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A list of misc. Hermitcraft/Life Series fics from someone who loves AUs

There is no smut on this list

❤️ = Angst 💜 = Fluff 💛 = Fic I recently added

No Romance and Romance Optional

❤️Hermit Hybrids (In Progress Series) by Flickersprout - "Loosely connected fantasy AU with background dystopian elements. Mostly exploring the Hermits as a magic found family and all their different ways of being nonhuman." Can be read in any order! I'd suggest starting with The Colors of Friendship cause it's the earliest chronologically, ZombieCleo's great, and it's a good introduction to the world.

❤️the sanctity of the mundane (Completed Series) by crabbunch - “Snippets of life on the Double Life server; mundanity can reveal the most interesting things about people, after all.” This series makes me crazy. The only happy pairs are Boat Boys and Ranchers hell yeah

From the Archives (Completed Series) by Sixteenthdays and zeph - “A collection of statements from the archives of the Void Institute.” A Hermitcraft/Life Series Magnus Archives AU with Grian as the Head Archivist and Pearl, Mumbo, Scar, and Impulse as his assistants. Can be read with no knowledge of the Magnus Archives.

Interlude From Another Reality: Peacock's Eye by Sixteenthdays and zeph - “‘My assistant,’ announced Scar Goodtimes, newly-promoted Head Archivist of the Peacock's-Eye Institute, to nobody in particular except maybe the paused audio recording software on his laptop, or perhaps the small pile of tape recorders his predecessor'd left piled on a shelf in the corner, or arguably the little peacock-feather eye logo that dotted the office as haphazardly as it did the entire Institute, ‘is weird.’

(In which Scar is Grian's Archivist, and Grian is Scar's assistant.)” Sort of an AU of the Magnus Archives AU? Haha. But it’s completely divorced from the canon and can definitely be read stand alone.

❤️Shining and Polished (But Never to Plan) by SaltyServal - “A cough makes Grian freeze in his tracks, shakes him to his core. Despite all the signs, of all the things he was expecting to find in this cave, a truly sentient creature was not one of them. That’s what scares him the most.

He turns, grabbing his dagger and pointing it at the newcomer, who simply smiles at him, fangs and all.

‘Why hello there.’

tldr; Grian is an avian desperate to keep his wings, and he'll do whatever it takes to save himself. Even if it means stealing from a dragon.

(It turns out there's more to the dragon then he thought).” A fantasy AU with bird!Grian and dragon!Scar

oh captain (let's make a deal) by birrdie - “No one on these shores knew Scar’s name. Aside from Tango, of course. No one feared the humble, white-sailed ship docked on the south side of the port. This, like the tides, would eventually change with time. They would know his name soon enough. The greatest pirates all rose from humble beginnings like a phoenix from ashes. Scar was no different from them; that much he was sure of. And it would not take him long to prove it.

Or; Scar is a Captain of a humble pirate crew of one. That is, until a discovery on the shore shakes things up a bit.” A heaping helping of greedy pirate Scar and mysterious crewmate Grian, with evil Boat Boys and innocent Solidaritek as a garnish.

❤️starry eyes stare through me by whatcaniwriteinthis - "'You know,' he says. 'Gotta have a good show: high stakes, violence—' He nods at the room, at the 24 children learning how to use weapons, how to start a fire, how to find food that won’t kill them.

'An unlikely allyship,' Scar finishes, smiling a little. Grian smirks back.

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Grian is this year's male tribute from District 9. Clearly, the odds are already not in his favor. But he has to get home to his sister and to do that he has to play the Games. Give them a show. Stay alive. Remember to step out of line is to threaten Pearl. Don't get too attached to the Career that agrees to be his ally, but not to put a damn shirt on." Angst without a happy ending. Made me cry

❤️Stained Glass Sunlight (In Progress Series) by Cosmic_Retribution - “The Watchers had seemed so nice, is the thing. So… disarmingly hospitable.

When they’d set out for the ruins, they’d gone in search of some magical beasts reportedly plaguing the area, according to the flyer they’d taken. What they’d found instead was an empty city and a group of mages and scholars studying… something. They’d been cagey about what. Certainly not the history of the place— the Watchers arrived long after the fall of Dogwarts, content to live and work inside the city’s corpse with no special reverence for the grave it lay ruined in. They had no stake in its fall, or its future, or the preservation of its once-hallowed legacy— but its bones, certainly, served as protection enough for their studies.

The beasts were the only thing troubling the Watchers’ work, or so they’d said. Strange, then, that Grian and his party never once saw a trace of them.

How long after, until his friends realized Grian was gone? That they weren’t safe?

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Two decades ago, the city of Dogwarts met its demise. Today, a traveler meets god wearing the mask of a merchant, looking for a miracle.

These two things are not as unconnected as they appear.” Grian and Scar’s version of the lamplight AU(below). Featuring bored god Scar and oblivious paladin Grian.

Lamplight (In Progress Series) by skelew - “Welcome to Lamplight, a DnD/Fantasy Third/Last Life Renchanting AU. Ren is a god stuck in the form of living fire. Martyn is his sole follower. Martyn and Ren help free one another from imprisonment by the Watchers and are now traveling the world on a two-man adventure of fond companionship and occasional arson.” There’s angst but really just in the first fic. The main series has no shipping but skelew has written some treebark one shots that are also in the collection.

❤️dandelion wishing by skelew - “The white lily is known to symbolize purity, innocence. It is also a symbol of mourning, a popular choice to decorate the casket at a funeral. This is due to their beauty, yes, as well as the fact their smell can cover up the scent of a decaying body. Dandelions are best known for their magic, but no dandelion survives a wish.

The King of Dogwarts is not dead.” A Martyn and Ren centric fic about coming back from the dead.

❤️Wooden Mausoleum by skelew - “‘To take the life of one you love an agony Martyn understands far too well. It’s not something he’d wish on anyone—not on his worst enemy, and certainly not on his dearest friends.

Least of all would he wish it on Ren.’

Or, for the Red King, there are fates worse than death. How fortunate he is that his Hand will never let him meet them.” Dogwarts makes it to the end of 3rd Life but Martyn has a betrayal arc.

💜Performance Evaluations by glossyblue - “From The Desk Of His Majesty’s Most Private Of Areas: A True And Accurate Evaluation Of Growth Opportunities For The Knights Of The Square Table, The Loyal Court of Ren the King, As Suggested By The HR Department. (Note to self: when did we acquire an HR department? Ask Bdubs.)” Super cute and funny performance evaluations of the knights from the King Ren Hermitcraft arc.

The H.T.G.Y. Files by glossyblue - "Research scientist Cub didn't intend to make a person. He just came up with the plans. But when a competing team looking to make a supersoldier gets hold of the genome he invented, Cub is pulled in to stop them screwing up—and whatever he expected to find, it wasn't someone like Scar." This is part of a series called Lab Escape but the other fic has a ship that's not in this list so I can't put it in. But I really recommend the whole series!

💜The Government Institute for Ghost Supervision (G.I.G.S.) by glossyblue - “HIGHLY SENSITIVE: G.I.G.S CLASSIFIED. Audio logs for a team of supernatural agents investigating reports of a ghost at a local high school.GRIAN: Yeah, Skizz, why did you let Scar set something on fire? Pretty irresponsible.

SKIZZ: [noise of incoherent outrage] You try stopping him, buddy.” Goofy GIGS story

fixed and dilated by iamsolarflare - “Anything waterdwelling knows from bait.

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Or: xBCrafted deals with the people around him, and a secret he's been keeping for one hell of a long time. Not the ‘old enemies hunting him down’ type, no - this should be fine, as long as nobody pries. It's the way you should deal with secrets like this, really, just don't let people know. No questions, no answers.

Hypno never got that memo, apparently.” An xB and Hypno fic where neither are human and neither wants to talk about it. Even if you don’t watch them I recommend it.

on the getaway mile by Odaigahara - “‘You want me to do what?’ the civilian asked disbelievingly, and Scar’s body language shifted to that of an impatient trainer, one whose fuse was running short. It was a precursor to bad things, like being tased or forced onto a treadmill for hours; Mumbo flinched even knowing it was an act, and the civilian cut off with a squeak, so Mumbo knew he felt the same way.

Or possibly that was the gun. Scar having a gun seemed more likely as an explanation, now that Mumbo thought of it.

Stealing the car would be better, but they had no idea where they were going, and neither of them was familiar with road laws. What if they hit a person while driving? What if there was some sort of kill switch in the car that the owner could flip to blow it up with them inside? Anti-villain tech had to be wild, from what the Foundation had on hand– and they were villains now for sure. Not just for defying the Foundation, but for this. Heroes didn’t take the actions he and Scar were taking.” Heroes Villains Scar and Mumbo take civilian Grian hostage for a road trip! It's not as bad as it sounds

counterclock by scarabies - “When it’s over, Impulse finds him in the throne room.

(or, Bdubs and Impulse chat after a rebellion ends. Can be read as either platonic or romantic.)”

💜Tangotek Evil Incorporated by onawhimsicot - “As the supervillain Dr. Blaze, Tango has a fondness for oddly named "ificators" and stylistic flair. He spends his days trying to take over the city, shaming superheroes for their basic costume designs, and then sending said heroes home with better equipment that actually matches their aesthetic because clearly, if he wants a cool fight scene to happen, he's got to do everything around here himself.

For some reason, not many people think he’s evil. On the bright side, the superhero Canary, does and has made it his personal mission to bring down Dr. Blaze! But when he suddenly goes missing, Canary's partner, Parrot, is convinced that Tango is at fault. Seeing as this is not true at all (kidnapping is so gauche), Tango is offended that someone is trying to steal his nemesis right from under his nose. If Tango wants to get his nemesis back, he'll have to work together with Parrot to find and rescue Canary from whatever danger he's got himself into this time.

Because, after all, what's a supervillain without a nemesis?” A very fun modified Phineas and Ferb AU with Tango as Doofenshmirtz and Jimmy as Perry the Platypus

Scarian

❤️coliseum by artanogon - "Grian is on a mission: kill the Red King of the Third Precinct. Unfortunately, when he travels to the capital where the king resides, he lands in a spot of trouble with a local merchant when he accidentally destroys the merchant’s shop. After he enters into a contract to help pay off the damages, he discovers that there might be another side to Scar under the silver-tongued salesman— and that he’s not the only one who wants the Red King dead." This one made me cry. Bittersweet ending and it gets worse before it gets better.

Picture Perfect, Trapped in Eternity by CloudySkyFlight - “Grian's an architecture major in college, minoring in art history, and when the largest, and supposedly most haunted, collection of royal portraits in the world is displayed in a museum only a few hours away from his dorm, he gets up early to go see it.

Scar's been dead for centuries, living in a royal portrait he cursed to hold his memories and soul, waiting for the moment his best friend would come back to him. Several centuries later, he wakes up to see a brunette that has the looks and soul of his friend, and Scar knows that he cannot let Grian leave without him.” Starts out with Scar sort of kidnapping Grian? But the mood quickly lifts from there

and everything is you by eastwards - “‘Oh my gosh. I’ve got paint on your face.’

Grian moved to wipe the paint off, but Scar shook his head, ‘No the other side, here let me-’

He held Grian’s head steady with one hand, the other carefully brushing across his jaw. With an affirming noise, Scar nodded and bid Grian farewell, as he wandered back to his station in the studio. Grian held his hand up to where he had touched him, feeling his head begin to warm. How troublesome.

–

artist au w/ scarian wooo”

somewhere between the surface and the seabed by LovesickPrince - "It's a classic tale of love: Grian, a mer from the depths of the sea, makes a deal with a sea witch to exchange his voice for a pair of legs and go visit the human whose life he had saved. Only in this case, Grian is more interested in the sea witch than the human.

