#Bioshock Fanfic

[opheliajupiter99]

Once Upon a Rapture

(I don't usually do full-blown fics for AU's, especially not human-based ones, but goddamnit this was too good an idea)

The metal floor of a long-abandoned, rust riddled hall creaked heavily under the weight of the creature that lumbered through it. A hulking monstrosity of metal and flesh, tanks hefted upon its back, with tubing running all throughout its body, and a diving suit fused to its very skin; what little was left of it, anyways. A Big Daddy, as the locals knew it, specifically a Rosie model, a rivet gun in one of its arms, that hung down by its legs, the chains wrapped tightly around each wrist producing a hideous grinding sound as they scrapped against the metal floor.

This is what became of prisoners in Rapture. In the old days, these men were enslaved to help construct and maintain the city, able to go beyond its glass walls and travel through the ocean itself. But now, they were enslaved to a different purpose, a purpose this beast was lumbering towards this very moment. Its slow, almost laborious motion came to a stop before a tall, slender vent upon one of the walls. In most cities, vents were little more than a means of way going through and the occasional rat, but here, they were home to one of the most important members of this society - at least, in regard to ADAM production, the drug that made the whole city run-round.

The Big Daddy rose a hefty metal fist and knocked twice upon the vent, the sound echoing throughout the hall. After a moment of silence, soft clunking from the depths of the vent were quickly followed by a pair of small feet swinging out from the darkness, the sight making the once yellow glow from the beast's helmet turn to green.

Out from the vent crawled a small girl, clad in a filthy green dress with a red and white checkered smock over it, the pocket of which she quickly retrieved a pair of large, circular glasses, which she put over her eyes, making her already glowing yellow eyes seem to burn even bright under the lenses. As well as the glowing eyes, she had corpse grey skin, and she held in one hand a metal needle, very clearly designed for the very purpose of being wielded by a small child, which had attached to it a baby bottle, ready to be filled with crimson liquid. She was a Little Sister, as the locals would know it, essentially drug mules, genetically engineered to gather and carry the wonder drug the city craved so desperately.

The girl looked up at the hulking beast and beamed a wide smile, stretching a bit with a soft yawn, then giggling. "Good morning daddy! Let's go to the fountain today!" She declared with a nod, turning around to begin skipping forward down the hall, humming a cheerful tune as the Big Daddy began to lumber along behind her. To the normal eye, this city was horrific, not just in terms of disrepair, but in terms of the depravity and insanity that muddled nearly every nook and cranny of its rusted streets; but to a Sister, the city was not only normal, it was beautiful! Glistening, just as it did at its highest.

The pair emerged from the hall into a much wider space, looking like at one time it was a bustling courtyard, full of hope and civilians of all shapes and sizes, the eager giggles of children and loving looks of couples, but now, was stained with blood and cracked, just as everything else. The girl happily skipped along towards the fountain in the very center, skipping right past a charred corpse and scattered bullet shells, likely from an old fight the previous day.

She climbed into the fountain and began to 'splash' about; the fountain was long since empty, but to a Sister's sight, it was in perfect condition, so she splashed about in the nonexistent water regardless, giggling and swaying her arms from side to side, still holding the needle tightly in one hand. Thankfully, the courtyard was clear of locals this morning, likely because they'd heard the lumbering sounds of a Big Daddy nearby; or they were so hopped up on ADAM they were all still asleep.

The Big Daddy simply stood near the fountain, keeping a close eye on her; beyond their Sister's, Big Daddy's held no other thoughts. He remembered nothing of his farmhouse, of his father, not even of the man he'd traveled down to this city with. None of that mattered now, all that mattered was being a father to his daughter. Nothing. Else.

After a bit of playing, lumbering from the heights of a nearby staircase signaled the arrival of a second Big Daddy, that gradually came into view as the steps creaked under him heavily. It was a different model of Big Daddy, dubbed a Bouncer, short and round in stature, upon one of its arms a large, blood-stained drill, and clutched protectively in the other was another Little Sister.

