#aimsey fanfics

[genevawrenn]

Rules: post the first line of your last ten posted fics and see if there's a pattern

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01. “Aimsey Trientalis?”

A long-haired brunette questioning impulsive decisions stood on the worn wooden pier the boat just dropped them off at, all their worldly possessions scattered around them.

02. The sun set over the polished marble of the Royal Archives, winking in between the pillars that faced it. The huge building sheltered histories in objects displayed with careful hands and large tapestries woven by talented server members hung across the cold stone walls. Huge shelves of pine covered a good majority of the lower floors filled with scrolls written in careful scrawling handwriting, stairs ascending to the floor wrapping the second level where more specialised exhibits were.

03. He hopes Tallulah will forgive him.

Scrawling their promise to one another ‘ you and me, you and me always ’ on his classic yellow sign and attaching it to the wall where she would see in the morning, Chayanne stopped one last time to look at his slumbering sister.

04. Blood.

He craved it, he wanted to bathe in it, he wanted to coat his scarred skin with the crimson essence to truly feel the need to be satisfied, to drown the screaming in his thoughts. The brunette with a single white curl wants to drown in the red rain, spilling forth from the pale flesh his blade sliced through.

05. Steady, regular beeping.

The only noise to accompany Fit as he sits at Pac’s side as the beautiful man slumbers, the antidote to the Federation working its way through the comatose man. The anarchist cradles a guitar older than this world on his lap covered in denim jeans, peering at the bouquet of crimson roses he placed on the blank table in a glass vase left there.

06. The crow's heart drops, seeing the screen before him with the team divisions for the next two weeks. Philza was cautious coming into this event, his only drive was the voice taunting to complete this event was to win the knowledge of where his children are. He didn’t trust this for a second despite willingly putting himself in this situation because for his children, the world. Ancient instincts were flooding adrenaline through his ageless form tight with paranoia.

07. The crow avian wakes out of a pleasant dream of soaring through the blue air above with the song of the sky in his ears, feeling the wind caressing each feather as he carves his way through the void above. Someone whose instincts called for the freedom he had been grounded from, a sky born being with shorn wings who had been unable to reach the stars he was married to the entire time he had been in this world.

08. Peace.

It's all FitMC could think, looking in those pools of night sky that had begun to entrance him. He fondly remembers the very first time he met the lively brunette named Pac, his joy shining forth and the sheer kindness that surrounded him astounded Fit.

09. A son and daughter awaken their father under the frosty sun of a winter morning, crow yawning and groaning as his ancient muscles awaken. Smiling, he lets Chayanne and Tallulah crawl their way into his bed and under his once-magnificent wings, curling them around his precious hatchlings. It was the day of Christmas Eve, and Phil could only hope their plans they had last minute thrown together would hold up.

10. Loneliness.

It’s a feeling Philza knew intimately, ripping his soul open in the darkest of nights. Filleting him raw under the bare shining cosmos, pale moonlight bathing gaping holes of lost friends, illuminating the emptiness. The threads of his life’s tapestry fraying after the aeons of memories his heart had experienced, slowly falling away one by one until it was only his shining string.

[olzs-stufz]

QSMP HEAD CANON:

Tubbo's other friends are demonic entities who Tubbo seemed to charm and become friends with and sometimes they try and help him out

Tubbo groaned hearing the entities he called his friends tease him to no end about his feelings for the Brazilian who was standing next to him concerned. "Don't worry its just the entities again" Tubbo said brushing it off.

If it were anyone else Pac would've been worried out of his mind trying to help them, but he trusted the entities Tubbo seemed to be surrounded by. The boy in question was ranting to Pac about his Machines when he felt the vibe change. He could basically tell when one of the entities possessed him.

"Hi. Which one are you?" He asked "I'm Aimee" the entity said. They sounded feminine "And you're Pac right?" They asked "Sim" he replied "He likes you too" She said "¿Q-que?" the entity sighed "he has MAJOR feelings for you and your boyfriend. He's just too scared to say it because he thinks you'll hate him" she said.

