestizo y el campamento mestizo la odiaba. Bueno, no tanto es su complejo de protagonista lo que habla. Aún así, al hijo de Hefesto le pareció una buena idea acercarse a ella. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

golden | "you're a monster. but so am i which is why i can't turn away from you" the rain fanfiction rasmus andersen x fem!oc 01/08/2020

cada día nos hacemos más viejos, pero simplemente sentimos lo mismo . . . # THE WALKING DEAD FANFIC

No acudan a mí con la verdad. No traigan el océano si me ven sediento, ni el cielo si pido por la luz; traigan mejor indicios, un poco de rocío, una partícula, así como los pájaros llevan del agua sólo gotas, y el viento una brizna de sal. - Trusting your life to water and eternity: twenty poems of Olav H. Hauge. #1 categoría "The rain" [23.10.2020] [25.06.2022] #1 categoría "Rasmus" [25.12.2020] [07.01.2021] [17.01.2021] [27.04.2022] [01.05.2022] [25.06.2022]

¿es el destino que dos personas "únicas" estén juntas? ¿Rasmus era el único chico para mi? Sus berrinches y tonterías sólo me indicaban que era un idiota, pero era el único que entendía lo que yo sentía, lo que yo sufría. Los dos somos una amenaza para el resto pero ¿lo éramos para nosotros mismos? Eres un idiota, Rasmus. Pero eres MI idiota.

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. Relatos cortos sobre la que sería tu vida como pareja de los hermanos Kaulitz.