This Sister was clad in a pink, frilly dress, with ruffles at the bottom and at her sleeves, with a poofy mass of brown hair upon her head that hung over her shoulders, and the same corpse grey skin and glowing yellow eyes as the others - though her grey was a bit darker in tone, and her yellow eyes were wide all by themselves, without the need for magnification, peering out at the word with the inquisitive nature of an owl.

The Sister smiled brightly at the other pair, the girl in the fountain stopping in her splashing to look towards her and return the smile. "Can we play too?" The Sister clad in pink questioned eagerly, to which the Sister in green quickly nodded. "Yeah! Come on!" The Sister in pink squeaked excitedly, her Daddy gently letting her down, retrieving some crayons and paper from a small bag she'd attached around her Daddy's waist before rushing down the stairs with many a giggle.

From there the pair of Sister's spent most of the early morning sat in the fountain, doodling with their crayons and talking back and forth, their father's standing nearby in silence, simply watching, not even acknowledging each other. But that didn't matter.

All that mattered was that the Sister's were happy.

[wastokins]

Just for a change of pace, wrote a Bioshock fic! For BioFluff Week 2023!

I present - "The Long Con!"

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[karnaca78]

I was bored so I did a couple of very quick (and messy) illustrations for my Bioshock one-shot story about Johnny Topside meeting Sinclair at a bar.

Because I love these boys too much and they take all the space in my brain...

[gentlyhazzardous]

Want to get back to writing fanfiction my job has taken over my life xd

[regalbois]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: BioShock 1 & 2 (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sander Cohen/Andrew Ryan, Sander Cohen/Kyle Fitzpatrick, Silas Cobb/Sander Cohen Characters: Sander Cohen, Kyle Fitzpatrick, Silas Cobb, Andrew Ryan, J.S. Steinman Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Internalized Homophobia, Internal Conflict, Unrequited Love, Desire, Kissing, Drug Abuse, cosmetic surgery, Implied Sexual Content, Unhealthy Relationships Summary:

The civil war progresses, as does Sander Cohen's descent into madness.

A story detailing a chain of events prior to Cohen's decision to lock down Fort Frolic - and turn everyone inside into art projects.

[smallartiststuff]

- He just couldn't understand what Reggie had, what he hadn't. The man wasn't very clever or especially good looking. He was quite boring actually and awfully polite and sweet and had this warm smile and this body, those muscles--

Sinclair groaned and hid his face between the fabric of his dressing gown so no one could see his bright red cheeks.

How cruel could the universe be?

First this slimy bastard and now his bodyguard too was making his heart dance in his chest and how he hated that. -

Or Sinclair has a crush on Fontaine and his bodyguard Reggie and then suddenly they invite him for dinner. But just to talk business, right?

Old sketch:

[wordsbydust]

A Possibility (2360 words) by DustSprites Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: BioShock Infinite, BioShock 1 & 2 (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rosalind Lutece/Brigid Tenenbaum, Robert Lutece & Rosalind Lutece Characters: Rosalind Lutece, Brigid Tenenbaum, Robert Lutece Additional Tags: First Date, First Kiss Series: Part 2 of Welcome to Rapture Summary: Rosalind Lutece finally asks Tenenbaum out for dinner.

[allirontalks]

Okay bioshock people, is 12 days to midnight good? Or at least worth listening to? I've just stumbled across it

[deco-devolution]

“Eloise won’t take her medicine. I think I’ll have to bribe her.”

Muffling a laugh, Tenenbaum pushed herself off the kitchen chair and peered over his shoulder, watching as he waffled between chocolate chip and snickerdoodle cookies.

“No need. Just pinch her nose and pour it down her mouth, yes? She will forgive you when she feels better.”

At her words Jack’s hand slowed; when he turned back to her his expression had gone wooden, his eyes down-turned.

"I’m not willing to do to my girls what you did to me, Brigid.”

With that he grabbed a box and brushed past her, shoulders stiff. Suddenly wordless, she listened to his footsteps retreat, something like shame twisting in her chest.

(You ever hurt so many people you lose track?)

[malice-and-macarons]

“I wrote you to be convincing. So go on. Give it a go.” “Convince me, voice.” 