(If only someone had bothered to tell Scar, the sea witch in question, about this divergence)."

💜Dead Heat by glossyblue - “Jimmy's having a meltdown, Ren and Martyn are flirting outrageously, Tango gets cruelly betrayed and Grian and Scar are being unrepentantly weird about each other in every shot. It's the nation's favourite no-holds-barred elimination game. It is, of course, the Great British Bake Off.”

A Certain Je Ne Sais What by glossyblue - “Literally any one of Grian’s friends would be a better soulmate than Scar, and Grian is going to prove this scientifically.

Grian’s already felt it, a pinprick in his thumb. He’s familiar—he’s so painfully, unforgettably familiar—with the way Scar sees something and is already reaching out to touch it before he’s asked questions like 'what is this' and 'is it bad news' and 'is it going to hurt me, Scar, and by extension the unwilling bystander my physical sensations are now linked to'. Scar just immediately reaches out.” Grian tries to convince himself that anyone else would be a better soulmate than Scar while proving that Scar is the best soulmate for him.

❤️wait the worst is yet to come by glossyblue - “‘Grian is smirking at him. ‘I know, Grian, I know,’ Scar says. ‘Trade by name and trade by nature–okay, Scar by name but still trade by nature–we are going to be in business, opening soon, special rates for favorite customers of course–’

‘But have you done it yet,’ says Grian.

‘No?’ Scar says. ‘We only just started.’

Grian bounces on the balls of his feet, delighted. ‘Okay. Okay, okay, so. You need to know how it works, then, don’t you? Kiss me.’” Scar centric Last Life AU where you transfer lives by making out. There’s a sex scene but it’s not smut. Angst without a happy ending.

heart under your sleeve by Anonymous - “Scar was easy to love, as mortifying as that was to think. Grian didn’t think he was in love with the artist, it was far too soon for that, but he knew it would be easy for anyone to love him.

In the back of his mind, he wondered if Scar had met his soulmate, then shook his head to dispel the thought before it could fully form.

“Look, we can’t bring in a live panda, but if you want, we can try and connect with a zoo in the area so that they can set up a live stream of their panda exhibits,” Grian compromised and Scar brightened again. He ignored the sweeping feeling of relief in his chest as he opened his laptop, typing in a quick search for nearby panda exhibits. “Maybe we can even get one of their handlers in to give a talk about pandas.”

“Perfect!” Scar agreed, putting on a bright grin. Grian smiled to himself in turn.

—

Soulmate AU: You are born with a birthmark, similar to a tattoo, that is shared by your soulmate. Grian is a curator for an art museum. Scar is an eccentric artist who is just as attractive as he is infuriating to work with. Everything goes sideways when Grian realizes they're soulmates.”

💜If you like it… by GoodTimesWithScar - “‘Hello,’ slurs Scar, ‘you wouldn’t happen to know where a man such as myself… would find… an eligible bachelor to spend a little bit of time with?’

Grian blinks. ‘Oh, you are plastered.’

or, the ‘you got so drunk you asked your husband if he was single’ trope, but with added mumbo being 100% done with this nonsense.”

💜Well It’s Not Quite Narnia, But- by Raichett - “It’s just past seven in the morning when Grian opens his built-in wardrobe door to find a man dressed in something close to a green and gold matador outfit standing inside.

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my ever after / is holding you by LovesickPrince - “Grian has been many things.

Or: Grian is not giving up this dirt-cheap rent flat for anything, not even the strange (if fun) goings on around the place and the elven king coming in through his closet.”

💛Dispossessed by Raichett - “Grian's - kind of, sort of, maybe - a living doll, made of fabric and stuffing. Or, at least, that's what he is to the naked eye. Scar wants to know the truth of the matter. He's also maybe working through some feelings, but that's a whole other thing.

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Or: Scar contemplates the enigma that is Grian, unknowing that sometimes when one watches, one invites being watched in turn.”

A servant of a respected noble family. A survivor, with bruises on his skin and hidden wings tied down to his back. A rebel, sneaking away for a night of wonder in the heart of the kingdom - and a curiosity, gawked at by all as the King himself swept him into his arms and spent hours by his side.

When Scar spent days tracking Grian down and helping him escape the cruel grasp of the Watchers, Grian thought his life couldn’t surprise him anymore. Pledging his life to serve Scar was all he could do to thank his King.

Of course, being the personal servant of the King comes with its' own risks - and now Grian could add ‘hostage’ to his list of titles.

i live in a hologram with you by remrose - “‘Anyone in there would be lucky to be graced with your company.’ Scar told him. His face was calm but at his sides, his hands tightened and knuckles went white.

Or; someone decides kidnapping King Scar’s beloved servant was a good idea. It really wasn’t.”

💛❤️Bread and Butterflies by Anonymous - “‘You do this thing,’ Mumbo began awkwardly. 'Where when you get worried, you start stalking people.’

‘I don’t stalk people,’ Grian denied immediately.

Or, after the events of 3rd life, Grian finds himself lingering outside Scar’s base.”

💛❤️a little victimless crime by definitelynotshouting - “On a technical level, the rite he’s performing is paltry compared to what he executed all those heady months back– chalk-powder in concentric circles, a matchbook, the potential for flame. Simple. Too simple; any of his old professors (Academy-trained, tried, and true) would have failed him for presenting such a stripped summoning spell. But half the magic lies in intent– with enough bull-headed, scrabbling belief, you can claw anything into a shape of your choosing.

Grian had taught him that.

One breath. Two. No room for doubt– no room for second chances. Scar strikes the match and, with a deft flick of his hand, tosses it into the chalk-powder.”

‘Stop trying to sweet talk me, I've already caught you fleeing.’ Grian stalked another pace forward, eyes alight with mischief and excitement. ‘Where are you going?’” Scar’s bad end in the treesekai AU (which you need to have read to understand).

Treebark

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks (In Progress Series) by Amethystfairy1 - “This is a compilation of all the pieces that take place within my Over-City/Under-City AU, which is also a Hot Guy/Cute Guy Superhero AU, though that's not the only thing that'll be going on!” The first treebark fic is quite a ways down (It’s called Dagger and Rose), but I believe in yalls ability to figure out the setting through context clues.

💜love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books (In Progress Series) by GoodTimesWithScar - “treebark theatre kids au, with ren as the male lead and martyn as the very distracted spotlight operator!”

wild things can't get comfortable by donnerstag - "Ren and Martyn steal what small moments of comfort they can get.

❤️Sgt. Pepper’s Broken Hearts Club Band by harpydora - “The sign next to the door just reads, ‘Support Group,’ which frankly doesn't leave a great impression for the gathering inside. Martyn double-checks the Facebook event on his phone, but he's unfortunately certain he's in the right place: a support group for people whose soulmates are no longer with them.” The double life broken hearts club in a modern AU.

Several loosely-connected scenes from Dogwarts as Ren struggles with his feelings towards the Hand of the King."

What will that something be? Well don’t look at me, I’m the one who wrote it. Look at yourself, and ask yourself: Why don’t I know?

Scribbling the lines (from you to me) by Siri_Spy - “Martyn and Cleo are soulmates… but what exactly does that mean for them? And with Martyn starting to fall for the over-the-top president of his RPG club, and Cleo starting to realize that they might be a little late to the ‘disgustingly in love’ phase… something needs to change.

Exactly. That’s what I’ve been wondering. Anyway, what are you still doing here? Go read!” A really sweet modern AU about Cleo and Martyn.

The Not Ghost of the Castle (he is a very dedicated cosplayer, thank you very much) takes a liking, and possibly some recognition, to Martyn, and while he spends the night terrorising Martyn's friends, the two of them build an unlikely bond and friendship.

not the ghost by csillagvizsgalo - “Martyn tags along with his friends on a ghost hunting trip (he has seen people who had weirder hobbies anyways) for fun in an old run-down castle museum that has definitely not been kept properly. It's all fun and games, and he definitely doesn't believe in the supernatural, so it's not scary at all, until he starts noticing things lying around in areas that nobody has been to in ages, that remind him of memories of events that he never experienced, hundreds of years ago. The voices aren't helping. Well, the one Voice.

The Red King just wants to rest, and so does Martyn. But not everything is as easy as it first seems.” Ren pulls out all the stops to try and intimidate Martyn but Martyn is a little rude to him and completely ruins it.

Wild Life: A Conservation Podcast by donnerstag - “Ren and Martyn, hosts of a popular little nature and conservation podcast, go camping together as part of a season finale special; discussions of the future, for both the show and themselves, ensue. Featuring: a campfire! innuendos! and even a little bit of kissy, perhaps?”

A Romance Route For The Doomed Villain?!? by skelew - “These days, Martyn doesn’t really have a lot going on. This is where the dating sim comes in.

Granted, if Martyn knew he was going to die so soon, he maybe would have tried a little harder at, like, holding down a job. Or maybe not. It's not like he has a lot of time to think about it.

Or, Treebark Isekai Romance Parody Which I Spent Far Too Much Time On.”

❤️I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before by GoodTimesWithScar - “In which Martyn fails to get the guy - but he doesn't let that stop him for long.” Set in the treesekai AU (the fic above), which you need to read to understand.

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💜I should’ve known it would be you - water/woods by theorionsound - “Martyn sort of expected to fall in love with Ren eventually.

On their bi-annual hiking trip, Ren and Martyn get lost in thought. Mainly about eachother.”

'Sure.' There was something knife-bright in Martyn’s eyes. 'And I’m a good little Southlander now.'

❤️To Sit in Hell With You by dirtybinary - "Ren pulled Martyn close, breathing in the smell of soot and cinders still clinging to his clothes. 'You never kept secrets from me, back at Dogwarts.'

Martyn's playing every side in the death game. He's a loose cannon, he's a wild card, he's a selfish bastard who's going to betray everyone in the end, even Ren. Probably. Most likely. Any minute now."

Solidaritek

💜Red Bandit AU (In Progress Series) by scribblingdragon - “A Empires Season 2 AU with Jimmy as the Sheriff of Tumble Town, and Tango as a local bandit that is slowly, forcefully, being domesticated. Shenanigans ensue from there.”

❤️💜Hels To Pay AU (In Progress Series) by aquaquadrant and lunarcrown - “Angsty Tango-centric Hermitcraft/Double Life SMP AU”

❤️The Highwayman by EnvelopedByOblivion - “Fate walks many paths - but for each person, it only wears one face. Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity’s fate is a handsome red-eyed highwayman who saves Jimmy from a group of bandits. Despite being on opposite sides of the law, something keeps bringing them together, tangible as gravity and inevitable as death.

💜Let Me Show You Everything I Know by MassiveWaffle - "Jimmy Solidarity is an ordinary guy. He goes to his grad school classes during the day, works at the campus library in the evenings, and neglects his friendships a little too much. Then, engineering student Tango enters the library for some help, and Jimmy finds his friend group growing, and his life inexplicably changed."

Which will get to them first? What will win out – a growing relationship between them, or their obligations to the life they’ve chosen for themselves?”

💛💜Tangotek Evil Incorporated’s Masterful Schemes (for wooing the Canary) by Tiny_Minecraft_Rabbit - “Dr. Blaze, like all good supervillains, has a nemesis. One that he hates, of course. The Canary is always meddling in his plans to be evil after all! Supervillains don't like their nemeses. Except, for some reason, no one believes him that he despies the guy! Sure the Canary takes him seriously when no one else does and laughs at his jokes and has these bright brown eyes that light up when he figures out how to escape Tango's traps and... and Tango might, just maybe, like the Canary more than he thought.

Well, now he has a new problem: confessing those feelings.”

A Nestcommunication by YacintheMorning - “Tango just wants to make the ranch a home for both him and his avian soulmate. Unfortunately, he knows almost nothing about avians. But the least he can do is try, right?” In which Tango is accidentally way too forward.

