#alan wake 2 fanfic

[pinkomcranger]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games), Alan Wake 2 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saga Anderson & Alex Casey Characters: Saga Anderson, Alex Casey (Alan Wake), Alan Wake (mentioned) Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Canon Compliant, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, It's Casey. what did you expect?, Best Friends, Nobody understands Casey like Saga does, Casey is still grumpy about it, Special Agent Alex Casey wants to punch Alan at least one good time, stop denying him Saga, Saga is going to take care of everyone, even when they don't ask, where ELSE did Alan get that flannel from? it sure wasn't Casey's, Casey loves coffee, no beta we die like Taken, Banter, Teasing Summary:

The second Alan Wake leaves the room to get a well-earned shower, his legs still noticeably shaky, Saga turns her gaze to her partner. Casey has his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back in his chair, a frown marring his face. She practically feels his irritation rolling off of him in waves. She can't say she blames him, all things considered. “Are you alright, Casey?”

[pinkomcranger]

@hearts-are-connected this makes my heart so happy! An amazing fic with equally amazing fanart!

Our relationship was special. A treasure.

The lines were inspired from the first Alan Wake fic I wrote featuring FBI Agent Alex Casey reflecting on his relationship with his partner Saga Anderson. You can read it here on AO3.

[glettokono]

who would win - Dark Presence or Rose Marigold with kalashnikov

[breakfastteatime]

How dare this game call me out like this...

[velvetjune]

“Love Will Hurt” Night Springs DLC promo (Source: Remedy @ alanwake)

[pinkomcranger]

@hearts-are-connected I knooow. My heart grows ten sizes bigger whenever anyone posts an andercase fic and I love when they're good!

Fandom: Alan Wake

Pairing: Saga Anderson/Alex Casey

Rating: Teen

Summary:

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

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

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

Cauldron Lake: 1am (2066 words) by Lost_in_the_Woods_Somewhere Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games), Control (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Saga Anderson & Jesse Faden, Saga Anderson & Polaris Characters: Saga Anderson, Jesse Faden, Polaris (Control) Additional Tags: Post-Alan Wake II: The Final Draft, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post, AWE DLC (Control), might add to this later but here's a little rough exploration of this idea for now!! Summary: Yes, this was stupid, but she trusted her intuition, gift, Paranatural power- whatever people wanted to call it, and that told her things would be a hell of a lot worse if she didn't follow the feeling   In the aftermath of the incident at Cauldron Lake, Saga learns that the dark presence isn't quite done with them yet…

Hello! This is the aforementioned very rough Jesse and Saga scenario I mentioned! It's definitely not perfect, but it's been fun to just explore what I want, trying not to worry to much about making this into a full story!

Hope you enjoy!!

[blessedpictures]

Ho-ho-hello again. Blessed Pictures calling, once again in regards to Fandom Trumps Hate.

In case you missed it, we recently posted the three fics that generous bidders were gifted for donating to charity on behalf of the auction:

You're Still Here - Darling/Jesse slowburn. Darling's trapped in the Dark Place, and turns in his desperation to the only thing he can think of: the Hedron resonance. Or does he? Rated M, no major warnings except for mentions of deaths he experiences whilst in the Dark Place, and gore.

Fickle Visions - Casey/Wake. For years, FBI Special Agent Alex Casey has had the same terrible nightmare. Rated E, warnings for noncon, obsessive stalker shit, drugged sex, catheter sex, choking, brief mentions of self harm and a suicide attempt.

In Voices Only I Hear - Ahti/Female Original Character. A researcher at the Oldest House just knows there's a secret behind that damn television, and she'll do anything to figure it out. Rated E, dubious science, underwater sex and a spot of drowning.

"Gee, Mr Writer, I'd like a chance to bid on an auction for your writing someday." Great news. We'll be participating in the FandomTrumpsHate 2025 auction, as well. Follow @fandomtrumpshate or our posts to find out when and how, and perhaps next year your gift will be on this list.

Happy December. See you next year.

[scrimbum]

NO WAY in hell that this is alan, it literally has to be scratch

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

Little Prey

+18 if you're a minor do not read this

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Summary:

Scratch finds a prey to play with.

Warnings:

Knife play, roleplay, blood kink, explicit language, explicit sex scenes.

Notes:

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

Okay, sorry, this is not a thing I usually do and I know it's I'm the tag, but I want to be precise that everything that happens in this fic is staged by Scratch and the girl he picks up, it's consensual even if maybe not so safe, but they're safe and sound at the end!Sorry again, I just want you to stay safe!Love ya!