Pac's jaw dropped, did tubbo actually have a crush on him and Fit? I mean he had feelings for him, and he was 70 percent sure Fit did aswell so it wasn't too far out for him to like them back

He zoned back in seeing Tubbo very flustered trying to explain himself to Pac saying she was just joking around. Pac could see right through that flustered expression on his face that was so fragile, even the slightest touch would break it.

"Look, Aimee was saying nonsense it was a prank I swear-" he said cutting himself off hearing one of them say something "I should probably head to bed, sorry for the trouble pac" he said tears threatening to fall.

Pac smiled grabbing his hand pulling him closer. He rested his other hand on the brit's cheek with a soft smile. That was enough to break him. He clung to Pac sobbing. The two sunk down to the ground, Tubbo on Pac's lap crying his eyes out while Pac holds him,giving him soft kisses and rubbing his back.

After awhile he stopped crying. He just sat there curled up on Pac's lap "do you wanna talk about it?" The other shook his head. "Okay. I'm ready when you do. I'll always be here for you Tubbo. I love you, eu te amo." He said watching Tubbo smile at his words. He smiled, knowing he was able to help him feel better made him feel good. He kissed Tubbo's head once more before hearing fit

"I leave for a month and my boyfriend and best friend are dating, my god" he said joining the two on the ground. He gave Pac a kiss on the cheek before kissing Tubbo's forehead. God they really needed to talk about this later.

WHAAAAT FIRST FANFIC IN 3 MONTHS IS POLY MORNING CREW??? Seriously though I haven't written anything other than school stuff in so long it was nice to post this. I'm posting this on my ao3 2 so. Bye

[croudjay]

hey guys 😃

what tHE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THAT GREEN GLOB'S STREAM

[anonymoustigress]

I just wrote a little bit of fan fiction about au!Guqqie and au!Aimsey.

pretty bad, un edited and fairly unoriginal but thought I’d share. I appreciate feedback if anyone has any :)

Area Unknown Fanfic

After the possession, alternate events, from aimsey’s pov

I saw Guqqie sitting on the bench. Our bench, the one I used to love so dearly, in our place with the blue and orange flowers. As I walked over to her, I felt the grass brush my ankles and heard a faint buzz of life from the trees. The sun was setting, lighting the sky a deep pink. It was the same shade as guqqie’s hair. I sat on the bench. I was trying to avoid eye contact, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s just so beautiful, despite everything she has done to me. Well, she didn’t really do it, I know that. But it was her face, her voice, her body. It was her that broke my horn. Broke me. 

I looked at her. She looked back. Her eyes, a deep blue and her lips a soft pink, slightly parted. I felt like I was in a trance. It felt nice, for a moment. And then the thoughts came rushing back. The sword, the blood, the begging. I tried to shake them off, but I couldn’t. She knew what I was thinking, like she always did. Guqqie wrapped her arms around me, cradling my tear streaked face. Despite everything, she was still guqqie. She still had her soft hoodie, the sweet smell of her hair and her warm hands. All the things I love about her, gripping me as I cried. I kept crying, the thoughts kept coming and they infiltrated every part of my brain like an infection spreading through a crowded village, until she spoke, “Aimee. I’m so sorry.” she whispered, her head against mine. I took a shuddered breath, and tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. She squeezed me tighter. “It’s okay,” she said, “I’m here, and everything will be okay.”

I only had one thought now, despite being overwhelmed with sadness and grief and anger. I only had one thing I wanted to say. 

“I-I love you.”, I said, just about getting the words out. She replied, “I love you too”.