💜A Lesson in Listening by YacintheMorning - "Grian's brother is moving to town and staying with him while he house hunts. While introducing him to his friend, however, Jimmy and Tango seem to make quite a connection. Determined not to suffer through the pining, Grian and Impulse attempt to play matchmaker."

Unfortunately, this panicked Jimmy at first.

💜He loves that horse by ThatTallQueerBassist - “Tango uses his horse training knowledge to get Oreo back in shape after all the drama of being stolen back and forth.

He quickly calms down once he finds Tango training Oreo just outside the walls of their ranch.

They chat, and everything is well in the world again.”

SmallEtho

❤️The Best Soulmate by BlocksRuinedMe - “‘But everyone else didn’t know that - it was possible even Bdubs didn’t know that - and yet he carried on like that, all the time. All about Joel’s soulmate. Bdubs didn’t respect Joel, and fuck that.

Fuck that.

Joel had been fantasizing about killing Bdubs for weeks.’

—

The Boat Boys have made it to the end of Double Life, standing with Impulse and Bdubs, watching the divorce quartet crumble. Joel has a plan to make Etho win Double Life, whether Etho likes it or not.” Joel being an unreliable narrator because rage clouds his thinking is really something I wish there was more of. You definitely want to read the tags before diving into this one btw.

Holy Father, judge my sins by giddyfenix - "Joel and Etho as the seven deadly sins. After all, what were they if not corrupted?" The lust chapter has a sexual scene, obvs, so skip that if you so wish.

A list of facts and problems by giddyfenix - “Joel had never realized it was possible to feel someone in your bones until Etho came along.”

Amores anacrónicos by giddyfenix - “Don’t be further than 10 blocks from Etho for 10 minutes. One attempt only.”

You held his hands, it felt like flying by Prudent_seer - “Etho doesn't believe in soulmates. Doesn't believe in fate, destiny or an invisible little string tying two people together indefinitely. It was ridiculous, maddening even to think of two people who were made for one another; made perfect for each other by the "universe's almighty will". With that being said, he had someone in mind that was pretty damn close. So when Grian threw them in a world where these soulbounds did in fact exist in a tangible form, where health and pain was shared with someone else, he sought out the person whom he thought was his match. Only to literally fall into the life of his actual soulbound.

It was Joel. And with that Etho cursed the universe for its twisted sense of humour.

Creative rewrite of double life through the eyes of Etho, who learns to love his soulmate.” There’s sex but it’s not smut, you know what I mean?

when everything burns, they burn together by TheYesterdayShow - “No one for Joel because he's always been a loner. For as long as he can remember he's been on his own in these games—in the first one he had his cottage on the hill (so long ago that he can barely remember what it looked like, he can only remember it burning and the flames licking up at him and melting his skin and the smell of his hair and he has to put it out—), and in the games since, he's been alone. Alliances that last little more than a week, here and there, and somehow he always ends up at Grian's side at the end of things, but he's never actually teamed up with anyone else.

He doesn't want a soulmate.”

etho has said parkour tag! by panch_owo - “Neither Cyan or Aqua make it to finals, which means the rest of the event is unimportant!

And instead of dwelling on their non-team, they go on another round of tag because it's them.” No smut but a lot of innuendo and tension

More Powerful Than Fear Itself Is The Will To Win by smoothlikebutter - "After a devastating crash ends Etho’s racing career with the McLaren Formula One team, he’s forced to take significant time off to recover. While his fans are eager to see him again soon, what they don’t know is that Etho’s crash was worse than reported; he had to re-learn how to walk and talk before he could even think about racing again. But the desire to get back in a racing car is a strong motivation, so Etho pushes himself to his limits… However, his team couldn’t wait forever. His replacement is talented and the endless competition of motorsports is ruthless. Now Etho has to prove to his old team— and to the whole world— that they were too quick to forget about him. And what better place than the 24 Hours of Le Mans?

ConCorp is eager to snap up a big name like Etho. They’re entering under the Garage 56 innovative category this year, and their CEOs aren’t interested in much more than publicity so the pressure is low. But they’ve also signed Joel, a ruthless pro endurance racer who isn’t about to settle for anything less than the top step of the podium and a champagne shower at the end of the race. And honestly? That’s exactly the kind of teammate that Etho needs." Had me dancing around my room with excitement. Etho's character arc is amazing.

We're a Couple of Freaks by smoothlikebutter - "Joel is a weapon. Etho is also a weapon. They're professional monster hunters, and they've got a job to do tonight: clear out a ton of undead from an abandoned old mansion. Simple, right? This could only possibly go wonderfully well.” Epic Smalletho Souleater AU

❤️Blurring The Lines by FountainPenguin - “Dad always goes overboard with presents. They're never something traditional that a kid would ask for, either. It's always something he had left over in the back of his truck after a project or something stupid he bought after sipping a few too many potions and regretted sober.

One year for Scar's birthday, when he and his cousin Grian were playing in the sandbox out back, Dad and his friends arrived unannounced with four oak saplings. Dad didn't grab his arm or anything (Dad basically never touched him except on rare occasion to brush sand from his hair before loading him in the car; he always said it would make Mom mad), but he used words and praise and empty promises to drag Scar away from his and Grian's game to plant them right away.

Maybe Dad gave so many gifts because he was never around in summer. As early as April, he spent every weekend out fishing with his cousin on his houseboat...

AKA - That Scar-centric standalone piece about the Clocker family in contemporary suburbia.”

And goodness you’re bleeding (What a wonderful feeling) by knightinshiningarmor - “When the relationship burns, Etho feels an intense burst of emotions that leads to a revelation.”

#masterlist #fic rec #scarian #treebark #solidango #solidaritek #smalletho #hermitcraft fanfic #trafficshipping #traffic life fanfic #life series fic #can u tell i watched double life first? lol

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ghoul. — (consign)

[SIXTH INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : CONSIGN]

"Kiss your clean record goodbye." Provocation or prediction.

S2 squad went to the 13th ward for a Wipe Out Operation but didn't expect to encounter an Owl in the midst of the operation.

pairing. jungkook x reader, hoseok x reader, jin x reader (ft. myg & pjm)

rating. M

genre. tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, gore, violence, mass attack

disclaimer. this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning. lots of bloodshed (mostly spilled from the ghouls :/), depiction of people (doves) getting killed ruthlessly by the Owl and killing methodology was described.

word count. 5k+

lexicon & profiles . masterpost . masterlist . navigation

note from winter 💌

sorry for the long disappearance </3 but er hey, a brand new banner for ghoul!! beta read by loyal beta reader @zyphqr <3 this is just a short one maybe can be counted as a filler chapter too, but it will make do. hope you guys enjoy this <33 and u lots might not notice, but i kind of changed my writing style a bit? I think consign has got to be the most elaborated fic I've ever written cause those detailed words? idk how my brain came up with that but I'm proud of this one

💌 what is winter listening to? in sequence; D-DAY, Interlude: Dawn, HUH?!, AMYGDALA. (All by Agust-D)

📑 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication. a gift to all of my readers.

The urban avenue of Seoul tonight was oddly still, with only sporadic leaf rustling in the soft breeze breaking the silence. The streetlights emitted a pale light illuminating the desolate pathway and generating a creepy ambience that felt unsettling. The towering edifices on both sides of the street looked imposing and austere, with dark windows and walls stained by the wear of time. In Seoul, quiet streets like this one often serve as a warning sign, hinting at the stillness that precedes a night of horror and violence.

This only served as a warning that hazards could present in any situation, even in the calmest and most tranquil circumstances.

The only sounds that interrupted the quietness were the faraway noise of cars and the faint footsteps’ echoes. A stray feline would occasionally scuttle across the street, eyes gleaming, barely visible in the low light. Despite the peacefulness of the evening, the street’s stillness felt unusual and peculiar. A strong odour of rot and other, more ominous scents, detectable only by those with heightened senses, hung heavily in the air. An enduring sensation of peril seemed to permeate the surroundings, giving the impression of being under surveillance by something lurking in the shadows. The silence was broken by the occasional sound of shattering glass or the screech of metal against metal. A car alarm would blare for a few moments before falling silent once more.

These sounds, too, added to the unease that hung in the air, hinting at the possibility of danger lurking in the darkness.

For those who knew of the existence of ghouls, quiet streets would be even more unsettling. People would be acutely aware that a ghoul could lurk somewhere in the shadows, watching, waiting for its next victim. The silence of the street, combined with the faint scent of blood in the air, would make them feel like they were walking on thin ice, with danger lurking around every corner.

The 13th ward, Seochu-gu.

The pale moonlight bathed the ward where ghouls were recently reported to be lurking in the shadows. The usually bustling streets were now empty, only to be filled in by a large group of doves - some dressed in formal KCCG attire while others were heavily armed. Operating vehicles and drones were also present, adding to the sense of preparation and anticipation in the air. As Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division II, approached, the sound of footsteps echoed through the night, accompanied by the presence of bureaus.

“Alright, good evening, doves,” Hoseok spoke, his voice firm and commanding. “I, Jung Hoseok, Chief Director of Division II, will be leading today’s Wipe Out Operation that is to be conducted here in the 13th ward.”

You and another four supreme investigators stood at attention, listening to Hoseok’s every word. “Operating squad involved in this operation will only be the Supreme Squad S2 and 75 Bureaus. Other than S2 and Bureau Investigators are required to leave the scene. Failed to do so and get caught by S2 squad members, the bureaus, or me, will receive disciplinary action.” Everyone present at the scene nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Hoseok continued, “Commencing roll call on S2 squad. Please present your weapon.”

Each member stood tall and proud, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. The atmosphere was tense, and they knew they were about to embark on a dangerous mission. Finally, Hoseok began calling out names; each member stepped forward to present their weapon.

“Present as always.” A soulful voice spoke with confidence.

The roll call started with Jeon Jungkook, the Branch Director of 2nd Ward, as he confidently presented his weapon, the Angel Beat, an SS-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible speed and accuracy. Min Yoongi stepped forward with a bored, unbothered expression and presented his weapon, the 13’s Jason, a Rinkaku type rated S+. 13’s Jason was one of the most potent weapons in their arsenal, and Min Yoongi knew how to use it to devastating effect.

As the roll call continued, Park Jimin, another Special Class member, stepped forward proudly with his charming smile, “Never not present,” and presented his weapon, the IXA, a Koukaku type that was rated S+.

Kim Seokjin, your fellow Associate Special Class, followed suit, responded upon his name being called and presented his weapon, the Narukami, an S+-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible range and power.

Finally, your name was called out. Your grip tightened on your quinque as you presented your weapon, the Aus, a Rinkaku-type rated S+. The Aus was a fearsome weapon known for its speed and agility, and you had spent countless hours training with it to hone your skills. As the roll call came to a close, you stood steady, weapon at the ready.

Hoseok looked around at his team, impressed by their impressive arsenal. “Total of five members. Weapon rating from SS to S+.”

He then briefed the investigators on the operation. “This operation aims to cleanse the 13th ward off ghouls. It was brought to our attention that quite a number of ghouls have been roaming in this ward. Expect every worst possibility as the data collected by the bureaus have shown that several S+ rated ghouls are hiding in this ward.”

“Movement will be in personal formation with 15 Bureaus as back-ups. I will be assisting each one of you through the earpiece and monitoring through the drones.”

The investigators nodded, preparing themselves for the dangerous mission ahead. Hoseok gave them a nod of approval. “Doves, fight with your all. Best of luck,” he said before giving the signal.

“Operation commences.”

