#abner krill x oc

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last updated: 22nd july, 2023 newest: latest heart to heart update

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abner krill/polka-dot man(the suicide squad 2) dating abner genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff, light angst warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attacks, ptsd, a bit suggestive at the end HEHEH abner with a s/o that has a symbiote genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: mentions of intercourse, very short bc i am pooped out of ideas for this one

yandere abner genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: yandere behaviour, suggested intercourse, stalking, mentions of murder, abner being a creep, abner being DELUSIONAL heart to heart genre: abner krill x fem!oc, best friends to lovers warnings: mention of experimentation, murder, abuse, manipulation, ABNER'S MOTHER synopsis: after escaping an illegal lab where she was experimented on constantly, number 037 found a new life for her in gotham city, in a quaint little cafe. everything seemed to look up, she even met someone dearly special to her. who knew it would all go bad so fast? kurt goreshter(ant-man) - none yet. johnson(reprisal) dating johnson genre: johnson x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff warnings: drinking, light implications of intercourse lester billings(the boogeyman) - none yet. alonso "lonny" crane(the belko experiment) lift, laugh, love genre: lonny crane x named!fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers warnings: reader is emotionless-type character, reader’s name is quinn, panic attacks, reader used to smoke, sorta emotional, making out sorta cause i can mUAHAHAHA synopsis: you and lonny get stuck in a lift and a few confessions happen.

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Why is pookie so babygirl and polite

I wanna put him in the washing machine on spin cycle

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He makes me smile

[practically-an-x-man]

Bishop's Knife Trick (Nikoletta x Abner)

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Summary: When a bout of appendicitis forces Nikoletta and Abner - especially Abner - to face their past traumas head-on, it ends with a discussion of what it means to choose life.

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags: hurt/comfort, medical procedures, anesthesia, mentions of suicidal thoughts and self-harm, established relationship, happy ending

Crossposted on AO3

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“It’s a common surgery. They said one in twenty people has to get their appendix removed at some point.”

“In a hospital. With doctors. Under anesthesia. I don’t…” Abner started, but trailed off with a low huff. There was pain written across his face, his posture hunched inwards, but he seemed intent to ignore it for as long as he possibly could. Nikoletta pursed her lips. She understood, she really did - and much more than most - but this wasn’t something he could just duck away from.

She slid onto the bed beside him, fingers twitching for his hand but not quite closing the distance. Abner didn’t seem to notice. 

“If you ignore it…” she started, finding it harder to voice the words than she expected, “If you ignore it, it could burst, and you could go septic, and-”

“The dots should take care of it.” he muttered. She found herself torn: relieved to be spared from voicing the rest of her thoughts, but worried at doggedly he tried to brush this aside.

“And what if they don’t?”

“They were always going to kill me eventually,” he sighed, “So, they’ll either… take care of this for me, or I’ll just go out a little quicker.”

“Abner-” Nikoletta stammered, struggling hard for the right words. She wanted, as she always wanted, to be firm with him. Sternness was easiest, requiring no betrayal of emotion. It had always been easiest. 

You will get this surgery because I cannot bear to lose you like this. Yet she knew him, and she knew that wouldn’t help. He’d been badgered and strong-armed into things he didn’t want to do his whole life, and hearing the same from her would only fracture the trust that tenuously stretched between them- or would shut him down entirely, like the early days. 

“Please.” she said instead, trying to find something softer, “I’ll call Flag. He knows people. We can get you a team- a team he trusts, the same docs who worked on him, and I’ll- I’ll make sure everything goes well. I’ll be right there with you the whole time, I promise. But you… you need to get this surgery, honey. Think about Baron and Barbie. What would they think if you were gone?” 

Think about me, she thought, but it felt too selfish to give it voice. Maybe it was selfish. She didn’t want to be alone again, least of all like that. She’d known from the beginning that he was sick, that one day the dots would overwhelm him for good, but she’d never expect to see something like this so near on the horizon- or to see him so flippant about it. She’d thought he’d at least have a little more drive for life. Not in Belle Reve, not in Corto Maltese, but… now they had their own place, two cats, home and partnership, and wasn’t that worth something?

Though if she were in his position, she’d be hard-pressed to willingly get back into a hospital bed no matter the circumstances. Maybe it wasn’t a disregard for the value of his life, but that he was simply too choked by memories to move. Even standing on the sidelines, without a single needle touching her flesh, she’d have a hard time coaxing herself inside. And for him it would be worse.

Abner was silent for a long time, chewing his thoughts with the same pain-darkened expression on his face.

“You’ll call Flag?” he finally said, in that quiet way of his. Nikoletta nodded. 

“I’ll get everything put together.” she promised, “I’ll make sure things are as easy as we can make them. I’ll… I’ll take care of you, baby, but you have to let me.”

“I want to let you.” he mumbled, “It’s just… scary. The- the doctors, and the surgery, and-”

“I know.” she agreed, twining her arm through his and dropping her head onto his shoulder, “Trust me, honey, I- I know. And I know it’ll still be hard no matter what we do, but- but if you don’t, you’ll die, and I… I really don’t want that to happen, Abner.”

She found her voice sticking in her throat towards the end, hardly able to push the words past her lips. She wondered if this was how Abner felt, whenever he got quiet like this. He’d speak so softly his lips barely moved at all, so softly she sometimes caught herself leaning in just to catch the words, so softly his eyes seemed to hold all that unspoken emotion instead. She wondered if he saw the same thing from her here.