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He stalked her for some time, knowing now her route, her habits.

The night is a clear and chilly one, he waits in the dark, and the cold doesn't bother him as he lights up a cigarette.

Smoking is a bad human addiction, such as drinking alcohol but he can't deny it to himself from time to time.

He is that fucker's doppelganger, after all, they like almost the same things.

Almost.

Scratch likes killing above everything else.

He waits some more, the faint red light of the cigarette is the only marker that there's someone in the dark corner, near the rear exit of the building.

The door opens and she steps out, locking it behind her with a key, with her bag on one shoulder she approaches her car.

The prey is about to fall into the trap.

The young woman is trying to start her vehicle, and the headlights flicker before going out.

"C'mon you old girl" he hears her say.

But her car won't start. It simply can't.

Someone must have changed her perfectly working battery with a flat one.

What a pity.

He arrives, casually walking into the parking lot, with stolen keys in hand, and pretending to search for his, he looks at the logo on the keys, Mazda.

He makes sure that she can see him, but he ignores her like he didn't hear the engine failing to start about five times.

She opens the door and shyly calls for him. 

"Excuse me, sorry to disturb you but my car won't start. I don't understand much about this sort of thing. Can you check it, please?" she's so polite and genuine.

Scratch makes his better good guy face, smiles warmly, and accepts to help her, or at least he fakes to do it.

He opens the engine roof and pretends to search for a fault, he finds one because it's the one he puts there.

Convincing her to take her home takes some time, she's a cautious and conscious type of girl, and she knows it's bad to accept a lift from a stranger.

Oh, but he looks so kind, so handsome too.

She rides in the passenger seat, she likes to talk and he listens to her all the time, not missing a word because you can't never know what's useful in the future. 

Knowing if your victim has someone who can look for them if they won't show up or won't come home.

She's alone, he already knows, except for a cat.

The young woman is feeling comfortable he can say by her body language, she's used to talking to strangers with the kind of work she does.

A waitress at a restaurant,  the kind of place where everyone knows everyone and you can expect the same people every day for twenty years straight.

He drives carefully, respecting the segnaletics is fucking boring but he makes an effort for her.

She only gets suspicious when he tells her that he knows a shortcut.

Suddenly the car feels claustrophobic, she eyes the door handle realizing that it won't open until the car moves, there's a tick fog outside and she would get lost in no time if she tried to escape, not knowing where to go.

Scratch begins to have real fun, he can sense her fear and distress but outside she looks calm.

"We should have arrived yet," she tells him.

"It's because of the fog, I can't risk it" he answers and he seems honest, just he's not.

The car slowly enters a parking lot, the gravel under the wheels it's the only sound besides the engine, which stops when Scratch turns the key.

"This isn't my home," she tells him and a dark chuckle bubbles up in his throat.

"Of course, it's not, sweety" he smiles now, but it's not the same as before, it's predatory and wicked.

There's a big neon sign above them "Oceanview Motel & Casino" It says, its old and vintage style and casts an unsettling light on its surroundings.

He gets out of the car, and opens the door for her too, like a gentleman on his first date.

She steps out and he half expects her to run away screaming,  they usually do that or pray to him to take them home, that they won't go to the police.

Scratch is proud of himself because he chose well this time, he likes it when his victims have that false state of calm, she is trying to show him she's not afraid.

Just for the measure, he takes a knife out of his waistcoat's inside pocket, lets it shine, and reflects the red light from the sign.

She doesn't even flinch.

Somehow a small hotel like that one has so many rooms that it is the 666, and he escorts her inside.

The room is very small and dimly lit, there's just a double bed, a drawer, and a weird old TV.

There's a chair too she notices and a rope neatly folded on its seat.

Scratch watches her begin to lose control, she understands now the end she will make.

He imagines her dying alone in a squalid motel room with no one other than her murderer, her blood will stain the old cheap moquette.

Scratch sits on the edge of the bed and cards his fingers through his slicked-back hair, he likes it better that way than the pathetic look his doppelganger has.

That man has no taste. Except for women. 

He rolls up his sleeves even if he knows he will stain his clothes anyway and eyes her sideways. 

She's still like a salt statue, her back pressed against the chipped wooden surface of the door, breathing a bit faster.

"Will you hurt me?" she finally asks.

"Of course, yes" he answers smiling, his white teeth showing up menaciously.

"Are you going to rape me?" she asks again.