With a nod from your leader, the five of you set out into the dark night, ready to fight for justice and protect the citizens of the 13th ward from the threat of ghouls. You moved out, determined to eliminate the ghouls that lurked in the darkness. As all of you moved through the eerie streets of the 13th ward, the tension in the air was felt by everyone. The sound of footsteps echoed loudly as if warning any lurking ghouls of the doves’ presence. Jungkook took point, his Angel Beat quinque ready in his grip. He scanned the area, searching for any signs of movement.

“Clear,” he informed Hoseok, his voice crackling through your earpiece too.

As Jungkook ventured to his chosen route, the rest of the team moved forward, staying in formation before breaking into personal formation. Your squad moved deeper into the ward, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of ghoul activity. The tension was palpable, as all of you knew that any misstep could mean certain death or injury.

To describe Wipe-Out Operation with one word would be unpredictable. This operation was assigned to the Supreme Squad for a reason. Given the unpredictability, KCCG only sent out Associates Special Class and above to prevent any unwarranted damages, and it was usually conducted and supervised by Division Chief Director, Hoseok or Namjoon, according to the wards involved. KCCG strictly prohibited any ranks lower than Associate Special and Special from participating in the operation, no matter how great and exceptional one’s skills were.

It was the experience that counted, at least according to the KCCG’s higher-ups.

“Remaining doves, split into pairs,” Hoseok commanded. “The headquarters sent a newly found vision radar of the 13th ward, and the Rc levels are increasing. Jungkook, be informed. I will send out more bureaus to your side.”

“Very well.” His voice echoed in your earpiece following Hoseok.

“Bureaus, load your Q-bullets,” he ordered, stern and commanding.

The bureaus sprang into action, their movements quick and efficient. They reached for their bullet cases, deftly loading their Q-bullets into their quinques. The sound of the bullets clicking into place was the only noise in the silent night as they prepared themselves for the upcoming operation. They stood in line as they finished loading, waiting for the following order. Each one was ready for whatever lay ahead, their minds focused and their hearts beating with anticipation.

“Weapons are to be fired upon the orders of your respective formation leaders,” Hoseok instructed one last time before going off the communication system.

Suddenly, Yoongi urged you to follow him, “Let’s go (Y/N).”

Noticing the confusion on Jimin’s face, he clarified the situation by pointing out that it wouldn’t be a good idea to form a team with two associates and two special classes.

“In that case, you can take Jin,” Jimin countered, crossing his arms.

Yoongi scoffed, “Damn. Did I miss a notice stating that (Y/N) is your partner again?” He then grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the other side of the ward, leaving Jimin fuming with anger and Jin puzzled.

As you and Yoongi turned to a corner, a loud noise erupted. The two of you stopped any movements, weapons raised as a reflex. You knew better than to speak out loud, so you waited with bated breath. Suddenly, a figure leapt out from the shadows.

It was a ghoul.

Its Kagune gleamed in the dim light and moved at a thunder-like speed, but before the ghoul could even reach the two of you, Yoongi had already unsheathed his jagged quinque. His quinque sliced through the air with deadly accuracy as he pivoted on his heel and swung, slicing through its kagune. The ghoul stumbled backwards, blood gushing from the wound on its side. Yoongi didn’t give it a chance to recover, though. He pressed forward, striking blow after blow with his quinque.

The ghoul crumpled to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless.

You stood back, watching as Yoongi wrenched the blood off his weapon and rested it on his shoulder. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Yoongi was the most ruthless, quick-witted investigator ever to be born in KCCG. But at that moment, you wished he was anything but those. The ghoul you and Yoongi had encountered was a lone male ghoul. But it wasn’t that fact that made you hesitant.

He looked terrified. Eyes wide with fear.

It wasn’t the fear of being found by doves.

The fear in his eyes was present even before the pair of you arrived. He was about to say something before Yoongi killed him. You didn’t miss the tremble of his lips. “He was trying to tell something.” You approached the dead body.

Yoongi crouched down beside you and examined the ghoul’s face. “It doesn’t matter now.”

You frowned; you couldn’t shake the feeling that you might have missed something important. You scanned the area to see if there were other ghouls nearby, but there weren’t any. You and Yoongi moved forward cautiously. The streets of the 13th ward were silent. The moon shone down the deserted road, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings. As you and your partner walked further into the area, Yoongi suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to do the same.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, approaching you rapidly.

Yoongi swung his quinque, ready for use, a menacing look on his face. You followed suit, grip on your weapon tightening. The footsteps grew closer, and you could see the silhouette of three figures approaching your direction with crazed expressions on their faces, ready to attack.

Without hesitation, Yoongi charged forward, striking one of the ghouls with a swift blow from his quinque. They clashed back and forth, Yoongi using his agility to dodge the ghoul’s attacks and strike back with his 13’s Jason. Each time he landed a hit, the ghoul would let out a pained growl, but it only seemed to make it more aggressive.

But it made Yoongi scoff.

He found it funny how the ghoul tried to act mighty and strong when he could easily detach the head from the neck with bare hands. Yoongi fought the creature with a clear stance and graceful movements as if he was performing a dance.

A deadly dance.

He was, after all, a killing machine masking as a delicate doll.

The remaining two turned their attention to you. The male ghoul was massive, towering over you with impressive height and a menacing expression. His kagune, a long tentacle-like appendage, whipped through the air as it prepared to attack. He lunged forward, forming his kagune into a claw; he aimed at your chest. But you quickly dodged the attack, stepping to the side and bringing your Aus up in a defensive stance. He snarled and attacked again.

Yoongi launched a powerful attack with his kagune, slicing through the ghoul’s torso and causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He dragged his quinque painfully slow through the ghoul’s body as more blood flowed out. He lazily turned his head toward your direction. You were fighting two ghouls, but he didn’t have any intention of helping you, so he continued playing with the dead body.

You can handle them…

Probably, he shrugged.

With a swift movement of your wrist, you sliced through the ghoul’s arm, causing him to screech in pain and recoil. The second one finally jumped into the fight. She was relentless, her kagune striking out again and again, but you were unyielding, dodging, blocking, and attacking with unflinching determination. She charged at you upon seeing her friend being taken down, but again, you instinctively dodged to the side, swinging your quinque in a wide arc. She was fast, but you were quicker as you blocked and deflected her attacks while landing blows of your own. Your weapon finally made heavy contact with the ghoul’s flesh, spraying a shower of blood into the air. She howled in pain, but you couldn’t feel any sympathy; instead, you could feel a rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, the injured male lunged forward with lightning speed, his kagune striking at you with deadly force. You looked at him with a condescending smirk, “A strong one, aren’t you?”

It was almost psychotic how your tone sounded because nothing could’ve prepared your opponents for your sudden move. Your quinque pierced through the ghoul’s flesh in a blink of an eye, and he let out a final howl before collapsing to the ground, dead.

It took the female one off guard, but you didn’t give her time to recover as you jumped over her head and delivered a powerful kick to its back. She was sent flying with great force; probably broke a few bones and damaged some areas of skin. You looked down at her spasming figure with malice and plunged your Aus into her back, ending her life immediately.

The bureaus under your command had shocking looks on their faces. They exchanged glances with each other as if realising that you were not to be underestimated. Of course, they had always heard the praises that fell from the lips of the higher-ups that you were a skilled investigator, but seeing you in action was entirely another thing.

“New recruits?” Yoongi’s voice was calm and collected, betraying no hint of emotion as he finished off the ghoul he was handling just now.

He did detach the head from the neck.

The bureaus’ complexion paled, every colour drained at the horrendous sight before them.

“Right, I forgot bureaus don’t kill all the time,” because it was clear that killing ghouls was just another day in the life of a KCCG investigator.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine as you caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the corner of your eye. It has to be a mistake. A low growl echoed through the hallway, causing the team to freeze. They knew that sound all too well - it was the sound of a ghoul.

Not just an ordinary ghoul.

“It’s the Owl.”

Yoongi’s voice was the last thing you heard before the explosive sound of the Owl crashing on the ground, announcing its presence and causing debris to rain down on everyone. The heavy feelings that have been crawling on your back. The first ghoul you had encountered, the terror and fear in his eyes.

The three ghouls that were killed.

They died in the hands of doves instead of the Owl.

It was unintentional that they encountered us.

They were running away from the grim reaper but still stumbled on death’s door.

“Take cover!” You commanded the bureaus, grabbing the nearest to you by the arm and pulling them towards the most immediate cover. You and Yoongi were split as he jumped toward the right side. You positioned yourself in front of the female bureau you had pulled with you, shielding her from any potential danger.

The Owl planned all of this. None of these were coincidences.

Reaching for your ear device, you contacted Hoseok, “Emergency code red-O, triple S; Yong. Location, North–”

“Bureaus, fire!”

Upon Yoongi’s command, the bureaus opened fire on the Owl. The air was filled with the sound of gunfire and the whistling of projectiles. But the bullets seemed to have no effect on it. The Owl grew even more enraged and began to thrash about wildly. Its tentacles flailed out in every direction, knocking over walls and sending debris flying through the air.

What the fuck?

Why is he provoking Yong?!

Owls were immune to Q-bullets; sometimes, even quinque does no damage. He should know that.

“Fall back!” You shouted through the chaos, but your command fell on deaf ears. The sound of the continuous firing prevented your voice from reaching your comrades. You scrambled to dodge the tentacles and find another safe cover. You could feel the ground shaking beneath you as Owl continued to wreak havoc on the ward. The dangerous creature let out a deafening screech. Its eyes glowed red as it turned its attention toward the bureaus. It flapped its kagune and leapt into the air, swooping down towards them with incredible speed. The armed investigators scattered desperately, trying to avoid the creature’s deadly tentacles.

“Investigator Min, we need to–”

Yong pounced on a group of bureaus, slashing and tearing with its razor-sharp appendages. They screamed in terror as the beast’s relentless assault tore them apart. Some were still shooting and firing in hopes of distracting or even injuring – just a minor wound on the Owl, but despite their best efforts, the attacks seemed only to enrage the Owl further. It seemed almost invincible, unstoppable in its rage. Its attacks became increasingly ferocious, and the investigators found themselves quickly losing ground.

You turned to your partner in terror, hoping he would just look you in the eyes and bellow a command. “Min Yoongi – !” Except he was not in his spot.

The Owl turned around just in time to block your superior’s attack with its own kagune. It countered with a devastating strike that nearly took Yoongi off his feet.

“Yoongi, Hoseok is on the way. We need to retreat first!” You tried to reach him again while trying to gather the bureaus. The situation was already chaos at its finest; Yoongi definitely didn’t need to add up to it.

With a violent swing of his 13’s Jason, Yoongi charged forward once more, his quinque gleaming in the dim light of the ward. The two engaged in an intense battle, their weapons clashing with each other in a violent symphony. He lunged at the Owl, his quinque slashing through the air toward the ghoul’s head. But no matter how skilled Yoongi was, Owl was no easy opponent, and it had yet to unleash its full power.

Yoongi was not Namjoon.

Not even Hoseok.

Skills unmatched.

Yong’s eyes glowed with malice. Sidestepping the attack, it launched itself towards Yoongi; massive kagune extended, robust scale-red slashed through the air and to his abdomen. Yoongi stumbled back as blood seeped through his shirt.

He cursed under his breath, looking down at his open wound. His stamina was decreasing significantly from all those attacks and defences. But his body had long entered survival mode; he was far from exhausted. The Owl that stood in front of him, he knew very well.

The same Owl that caused a riot and havoc back in his hometown.

The very same Owl that became the reason why he was in KCCG instead of living happily with his family.

The one and only Owl that was responsible for his first ever traumatic event.

The fucking Owl that–

“Yoongi, dodge!” You slammed your body toward Yoongi without thinking twice the moment you saw his eyes go blank. You’ve seen that Yoongi way too many times. The Yoongi that would be deep in thought and stare into nothingness when you passed by his office. The only moment where he would show vulnerability unconsciously, and you knew how much he hated it– because you hated it too– but that always happened in the KCCG building and never, ever during a mission.