Abner hardly moved - maybe because anything more would have him wincing and clutching at his stomach - but tilted his head ever-so-slightly to lean it against hers. Even that little motion comforted her.

“Okay.” he whispered, “Call Flag.”

She couldn’t stifle her sigh of relief. The air left her lungs in a rush, rough and staggered like she was on the verge of sobbing. Nikoletta turned her head, trying to hide her flooded eyes under the guise of kissing his shoulder.

“Thank you.” she managed, though she needed another moment to pull herself together before she could even think of standing up. Finally she managed to coax herself up, though something ached deep in her chest as she pulled away from him.

She didn’t make the phone call right away. First she filled a glass with water and set it by his bedside - not saying anything, not insisting that he drink it, just making it available to him. More often than not, that was enough. He wasn’t a child. He knew how to take care of himself. Sometimes she just needed to remind him that he deserved to take care of himself.

“Do you want something to eat?” she asked, “Toast? Applesauce?”

“No, I’m… I’m not really hungry.” Abner responded, some strange guilt coming into his eyes. It made her wonder if he’d been forced to eat as a child, or punished when he didn’t. Given what she knew about his past, it wouldn’t surprise her.

“Alright. Let me know if you change your mind, I’ll make you something.”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“You won’t be bothering me, honey.” she assured him, “Remember what I said? I want to take care of you. Let me take care of you.”

Abner looked like he wanted to protest, just out of habit, but seemed to restrain himself. He offered her a faint nod. It didn’t quite match up with the conflict she saw in his eyes, but it was good enough. 

“I’m gonna step outside and call Flag. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” she said instead, and moved for the door. She paused just before she crossed the threshold, looking at the dark shadow-marks at the base of the doorjamb. They still hadn’t gotten around to replacing it, after that night her shadow-touch sprang unexpectedly back to life. Nikoletta swallowed, then lifted her eyes back to Abner’s long form propped up on the bed. “Hey, I love you.”

“I- I love you too, Nikki.” His voice was a little confused, like he wasn’t quite sure why she’d brought it up, but he didn’t hesitate in his response. She wouldn’t have blamed him if he did hesitate, but… it was nice to see that he didn’t.

She didn’t let herself linger any longer than that. She had work to do, and if she dwelled in the temptation to curl back up beside him, she worried she might never get up again.

Nikoletta swiped her phone off the kitchen counter and ducked out to the empty lot behind the building. The dirt was turned in places, stained equally by shadows and indistinct multicolored smears. It was strange to see it in the daylight. But better here than somewhere else. 

“This is Rick Flag, who’m I speakin’ to?” His tilted Southern drawl greeted her on the second ring. Good and prompt. It gave Nikoletta a flicker of relief.

“Flag. Hey. I need to talk to you.” Her voice was poised, careful, the way she’d trained it to be. 

“Oh, uh- sure, Nik, whaddaya need?”

“A few things. I'm sure you're going to have questions, and I’ll answer them, but I need to get through this first.”

There was a long pause from the other line.

“Okay.”

“You hesitated.”

“Pen n’ paper. Wouldn't be the first time I've gotten a call like this. Tell me what you need.”

“Abner has appendicitis.” she started, refusing to pause on that thought any longer than she had to, “He’s going to need a surgery to take care of it, but you know how he is about doctors.”

“Yeah, I remember back when you were-”

“I'm not finished.” It gave her a momentary flash of regret, cutting him off so sharply. She respected Flag. She’d respected him before Corto Maltese, and even more in its wake. But she’d promised Abner that she’d get everything set up, and that meant she needed to be firm. 

“The doctors said he probably has two, maybe three days before his appendix is in real danger of rupturing, but they want the surgery done sooner rather than later.” she continued, speaking quickly but crisply enunciating every word. She didn't want to repeat herself. That would only waste time. She was sure that Flag, military man as he was, could understand that. “I want you to get in contact with the team that worked on you. I’m sure they usually work trauma cases, but they're the only people he’ll trust. He’s met them, and he saw what they did for you… he’s not going to go through with this if he doesn't know the doctors.”

“I’ll get in touch.” Rick agreed, and didn't say anything more than that. Nikoletta found herself grateful. Usually it was never this easy, but… Rick knew her. And he knew Abner. There was a reason he was the one she called first.

“He'll need a power dampener. I don't know how long those surgeries usually take, but he can't have one of his episodes with the dots while he’s under. That's dangerous to him, if he can't expel it, and it's dangerous for the doctors.” 

“Figured. It's already on the list.”

“And you can't have anyone in the room that looks like his mom. Once he’s under, fine, but he can't see her. I mean it, Rick, he can’t. Or he’ll never go through with it.”

“Alright. What does his mom look- did his mom look like?”

She forgot he hadn't seen her. Abner had shown her a picture, a few months back, a photo of him and his siblings long before any experimentation had taken place. Even then, he didn’t really smile much. The photo cut her heart. She tried not to think about that- not now.

“White lady, kind of heavyset, brown hair to the shoulders and glasses. I think the hair and glasses are the big ones there.” she explained, still speaking in the same brisk and almost clinical tone. Rick hummed a little under his breath, acknowledging that she’d spoken. Nikoletta could faintly hear the scratch of his pen on the paper as he jotted down a few notes.

“Okay. Anything else?”

“I promised him I’d be there when he goes under. In the room with him. And when he comes out of it. I need to be there with him.”

“Yeah, ‘course. Prob’ly be easier on him to have you there.”

“I hope so.” she sighed, turning around to glance at the building above her like she could see Abner right through its walls, “I really hope so.”

