#Alan Wake fic

[ilkkawhat]

[a snippet of a fic in progress from my tags on this gifset]

There’s a part of him that knows he’s still trapped in that room in the depths of the ocean. His escape is just another fantasy he’s desperately playing out, hoping the dream doesn’t turn into another crumpled nightmare he rips out of the carriage and tosses into the never-empty garbage can in his writer’s room. 

There’s the other part of him that’s happy to indulge in the reality that sits in front of him; an old friend transformed into an almost unrecognizable fair-framed man with now baggy clothes that reminds him of their college days in the nineties. Some things never change, and for Barry Wheeler he’ll always have his outlandish shirts, even tucked into baggy cargo shorts. He’ll always have the faith and confidence in Alan that Alan doesn’t have in himself. He’ll always have an ear to listen, a hand to pat his back, a mouth to make Alan’s crack a smile, eyes to keep him in check. 

And perhaps it’s the fact that it’s just too good to be true, that he’s sitting on a couch, drinking beers with his long-lost friend, that makes him worry he never got out. He convinced himself very early on that Barry was a darling he’d have to kill to survive, so the idea of him being here still confuses him, both making him constantly reach a hand to grip his friend, make sure he’s real, but also treading carefully, afraid that the man will just snap and vanish like the shadows on the streets. 

“So, these old coots, you should have seen them, Al. They’d get up on stage and I’d argue it was more of a magic act than a concert! It’s like they would lose fifty years, their voices became so…youthful, and I swear to you the effects team they got claim it wasn’t them, but their singing seems to match the projection of those younger selves that they sound like!”

Alan laughs, more to himself than to Barry at the thought, less at the absurdity and more at the reality of their powers. 

“Funny, that’s how they were in my musical.”

“Your…what? You know what, quid pro quo it’s your turn to tell me a story from the past thirteen years and this is it, baby.” 

“I’m not drunk enough to tell you,” Alan whines, waving his half-empty beer bottle. 

“Nah, nah, nah, you’re not getting out of this one that easily. I can just call them up myself you know, maybe those Old Gods remember the time they got zapped into another dimension to play to the whims of a crazy missing’s writer’s words—I gotta write that down, that’s a good idea.”

Alan coughs, at first thinking nothing of it. He clears his throat, takes another swig of his drink. He’s had this cough on and off ever since he returned, figuring it was just a symptom of his body being in a lake for thirteen years.

“Well, since you’re not in a sharing mood and I am, oh brother, you’re gonna love this one, I got involved in this cult called the ‘Bless—’”

Alan sneezes into another cough.

“—you…” Barry interrupts himself. “You alright there, buddy?”

“Yuh-yeah,” Alan beats a fist against his chest. “Got some frog in my throat or something.”

He pleads for the carbonated waterfall to wash whatever it is away, and his stomach seems to threaten impaling Alan’s throat on something to stop the third beer bottle from diving into it. 

He coughs again, an effort his body doesn’t have enough power to give. He heaves over, coughing harder and harder because there is something in his throat and he needs to get it out. 

“Al?” Barry puts a hand on Alan’s back and Alan pushes into it like backing himself against a wall, still coughing and trying to both reign himself in but still…get it out. 

Barry presses a hand to his chest, which triggers another lurch and this time, something wet and sticky comes out of Alan’s mouth and into the palm of his hand.

It’s not blood.

Unless the blood in his body was black.

“Wha-cough-tuh-coughcough-fuck is-cough-that?” Alan continues to cough and Barry is immediately calling the ambulance. 

“Fuck if I know!” Barry cries out. “Shit shit shit shit! This is worse than that time I dragged your sorry ass outta the club while you were OD’ing on some shit you got into. You're worse than a goddamn toddler sometimes, Al—Hi, yes, my best friend is-is having…I don’t know what but we need an ambulance now!” 

Alan remembers the incident Barry’s referring to, not one of his finest moments. Fighting with Alice, ignoring Barry, putting substances in his body because he didn’t want to be himself. Alcohol, cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, tobacco…he’s done it all. 

“I don’t know! All we’ve done is had some beers!” Barry continues to berate the poor operator on the other end of the line because the ambulance hasn’t come fast enough.

It’s not alcohol poisoning, he thinks to himself as the blacknees begins to spread in the palm of his hand. His eyes cross and start to roll up. He feels lightheaded and shaky, but sinks heavily into the couch like a stone. 

“Stay with me, Al,” Barry reminds him, and Alan falls back in exhaustion. 

Barry bailed him out both physically and mentally from the last overdose. Maybe he can save him from whatever this is. 

Barry presses his hand to Alan’s throat, taking his pulse but he seems to fumble over the math when he tells the phone operator that “he’s fucking breathing, okay?” 