[spiraltides]

for those of you who have been reading my genloss fanfic, just letting ya'll know that it will be on hiatus for a little while. hopefully not too long, maybe a month or two. I haven't had very much time to work on it between school and doctors appointments etc. (im also just not too sure where im going with the story atm, i have an outline but idk really what to write 😭) ill probably be working on other fics in between tho, so look forward to that!

also go read it if you haven't already :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57251419/chapters/145627675

[kalliope371]

A quick one shot about the gays doomed by the narrative! I have a feeling that a!guqqie knows more than she lets on, and my current theory is that there’s a time loop of some sort.

[x-bee-x]

Sooo. How about that conversation and lore drop from Aimsey and Ros on Realms the other day?

Isn't It Ironic

2,809 words

Aimee stood at the entrance of their recently built alchemy shack onlooking the Realm and its landscape, a girl with purple hair and armor to match came over the horizon, he invited her up to the balcony.

She stood with her arms crossed and leaning against the railing, he stood behind her, both of them silent.

"Do you feel that?"

She asked the afternoon sun.

"What, the quiet?"

"Yeah, before tomorrow, where we're probably all gonna die."

She turned to face the other then.

"Or, we could all live."

"There's no guarantee of that."

"What, you want that, you would want every person here to be wiped out?"

"No! No no no. I just, I think it's hard to, I feel like you should-"

Ros fidgeted by pretending to push the loose strands of hair already beneath her helmet and in a braid back under it.

"What, what should I do?"

"You've gotta live in the present, you can't be too hopeful."

She turned back around and pretended to not notice the shock on Aimee's face.

"You, Ros, you're telling me I can't be too hopeful? What is this switching sides that's going on? Literally a week ago, you were here blabbing about 'ah, we've gotta hope, we've just gotta hope, everything's gonna be back to normal, everyone's gonna be okay.' What, what happened?"

They waited for her to face them again, considering her answer.

"I just feel like that isn't really true anymore."

"But why, what's changed your perspective?"

"I think Pili has."

There it was, that newer cat boy from one of the opposite teams, he had apparently put that thought in her head.

"Pili."

"I just, I feel like they must be doing something right, you know?"

"What, the group, the faction? Why? To make you feel hatred?"

"Yeah. Or I- just to live in a way that makes you feel free. I don't think they- I don't know."

"Talk to me, Ros."

"I feel like, I've seen the world as hopeful, and I wanna try seeing it the way they do. You know? If Pili wants me to be hateful, and get stronger through anger, then. Then maybe I should just try. Maybe I should try to see from that perspective, see if they're actually truly right.

Or. It could backfire, and hopefully, I'll be able to be worse than they could ever even imagine."

Ros, one of the most gentle and safe people with closest relationship's Aimee has grown to make these past weeks, how was she talking to the same girl right now?

And yet.

"Ros, for the last, I don't know how long, I've been stood here, telling you to be hopeful and to not feed into everything Pili is trying to tell you. But then the minute Pili, for some reason, tries to get to you and have you feed into this violence. You do it without second thought. Where- where does that mindset even- I don't understand."

"I just, I feel like if I'm going to thrive in the Kingdom, on the Realm, then I need to pull out all the stops for everyone to feel safe. And for that to happen, I think people need to believe that I am capable, that I can protect people, that I am feared.

And being positive all the time hasn't helped. Being violent, showing people that I can be, is possibly a part that's going to work. How else am I supposed to- I don't know.

I just feel like it's too easy being a target. Being nice. I just need to try being as bad as them, and hopefully, they'll give up."

"So you're, you're okay to lose everything then? There's a reason why those people only have each other, and why you have an entire kingdom. A reason you have me. You want me to fear you?

Because if you keep going down this path, then maybe that's all that'll be left, whatever you used to be, just a shell. You really want to become a shell? This is not the Ros- this is, this is not the only solution. It's not just go all the way or go nowhere. You know?"

"But I feel like that's the only option that's left to truly be able to protect, especially if we're thinking about tomorrow, I feel like-"

Ros was fidgeting with the braid hanging over her right shoulder again.