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He was struggling. 

She’d expected this. It was why she’d given Flag her list of criteria - criteria he’d met without complaint, which definitely softened a few of the blows, but even that much couldn’t blunt every knife. He’d done surprisingly well with the IV, had hardly flinched at the needle (which was more than Nikoletta could say for herself), but things had gone downhill once they’d wheeled him into the surgical suite. 

“Look at me, honey.” she urged, noticing the way Abner shuddered when the anesthesiologist approached, “Don’t look at them. Focus on me.”

“I don’t like this.” he mumbled, fumbling for a grip on her hand and squeezing so tight it almost hurt. The doctors had given him something for the anxiety, they’d said, but it didn’t seem to be doing much.

“I know, sweetheart.” Nikoletta replied, wincing at the way her voice caught in her throat, “You’re doing great. Just hang in there.”

In all honesty, she wished they’d given her something for her own anxiety. She was doing her best to restrain her emotions, for Abner’s sake, but it felt like trying to catch a torrential downpour in a milk jug. Flag had been true to his word, and there was nobody on the surgical team that could’ve reminded Abner of his mother… but one of the doctors, she swore, was the spitting image of the scientist who’d experimented on her. Every time he picked up a syringe, readied the anesthesia, all she saw was shadows sliding through the IV and sinking into her flesh. She hadn’t even been able to shake his hand.

They weren’t doing a damn thing to her. She knew that. She wouldn’t feel the sting of a single needle, or the fog of any anesthesia. But that didn't matter much. By now, Abner was an extension of her own heart, and all she could see was STAR Labs.

She hoped he didn’t notice the way she was trembling.

Nikoletta caught one glimpse of the anesthesiologist, fixing a syringe of milky liquid into the IV port, before she had to avert her eyes. From the back of her mind, she hoped this meant things were moving ahead, that it would be quick and seamless for the both of them.

“Sh- she’s gonna hurt me…”

He spoke so quietly that she almost missed the words, and it took her an extra beat to process what Abner had said. The realization hit her like a kick to the chest. 

“No- no, Abner, she’s gone. She’s been gone for years. She can’t hurt you.” she stammered, clasping his hand between both of hers as if she could press the reassurances into his skin, “She can’t ever hurt you again, baby, I promise.”

He turned his head, fixing her with shining, half-clouded eyes like he’d only just remembered she was there. In another circumstance, the shift in his expression would have been comical, fear melting all at once into an addled sort of softness. It was odd to see him so expressive, when she was used to deciphering only the slightest little flickers. 

“Nikki?”

“I’ve got you, hon. I’m here.”

He didn’t really respond to that, though she thought he might have nodded. She could see it hitting him now, his movements slowing and his grip finally loosening on her hand. Yet he was still fighting it, refusing to let his eyes fall shut. 

She’d been expecting neutral nihilism, for him to let the discomfort wash over him like he so often did, but somehow this was worse. It felt backwards, for him to be so careless about the pain and danger before and yet so frightened of having the issue fixed. Nikoletta knew, in his place, she’d do the same, but that didn’t make it any less difficult to watch. She wished she could do more for him.

The anesthesiologist, the one she could hardly bear to look in the eyes, loomed in again, this time placing a green-tinted oxygen mask over Abner’s nose and mouth. 

“Take in some good deep breaths, bud.”

His voice was pleasant enough, but it still made something dark wriggle between Nikoletta’s ribs. Her breath caught in her throat and stalled there until her chest hurt. Her whole body was tense, locked in a rictus of long-eroded terror. This was harder than she ever expected it to be.

Yet she kept herself still, forced her expression to remain steady despite the tears she could feel burning behind her eyes. She wanted more than anything else to melt into the shadows, to escape the clinic and the doctors and the needles like she did so long ago. But she couldn’t bear to leave him. 

She watched Abner’s chest rise and fall, the rhythm slowing with every breath. Finally his eyes fell closed, the lingering tension in his face trickling away as he slowly sank into a medicated sleep. Nikoletta was aware, though only vaguely, that her cheeks were wet with tears. Logic aside, this sight was quite literally the product of her nightmares. 

Nikoletta flinched as a hand tapped her on the shoulder, and whirled too fast to find a nurse standing just behind her. It took all of her willpower to release her hold on Abner’s hand. The nurse offered her an apologetic glance, though their face was strangely laced with fear. It had been a long time since she’d been looked at that way. She wondered how she might have looked, erratic and feral like a cornered animal.

“Miss? Please follow me out to the waiting room…”

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He found himself back in his bed. He still felt a little foggy, and only vaguely could remember leaving the hospital, but it was relief enough just to wake up and realize he was home. He knew these walls: the old paint, rough in patches where it had been chipped and painted over again by prior tenants, and the collection of lost-and-found furniture around him, and the little shadow-stained spot on the doorjamb that he could just barely see from the bed…

A little of his anxiety trickled away just at that much. When Abner dreamed, he never dreamed of this place. Somehow his mind just never allowed him to - he only ever saw Belle Reve or the little condo in STAR Labs he’d lived in before. Maybe his mind was too utterly poisoned to even allow him to dream of good things. He never saw his friends in his dreams either, or Nikoletta, or the cats… not unless they were twisted into some gruesome mental torture from the deepest pits of his mind. No, he never dreamed of good things.

But reality had good things. Reality had him here, in his bed, with Baron tucked up against his side and purring with all the force he could muster. Barbie was on his other side, doing nearly the same. He’d always thought that was nice, the way the cats always clung to him when he wasn’t feeling well. They did the same for Nik too, like they had some feline sixth-sense for pain.