Alan’s arm feels melted into the cushion beneath him but he wants to hold Barry’s hand, hold on to something as he feels himself fading faster and faster away into oblivion. The lights in the room are dimming. He sees a shadow growing larger, approaching closer. Edges illuminated like the echoes he would see as inspiration. Shitty time for an idea but he’ll hear it out, maybe it has a clue to what is going on…

Unable to move closer, he holds his hand up to the shadow, and his fingers brush up against something solid, but viscous. It grips onto him, draining all of the color out of his body. He tries to pull his hand back but slimy tendrils spread and form a copy of himself right before his eyes.

“Ew gnoleb rehtegot, nalA…” 

It sounded backwards, wrong, but it sounded familiar. Scratch. Coming back to haunt him. He may have left The Dark Place but The Dark Place never left him. 

“Alan!” Barry’s voice cut through the darkness, his thick form of light inflating and bursting through the black goo-Scratch. He’s not sure if it’s real but he feels a splatter of goo on his face. 

He’s dimly reminded of his thick friend dressed in an oversized parka wrapped in Christmas lights, burning away the Taken in front of him and saving Alan’s life. The blurry thin man in front of him now is almost unrecognizable, unarmed, unprepared for this. 

“Barry…” Alan groans. “Don’t…don’t leave…” 

“I got you, Al, I got you,” Barry comforts him, the phone falling out of his hands and cupping Alan’s cheeks. “Help is coming.”

There are so many people helping you, armies of people. 

There’s no army strong enough to come close to the power of Scratch. And there was no ending in sight he could write to escape it. 

His final thoughts before passing out, pangs of guilt tugging at every pore in his body because he was taking Barry down with him into the darkness.

[noodlecupcakes]

Set three years after the events of Alan Wake's American Nightmare, Alan is still stuck in The Dark Place, inside The Writers Room. His double, Mr Scratch wants him to write a new manuscript but Alan is stubborn and suffering from writer's block. Scratch has a few ideas in mind and tricks up his sleeve to inspire his beloved writer.

This fic is just pure Scratch X Wake porn. Hope you guys enjoy.

[florallychaotic]

Chapters: 2/23 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alan Wake/Alice Wake Characters: Alice Wake, Alan Wake, Barry Wheeler Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, sort Of it's complicated, Major character death - Freeform, but like....it's alan so..., it’s not all doom and gloom i swear!!!!!, Established Relationship, and all the stages in between, Parallel Structure, Character Study, character who was supposed to be a frigid wife says fuck you what now?, Formerly Fridged Wife, dammit i will make that a tag, philosophical discussions of art that may or may not reflect the author’s, Gradual Descent into Madness, that describes both alice and the fic i hope!, remedy you started to give alice a character, and for that i am grateful, but im gonna take over for a bit k?, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

She thinks back to that Jackson quote she remembers so vividly. “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality”. Nothing about her reality seems sane anymore. Or absolute.

Alice before and in the interim.

hey chapter exists and I can link things properly

[unseemingowl]

Fandom: Alan Wake

Pairing: Saga Anderson/Alex Casey

Chapter: 2/2

Rating: Teen

Summary:

It had been evident to her for a while now that he was drinking too much, but he had never called her while drunk before; that alone was cause for concern.

Casey struggles in the wake of his divorce. Saga tries to help. It makes things complicated.

[alderaanplacesss]

UPDATE:

It’s finished! You can find it on AO3 at The On-Off Death Wish.

“If you wanted to make things more interesting, you could have just asked.” His eyes flickered to the tent in my pants, and back up to my gaze.

“I-I need to write. You’re distracting me!” I sputtered.

He shook his head slowly in response, “Always crying wolf.”

There was a yank, and Scratch began to tug my pants from my waist. I held the gun - the power to end this - all I had to do was hold steady and pull the trigger. I’d done it a thousand times out in the wilds of The Dark Place, destroying Taken left and right.

So why couldn’t I do it now?

[occasional-hobbyist]

Aftermath

[sylibane]

AUtober Day 11: Animal-Based

Prompt from @autober

Alan Wake/Control daemon AU. I spent way too long on this. Details under the cut:

Alan - great horned owl. Just used his canon animal motif.

Odin and Tor - raven and goat respectively. Based on their mythological namesakes, with Odin having raven servants and Thor's chariot pulled by goats, and I felt an aggressive, grumpy goat really fit Tor.

Alice - Eurasian skylark. Larks are associated with the dawn, love, and beauty. (I was stuck on Alice the most and also considered snowy owl and hummingbird for her before settling on lark.)

Jesse - American kestrel. Thought a small but predatory bird fit her vibe, especially with the orange and blue color scheme.

Darling - burrowing owl. I thought it really fit his dorky mad scientist vibe and also wanted him to have an owl to parallel Alan's.

Trench - German Shepherd. Wanted something that would seem businesslike and intimidating and also for both him and Casey to have canine daemons.

