Lucydream Stories

Maple Park Academy was the kind of school full of talented and beautiful students. Every day was a perfect day, and smiles were all they knew. At least, that's how it seemed on the outside. When one day, (Y/n) stumbles into a situation that has the Student Council President offering her a seat in the council, she learns that not everything is as it appears - and everyone has their secrets. Getting to know the true stories of the Student Council guys, going to classes, and trying to maintain her social status; (Y/n)'s life at Maple Park Academy is about to get really crazy.

[CURRENTLY ON HIATUS, WILL BE BACK WRITING AT MID OCT] . P.S: Hansol and Syd aren't actual yanderes. This is just a exaggerated fan fiction series of the game Mayday Memory. Other than that, enjoy!~

❝ Those peaceful days; killing me gently, but relentlessly... ❞ Somehow, everything is tranquil. Always has, and always will be, or at least, that's what you believe. Nothing to ever scream, anguish, or despair about; the zombie apocalypse merely seems like distant nightmare in your dreamscape. But it's odd; there's always vaguely familiar faces you can't quite put a names to during your daily endeavours, and unfortunately, your memory remains a blank slate. Maybe it's better off that way, with you failing to remember and the others-- well, who exactly, you aren't quite sure--failing to forget. You don't remember how the apocalypse ended, or whether there truly was one at all. One distant memory leads up to the next in a perpetual spiral of truth, and maybe then the realization that you're better off not knowing finally strikes. (Dangerous Fellows x Female Reader) Fanfiction, Cover © remrins

I don't own DangerousFellows!!!! The rightful owner is Lucy Dreams!!!

She would never forget how the horrific sound of the school bell mysteriously rang that day--taking everyone's life. It was a tough choice to leave everyone behind for the sake of her own life. However, she would not be able to survive and make it this far if it was not because of the gold-blond haired boy who kept her company. "Any miracles can happen. No one knows." --- Disclaimer | I do not own the art. Credit to the owner.