The collision between your body and Yoongi’s was extremely powerful that it sent him flying to the other side, to a safer side. His eyes finally met yours as his train of thought was interrupted. The worried expression on his face was the first you ever saw in your time working with him as he screamed your name with great desperation. You could swear you saw his eyes turn glossy before you were sent flying.

You pushed him just in time but were a second late to dodge the Owl’s full-force attack. Your Aus managed only to cover your torso as the Owl’s movement was too quick for your reflex. Your whole body met with the Owl’s heavy blow.

Since when does getting hit by your own quinque hurt like bitch? “S-shit…”

Your body was numb.

Hey, at least you’re not feeling pain.

Better than feeling the pain like someone was taking away your soul.

“Oh, my lady,” A voice reached your ears, although it was very faint due to the impact your body had experienced. You knew whose voice it was. “Do you recognise me?”

It was Hoseok.

You blinked twice as a yes.

“Good girl.” Weirdly you could feel his gentle stroke on your hair. His warmth reached your cold, numbing body. You wanted to close your eyes. “I need you to stay with us until you reach the hospital. Can you do that for me?”

You were tired. You didn’t think you could comply with this order.

“I know you’re tired and hurt, (Y/N), but I need you to just stay conscious. Jin will keep you company. I will take over everything from here. Take a rest, but please stay alive.”

The next thing you know, Jin was already on your side with a worried expression. “(Y/N), hang on there. The ambulance is on the way.” He stroked your hair with his rough, calloused hand – probably due to handling those heavy killing weapons. Your hands were no different. In fact, all ghoul investigators were bound to roughen their hands.

With the quinques.

And with blood.

Oh, are you regretting your decision, (Y/N)?

Never.

“Stay with us, (Y/N),” you heard Jungkook’s voice. Quinque was thrown to the side as he kneeled next to you. You swore his force could’ve injured his knees, but he didn’t seem to care at all by the looks of it. His eyes were only on you. Pupils dilated in fear. Hands and lips trembled as he spoke. “It must’ve hurt a lot, Sakura.”

Sakura.

“Yeah,” you said with minimal energy. “It hurts a lot, Koo.”

Jimin arrived last at the scene. He was out of breath from the sprinting he did when he received Hoseok’s assembly order. His eyes first landed on your half-alive body before the sight of the hideous monster caught his eyes.

Yoongi and (Y/N) couldn’t be that stupid to try and take the Owl down.

One was a half-ghoul, and another one was pure human.

“Oh, Yong Owl,” Hoseok had left your side, hands stuffed in his pockets and walked towards Yoongi, ordering the other fellow Supreme Squad members to follow him with bureaus at the ready. “It’s been a while, don’t you think?”

Yong Owl.

That name caught Jimin’s attention. When Hoseok commanded him to come here, he wasn’t informed which Owl was at the scene; only his rate was told. Jimin pushed back his hair from his forehead. He so badly wanted to burst into a loud laugh. He let his hand stay on his face longer but couldn’t contain the vicious smirk tugging on his lips at the realisation. Of course, it wasn’t you that could be so stupid in this situation.

You were the result of Yoongi’s stupidity.

Yong wasn’t some random Owl. Of course, he wasn’t, even for KCCG. But Yong was especially not some random Owl for Yoongi.

Jungkook hesitated to walk away from you but got on his feet and stood next to Jin with a concerned face for a few seconds. You were, after all, a Jeon. He couldn’t bear to see his family in pain and let the assaulter run away. He was torn between staying by your side or taking down Yong Owl. Jimin slung his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling the younger with him heading towards the Owl.

Yong was the murderer of Yoongi’s family.

“We’ll be right back, (Y/N),” Jimin sent you a wink. A smirk followed shortly after as he continued. “After this, no more danger you can’t take on will come your way.”

Silly Yoongi, but thank you for the opportunity, soulmate.

“Didn’t expect to see me?” Hoseok smiled. “I know you wish to have encountered Namjoon instead because he always lets you go unscathed, worried for his teammates.”

Yong took a step back as the Chief Director took a step forward. Hoseok was known for his ruthlessness, and that fact was well-learned even for ghouls, even for Owls. While he seemed like the most gentle and caring person, the fact was that he was still a ghoul investigator. His motto in KCCG was to kill with passion. He has worked for KCCG for the longest among everyone. His entire bloodline was born only to serve KCCG for the betterment of the world.

Most Owls have their own hideouts that were undetectable by KCCG; hence it was unlikely for Owls to bump into the doves. Moreover, Owls always stayed lowkey.

“But things work differently for me. You bark, I bite.”

A bureau walked towards Hoseok to hand him a quinque suitcase. Jimin whistled at the sight. He knew what was in that. Heck, it even looked different than any other quinque suitcase.

It was the legendary quinque.

It was the quinque imported from CCG, Japan. Previously wielded by Kishou Arima, the legendary ghoul investigator before he died, since then, the quinque has been stored in CCG’s top secret room. It was only recently an evaluation was done to hand over the quinque to worthy hands and make use of it. Hoseok was invited to take part in the evaluation and easily scored the highest. The quinque was named Owl, created from a kakuhou torn out of the Non-Killing Owl during the battle against Arima. Crafted with precision and designed for devastating efficiency, it possessed an air of elegance despite its deadly purpose. It was the only known SSS-rated quinque and the only one known to be created from a living ghoul.

“Unlucky for you; you hurt my favourite person.” Hoseok shook his head in disappointment as he was just scolding a child for his wrongdoing. He activated the suitcase, and immediately, it transformed into the Owl.

The Owl quinque was a masterpiece of engineering, combining intricate craftsmanship with advanced technology. Its appearance was both captivating and haunting, resembling a pair of oversized metallic wings. The wings were adorned with intricate patterns and etchings, reflecting the meticulous attention to detail put into its creation. The surface of the quinque gleamed with a metallic sheen, hinting at its superior strength and durability. The blade of the quinque was razor-sharp, capable of easily slicing through flesh and exoskeleton. Its edges were finely honed and meticulously maintained, ensuring maximum combat-cutting efficiency.

But it was not just its physical attributes that made the Owl quinque so formidable. Within its core lay a unique and deadly mechanism. With a simple flick of a switch, the quinque would unleash its true power. The wings would unfold, revealing hidden compartments and mechanisms, each serving a specific purpose in enhancing combat capabilities. The Owl quinque was known for its incredible speed and agility. It allowed its wielder to move with astonishing swiftness, striking down enemies in a flurry of precise and lethal attacks. Its versatility was unmatched, enabling the wielder to seamlessly transition between offensive and defensive maneuvers, easily adapting to any situation.

Moreover, the quinque possessed a unique ability to absorb and manipulate the kagune, the potent weapon of the ghouls. It could absorb the kagune’s energy and redirect it with devastating force, turning the enemy’s own power against them. This ability allowed the wielder to effectively counter even the most formidable opponents, turning their strength into their downfall.

The sheer power and elegance of the Owl quinque made it a symbol of Arima’s skill and prowess as a CCG investigator. Its reputation preceded it, striking fear into the hearts of ghouls and admiration in the minds of fellow investigators.

It was a weapon of legend, capable of rewriting the course of battles and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

Weapon at ready, Hoseok began again, “I don’t want your death.”

In the hands of Arima, the Owl quinque became an extension of his own being. It embodied his relentless determination and unwavering resolve in the face of darkness. With each swing and strike, he delivered justice with chilling precision, carving a path through the ghouls that dared to challenge him, and it was about to be the same for Hoseok.

The legend of the Owl quinque would be relived in his hands.

“Your scream when I extract fragments of you in Cochlea sounds more satisfying.”

And he would start by painting the blood of Yong on the quinque.

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tworavenswriting · 8 months ago

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Bloodstream (A Spawn Astarion x Original Female Character Fic)

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Series summary:

When Astarion and Aly (Tav) decide to be friends instead of lovers, he thinks it is the right decision. It doesn't take long for him to realize he's wrong, especially as he watches her fall in love with the wizard.

Now, after the endgame events of BG3, Gale has left Aly behind to pursue 'greater ambitions,' and Astarion is left to pick up the pieces. Will he finally get to reverse his mistakes and turn his best friend back into his lover?

Pairing: Astarion x Original Female Character

Rating: Explicit/18+

Setting: Canon compliant. Post-endgame.

Tags (will be added as the series progresses): Blood drinking. Pining. Slow Burn. Sexual tension. Eventual fluff and smut. Canon-typical violence. Non-con elements.

Preview:

Despite the growing distance between them, Aly had come with Astarion to stop Cazador’s ascension without question. It was she who yanked him from the beam that was drawing his essence into his old master. She helped him realize that taking the ritual’s power for himself wouldn’t bring him happiness. It was she who he called for as he wept on the ground, she who had held him close.

The following morning, he’d thanked her. It was perhaps the most genuine thanks he’d ever given. How could it not be? She’d saved him. She was the most wonderful person he knew. And he’d let her go.

This was the first time Astarion knew that he’d made a mistake.

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Prologue: The Spaces In Between

Chapter One: Two Minds And All The Places They Have Been

Chapter Two: Wake Up

Chapter Three: Look Me In The Eyes Again

Chapter Four: They Can Cut You Open

Chapter Five: And Then The Silence Surrounds You

Chapter Six: I Need to Feel...

Chapter Seven: …Your Hand Upon My Face

Chapter Eight: Words Can Be Like Knives

Chapter Nine: They Can Cut You Open (II)

Chapter Ten: I Can Feel You Behind My Eyes

Chapter Eleven (Raphael's Interlude)

Chapter Twelve: I Try...

Chapter Thirteen: ...To Put My Finger On It

Chapter Fourteen: I Think I Might've Inhaled You (SMUT!)

Chapter Fifteen: Haarlep's Interlude

Chapter Sixteen: I Can Feel You...

All Works AO3 Link

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deathblacksmoke · 11 months ago

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Dramamine—Part 5

Interlude: Nick & Jazz

Pairing: Nick Ruffilo x OFC (Jasmine/Jazz)

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

!!!PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

CW: motor vehicle accident, description of major bodily injury, character death, self-harm/violence, deeply painful angst

*Content warnings will be updated by chapter*

Word Count: 1.9K

Taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @circle-with-me / @darksigns-exe / @xxrainstorm / @monotoniscreaming / @agravemisstake / @iknownothingpeople / @cookiesupplier / @jiizzy / @bngurngheart / @signs-of-ill-portent

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future fics!

Author's Note: I'm so sorry please forgive me 🤍

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

2017

He hears her before he sees her—the boisterous sound of her laughter echoing through the record store. It brings a smile to his face, widening further when he looks in her direction to find she’s alone at the small book display, flipping through one and laughing to herself.

He feels so typical and uninspired when he thinks it, but he’s sure she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. She’s remarkable, but so effortless, too, in sweatpants and sneakers and a long black pea coat, long dark hair splayed messily over her shoulders. He longs to know everything about her, but averts his eyes instead, returning to his browsing.

Their paths converge some time later in the rock section, right around the ‘M’, and he feels like a creep when he can smell her—like dove soap and doublemint gum. There’s a warmth radiating from her that he’s unsure if he’s imagining, but it heats his skin when they reach for the same record and her hand brushes against his own.

She pulls her hand back quickly like she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t. He takes the opportunity to pick the record up and turn to face her. She looks to her feet with a small smile before glancing back up, a blush painting her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.

He wants the record, but he’s never been one to deny a pretty girl.

“You can have it,” Nick tells her, holding the vinyl out. She takes it from him gently, like it’s a trick he’s playing and she has to be extra careful. “If you tell me about your favorite song.”

She rolls her eyes and he's sure he’s in love with her. He has half a mind not to call his mama and tell her all about her future daughter-in-law once he leaves here this afternoon.