"Your mindset has changed, and, I don't know why. I do know why. I'm not, I'm not trying to dumb down what you've been through the past weeks. I can't even imagine. I hope you know that, I'm not just trying to stand here and look you in the eyes and say 'violence isn't the answer, do peace' but. But do you really want that? Or do you think that just because you think that's what Pili wants you to do?"

"I don't care what Pili wants."

Naive didn't feel like the right word to describe Ros right now; his crazy, wonderful, innocent, lovely Ros; but it felt like the closest description.

"Yes you do, Ros, yes you do! Every conversation we've had ends with you saying 'this is what Pili wants', I don't even think you know what you want! Genuinely, Ros, what do you want?"

Her soft violet eyes looked into Aimsey's.

"I just, I want to make sure everyone is protected and safe, and I feel helpless because I don't know if I can do anything."

"But why do you think you can't do anything? There is so much more you can do, than feed into the cycle of violence, and trying to, what, make people scared of you? There is a reason why people who feed into this violence don't get anywhere. Because they get swept up."

He ignored the voice in his head saying to call her Gem and to put their hand on her shoulder as they said this.

"But they haven't got swept up, not yet. Maybe yeah, they sit in holes and they're hidden away, but we spend all and every day wondering if tomorrow will be the last. If we'll be targeted, if we fall into the next trap, if we're next.

But if they fear, if I- if I take what they're saying, take their advise, and triple it. And I do worse than- not worse but- if I can show, if I can be someone. Then I feel like they'll stop, or at least I'll be able to do something, I can make a mark that's more than just-"

"But you are something, Ros, you are someone. The kingdom knows that. I know that. But no matter what happens, you're just never gonna believe it, are you? Because in the eyes of the people that hate you, or think you're less, you think their opinions matter more. And that's what I've lost you. I was losing you anyway, and the minute my opinion was invalid, the minute the kingdom's opinion was invalid, you-"

"No no no. I, I do value your opinion, I just-"

"If you valued my opinion you wouldn't come to me every single day! I just wanna know what you want. You come to me every day and ask for advice, or it's like. It's difficult being someone who's just watching all of this happen.

And I think because you come to me, you say things like you don't wanna feed into what Pili wants you to do or be. But the minute we're with other people, that seems to be the only thing you want and the only way you can act.

If you want to go down this war path, I will be there with you every step, but it feels like you can't make up your mind, which side you want to do, which side you want to be on. Do you wanna be feared, or do you wanna protect? You know? I just, I don't think you need to be feared in order to protect people."

"I don't know. I. Every day, I try my hardest to pick something that I think will help, and every day it feels like that opinion changes. As much as you doing think being feared helps, I really do think it does. Like do you think anyone tries to target Clown? Anyone tries to target Bad? I feel like. I obviously can't be there all the time, I physically can not. But, if I can be the tiniest bit more scary or intimidating or unpredictable, then then I at least have a chance. To protect people like Foolish and Tubbo and you."

"I don't need to be protected."

Something in Aimsey's head told him that was the right thing to say and to keep going, something in Aimsey's heart said to take it back.

"I. I know. But that's how I show I care."

"I don't want you to protect me."

Her head and heart were arguing again (still).

"Okay. That's, that's not saying you haven't got this. I know you do, you're so strong, and you've leveled up so much. You've done amazing. Honestly, part of me wants to get up to your level as well, and I feel like there's too many things to do, and I don't always do the things I want to do, and so. The one thing that's strong in my mind is to keep my friends safe. And you are my friend."

"I think you're mixing up the term. I think you should want to be respected rather than feared. And you're feeding into exactly what these people want."

She looked so small, smaller than even before, curious and blinking and turning over one hand in the other to self soothe.

"Do you not think that's the same thing though really?"

"No, and when it comes down to it, you know this whole violence cycle you want to do? I need you to look me in the eyes right now, tell me. If it came down to it, are you willing to kill people to be respected, for them to see you as equal? Is that genuinely something you want?