Reality had Nikoletta, too… somewhere. He knew she was in the apartment with him - his mind felt quieter than usual, still half-asleep and dosed on pain medicine, but he still always knew when there was someone nearby, ever since he was a kid, and who would it be if not her? Most of the time, the idea of being near another person made him vaguely anxious, especially at times like these. But instead he found himself comforted that she was nearby.

“Nik?” he called, though it came out as more of a croak. His throat hurt. Abner reached up to it and found metal, a heavy power dampener clamped around his neck. That made panic spike, briefly, but he reminded himself that it was all for his own good. If the dots had flared while he was still under the anesthesia… 

It was Nikoletta’s idea, he thought. It had to be. She was careful about the details like that. She knew enough about him, and cared enough about him, to think of things like this. Something about that thought made him a little misty. Nobody ever cared the way she cared.

He tried calling out again, this time succeeding in finding a little more volume. From the living room, he heard the springs creak in the couch.

He could remember calling out to someone before, vaguely, back in that cloudy half-consciousness when he’d first woken up. He could hear his own voice there, sounding all frail and weak and lost, and that cut his heart and his pride in equal measure. But… that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that he couldn't remember who he’d called out to.

Hope you’ve savored the good times, pal, ‘cause that’s the end of it, his frayed mind supplied, No good outcome for you here. ‘Cause if you called out to Nik, you just broke her heart, and you’ve really got no aces to spare on that front. And if you called out to your good old dearly-departed shithead mom, well… you're more fucked in the head than you realized, aren’t you? This is the level of mommy issues that usually ends in a pair of gouged-out eyes and an afternoon stroll off the edge of a cliff. Hope you had fun while it lasted.

Abner shifted a little in the bed, trying to purge the thoughts from his mind. He only succeeded in sparking a deep ache in his side, almost like the pain he’d been plagued with before. He hoped the doctors had done what they promised. He hoped they’d fixed him. He didn’t want to go through that again.

He glanced up again as a shadow appeared in the doorway, and he found himself comforted once again.

That was Nik’s anxious face. It didn't really look the part - anxiety for her looked cold and emotionless to most people - but he knew her. He only had a moment to recognize that expression, though, because it softened and brightened when her eyes fell on him.

“Hey, honey,” she breathed, all relief, “How’re you feeling?”

He wasn’t quite sure yet. He was still a little too foggy to tell, and not the best at identifying things like that even when he was perfectly healthy. That hardly slowed Nikoletta down, though (she knew him, she really, really did) and she made her way over to the bed in just a few steps. The power dampener - his biggest discomfort at the moment, he realized after a beat - popped open with a click hardly a moment later, and Nik tossed it down onto the carpet. 

From there she hesitated, her hands hovering restlessly but not quite reaching out to him. This was more of her anxiety, he thought, buried deep. She got anxious, and then she drew back, couldn’t bring herself to touch him or anyone else no matter how much she wanted to, and then he reached out to her instead. Because he knew her, the same way she knew him.

So he did reach for her, though his hands felt as heavy and clumsy as his mind. 

It was just the first touch, his fingers tangled around hers for a moment, and that was enough to break the thin layer of ice that had frosted between them. The mattress dipped as Nik slid in beside him, followed by the soft patters of Baron and Barbie as they readjusted.

Nikoletta asked him if he wanted anything to eat. He said no - he wasn’t quite nauseous, but neither was his stomach completely settled. She asked him if he wanted a glass of water. He said no - his throat was dry, but he wanted her to stay with him more than he wanted a drink. Even then, Nikoletta didn’t quite seem able to settle down. She wanted so badly to care for him, and he wanted so badly not to be a burden to her, and that stretched some tension through the room like the drop in barometric pressure before a storm. 

It never became a storm, really. There were those moments of tension, the atmospheric pressure shifts or tectonic plates of their rocky pasts sliding against each other, but then it trickled away. One of them conceded, or the other one, or they realized it wasn’t really a fight at all but some old ghost that wasn’t worth being exhumed. 

“I just…” Abner mumbled, struggling to get the words past his clouded mind and parched throat, “I just want you.”

And the tension vanished. The tectonic plates drifted apart. The look in Nikoletta’s eyes melted, and she pressed herself in against his side. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, “I promise.”

He wanted to ask how it had been when he first woke up. He wanted to ask who he’d called out to, that first time. He didn’t want to know, but he wanted to ask. Was that self-destructive? So much of his life seemed to be. It was hard to tell where the lines were really drawn.

He’d nearly convinced himself to ask, for better or worse, but Nikoletta got there first. She, as she always seemed to do, saved him from himself.

“I wish I'd met you back then,” she sighed, “Would've made things a hell of a lot easier to deal with, I think.”

And she shifted a little, put her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest, tucked herself close like there was something she wanted him to protect her from- like he was worth something. He still wasn't used to being worth much of anything.

He didn’t need to ask what she meant by back then. He knew what she was imagining, of course - hushed conversations, shared experiences, anything to part the seas of white coats and needles that surrounded them. She was envisioning someone there with her, anyone really, and she’d have wanted it to be him. She saw what they had here, now, but almost two decades earlier.

But he knew it wouldn't have been like that. He’d been different back then. He'd been worse. So tired and sick he could hardly move, alternating between being cross and snappish with everyone he spoke to and simply not speaking at all, self-destructive cycles that usually ended with him bleeding on the bathroom tiles…

It was a good thing she hadn't met him back then. She'd never have gotten this close if she’d met him back then. She should hardly have gotten this close knowing him now.