Casey - husky for the real one and wolf for the fictional/Dark Place one. Again thought a big working dog fit the vibe, while Alan probably gave the fake Casey a wolf instead to seem cooler. Plus there's already some wolf imagery tied with the Dark Place.

Saga - deer. Again just went for her canon animal motif.

[sparkchemy]

They were supposed to be hunting a serial killer, or a murder cult in the woods, something human, not-

-whatever this thing was.

The Beast of Cauldron Lake was real and it was staring straight at Casey.

Saga would never believe this.

[johnslittlespoon]

– when the coyote come, i'll be your watchman.

[ilkkawhat]

I'm haunted By the hallways in this tiny room The echoes there of me and you The voices that are carrying this tune

[noodlecupcakes]

Chapter 2 is here!!!!

Set three years after the events of Alan Wake's American Nightmare, Alan is still stuck in The Dark Place, inside The Writers Room. His double, Mr Scratch wants him to write a new manuscript but Alan is stubborn and suffering from writer's block. Scratch has a few ideas in mind and tricks up his sleeve to inspire his beloved writer.

This fic is just pure Scratch X Wake porn. Hope you guys enjoy.

[florallychaotic]

Chapters: 1/23 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alan Wake/Alice Wake Characters: Alice Wake, Alan Wake, Barry Wheeler Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, sort Of it's complicated, Major character death - Freeform, but like....it's alan so..., it’s not all doom and gloom i swear!!!!!, Established Relationship, and all the stages in between, Parallel Structure, Character Study, character who was supposed to be a frigid wife says fuck you what now?, Formerly Fridged Wife, dammit i will make that a tag, philosophical discussions of art that may or may not reflect the author’s, Gradual Descent into Madness, that describes both alice and the fic i hope!, remedy you started to give alice a character, and for that i am grateful, but im gonna take over for a bit k?, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

She thinks back to that Jackson quote she remembers so vividly. “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality”. Nothing about her reality seems sane anymore. Or absolute.

Alice before and in the interim.

Have at ye

[unseemingowl]

Fandom: Alan Wake

Pairing: Saga Anderson/Alex Casey

Rating: Teen

Summary:

It had been evident to her for a while now that he was drinking too much, but he had never called her while drunk before; that alone was cause for concern.

Casey struggles in the wake of his divorce. Saga tries to help. It makes things complicated.

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

I'm in a writing kind of mood, having many thoughts, so here's a little thing from a Jesse and Alan thing I'm working on if you're interested, cause I've been thinking about it again...🫡🙃🫡

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Faden shifted in her seat a little, mouth turning down just a fraction.

“Wake, there are certain… tests that my staff want to carry out, regarding your relationship with the shaded presence” she began, and Wake had expected this, of course he had, though he hadn’t quite expected this reaction.

“You seem uncomfortable with the idea” he said, and Jesse all but snorted.

“You could say that, yeah. Look, I’m no stranger to tests, God knows Emily has put me through enough since becoming Director, but I always fully understood what I was getting into. I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew as well, before you agreed to anything”.

“You don’t need to be so worried about me, Director”, he replied, which earned him a little frown, “I hurt a lot of people trying to get out of the dark place. Some invasive testing is probably the least I can endure to make up for it”.

It had obviously been the wrong thing to say, as Faden’s expression turned sharp, raw in a way he hadn’t seen from her yet, so fixated that she was on playing the role of Director.

“Don’t, Wake. I won’t pretend that I understand everything that’s happened, hell maybe you do deserve some retribution, I don’t know. What I do know, is that’s not my, or my staff’s decision to make. I’m not going to lock you up and hurt you Wake, not going to force you into things that are uncomfortable. I need your word that you will tell us to stop if you get uncomfortable, that you’re not going to just let us do whatever because you think you deserve this. If you want some divine retribution to make yourself feel better, that’s fine, but you’re not getting it from me”.

Alan studied her again, not quite sure what he was looking for. This point was important to her, and he should know why, but it wasn’t coming to him just yet. He tried to conjure up every concept of Jesse Faden in his mind to make sense of her. Words flashed in his brain, Director-Leader- Parautilitarian-Receiver-Guiding Star-

Sibling.

[uncleardyn]

(alan wake-gravity falls crossover) man i love that character. you know, the deeply paranoid author who made a pact with a dark entity that ultimately ended with him stranded in another dimension separated from his loved ones for years at a time? takes place in the pacific northwest? has twin imagery associated with him and a reoccurring specific piece of symbology related to the unfortunate situation they're in? doesn't ever explain the reasoning behind his actions and instead just kinda goes "bro trust me"? yeah he also wears an outer layer of clothing with elbow pads on it, that one.

[occasional-hobbyist]

some quick sketches of my fave fbi agents