The idea of you holding a spear to someone's heart, just so they'll look at you as equal, is that really what you want? Tell me, Ros, please. I'm not asking you this because I want you to feel guilty, I'm asking you this because I genuinely want to know. Are you willing to do what it takes to be on their level?"

"I, I wanna try. And I think, I don't think there's any other way."

She took a step back when the words came out of her mouth, and Aimee let her.

"So you'd be okay with taking someone's life. If it meant you'd be respected."

He stated more than asked.

"Because I know you've killed before, it wasn't for an act of respect though, it was more an act of kill or be killed. But now I feel like it's different, I feel like your relationship with this all has changed. You know, if Pili or Bad liked you in the eyes and said 'I will respect you if you kill this person', would you do it?"

"I think I would."

"I just, I don't think that's true. There's no- really?"

"I think it depends on who it was."

"Me. What if it was me, Ros. If Bad liked you in the eyes and right now said 'kill Aimee, and I will respect you', I need to know right now would you do it."

"I. I don't know. No. My answer is no. No."

Ros; his crazy, perfect, innocent, stupid, Ros; said no, but not immediately, and they thought that hurt more than anything physically could have.

"But you hesitated, Ros, you hesitated. You would, wouldn't you? If it meant Bad saw you as strong, if the people who put you in that position saw you as strong, you would try to kill me."

"I just, I, I don't know what I want. I don't want you to die, ever, I never want you to die."

"I can't, I can't believe it, you hesitated. You know what? Let's fight. Right now. Just you and me, outside, let's fight. Let me see how far you're willing to take this. Come on! I know you wanna do this. You've been talking all about this violence that you want so bad. So let's go, it's just two friends sparring, just like before."

They put their hand in hers and lead them both down the stairs and on the grass outside of the alchemy shack.

"Let's see how far that hesitation is going to take you, Ros, let's go. I can not believe you hesitated. But it's fine, Ros, it's fine."

And she followed him, she didn't really have a choice, but she didn't move once they stood outside.

"But are you, do you, can you see it from my side at all?"

"No, Ros, I can't. And I've been trying so hard to. You want do badly to be respected by people who put you in this position, I understand. And there is a part of me that wants to understand. And there is a part of me that- when it comes down to it, Ros, you are at the top. Okay? I care so much about you. And if it came to my life, and someone telling me to kill you, I wouldn't do it. Not in a heartbeat. And I, I just can't believe it."

"I'm just. I'm so sorry. Because I feel like I'm trying to prevent you from getting hurt, and all the others I care about. But in order to do that, it's like I'm hurting everyone. And I would rather me hurt you, than them hurt you, over and over again. And I think that I would rather you hurt me than then target me. Because you're an amazing person.

I value you, I don't value them and their morals, but I can't find another way. I don't know what else to do. And even though you've been here all this time, it still feels like I'm on my own in this, like making this decision."

"I am so glad I chose to be alone. Because you. I don't know what's happened to you. What do you mean you would rather hurt me than them? How, I know, I know that somewhere in that brain of yours that there is probably some kind of logic to that, but what is it?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize, Ros, let's just fight."

"I don't wanna fight you."

"Why! You sit here telling me, you said, you want to do this turn of violence. What if you take my life, what if it makes you change, what if you realize this isn't exactly what you want?"

"You want me to kill you?"

"I wanna fight. I wanna see how far you'd actually be willing to go. Because right more I don't- there's this- there's the tiniest part of me that hopes maybe, just maybe, you're bluffing. And that's so stupid of me. But, like I've said, everything I've wanted is so close. It's so close, but it's so far, it's always just out of my reach."

"I'm right here."

They could touch her if they tried, if they wanted, wipe the tear from her cheekbone or pretend to put the hair under the front of her helmet, but they didn't, they couldn't.

"Ros, I would like to fight, I would like to see if I'm right about you. That's all. We'll take our armor off, just use our weapons, it'll be a fair fight. I just want to see what will happen. Come on, we both know we need to survive, right? So let's see.