Yeah that's right, The Prodigal Son updated in the year of our lord and saviour 2024, see yall in two more years. (I kid, probably)

[nynnph0]

Small doodle for National Boyfriend Day bc they are THE love-hate relationship

[opheliajupiter99]

Once Upon a Rapture Pt.4

(Fair warning, this'll probably come out like a scene straight of Jekyll and Hyde. Nothing too bad, just ya know, Torbek lol)

The sounds of heels click-clacking across tile floor echoed as a young woman emerged from the depths of the Surgical Wing of Rapture's Medical Pavillion.

Her name was Clementine. She had long, braided blonde hair, in the form of a single long ponytail that trailed down the length of her back, and a simple white t-shirt with a somewhat faded dark blue skirt, as well as silky white stockings. Slung over one shoulder was her purse, which matched her skirt, and clutched in the hand of her other arm was a second bag, this one a plastic medical bag, full of her belongings.

She'd recently been discharged after a cosmetic surgery, curiosity of course of Rapture's top cosmetic surgeon, Dr. J.S. Steinman. She worked down in Siren Alley, specifically the Pink Pearl, and normally, unlike the girls down in Eve's Garden, she wasn't pressured to get cosmetic surgery.

Her boss, Daniel Wales, saw the value in having a wide variety of girls that could fit various niches, rather than an army of 'perfect' girls that all looked the same. She was tall and muscular, so she fit what he liked to call the 'lumberjack' mold. This time, however, was a special circumstance; she'd gotten injured during a visit from a particularly unpleasant client, leaving a bad bruise over part of her face and some damage to her right eye socket.

She was fine, but she wasn't in any condition to 'sell the merchandise' as it were, so off to Steinman she went. It was quite late, she'd been discharged basically in the middle of the night, so nobody else was around. Likely, the only person she'd run into at this hour was the nurse manning the front desk near the entrance, but she had a ways to walk until then. However, she wasn't quite as alone as she expected...

She went further, heels still click-clacking away, coming down decently wide hallway, some chairs sat about, likely for waiting as they were near some of the smaller offices, some of them tipped over but most of them still standing. She stopped in her walking however, as she saw a figure, sat hunched against one of the walls.

It was a very, very tall man, with unnaturally long limbs, covered by a ratty, moth-eaten blue blanket, his head hung low, dark brown hair growing thick all over his body like he was straight out of the Wolfman. He clearly heavily used ADAM; not just because of how gruesome his appearance was, but because of his occasional twitching and mumbling to himself.

He also had an overturned bowler hat beside him, within were a couple of quarters and a few nickels. She frowned as she stared upon the man, for two very different reasons; the first was out of pity, seeing the poor man, likely with barely even enough coin to get him upon the train, much less get him a hot meal.

The other however, was one of concern. The man seemed so familiar somehow; his demeanor was completely different, which was why she paused to ponder it at all. But he reminded her of the very client that'd gotten her stuck with that mad surgeon in the first place. Honestly, so many of her clients were mutated in some fashion, that she didn't find it too odd they'd started blurring together in her head.

She pushed the thoughts aside, for the moment at least, and walked up towards the man, her heels alerting him of her presence, his head lifting up. He watched her as she put two ten-dollar bills into his hat; it was a good chunk of her last paycheck, but she felt the man deserved it, in his terrible condition.

He smiled; his smile was just as horrific as the rest of him, but she did find her heart softening at how genuine the smile was despite that. "T-Thank you miss!" He declared, his voice hoarse and scratchy, but his tone just as genuine as his smile. She smiled back, bowing her head. "Ya welcome buddy." She was much calmer now, especially now that he'd spoken; she recalled her rough client having a cockney accent, so she must've indeed been mistaken.

"What's ya name?" She inquired, the man adjusting in his seat upon the floor slightly to meet her eyes better. "T-Torbek." She tilted her head. "Torbek? Huh, never heard that one before." She said with a soft chuckle, the man rubbing his arms shyly. "W-Well...T-Torbek's real name is T-Torrence Beck, but, people keep s-saying T-Torbek. So, T-Torbek says that now t-too."

She hummed, feeling worse for him the more he spoke; the way he constantly stuttered, the way he oddly talked in the third person. This man must've had one hell of a life down here in this dump. She did truly hope it got better for him, but right now, she had to get back to Siren Alley. Daniel knew she was being discharged tonight, so he'd start kicking up a fuss if she didn't get back to work.