He furrows his brows "All these questions...just now? Do you want to ruin my mood?" he sighs, pissed "No I won't,  I'm a killer but I have my fucking limits, you know?"

Scratch sees her tense more than she was before.

"Unless it's what you want" he casually says, checking the sharpness of the knife.

He always liked sharp things, guns are not his style. With those he can kill of course but it is the thrill of finding blood gushing and staining his hands that he's after.

"I could not deny a last wish. I'm an honourable man" he is closer to her now, pushing her more against the door.

"My last wish is returning home" she sobs knowing it's a desire he won't grant.

The blade dances across the delicate skin of her neck "Do you wanna know why I chose you?" he asks, cutting a tin red line that merely bleeds.

She shakes her head, cautiously, the knife is still pointed at her throat.

"Because I just knew you would look so pretty when you're crying. I believe red is your colour, what do you say?" He cuts again, more deeply this time, drawing blood even if not much.

A drop of blood descends to stain her white blouse, and at the same time, tears start falling from her eyes ruining her cheap mascara.

Scratch knows his way with a blade in his hand, he cuts the buttons of her blouse, little pearly white disks that fall into the ground almost without a sound.

He admires her heaving chest, filled with fear and anguish, her pretty round breasts look deliciously soft.

He engraves a small X on one of them and then sucks the blood from it, she squeals as he licks up at the wound and smiles.

He could hear her heart drumming wildly.

"If I let you fuck me, would you let me go?" she suddenly asks, out of breath but full of hope, she feels he's hard against her leg.

"What makes you think that I want you?" he chuckles darkly.

Scratch starts to think about all the things he could do to her and can't decide on a single one to start, he wants to destroy her and ruin her for any other person who might come after him.

Using all her holes and making her make such pretty little noises and screams.

All of a sudden Scratch dumps her on the bed and tears her clothes away from her body,  snapping her panties to pieces with his bare hands.

The young woman doesn't know what to do with her hands, she tries to cover herself, and the moment after she tries to reach for him, to push him away or pull him in.

He remains out of touch, kneeling on the edge of the bed noticing the damn thing is too soft, he slowly removes his waistcoat and rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt.

He forces her legs open, finding not much resistance on her part, skin delicate and warm flesh, It gets warmer as his fingers descend from the firm grip on her ankles down to the inside of her thighs.

One look at her face and he discovers that her pretty make-up is ruined by tears streaming down her cheeks, just her lipstick is still on point.

He wishes he could ruin it more pleasantly, like shoving his cock down her throat, but there's no time, he smudges it with his thumb, collecting the red pigment and drawing a line on her lower belly.

"I think...once I'll be inside you I'll reach this point here," he says, looking down at his action.

There's a line from her clit to seven or eight inches above it, she stares at it shakenly and confused and he's sure she doubts his calculations, after all some men lie about this sort of thing. 

He pushes into her, one, then two, then three of his long fingers.

She doesn't protest but he knows that he is starting to create pain, scissoring and scraping at her thighs walls with his blunt nails.

It is so hard to resist that dark little voice in his head that tells him to just start jackhammering.

His fingers leave her softness and he sticks them in his mouth, moaning at the taste.

Having the right amount of time he would eat her out for hours without even getting tired, the sweet flavour could save a starving man.

He fumbles with his zip for a second, shoving his hand into his trousers, dragging his hard cock out.

He rests it on her belly, right above the red line, covering it entirely, he smiles smugly.

Draping himself on her body, he stares attentively at her face while his long length enters her. He's halfway in when the voice in his head wins, he snaps his hips filling her.

Her mouth is moving, she's gasping for air, but nothing comes out.

He's buried so deeply he swears he could feel her heart beating on the tip of his cock and all he wants now it's to rearrange her insides.

The pace Scratch sets is slow but brutal, he withdraws almost completely leaving in just the head, and then slams back in, so hard she can feel the burn of him ripping through her pussy and up to her womb.

He thrusts again and again, each time pushing more of himself into her until the push almost makes her hit her head on the headboard.

As his teeth scrape against her neck, she curls her arm around his shoulder and tightens her body around him, urging him on.

There's merely a moment where they lock their eyes together, lips almost touching, but it's soon over, Scratch hides his face on her shoulder.

She screams when he bites down, drawing blood and severely damaging her skin, which will scar her for sure.

"Ah please, it hurts too much" she sobs but he doesn't know if she is referring to the bite, the iron grip on her hips, or the pussy he's destroying.