If you really don't want to do it, you can back out now, but I know there's a part of you that really wants to try. Am I right? You've said it yourself, I know you better than anybody else here, and I know there is a part of you that wants to do this. Isn't there? So come on."

"Are you sure? Are you genuinely sure?"

"I am. Take the armor off. Let me see how violent you're willing to get."

"Okay."

Her plum colored braid was still over her shoulder, but the bits of hair loose from it were free from the helmet now, she blinked her dusty purple eyes in curiosity and confirmation.

"Okay. On the count of three. We fight."

And Ros; her crazy, lovely, sad, misunderstood, wonderful Ros; raised two hands opposite Aimee's own in the same position, and they both fell into a heap like a blanket on the ground outside, and the world went dark.

[wispofthevalley]

asmp brainrot #1

Guqqie wakes to a headache— the kind where you can’t think clearly because the pressure between your eyes is enough to make your brain feel like mush— and she knows it's begun. The thick snow surrounding her burrow does nothing to deter her visitor.

The sun is setting when he ends up in her house like he always does. This time will be different though, she knows it.

She sighs when she manages to get the prince out of her house and back to his. Maybe Guqqie’s claim that he owes her is enough to frighten him into staying away, he might even run for it if she claims the prince’s house is hers too. It's on her land after all.

He doesn’t budge an inch.

He’s an idiot; that’s what he is for staying here after she’s done just short of kicking him off the land herself. If the little prince insists on staying here they’ll need her help.

Guqqie knows it’s hard on him, when she wipes the sweat from his brow late at night. He’s always been a fitful sleeper.

She smiles the first time she catches them talking to the moon late at night, some things never change it seems.

The house is filthy because of that damn bird that’s been taking up the prince’s time as of late. The choice to clean was barely even her’s, because all she can think about is the smell and how it’s sunk into the walls. When the prince returns home, the castle is sparkling.

The sun is setting and Guqqie is a mess. She’s looked in every nook and cranny of the nearby surroundings and just about wears a hole through the floor with her pacing when the lock rattles. They’re home, and the stench of iron clings to them, but she’s home and Guqqie can’t bring herself to care about the blood dripping on their polished floors. Her prince is home.

When he’s asleep and tucked safely in bed, she goes to her burrow and she sobs. She swore it was just a little help and now look at her. Pathetic. She’s fallen for them again, and she can’t do shit about it.

The moon is high in the sky when Guqqie forgets to look at the stars instead of the prince. She rubs her thumb in circles around his when they hold hands.

It's raining the first time she screams at them, her shrieks echoing through the forest . They don’t understand, and sometimes neither does she but they both need to if they’re gonna make it through this.. 

It’s raining when she kisses them too, and when she tells them they need some time apart

The world is on fire and they won’t make it. It was foolish of her to think anything else and her voice catches in her throat when she calls out for them. She has her sword on the ready so she can finish the job.

She tosses it into the lava.

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

I didn't understand how to correctly use any/all pronouns for people until I read a fanfic about Aimsey

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[narabea06]

Guys pls

Pls consider this fic idea im begging you

c!Aimsey-oriented Modern AU fic where Aimsey is cursed with the ability to see and talk to spirits, and uses the ability to talk to Beep and Ranboo, two ghosts haunting two separate apartment buildings she stays at

Bear SMP lore is the first apartment building, Dream SMP lore is the second apartment building :>

Pls somebody hear me out, i have so many ideas for this and i never see c!Aimsey oriented fics like anywhere, pls pls pls hear me out

[anonymousaccount1015]

Aimsey was spending time scouting the SMP and the surrounding area, still pretty new and naive to the world. She was walking a short way off the prime path, talking to her chat, when suddenly, she stumbled into an unexpected hole.

She screamed as she fell before slamming hard into the ground with a thud, kicking up dust and dirt all around her. She swiftly checked the online list, nobody was around that would be in the greater SMP area to have heard her scream and fall.