"Well, I'm Clementine. I'm real sorry sugar, but I really gotta get goin'. Use those bucks well, ya hear?" She said, beaming another smile, Torbek maintaining his own, sharp, stained teeth visible past the mass of fur that covered his face. She gave him a curtsy, then continued on her way.

She kept on walking for some time, through the massive hospital, turning through corridors and occasionally stepping through one of the underwater tunnels that connected the different sections of the hospital. She was just a little while more of walking away from the entrance when she heard something; it sounded like some clacking against metal.

She turned around, looking around the stained and rusted walls of the hospital, eyes darting up and around. She didn't see anyone. She swore she heard something...but maybe something just fell off a table? She shook her head, and turned forward again, continuing to walk.

It didn't take long before she heard another clack, this time much closer to her. She jumped, startled, turning back around to look about frantically, but again saw no one. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, this time not turning around but instead backing up, keeping an eye out to make sure no one snuck up on her.

That is until she bumped against something. It wasn't a wall, it wasn't a pillar...it was...some-one-. She could feel them breathing, her form frozen in terror, as a pair of long arms slowly uncloaked and came into view, and tightly wrapped around her.

"'Ello love."

A bloodcurdling shriek echoed through the empty metal hall, the nurse at the reception desk too far away to hear, the shriek only further muffled by the metal and water that lay between her and her only chance of salvation.

She was found hours later - or rather, what was left of her. Merely a near unrecognizable mass of blood and viscera, slashed apart violently by long, razor-sharp claws.

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Masterlist

Started: 17/11/2023

Last updated: 18/4/2024

Detroit: Become Human:

Smut:

♡ Hank Anderson x reader:

Tight

Bioshock Infinite:

fluff:

♡ Booker DeWitt x reader:

Helping Fix Up His Wounds

Smut:

♡ Booker DeWitt x reader:

Loving Touch

Silent Hill/ Dead by Daylight:

Smut:

♡ Pyramid Head x reader:

Pyramid Head NSFW headcanons!

Appetite

Elden Ring:

Fluff:

♡ White-faced/White-mask Varre:

His Gentle Hands

Smut:

♡ White-faced/White-mask Varre:

Unblinking Eyes

Call of Duty:

Fluff:

♡ König x reader:

Sick

♡ Keegan P. Russ x reader:

Keegan+fluff!

Move Date Night!

A Sweet Home

Coffee

T-shirt (Dbf!Keegan)

Safe Haven

Sleeping in your arms

Black and Pink

Mascara

Colonel

♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader:

Short ficlet

Binder

Sex Repulsed!Simon x Ace!reader

Promises

Blooming Love

Head-Turner

Promises

Platonic:

♡ Keegan P. Russ:

Nail polish

Smut:

♡ König x reader:

Care

Big Hands

♡ Keegan P. Russ:

Care

Gentle Touch

Kisses (part 1)

Kisses (part 2)

Drunk dbf!Keegan

Jump

More

Double Smash

Pink Heart

Sweet Sounds

♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley:

More

Indulgence

♡ Keegan P. Russ x Logan walker x reader:

The best mentor

Resident Evil 4 remake:

Fluff:

♡ Leon S. Kennedy:

Rest

Series:

♡ Keegan P. Russ x reader:

A Moment of Joy (no order in the series):

Part 1

Part 2

OCs:

Ibtisam "Sam" Joud

-(heart divider by cafekitsune, other divider by saradika-graphics)!

[karnaca78]

"It doesn't upset me. You're playing with human lives, how the hell do you want me to react?"

[gentlyhazzardous]

I thought it would be easier to balance work life and a fanfic writing hobby and its hard af im exhausted all the time 🫠

[regalbois]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: BioShock 1 & 2 (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sander Cohen/Andrew Ryan Characters: Sander Cohen, Andrew Ryan Additional Tags: Drinking, Late Night Conversations, Dark Summary:

Andrew Ryan would like to view Cohen's personal artworks, but the artist is reluctant to let the tycoon see a dark side of him.