"You take it so well. Ah! Did you just get tighter? You dirty little girl" he teases her, his voice rasping and broken by the pleasure.

"Want me to keep talking?" she moans loudly unable to stop herself  "Oh yes you like it. You like having me ramming into your squelching tiny cunt" 

He's not lying, the sound her body makes it's pornographic, her hole so wet that drenched the sheets underneath.

"I'm going to plunge my cum so deeply, you're gonna feel it there for days"

He closes his eyes and releases the first jet of cum, pounding his hips into her hard.

Her walls start to quiver around him and she comes shouting and squirming, head thrashing from side to side and nails buried in the skin of his shoulders.

He doesn't want to stop.

Scratch pulls back and then slams his hips forward, spurt after spurt shooting into her womb, pumping into her, watching her face, and lacing his hand in her hair.

He preserves, enjoying the slick slide of his fluids, fucking out the cum he fucked in a minute prior making it drip down to her other hole.

Her breathing is ragged, and her eyes are glazed over, and unfocused, her legs are still shaking.

Two digits sneak between them, drawing lazy circles on her clit and she tries to push him away, the pleasure mixing with pain once more, she's still too sensitive.

"Please stop, I can't go on" she cries.

"Do you want to leave this place on your legs or in a black plastic bag?" He chuckles darkly, retrieving the knife.

"I...I don't... " she struggles with the words while the blade cuts a long line between her breasts.

"CAULDRON!!" she shouts.

Scratch let go of the weapon immediately, kneeling up with his hands held high near his head.

"Fuck! Are you ok?" he asks.

"Yes, sorry. You cut too deep" she replies.

Scratch finally pulls out, hissing at the sensation of leaving her well-abused hole, gaping and dripping.

He opens a drawer, takes a medical kit, and passes it to her waiting hand "You were about to forget the safeword?" he mocks her.

"It's not my fault you fucked my brain out!" she chuckled and then hissed when the disinfectant makes contact with her wounds.

"You said the same thing last week, I should print it and hang it on the wall" 

Her legs are still spread, bent, and slick with sweat, and Scratch glances between them, and ponders about having a smoke instead.

But he can't resist any longer he lays on his stomach and lowers his head between her thighs, licking her clean, 

when he begins to suck at her clit he feels her hands carding through his dark locks, caressing his scalp.

"Aren't you a big hungry boy?" She giggles "Come here now, I need to rest"

"Cuddles? Really? Shit, you're domesticating me..." He however does as she tells him, rolling to a side beside her, letting her come closer and snuggle against his chest.

"Goodnight little prey, dream of my next hunt" he whispers as she drifts off to sleep.

[king0fcrows]

I’m shipping Alan Wake and Agent Casey in a fucked up psychosexual obsessive “we are relentlessly drawn to each other” way.

Casey: am I real? entangled in this mess by a man selfishly and blindly pulling at fate’s strings? or a creation meant to serve as a means to an end? Do I want to protect you because you look so lost and fragile—or because a thing meant to serve a purpose always desires to do so? How could you be a god and be so fragile?

Alan: From the moment I created you (did I create you? Or was I just seeing you?) I loved you. I thought about you for hours and days and years. I know exactly how you take your coffee and the way you heart aches when you see birds in winter branches and the dark sharp thoughts that slide into your mind in the early hours—I know you as well as my own mind. Now that you’re flesh, how can I not want to hold you? How can I not want to cling to a thing I love in this sea of darkness? How could I bear to be rejected by you—even knowing all you’ve suffered at my own callous manipulations of fate? I know I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness but still I seek it out like eyes seek out light

[midnightswaltz]

Scenes I Need Out of My Head But Probably Won't Go Anywhere Soon

"So…you don't know this Lucanis?”

"My answer isn’t going to change from the last time.”

"I find it hard to believe from your relationship with Viago and Teia that you hadn’t at least met the man.”

Rook rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah, Lucanis Dellamorte & I had a decade long love affair, which ended tragically when I was exiled by his disapproving grandmother.” She turned to the mage guiding the gondola. “That was a joke, to be clear.”

The mage snorted & flashed her a smirk from under the hood. "She would’ve just had you killed.”

Fair point. Rook turned back to Neve. “Viago & Teia are Talons. Whatever our relationship, doesn’t translate into my getting to be on a name basis with the presumed heir to the First Talon.”