It’s not a trick question. He really wants to know.

“It’s not a trick question,” Nick says. “I really want to know.”

She tilts the record forward to look at the track listing on the back. He worries for a moment that he caught her buying a gift for a friend—she doesn’t give a fuck about Modest Mouse, and she doesn’t want to be bothered by this weird man in the record store when she’s just trying to enjoy her Saturday.

“Okay, don’t judge me,” she starts, and Nick settles immediately, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I know it’s a boring answer, but I really like Dramamine,” she continues, scanning Nick’s face for a response. He nods, prompting her to keep talking. “It’s like finding a photo of an old friend you haven’t spoken to in years, or accepting death, or lying on the floor of your childhood bedroom, or—” she pauses, shaking her head and laughing to herself. “Have you ever noticed how it actually sounds like motion sickness?”

He hadn’t noticed, but as he plays the song to himself in his head—she’s a smart girl.

“That’s my favorite, too,” Nick settles for instead, holding out his hand to her. “I’m Nick.”

She takes his hand readily, smiling softly at him. “Jasmine.”

It suits her.

He lets her buy the record, allowing himself to be delusional and deciding it’ll just become part of their shared collection one day anyway.

He leaves the store with something much better—her phone number. He calls his mom to tell her all about it on his walk home.

2019

“Can you stop unpacking and come relax with me, please?” Nick asks.

She’s been running around the house for hours, trying to get everything in perfect order. Their house.

She floats through their new space so beautifully. He can’t wait to share everything with her—a kitchen, a bathroom, a closet, a bed. He can’t wait to wake up next to her every single morning, even the early ones. No more goodbyes on Sunday evenings.

“Hold on, Nicky, I’m looking for something,” Jasmine responds. Nick props himself on an elbow, laying on his side and admiring her as she digs through boxes. When she finds what she’s looking for, she makes a pleased little sound that cuts straight through him, speeding up his heart rate as he smiles at her. “Here it is. Remember this?”

He told himself he would make it part of their shared collection one day.

“Yeah, Jazzy, I do,” Nick responds, chest tightening pleasantly at the memory of that cold Saturday afternoon in his favorite record store. “Put it on and come lay with me, honey?”

He curls around her when she joins him in bed, resting his head on her soft tummy. She runs a hand through his hair and he closes his eyes. He feels himself slipping away to sleep as the song plays, her fingers stilling in his hair, no doubt exhausted herself. The hand moves to his cheek and he can feel her warmth radiating through the both of them. He wraps himself around her tighter, getting as close as he physically can.

Traveling, swallowing, dramamine—

He never wants to be anywhere but here, with this girl who makes him feel so safe. He wants to keep her safe forever, too.

2021

He’s getting a little tired of these double shifts—coming in at open and staying until close. He comes home bone-tired, sleeps for a few hours and does it all again. It’s agonizing, made even more so when he remembers that he’s done it to himself.

He feels bad for Jazz more than anything. He knows that she’s been feeling neglected, and he wishes he could tell her why. He always tries to reassure her, but he isn’t so sure it helps. It’s only for a little while longer, though. He’s almost where he needs to be.

He got his shift covered tonight. He feels too guilty to leave Jasmine all alone for dinner for a 5th night in a row, so he has Jesse coming in for him at 6.

I’m off at 6 tonight, Jazzy. What do you want to do for dinner?

It’s close to time for him to leave when he gets the chance to look at his phone again.

Won’t be home for dinner, sorry.

It’s a tone so unlike her that his stomach twists uncomfortably. He doesn’t blame her—Nick shouldn’t have expected her to be home by herself on a Saturday night without knowing ahead of time that he’d be home early.

He should have told her earlier on, but he wanted it to be a nice surprise.

He was looking forward to a night in with her, and with the promise of no Jasmine when he gets home, he almost wants to call Jesse and tell him nevermind. They haven’t had quality time in what feels like ages—he feels so guilty. Their house feels empty without her.

His heart drops into his stomach when he steps through the front door of their home, finding it half empty.

Almost as if Jazz had taken all of her things and left.

He stands paralyzed in the entryway for a long while, pointedly avoiding the handwritten note he sees lying on the coffee table. Somehow, he thinks this would hurt a whole lot less if he didn’t understand why she would do it.

It seems unlike her to leave without warning, but he can’t begin to imagine how she’s been feeling. An unintended consequence of working so much to save up for them is that she’s been left so alone, and he wishes he’d thought of that. He wishes he had listened to her when she asked for him to cut back—that they were doing okay right now—but he put too much faith in how much she can take.

She’s so strong, but she shouldn’t have to be.

His instinct is to call her, but he should hear her out first. He trudges into the living room and picks up the note. The words he finds written in her pretty scrawl make him ache.

Nicky, I know I shouldn’t do it like this, but I know I wouldn’t be able to go through with it face to face. I love you, but I deserve someone who puts me above working themselves sick. When you’re ready for that, you can let me know. Love, Jazz

He looks to their listening setup, their vinyl collection thinned significantly, with one glaring exception. Sitting atop the turntable is the Modest Mouse record, their record, as if she’d played it one last time trying to change her mind and left anyway.

It’s hers. He wanted her to have it. She should have taken it with her when she left.

She shouldn’t have left.

His mind swims when he tries to decide what to do, whether to call her now or give her time. If he calls now and begs for her to come home, she isn’t going to buy it. She’ll think he’s panicking and feeling rejected and he doesn’t mean it.

But he does. He needs her home.

He has his phone in his violently shaking hand, about to press the call button, when another call comes through.

“Mrs. Pierce, hi,” Nick says, voice cracking embarrassingly. “Is Jazz with you?”

“Sweetheart…” Jasmine’s mom starts, the only thing he truly processes before there’s a whooshing in his ears and his entire world shatters.

She tells him that Jazz has been in an accident. She didn’t make it.

It’s worse knowing that she didn’t die instantly. He thinks of his sweet girl, crushed and terrified, and it takes all of his strength to stay upright. He wishes it had been him.

Mrs. Pierce extends her apologies as if she isn’t going through worse, losing her daughter so young. Nick promises to visit her tomorrow and when he hangs up the call, his head pounds and his vision narrows.

He can’t keep himself from doing it when he screams at the top of his lungs, a blood-curdling OH, FUCK no doubt reaching the neighbors’ house—the police will be here any minute if he keeps this up. He smashes his phone, grabbing anything he can reach and smashing that, too.

This is Jasmine’s house. She is what made it a home, and if she’s wrecked, so should the house be.

His fist meets the brick wall of their living room time and time again until his fingers and knuckles are bloody and mangled.

He doesn’t have the wherewithal to wonder how many stitches he’ll need. He has nowhere to put all of the anger he feels and will continue to feel as long as he has to live with the knowledge that he could have prevented this.

He should have told her that he had his shift covered tonight and would be home early to take her out for a nice dinner. He should have told her that he was working so many doubles to save for the engagement ring he knows she’s been eyeing, the pretty emerald cut garnet ring with the white gold band.

She would have told him to cut back, that she doesn’t need anything fancy. He knows her well enough that he should have known that, but she deserves the best.

She would have been home if he had just fucking told her. She would still be here.

He stares at his hands, sure to scar and decides it’s what he deserves. He’ll never let himself be happy again, because he promised to keep her safe and she can’t be.

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo rpf #nick ruffilo fic #nick ruffilo fanfiction #nick ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo x ofc #nick ruffilo x ofc #deathblacksmoke works #fic: dramamine

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sofasoap · 2 years ago

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Lastochka - Part III

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Keeping it under the radar has its benefit. until it isn't.

Part I , Part II, Interlude, Part IV

Warning : Mature theme. Violence, innuendos and hint of smut mentioned.

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

Check out @shkretart for their beyond amazing artwork of Nikolai ( and the CoD boys )

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

LIke playing with Russian roulette, even Lady Fortuna’s luck runs out.

“We will go dark for a while Nik, the mission won’t take too long. I will be back before you know it.” you smiled at him.

He hasn’t heard from you for over a month. His little Swallow. Lost in the wild. No one will tell him anything. Why?

Because no one knows about you two.

It was an unspoken agreement. Keeping it lowkey. No one else needs to know. Keeping things professional on the surface.

Even if Price noticed. He hasn’t said a thing.

You started seeking him out more often after the safe house incident.

“You still got my phone number right?”

“ Maybe? Maybe not?”

“ I knew you wouldn’t throw it away.” The irritated look you gave him. He loves to get on your nerves. But at the same time he knows you aren’t afraid to bite back or correct him. He loves a woman with a bit of fire.

He takes on every chance that was offered to him to be close to you. Any mission that needs him to be back up, he is in. Need transportation? He will fly you and the team there. No questions asked.

“Payment?” He will look at you and half joke to the boy. “Mini can be the payment.” That never ends well, Soap jumps in ready to tear his head off with Ghost and Gaz tries to pull him back, Price looks at his friend with a knowing glare and shakes his head and you hide behind Price, utterly mortified.

He savours the time with you alone, on standby at the rendezvous point. Started off you shyly leaning against him. Offer him more of your baking ( he loves your chocolate biscuits) everytime you two share a cup of coffee, waiting for the team to return. The adorable little pout when he teases you and you couldn’t return with a witty retort in time.

Or that little smile on your face as you watch him checking through the gears and parts in the helicopter.

One day, he was sitting in the pilot seat, checking over the flight plan. It has been a long demanding mission. You have been up for two days straight, patching the teams up. He can see the strains and fatigue is starting to get to you, your red rimmed eyes says it all.

Putting down his paperwork, he waves you over. Dragging your sluggish feet over to where he is, he pulls you into his lap. You wiggle around a little bit, finding a comfortable position before leaning your head against his chest.

“Tired?” You nodded your head in response.

“Sleep for a bit.It’s ok. It will be a while before they return.”

“Nik.”

“Hmm?” Taking his sunglasses off as he looked down, noticing you were gazing up at him with glassy eyes as you reached up, one hand cupping his face, another running your finger through his hair, combing it with care and tenderness.

“Спасибо.”

He leaned his head down slightly, his mouth hovering over yours.

“Ненаглядная,” he murmured. “You know what would be better than thanking me with words?”

“Kissing you?”

“That’s my clever girl.” closing the gap as he finishes, he finally got the first taste of you. Those soft luscious lips he has been dreaming and craving for months. And he wants more.

He made sure when there were only two of you, away from the bloodshed and chaos and the preying eyes, he worshipped his beautiful Goddess with all the attention. Showering you with all his love, making sure your body will only crave for him, his immortal lover, calling out only his name every time he pushes you up high.

“Where is she?” Nikolai demanded as he stormed into the briefing room.

“M.I.A. we don’t know.” Price snapped at him, already frustrated at the lack of details from your disappearance. And the guilt of pressing you into another covert mission. He doesn’t need Nikolai to come in and add more complications.

“Package extracted, safely hidden. THEY ARE HERE. DO not come looking for me.” The message ended up with the sound of a gunshot and your scream.

By the time they have reached your last signal transmission spot, you have already disappeared. All there left was the mission package you have successfully obtained and a dog tag with a simple wedding band attached and pool of blood.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Soap growled.

“Пиздец , Soap ,SHE IS MY WIFE!!” Slamming his hand on the desk, “I do have the right to be here and know what is going on! Just like you do!”

Deafening silence settled in the briefing room as the bombshell was dropped.

Everything became clear to Price from your hesitation, and your requests before you left.

“Alright. But don’t tell Nik about the details.” looking down on the floor, toying with your dog tag chain. “This might be the last mission I can take for a little while.”

“Getting tired of us stinky boys?” Price laughed.

Shaking your head. “Planning a trip. Promised someone I would take a break with them.” That little mysterious smile, Price knew not to push for anymore details.