“Chat, what is this place?” She stood up and started brushing herself off, her knee was scraped, but that was nothing she couldn’t fix when she was back to the surface. She knew she fell a pretty long way though. And the cave was dark and kind of musty.

She could feel some kind of pulsating energy, and a faint red glow. Almost like a presence in there with her. And it felt sinister.

“H-Hello?” Aimsey says, her voice shaking and cracking, betraying her apprehension about the situation.

“Hello, Aimsey.” An ominous voice says, she tries to place where it was, but it felt like it was coming from all around her. Or maybe in her head?

“Wh-Who are you? Where are you? How do you know my name?” Aimsey says, her voice quavering, she suddenly takes on a fight or flight stance.

“I know all about you. You’re new on the SMP.” The ominous voice said. “Won’t you come closer?”

Suddenly the red glow in the room strengthened. She instinctively threw up her hands, immediately pulling out her sword, preparing her shield, she was ready to fight, but upon realizing it wasn’t an attack, she slowly she let her guard down, and her gaze fell upon the giant red egg.

She stared in a kind of silent wonder, her arms slowly falling to her sides as they hung limply. Her sword and her shield clattered on the ground, they must have slipped from her hands.

She stumbled towards it kind of subconsciously, her steps short and labored. She started to feel a strong compulsion to obey… well, whatever it was. She felt like it was sinister, but also powerful. What could it possibly be? She had to know. She wasn’t under its control just yet, but there was a fascination.

(Part 1 of several, maybe? 👀)

[sammannnn]

Lowkey thinking about writing a fanfiction. 🤭 even tho I can't write

[genevawrenn]

She shot me in the night. It’s what I would’ve wanted.

✨Aimsey/Guqqie ✨3.1k W.C. ✨Aimsey-centric [@aimseytv thank you for the inspiration for this story, I hope I did your lovely, angsty idea justice] ✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Apocalypse ✨Stars by Sixx:A.M.

“Seren, I’m scared.” Aimsey chokes out, sitting up which Guqqie does as well.

She reaches a hand out to enclose Aimsey’s smaller one in, holding tight. “It would be easier for me to help if I know.”

“Promise you won’t be angry?”

“Aimee, I cannot until I know. Just tell me.” They say with a firm tone, green eyes meeting his chocolate brown.

“In the fight earlier…I was bitten.” Aimsey breaks eye contact after choking on those words, tightening her grip until Guqqie slowly pulls away to sit further back, lovely face carved in shock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin your day…”

“Ruin my day?” Guqqie lets out a harsh laugh, shaking her head. “Aimsey, this doesn’t ruin just my day. Are you kidding me?”

She looks desperately around Aimsey’s features, finding nothing but defeat. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I wanted one last good day, seren.” Aimsey begs her to understand, not wanting their last moments to be ones filled with strife.

[kaz-oooo]

Aimsey had nearly given up on their search for their missing friend Ranboo. He'd been gone for months now, the scene he'd left behind was beyond gruesome. They'd held onto hope for so long but maybe it was time to finally let go.

That is until Tommy sends them a link to a strange video he'd found.

*or*

Aimsey finds Ranboo, for better or worse.

Hey! I decided to write a fic for GenLoss week!!!! I was a bit too busy to do the rest of the prompts, but that's okay :) we got one thing out for the anniversary week and I really liked how this one turned out too!

[genderlessbleach]

Ignoring the fact that I haven't finished writing chapter 2 of Beautiful Eyes (in my defense, I went of the rails in AWHN chapters 5-10 and I have to figure out how I'd rewrite them in the new version), ASMP fic soon anyone? Anyone like the idea of exploring when Guqqie said, "I haven't had bird in a while." ??? Just got me thinking yk... only a bit....

[spiraltides]

WOAH! I FINALLY UPLOADED THE THIRD CHAPTER OF MY GENLOSS FIC AFTER A MONTH AND A HALF!!!

pspsppsps go read it