But he couldn’t say that. 

He couldn’t say any of that.

There was so much about him that tended to push people away, and somehow Nikoletta had shielded herself from being one of them. Somehow she’d stayed with him through every unnatural inflammation, every stumbling touch, every bitter nugget of his past. So far. He still worried every new detail would be one too far. 

And besides… when he was with her, sometimes he could convince himself that he was the gentle, caring man she seemed to see him as. But that only worked if she didn’t know about the rest. If he told her about the burns he’d left on his sister’s skin, the scars marking his own, all the times he’d made his mother cry - and some of those were her own manipulations, he could recognize that now, but others weren’t - then that image she had of him would be tarnished, and then… 

He didn’t want to go down this rabbit hole. There were so many different ways he could push her away, like he’d pushed away every other person who tried to get close, and if he thought about it too much then it would just become some self-fulfilling prophecy that ended with him alone on the street like a soggy stray cat. 

Abner Krill didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to leave Nikoletta alone. It had taken him a while to realize it, to claw past the layers of algae and apathy that coated his emotions from so many years of neglect, but the prickle of stitches under his shirt helped him put the last few pieces in place. 

He wanted to lay down beside her, to stay awake just a few minutes after her so he could watch the way she’d started to reach for him in her sleep. He figured it was just because she got cold, because she got cold a lot, but she still reached for him. She didn’t have the same inhibitions as when she was awake. It made Abner wonder what he might have done while he was asleep beside her. 

He wanted to wrench open a can of cat food and listen to the pitter-patter of kitty-paws as Baron and Barbie came running for their dinner. Food was how he’d tamed both of them - food was a good way to tame a lot of things, he thought - but now he could have waved an empty can or even an empty hand and they’d still come running. And they’d curl up on his lap when he sat down, even when he didn’t have anything to offer them. 

He wanted to visit Cleo for lunch on Wednesdays, and sneak Sebastian Cheerios and blueberries when she wasn’t looking. He wanted to bump into Nikoletta in their tiny kitchen and open the windows when whatever they were trying to cook inevitably ended up smoking up the apartment. He wanted to share a drink with his friends. He wanted to try a different type of pie from the shop down the block, the one that had a new flavor every week. He wanted to be the wall at Nik’s back when she couldn’t face the door. 

He wanted to live. 

Abner didn’t know when that had shifted.

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Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

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Most, if not all my fanfictions are 'x ofc/c', however, I write them as reader fics. That means that the only differences from a 'x reader' fic is that the character will have a name and the narration will be in the third person. But no details about the embodiment of the character will be given, with a few exceptions in a couple stories, but I'll be warning in the notes and warnings of the piece when that happens.

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Update #2: Some changes in the Masterlist, I'm reorganizing the whole thing to get a better view of what I'll be doing, hopefully I'll be able to post something soon.

𝔖𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔇𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔢

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔅𝔯𝔲̈𝔥𝔩

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐄𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔫

𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 [𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚-𝐃𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧]

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅

ℌ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 | 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑮. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘

𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰

And that's it for now.

I'll make a separate post for each fanfic and one-shot, with the specs of genres and warnings.

𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻!

These stories are 100% mine, that is, I created, started and will finish them the way they were planned within the proper time. That said, I do not consent anything originally posted on this blog being copied/pasted/translated/or any other form of reproduction, to any site other than here, on this blog, without my permission. In short, not even over my dead body.

Thank you in advance for your attention and I hope you enjoy these stories made with great care and effort.

Good reading!

[rottingglory]

hi ! i’m 21, and use they/she pronouns ! i will be turning twenty-two this coming month so while this is open to anyone 18+ i'd prefer it if you were 20+ :o)

i’m a novella writer and use third person perspective, though i will say i spend days writing little headcannons and perfecting dynamics before we jump into roleplay just because i genuinely enjoy it. i also enjoy making boards, playlists, edits, and other fun stuff!

i am a huge fan of oc x oc in existing fandom universes or inspired by fansdoms, or ccxoc ! or even ccxcc ! i want roleplay to be fun for us so i'd be so willing to write just about anything whenever we double ! i also have plenty of love for original plots !

fandoms + ship i'd like to write ! (i'm also such a fan of making OCs specifically for fandoms so don't be shy about not wanting to write a canon character when we double and instead wanting to do ocxoc! i love making our own dynamics!):

veep (oc x oc, cc x oc) i will write anything.......i love that show!

the thick of it ( oc x oc, ollie reeder x my oc, i can write anyone else for you or make an oc for you !)

mad men (oc x oc or cc x oc !) i'm starting s5 so eek! i'd love to write against either ken cosgrove or ted chaough x my oc (i am a sick freak)! i can write anyone for you or make an oc!

succession ( everything is on the table.....this family is a damn mess we both know we're going to go crazy in there. )

the batman / the penguin ( oc x oc or cc x oc,,,i'd love to write against edward nashton (the party ended an hour ago and i'm still here) i will write anyone or create an oc for you !)

there will be blood ( oc x oc or cc x oc !,,sick freak strikes again, i'd love to write against eli sunday! i'll write anyone or create an oc for you!)

silicon valley ( oc x oc or cc x oc,,jared dunn if you can hear us please save us. i'd write against that sad eyed man so hard. i will write anyone or make an oc (is this getting repetitive? just assume i'll match your freak tbh)

the boys ( oc x oc or cc x oc,,hughie my sweet baby (we're all sensing a pattern in who i'm requesting lmao) i'll write anyone for you !!!)