You and Nikolai were planning for the honeymoon.

“Lads. Everyone needs to calm down here.” Laswell broke the silence. “Any personal questions, save it for later. Our priorities here are to try and find Mini, and get her out.” If she is still alive. The unspoken words.

Laswell turned and threw some files at Nikolai, he quickly flipped through it.

Pausing on one of the pages as he spotted a name. “Laswell.” he frowned. “Are you sure these are Bratva that are involved?”

“Positive.” Laswell took out another file. “Got any connections?”

“Connection?” He let out a bitter laugh. A vicious smile appeared on his face. The Russian bear has been awakened. “Their Pahkan owes me a favour. A HUGE favour.”

Everyone turned and looked at Nikolai. First time in days there is a bit of a breakthrough. There might be hope to find you after all. They will not give up until they physically see your body. Dead or alive.

People should know , they do not mess around with Nikolai , the leader of Chimera, or his loved ones. He will make them PAY.

Спасибо - Thank you.

Ненаглядная - precious

Пиздец - damn it

tag :

@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature

@boughhs

#call of duty #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #nikolai cod x reader #nikolai cod x f!reader #taskforce 141

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anamelessfool · 2 years ago

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Hello, I am A Nameless Fool.

30+. She/Her. I'm writing a massive Ghost AU because I'm insane. (And other stuff)

They have no time to consider what the Void is. All they understand is that it is Hungry. And they are the only two previously human beings that can ensure the health of their charge. They are the single line of defense at the border of Void and Not Void.

Scenes from the Void ( Ghost Band Eldritch Horror AU) AO3 Series Link

Feel free to read them in any order you like. I'm adding fics of each Papa, with a variety of emotional tones and subjects. They all revolve around a larger overarching plot.

Current Major Fic Projects

WIP Oversee Us (Fallout 2024)

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard x Outlaw Fem! Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, bondage (con/non-con), Mystery, horror, action, Canon-typical Gore, Your Boyfriend Is Turning Into a Zombie, more tags on AO3

You're not running away from your sins, you're running towards the truth. Your crime is catching up with you and the caps are racking up. Some cheery bounty hunter is hot on your trail and basically unstoppable. You're doing everything to survive in the topside Wasteland, even if it means going along with the monster.

WIP Violence & Gentleness

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry. (Title graphic by @ghuleh-recs )

Ghouls and Lore

Blackened Feathers OC | Horror, Lore

Resurrection Reader & Papa (Any) | Ritual Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

The Garden Nameless Ghouls, Terzo/Omega | SFW (strong language), Family Bonding, Dark Magic, Trippy, Adventure, Family Drama, Secret Relationship, Nonbinary Ghouls

Ongoing WIP Bestiary Nameless Ghouls (Canon and OC) | Ficlets 18+, Dark Magic, Alternate History, Weird Lore, Historical References, Other OC Papa Emeritus/Mater Emerita

Ongoing WIP Domestics Entire "Emeritus" Family and Church | Ficlets 16+, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Fluff, Humor, Slice of Life

Terzo x Omega

The First and The Last Terzo/Omega | Dark Romance, Ritual Magic, Trippy Weirdness

Reciprocity Terzo/Omega | Artist Model, Photography, Tender Moments, Body Worship, Oral Fixation, Cardiophilia

Ribbons & Ties Terzo/Omega | Domestic Fluff, Established relationship, Weddings Bring Out Your Fear of Commitment

Copia x Cardinal Marian (OC)

Sweeter Red Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, demi Copia, Bittersweet

All the Stops (Sweeter Red Sequel) Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, Bittersweet

Tilted Copia/OC, Terzo/Omega | Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Repressed Memories, Secret Relationships, Long-term Relationship

Wanna Bewitch You Copia/OC, Terzo/OC, Nameless Ghouls, Emeritus Family| Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Long-term Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Formalwear

Valentine's Day 1985 Young Copia & Primo | Brotherly Affection, Domestic Fluff, Valentine's Day, Hurt/Comfort, My Art

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family

For One Creature's Sake Primo & Copia | Phobias, Family Drama,Young Cardinal Copia, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Hurt/Comfort, Terminal Illness

WIP Violence & Gentleness Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

Interlude: In Orbit Always Primo x OC Nameless Ghoul (Edelweiss Ghoul | FWB, One Bed Trope, Psychic Ties, Dreams, Somniphilia, First Time, Friends BUT MORE

Secondo & Family

Maestro Sister Imperator & Young Secondo, Young Terzo | Ritual Magic, Sibling Rivalry (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

WIP Crossroads Secondo & Terzo, Secondo & Family | Ritual Magic, Horror, Trippy Weirdness, Brother Angst, Father & Son, Family Drama

Extra (Outside of The Scenes from the Void AU)

Call Me Papa IV & GN! Reader | SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Cardiophilia, Comfy Read, Papa IV Reassures You Everything Will Be Okay

One Shot Papa IV & GN! Reader | Silly Fic, PG-13 Fun, Overly Dramatic, Concert Experience

Tights Papa IV x GN Reader | Fishnets, Body Worship, Massage, Sensual Play, Foot Play, Foot Job, Light D/s, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

WIP No Deal Papa Nihil x Fem! Reader | 1970s, Music References, Recreational Drug Use, Oral, Shotgunning, Nihil Being Father of the Decade, Surprise Ending

VIII Strength Papa IV x Gen Reader | Dom Sub Dynamic, Established Relationshop, Power Play, Body Worship, Bondage

100 Percent Papa IV x GN! Reader | Caring for Illness, established relationship, domestic bliss, injury recovery, coziness

Housekeeping Notes

I sometimes announce I'm doing fic or doodle requests. They are PG-13. I do not post NSFW works on tumblr, please read them through AO3 and keep them on AO3. I DO really love talking about writing and meeting other writers, so please don't be shy. NEMA

About Me 👇👇👇

I love: Clive Barker, John Bellairs, Mervyn Peake, Shirley Jackson, Terry Prachett, David Lynch, David Cronenberg

Other Hobbies: Larping, Sewing, BJD, witchcraft, wandering around the woods

Current Favorite Albums to Write to:

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cas-readsandwrites · 2 months ago

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~~ Masterlist ~~

Thank you for stopping by! This blog and my writing projects are a giant work in progress since starting up writing again about six months ago. I don't keep a posting schedule though I do try to stick around and be active, but it comes and goes with seasons of life. Feel free to peruse, drop me a message, or suggest something new for me to read!

The Last Of Us

Lavender: Interludes

Set in Jackson post TLOU S1 in the Lavender universe by @justagalwhowrites, a few little scenes of Joel, Doc, and the fam in Jackson. Listen I am not pregnant, I have no desire to be pregnant, so I don’t know WHERE this came from, but I love soft Joel healing from his trauma and finding love and joy in his family! Many thanks to Kit for being totally cool with this fanfic of her fanfic and encouraging me to post! All character credit, plot, and setting to her. Content: Reader is described as pregnant. There is smut. And fluff. And love. Grab some ice cream and your heating pads if you’re in the same time of the month as me. Minors DNI. 3.6k words One-shot, complete.

Traipse - in progress!

For @justagalwhowrites Birthday Challenge for our favorite TLOU main character. Prompts: Nightmares and Feral Joel. Setting: TLOU HBO series, set within the period of 5-20 years after the outbreak. Characters: Joel x OC Female, Tommy, Tess. Projected length: 10k+ Author’s note: This is literally the worst birthday present I could give anyone. Content warnings for canon-typical violence, character deaths, suicidal ideation, substance use. It is not a happy ending. It’s gonna be kind of long. Someone toss me down a well after this. Credit to the lyrics of Traipse by Tremonti for story title and chapter titles 🖤 AO3 link

Welcome

Setting: TLOU, right after S1 finale, back in Jackson Characters: Joel x OC reader, Ellie Length: 2.5k Rating: This one is all-ages fluff (…for now?) Stands as a one-shot for now, might grow in the future!

[untitled] - prompted by a reblog *shrug*

‘Verse: TLOU, TV series, set before the show timeline Characters: Joel x Female Reader, only physical description is “not petite” so all you smol Joel lovelies can just imagine him effortlessly handling you. Length: 1.7k Rating: M, 18+ only, unprotected P in V, consent is sexy, practice safe sex IRL friends! One-shot, complete

The Mandalorian

Grogu's Dream - my very first fic shared here, dedicated to my subreddit friends and those who encouraged me to get back into writing and fanfic <3

Here

Setting: The Mandalorian, doesn’t matter when, Din exists, that’s all we need to know for now! Characters: The Mandalorian x female reader (AFAB, no mention of breasts) Length: 1.8k Rating: Minors do not enter! M for mature. Here be smut. That’s all it is. One-shot, complete

Prospect

To Leave The Green - Ezra & Cee, for @burntheedges roll-a-trope challenge prompt: groundhog day

Setting: Prospect. Set between the shootout where Ezra and Cee first meet and the end of the film… and how do we know it didn’t actually happen? That the Ezra we see in the film hasn’t already lived it a millenniary of times? “I like to think about what happens between what’s already been written, so I add new scenes sometimes, because then I get to spend more time in their world.” -Cee Rating: PG-13, not quite as bad as the movie’s R, less language, similar content. Length: 2k One-shot, complete AO3 link

Narcos - coming soon :)

Star Wars misc

May the Fourth challenge

‘Verse: Star Wars, Rebels, set within S2 finale Characters: Chopper, Kanan, Ezra Length: 1.4k Rating: PG Oneshot, complete

The Old Guard

Nile - in progress! newest Nov 4 '24

A slice-of-life dive into the characters' lives, following Nile's 3rd-person POV. Set immediately after the end of the movie and will stretch a few decades into the future as Nile settles into her new life and we see a glimpse of how the guard adjusts to gains, losses, and life between harrowing conflicts. There will be a few nods to the graphic novels throughout but this is mostly my "what happens next" after immediately finishing the movie. Part 2 of 3 up now! Rating: We'll stick with the movie's R for language, canon-typical action/violence. AO3 link

Originals

Bravery - poetry prompt from @arianathepoet : Write about someone who taught you to be brave; what does bravery mean to you and how did that person teach you to embody it?

Collections

@pascalsanctuary fics of the day

WIPs and sneaky-peekies

Upcoming Joel Birthday Challenge ; and more ; another

I Won't Leave You

If Javi Calls ; and more

WIP Tag Game

Nile's Story from The Old Guard

TLOU Music AU

#cas writes #fanfic #fanfiction #tlou #tlou fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #joel miller x reader #writing #poetry #ezra prospect #din djarin x reader

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shadowgast-recs-weekly · 1 year ago

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Older Favorites 4

This week, we have a recurring theme - older favorites! Enjoy eleven fics that were last updated over a year ago - and as ever, don't forget to kudos and comment!

Sangreal (94811, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Aftermath of torture

Essek confesses to his crimes and is captured, having his magic taken away and his memories wiped. When he is rescued by the Mighty Nein, he finds himself growing fond of them all over again.

Reccer says: I liked it!

A Reason to Fight by Cers (32427, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Discussion of torture

Taking place immediately after "That Carniverous Dark," the Nein are forced to grapple with the consequences of their actions while also picking up the pieces.

Reccer says: It deals with everyone's trauma from the events of the Sanatorium in a very realistic way and I love reading about Essek's healing process.

Only Code It Knows Is Rote Survival by Chrome (12637, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The Nein return to the Vermas Outpost to find that Ikithon's forces have attacked. Essek has had Feeblemind cast on him and after the fight the Nein don't have the spell slots left to heal him just yet.

Reccer says: This one is very sweet and takes a look at Essek's relationships with the different members of the Mighty Nein.

The Fullness of Time by Cers (162788, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Things go wrong in the final fight with Lucien, causing Essek to accidentally send himself and Caleb a couple of years into the past.