The boat slipped with barely a ripple under the Caldero Street Bridge. The reflection of top of the Cantori Diamond rippled in the dark canal waters. A faint memory sparked. “Now that you mention it, I was wrong before. I did speak to him once. I bumped into him - literally - at the Diamond. Spilled my drink all over my favorite shirt. We exchanged apologies and moved on. I guarantee he had no idea who I was before I was exiled, and will have no idea who I am when we find him.”

"But you saw him? Yes. Maybe you were a face in the crowd to him, but he was someone of note. And you are someone who notes people.”

"Okay, sure. Why?”

"What was your impression of him?”

Rook sighed. Yes, Lucanis Dellamorte wasn’t an unfamiliar face in the Diamond, or even occasionally at House De Riva, but he was usually with the other two Dellamortes, speaking with Viago or Teia. Meetings she was not invited to. She tried to pull the odd memories of him, but they were more than two years old and vague. She remembered a calmness and three little spots over his eye but little else. "Quiet.”

"’Quiet’?”

"I don’t know what you want from me, Neve. He was quiet. I guess shy, maybe. I didn’t know him. If Teia and Viago respected him, he was a good man and a good Crow. That was all I needed to know.”

"So Caterina sends you, an impulsive and unpredictable exile, to find her lost grandson.”

"Us. She sent ‘us’. I think if she wants me dead or out of the way, there’s easier ways than digging up her beloved grandson for some weird-ass ruse.

"You think she still wants you dead?” Bellara’s eyes grew wide.

"I mean, if she’d ever wanted me dead, I probably would’ve heard about it. I was with the Veil Jumpers for a year. You know we’re often alone for days in Arlathan. It would have been very easy to send one of her Crows. But if she ever did send anyone they got chewed up by Arlathan without me knowing.”

Rook considered the possibility for a moment. Caterina Dellamorte was a legend of her own. No matter what plan Rook had disrupted, she probably would have felt it beneath her to have her killed. At the very least, the First Talon would have expected it to be House De Riva's responsibility to deal with her. “No, she believed what she was saying. She thinks he’s alive down there & she expects me to burn down an underwater prison to get him out.”

[haveievermentioned]

I am looking for a beta for my Namine Wake AU. Must be familiar with both Alan Wake/Remedy and Kingdom hearts.

Pitch: Namine has been hiding a large secret. She's not actually Kairi's nobody. She's actually human, the daughter of celebrated author Alan Wake and his photographer wife, Alice. Too bad she was a kid born in an attempt to fix their marriage and then her dad disappeared when she was three. She was ignored a lot by Alice and when she erased everyone's memories of her... well nothing changed for them as she found herself with Organization XIII.

Now with the events of Kingdom Hearts 3 behind her, Namine feels a compulsion to track down her parents with the help of Riku and Kairi. Unfortunately, the events of Alan Wake 2 Final Draft means that Namine - real name Ailana - has stumbled into something that she didn't expect. And now she has to rely on others if they are ALL to get out of danger.

Problem: My main beta has not played Alan Wake 2. My other beta person has not FINISHED Alan Wake 2 and is not super familiar with Kingdom Hearts. My brother has done both but is not a great beta. I can tell there is problems I want to work though but I don't want to worry about spoilers. Please message me - not ask. My inbox is not working currently - if you want to help me. F

[koskela-knights]

Imagine if the AW2 fandom had blown up

Iike fandoms in the early 2000s did or even 2010s when the first game actually came out.

Just imagine the kind of music videos we could've gotten

Bring Me To Life ALAN WAKE FAN VIDEO

Alan x Alice || Everytime We Touch Fan MV

Mr Scratch x Alan YAOI BL

ScratchWake || Malchik Gay NSFW!

What Hurts The Most - Jaakko RIP Tribute

For Your Entertainment - Mr Scratch + bonus yaoiii

HOT AW BOYS 18+ Sexy Naughty Bitchy

Rose/Alan Rarepair! Diary of Rose

Jaakko and Ilmo - Promise of lifetime

Alan & Barry are best friends! (Toy-Box Best Friend)

Mister Scratch Tribute- MONSTER

Ilkka Villi is Mr Wonderful

[noodlecupcakes]

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

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

[thekylecopeland]

About five years ago, I made a satire website for a class. It sucked and I failed the class. A year later, I published Alan Wake fan fiction on it, and forgot about it until I randomly found it earlier tonight.

https://roundedposterenter.wixsite.com/roundedposter/post/ten-years-after-his-disappearance-alan-wake-s-meta-final-novel-has-leaked-online