the suicide squad / peacemaker (oc x oc or cc x oc! i'd love to write against adrian chase or abner krill! i can write anyone ever in the world for you !)

i also am a sucker for original plots ! i'm super into modern, corporate, superhero/villian, religious trauma, horror, character studies, dark themes, romamce, found family, action, angst, failmarriage, pathetic little men, awful little people,,,i'm just eager to write ! i'd be so happy to write as a face claim you've really been craving ! i do really enjoy watching our characters interact so i'd prefer it if the plots were combined but it isn't necessary !

i'm totally comfortable with nsfw ! i encourage it even because i really do feel like a lot of these are psychosexual in some regard /j

i’d also like to point out that my female characters tend to be flawed little shits and they’re not exactly strictly submissive in their behavior so don’t worry about you having to always have to make your character lead the plot because my character is too meek or something like that ! i love complex characters so bring forth your mess of people.

if any of this sounds particularly interesting to you, please reach out and message me ! i'd love to hear what caught your eyes, and a little bit about you !

thanks in advance!

[littlebatsimagines]

Welcome To The Asylum

Hey Guys! Welcome to my page my name is Bats and I'll be you're writer! I hope you enjoy your stay here at my little HA HA-cienda! Please do feel free to request however I do try to keep my writings Arkham/Batman based however you my find a surprise every now and again! I really do hope you enjoy!

With much love!

-Bats

Reader abbreviation key:

(Y/n)= Your name

(E/c)=Eye color

(H/c)=Hair color

(F/c)=Favorite Color

I Thought You Were Dead (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

By Your Side (Arkham Asylum! Bruce Wayne x Reader)

I Promise (Dick Grayson x Reader)

I Deal With You (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Hacker (Dick Grayson x OC)

I Can't Believe You Talked Me Into This! (Dick Grayson x Reader)

HOW COULD YOU?! (Injustice! Dick Grayson x Reader)

Run With Me (Jason Todd x Reader)

Rainbow After the Storm (Jason Todd x Reader)

An Odd Feeling (Arkham Knight x Reader) - (1) (2) (3) (4)

Just Playing the Game (Jason Todd x Reader)

I Can't Do This Without You (Jason Todd/Robin x Reader)

The Knight is Born (Arkham Knight x Inmate! Reader) - (1) (2)

Christmas Snuggles (Jason Todd x Reader)

A Friend in Arkham (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)- (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

Not That Scary! (Tim Drake x Reader)

Doctor's Orders (Arkham! Tim Drake x Reader)

Villain Stuff

Why Do You Stay? (Arkham! Scarecrow x Reader)

Killer Croc x Reader

One Scary Assistant (Scarecrow x Reader)

A Hidden Friend. (Arkham Origins! Bane x Reader)

Gotham stuff

The Orphan and The Clown - (1) (2)

Random DC/Holiday Stuff

Don't You Dare! (Jerome Valeska x Reader) Christmas!

So Much For Boring... (Negative Man x Male! Reader)

(Polka Dot Man x Reader)

I'm a Superhero! (Polka Dot Man x Reader)

(Abner Krill x Reader)

Christmas Snuggles (Jason Todd x Reader) Christmas!

[how-serene]

❀ REQUEST RULES ❀

Requests are currently CLOSED

General Rules -

Please be kind, and patient when sending in a request. I have a life outside of this blog, but will do my best to upload your request as soon as Im able to. Sending in a prompt or idea will immensely help me, so keep that in mind. I also will deny a request if I am not comfortable with it. (Minors Don’t Interact)

What I WILL write - Light smut, Angst, Fluff, Yandere, Reader Death, Platonic!Reader, Fem!Reader, Neutral!Reader

What I will NOT write - Heavy smut, OC x Character, Character x Character, Abuse, Rape, SA, Mommy/Daddy kinks

Lists of who I write for down below.

David Dastmalchian List - Bob Taylor, Abner Krill, Johnson (Reprisal), Jack Delroy, James Lewis, Kurt Goreshter, Piter De Vries, Wojchek, Thomas Schiff.

Slasher List - Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Pinhead, Eric Draven, The Lost Boys, Jack Torrance, Eric Binford, Norman Bates, Killer Klowns.

Final Girls/Boys - Sidney Prescott, Randy Meeks, Laurie Strode, Ash Williams, Ellen Ripley, Jess Bradford, Julie James, Helen Shivers, Ray Bronson, Emerald Haywood, Wendy Torrance, R.J. MacReady, Michael Emerson, Star (Lost boys).

Others - Eddie Munson, Dano!Riddler, Twin Peaks (all characters), Bernard The Elf, Charlie Eppes.

Will also write for ALL Dead By Daylight characters.

If you don't see someone on the list, but are curious if I will write for them, feel free to ask me.

<3

[muppetstimmoment]

Fozzie Bear Stimboard!!! [Poll 6th Place!!]

Creds:

https://www.tumblr.com/angelic-stimz/711418430326243328/johnny-rocketfingers-johnny-rocketfingers?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/another-blues-clues-day-hooray/707342173317791744/x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/transolar/705537913434341376/grizzly-bear-stimboard?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/disneyafternooncartoon/662633521579491328/abner-krill-polka-dot-man-stimboard?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/meilia-stims/682434091194449920/arabella-oc-stimboard?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/scop0phob1a-stims/705289332642152448/bear-stims-for-my-best-friend-ever-jfreakingp?source=share

[krillposting]

Hi friend!! I know we haven't chatted much but I just wanted to say that if you were looking for reading material, I've got a whole series of Abner Krill x OC fics here on AO3, plus I just posted a new Last Voyage of the Demeter fic that I think is really fun :D

Absolutely no pressure to read, but I would be honored if you did!! <3

I'm excited to read them!!!

[embodyingchaos]

"i love polka-dots, i love them even more now because they make me feel safe."

[portrayed by janet montgomery]

[ronecam]

It's my birthday! I will pretend Abbie is here celebrating with me

[finkadink]

Quickie because I still struggle with Abner’s features even though he is the fav of all time like !! Wtf brain get it together

Also peak at my small collection (I added one more item but it’s too big for the shelf grrrrr) it’s not enough 😭😭😭

[practically-an-x-man]

14, 23, and/or 24 for Nikoletta for the cuddle prompts?

Ooooh yes!! Thank you so much!

14. cuddles after being touch-starved 23. snuggling up to them when they're cold 24. cuddles of reassurance (Cuddle & Snuggle Prompts)

____ Fever Chills

Word Count: 2.0k Content Warnings: Sickfic, emotional hurt/comfort, domestic fluff

Crossposted on AO3 ____

Sometimes it seemed like one of them was always sick.

It seemed to alternate between them: she got the flu, then Abner caught it from her, then her shadows returned and purging them left her bedridden for three days, then his dots flared up and left him just as sick the following week...

And now it was right back to her.

Nikoletta knew, logically, things would sort themselves out soon enough. Their immune systems were fighting to adjust to an environment that wasn't prison for the first time in years. Their first foray out of prison had come from an incredibly demanding mission that included several nights sleeping on the floor of the open jungle, not to mention contact with far too many rats. They were finally learning to release decades of pent-up stress, which led to its own sort of physical crumbling. She'd always heard things would get worse before they got better, but this was the first time in her life when she was safe enough to truly experience it.

So far, she wasn't a fan.

Maybe it was another bout of the flu. Maybe it was some aftereffect of her shadows. Maybe it was just the karmic rebound of all the stress she'd started to let go of. In all likeliness, it was a combination of the three.

Whatever it was, it left her feverish and shaky and utterly miserable, and Nikoletta prayed for the day it was over.

She trudged into the kitchen with a blanket tucked around her shoulders, shaking so hard she could hardly keep herself upright. Her posture was hunched, like an old woman wrapped in her shawls, and she nearly dropped her coffee mug when she reached to pull it from the cupboard.

It didn't matter. She could hold herself up. She'd held herself up through ten years of Belle Reve, through all the injuries and illnesses and everything else that contained, and this was hardly Belle Reve. She only had to be up long enough to make herself a cup of tea, and then she could crawl back into bed and be miserable there instead.

"What are you doing?"

Abner's quiet voice came from the doorway behind her, and Nikoletta jumped before she could help it. She'd gotten better about that, she really had, but something about her present illness sharpened those old blades all the same.

"Making tea." she mumbled, leaning against the counter and watching the mug spin around inside the microwave. She didn't have the energy to boil it the proper way - not that it really made a difference in her eyes, hot water was hot water and the microwave did it a hell of a lot faster.

"You're sick," he said, with the same careful, gentle tone, "You should be in bed. I can make it for you."

"It'll take two minutes. I'm fine."

Warm hands caught her arms and tried to gingerly steer her away from the microwave. Instead she shrugged him off- and regretted it the moment she did, but buried the emotion with a grimace.

"I said I'm fine."

Abner went silent for a moment too long, and icy self-hatred clutched her heart. She'd promised herself, months ago, that she wouldn't be sharp with him the way so many others were sharp with him. And then here she was with those old habits, the austere performance she'd kept up for so long, pushing her discomfort onto him in a way he didn't deserve. It was liable to make him shut down, and that made her feel worse than any illness could.

The microwave beeped, and with rough motions she retrieved her mug and tore open a tea packet. The tea bag inside slipped through her trembling fingers before she could drop it in the mug, and Nikoletta watched it slide pitifully to the bottom of the kitchen sink.

Something about the sight, her one tiny attempt at making herself feel better only ruined by her own treacherous fingers, threatened to send her into tears. Instead she just slumped over the countertop, utterly defeated. She was so cold it felt like her tear ducts had frozen. She couldn't have cried even if she wanted to. Her body refused to grant her that release.

Abner's arms slid around her waist from behind, drawing her in against his slim chest. Nikoletta couldn't help but melt into the warmth, those agonized shudders easing for the first time in days.

"Nik," he murmured, leaning over to rest his chin on her shoulder, "Please go to bed."

She let out a trembling breath, trying to let him steady her. He had such a way of doing that. She hardly understood it. Somehow, he knew exactly how to make her slow down, to soften the armor and melt the ice, like nobody else had ever known to do for her before.

Part of her still wanted to pull away, to shoulder her burdens alone as she'd always done, to let her pride win out.

The rest of her just wanted to go to bed. She felt like shit.

Nikoletta nodded against Abner's shoulder, and he gently released his hold on her. The shivers returned almost immediately, with the loss of his warmth, but she did her best to push her discomfort aside. Abner trailed her as she began to trudge slowly back towards the bedroom.

"Do you want me to walk with you?"

"No, I'm-" she started, then swallowed the words and tried again, "It's not far. I can manage. Thank you."

"Okay." he said, "I'll be right there."

He started to draw back, then seemed to catch a brief ripple of courage and ducked in to kiss her cheek. Despite the shivers, the horrible ache in her joints, the indescribably unpleasant heavy feeling that came with illness, Nikoletta found a faint smile crossing her face.

She reached the bedroom and slid into bed, tucking herself into a tight ball under the covers. It didn't offer her any scrap of warmth - it only made her feel like some weak, scared child hiding from her nightmares. It made her think of STAR Labs, tucked under the thin sheets of her cot in the same way to shield herself from the cameras and the new unshakeable chill beneath her skin. The memories were nearly as bad as the cold itself. But even the slightest movement made her skin erupt with painful pins and needles, so there she stayed.

After a while one of the cats hopped up onto the bed and wormed its way under the covers with her. That made her feel a little better, in some small way. She'd never had pets in her prior lives - not indoor pets, at least, though she fed the strays whenever she had scraps to spare - and Baron's soft black fur was its own sort of tether to the present. Abner had been right about adopting them. It helped.

She heard Abner enter the room a few minutes later, the old flooring creaking under his shuffling footsteps, but he paused in the doorway. Nikoletta guessed that he wasn't sure how to engage with her: what to say, or even whether to speak at all, whether to come up to her or whether she'd startle from not being able to see his entrance. Nikoletta had just begun to shift when she heard him speak, softly and gently as always.

"I brought you some tea. Are you still awake?"

"Too cold to sleep," she mumbled, finally forcing herself to emerge from her cocoon. Her eyes fell on Abner still standing in the doorway, holding her coffee mug in both hands as if it were a small bird. He took a few steps closer when he found her eyes on him, and stiffly held the mug out to her. There was an odd tension in his posture- but then again, there almost always was.

Nikoletta took the mug and curled around it, taking a grateful sip and feeling warmth bloom all down to her chest. When the heat of the liquid subsided, she caught notes of a shockingly tangy taste - not the cheap store-brand stuff she kept in the cupboard, that was for damn sure.

"This isn't the tea from the tea bags," she remarked, only thinking to catch her words when she saw Abner's face fall.

"You don't like it?"

"No, it's- I do. It's good. Thank you."

"My mom used to make it for us when we got sick. When we were little. Before she... before things got bad." he said, ducking her eyes, "It's got honey in it. And mint."

She took a second sip, now finding another reason to be comforted. It wasn't just about the tea, or the fact that he'd spared her his own time and energy to make it. It was a piece of his heart, a rare good memory from his childhood, something he could easily have hoarded for himself- and deserved to hoard for himself, when good memories were so rare. But instead he shared it with her, however vulnerable that was, took a symbol of comfort from his past and made it an object of his care in the present.

She'd have to figure out the recipe once she was feeling a little better. If it meant enough to him that he'd share it with her...

Nikoletta stretched a hand out and patted the mattress beside her.

"Will you- um, will you warm me up?"

That was about the only way she could make herself phrase it. Anything else felt... strange, somehow both too intimate and not intimate enough, and she couldn't manage that just yet. It was hard enough just to ask to be held, as much as she longed for it.

But Abner knew her well, and for that she hardly had to speak at all.

He slid into the bed beside her, careful not to disturb her mug of tea as he wrapped his arms around her. There were times when he really did remind her of the street cats she used to feed as a child, and this was one of those. They were such particular creatures - half of them were so unsocialized to humans they didn't even know to meow, and they hardly understood how to react to a comforting touch at first, but deep down many of them were just as affectionate as the posh, well-groomed purebreds she saw peering out of city windows.

Abner was a lot like those cats. He didn't know how to initiate, the motions were awkward and the words were halting, but he cared more than anyone she'd ever known.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," Nikoletta mumbled, grimacing against a swell of the same bitter regret, "You deserve better- I want to be better, I'm trying, I just..."

"You're hurting, Nik. It's okay."

She wanted to protest - it wasn't okay, he'd had to shoulder cruelty from everyone in his life and she promised herself she wouldn't push the same on him - but simply swallowed the words and ducked her head against Abner's shoulder. Her fingers fidgeted with the mug in her lap.

"I hate being sick," she sighed, still curling in closer against him in the hopes that she could finally chase that terrible chill from deep in her bones, "It just... makes everything so much worse. I don't know if it's the shadows, or just my body, or... what else, but I just feel like I'm falling apart."

"I know how that feels." he agreed, and leaned his head against her own - like those near-feral strays, she thought again. "But that's why we have each other. Right?"

What happens when we both get sick, then? she thought, What happens when we both break down at the same time? Who makes the tea then? Who scoops out the litter boxes? Who picks up the mail?

And to her surprise, an answer came almost immediately.

Harley. Cleo. Rick. Even DuBois- he'd bitch about it, but he'd be there. Our friends.

It was strange to think that she had someone she could trust like that. It was strange to think that she had five.

"Yeah." she murmured, and drew the mug to her lips for another sip, "That's why we have each other."

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔫

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 [𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚-𝐃𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧]

𝑰 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒂-𝑫𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑺𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒅!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

After years seeing only the traumatic face of his mother, something changed when Abner was designed to be part of the suicide squad, and he meets you. After a dangerous moment in the beach in Corto Maltese were Spectro pushes him far from an explosion, he starts to really see her. He doesn’t understand why, only after that moment he looks at her, and she’s the only one who don’t look like his mother. He also doesn’t understand why she’s so kind to him, or even what is she doing with that group. The reader has a codename, so mostly she’s called by Spectro.

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒘 | 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔 | 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 | 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 | 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅

Vampire OC inspired by this photoshoot.

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒆 | 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

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