Reccer says: This is a fic I find myself returning to again and again.

that sadness of mine that you know by mousecookie (2182, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A small interlude at the end of episode 132, in which Essek is cold and Caleb ponders the properties of fire.

Reccer says: The tension in this fic is absolutely amazing. Great 'staring at each other for five minutes not saying anything while the rest of the Nein look on' energy, I love it.

Hard Mouth by road_rhythm (216151, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Sleep deprivation

Trent invades the mind of Caleb while in Aeor through repeated use of the Dream spell, preventing him from getting rest.

Reccer says: Beautifully written, dark, and very unique

horology & chronometry by the_littlest_goblin (3864, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb has a new accessory. Detective Brenatto is on the case (whether or not there is actually a case to solve remains to be seen).

Reccer says: Absolutely cute and sweet with Veth's point of view

The Mind and the Malady by SaltCore (38941, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Vomiting

Essek suffers from Hanahaki disease in Aeor.

Reccer says: I liked it!

the other things that make us by saturdaysky (13642, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Essek leaves Caleb in Rexxentrum, and then comes back.

Reccer says: The TENSION. The unspoken feelings! (that get spoken and acted upon). The complete inability to communicate! They are both sitting there consumed with lust, I tell you. It's fantastic.

then we shall see each other face to face by MarsBar2019 (12417, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek and Caleb have a very sexy wedding night.

Reccer says: It's just really hot, y'all. 10/10, highly recommend.

not weeks, not years by quothhh (1075, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A series of moments in Essek's life after he leaves the Blooming Grove

Reccer says: It's so soft and aches so much, a wonderful use of second person

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. And hey! Don’t forget to leave comments and kudos for the lovely authors!

Check out the previous Older Favorites Recs Lists here [1] [2][3]

Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week's theme is miscommunication!

#shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #critical role #cr fic recs #aeor is for lovers #critical role fan fiction

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jokeringcutio · 2 years ago

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Update: The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours

Now that I have finally continued, I have rewritten the outline, adjusted the estimated length of the tale from 12 chapters in total, to 20 chapters. [ For those of you who don't know what I am talking about, you can check the story here ] As those of you who have read and been following the tale online know, I have uploaded 9 chapters in the past. That was with the original outline. The tale ended with Arthur having turned into the Joker and successfully kidnapping you, dear reader, already pregnant with his child. Can't have you all left stranded there, can I? What happens next: Things become more gritty and violent. I have rewritten chapters 10 and 11, and have kept some parts of 12 aside to be used in the tale later on. I had a bit of difficulty finding the right vibe now that the location has changed (no longer in your comfortable home or at the job) and Arthur has become the Joker. I didn't want to lose the feeling of the past chapters, which were mundane and full of smut. In my first drafts, the chapters lost that feel. Not enough smut. Too much I wanted to say in one go. Didn't work. I eventually found back the vibe and the right plot bunny to keep the tale interesting. Between chapter 9 and 10, I have added an interlude (so basically, an extra chapter), describing how the reader is taken by Joker and his new followers to a secret hide-out. I am currently writing chapter 14. This means we have 10, 11, 12 and 13 all written out as a draft. These chapters contain scenes which include cunnilingus, smut, a new friend for our Reader, a rescue plan, plotting against the Joker, violence and maiming (not against our Reader), jealous Joker, visibly pregnant Reader (and Arthur/Joker being all touchy because he wants to feel the baby kick) and well, there's loads more to come! Keep following me for more progress on the tale, snippets, and tidbits about what is going to come next. I plan to write the entire story till the end before I will publish it.

In the meanwhile, if you like my writing, feel free to browse my masterlist. New tales, drabbles and headcanons appear regularly. Feel free to send in suggestions and prompts as well, though I might be slow in responding to them. Make sure to check out my account for recent updates, as I usually post in a European time frame and I notice that many of my posts are overlooked because of it (which is why I sometimes decide to post prompt fills on different sites as well such as on AO3 ). If you liked The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours and are into Dark Romance/being kidnapped by an older man (with gorgeous dark hair and mental issues rofl) I can recommend my Black Phone Fanfic The Chance to make a Change. This story is complete in draft (so you won't have to wait 2 years or more to know the ending), and is currently being uploaded. It has the same kind of vibe as TMWCTBY. If you want to stick to our Arthur Fleck/Joker then I have tons of little fills written about him, as well as plans for new longer fics. I still want to continue The Princess and The Clown, perhaps rework it. But if you want something short that is complete, can I recommend No Family Man? If you like long-haired men, villains and age gap fics, then I would like to point you at the many Arthur Harrow fills I have written (don't worry, you don't have to have seen the Moon Knight series or read the comics. I haven't either). I am currently working on an asylum patient Harrow x Reader fic as well. Now, to end this post, I have posted a gif that is fitting for The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours. It's not the gif that inspired the entire tale, but it is pretty meaningful to it. I think many readers will know why. Hope you are all having a wonderful day, Yours sincerely, JokeringCutio

#Arthur Fleck #TMWCTBY #Arthur Fleck Joker #Joker 2019 #Arthur Fleck x Reader #Arthur Fleck x You #Joker x reader #joker x you #reader insert #dark romance #Arthur x reader #Arthur joker #joker #joker 2019 fanfiction #writing progress #personal note

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oliverreedmasterass · 1 year ago

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Chapter Summary: Very necessary reunions take place and secrets are unleashed.

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: language, violence, mentions of blood

Notes: I'm really not sure if there's still much interest in this fic but, dang nabbit, I'm gonna finish this thing if it's the last thing I do. (thank you @infinisonicosm for the fic idea!!)

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Rae’s head buzzed as her worn tennis shoes thumped through the snow. Her ears were clogged from the pressure pressing at her temples so she could only hear her heavy breath with each stride. The wind picked up around her as she ran, smacking her cheeks in a series of freezing blows. She led the pack, Josh and Kelly just behind her, and was so determined to find Morgan that Jake, Sam, and Karen felt like a distant memory.

Her eyes remained glued to the set of footprints ahead of her and, the more she took them in, the more certain she was that one of them belonged to Morgan. The long strides he had developed in his recent growth spurt were clear in the snow. A memory flashed in Rae's mind of the day Morgan rushed up to her and exclaimed that he he was finally taller than her. They were still in California, before all of the doctor’s visits and long nights sitting around the dining room table, trying to figure out how they were going to stay afloat. It felt like a simpler time, when Rae’s biggest worry was that her younger brother wouldn’t need her anymore.

Rae let out a cough to try and clear her windpipe and powered ahead.

“Rae!” Josh called behind her, but she didn’t stop. His voice sounded like it was being carried away with the wind, like some kind of feeble thing. “Rae!” Josh shouted louder, Kelly joining in. But Rae kept her head down and pumped her arms to move as quickly as she possibly could.

It suddenly became very clear to Rae why Josh and Kelly had been yelling her name.

“Oompf!” Rae grunted out in surprise as she slammed into something.

“What the?!” she heard a familiar voice crack as she went flying down hard into a patch of fresh, powdery snow. Rae pushed herself up from the ground with a wince and looked across at what she had run into.

“Oh thank god,” she exhaled like the world had been lifted from her shoulders. Sprawled a few feet away from her was Morgan, who sat up at her voice and flashed her his signature goofy grin.

“You should consider signing up for the football team,” he chirped. “You full on body slammed me.”

“You should have gotten out of the way,” Rae teased back. She scooted her way over to Morgan and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in tight. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you.”

“Right back at you,” Morgan said into her shoulder, giving her back a pat. They released from their hug and Rae took Morgan in, her eyes immediately focusing on the crimson-stained cloth clumsily tugged around Morgan’s shoulder.

“Ouch,” she said, motioning towards his wound. Morgan cocked his head at her, as if he forgot about his injury, and then followed her gaze to his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah,” he grimaced. “This freaky dude grabbed me and started gnawing on me like I was Thanksgiving dinner. But luckily my pal, Danny, saved the day.”

Morgan turned and grinned at Danny, but returned back to face Rae when he saw Kelly holding Danny, who was let out bone rattling sobs. Josh stood idly by, drawing pictures in the snow with the tip of his foot.

“I thought I was going to die out here,” Danny could just barely be heard crying into Kelly’s shoulder. “I should have never gone into those stupid woods. Sam told me not to, but I did it anyway.”

“You’re okay now,” Kelly promised him. “We’re gonna get you back to your family.”

Danny pressed his face deeper into Kelly as his shoulders raised and fell with his hyperventilating gasps for air. Rae noted that Morgan was looking on at the scene with a look of concern stretched across his face, all of his initial joy from reuniting with his sister lost. Josh came over to their side, eyeing Morgan’s bloody wound out of the corner of his eye. Rae watched him nervously.

“Morgan, right?” Josh said, squatting down to be at eye level. Morgan looked away from Danny and slowly nodded his head towards Josh. “Your sister’s told me a lot about you,” Josh continued. “The name’s Josh.”

He held a hand out for Morgan to shake and Rae watched Morgan extend his hand out. Josh smiled at Morgan as they shook and then motioned towards his shoulder, which made Rae protectively move closer to her brother.

“I’m not gonna hurt him,” Josh stared Rae down, looking offended. “If anything, I was gonna offer to dress his wound properly. It’s not tied tight enough to stop the blood flow.”

“Wait, why would he hurt me?” Morgan looked back at Rae in confusion.

“Long story,” Rae and Josh both responded at the same time.

Morgan seemed ready to pry the information out of them, but a low howl off in the distance made them all stop.

“Jake,” Kelly’s face quickly transformed into a deep frown. “They need backup.”

“Oh god,” Danny choked as he broke from his embrace with Kelly. “Are they fighting against the monster? Is Sam there?”

“We need to go now,” Kelly said, not waiting a second longer to tear back in the direction they had come from. While he was in mid-stride, he leapt forward, changing into his werewolf form in the air.

“HOLY SHIT!” Morgan gasped.

“That’s the long story,” Rae told him. “We’ll get you up to speed later.”

“You better,” Morgan told her, unable to hide his shock.

Josh helped Rae and Morgan to their feet and looked at Danny.

“Are you gonna be okay?” Josh asked.

“I need to help Sam,” was all Danny could force out.

“Rae, lead the way back and follow our footsteps. I’m gonna fly over there.”

Rae nodded and Josh shifted to a bat, flapping his wings to rush behind Kelly. Morgan clutched at his head and groaned.

“I think you gave me a concussion when you took me out, Rae. I’m seeing some weird shit.”

“Come on,” Rae urged him, tugging on his uninjured arm. Jake’s howl had sounded like they were in some serious trouble and, although she didn’t know how she could help, she knew she needed to do something.

It was a lot more challenging to get Morgan and Danny through the snow than Rae had initially thought. It didn’t help that they had been surviving in the cold for a while, Danny especially, without any substantial provisions. Danny was wearing clothes more appropriate for the beach, so it was frankly a miracle that he hadn’t died of hypothermia. Rae was running ahead of Morgan and Danny but, when she didn’t hear any footsteps crunching in the snow behind her, she abruptly turned to find them moving as quickly as they could, which was about on par with a bunch of geriatrics moving uphill.

“Shit,” Rae muttered to herself. She waited for them to catch up and looked back over her shoulder in the direction they needed to go. Jake had started howling again, and it sounded dire. “I can’t carry you both,” she thought aloud, looking at the two boys.

“Carry Danny,” Morgan suggested. “I’ll follow behind you guys, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not leaving you behind, shithead,” Rae told him. “You’re sticking by my side for the rest of your life.”

“Great,” Morgan grumbled.

Rae looked back at Danny and realized that he was vibrating in place. Whether it was from fear or the cold, she couldn’t tell, but she removed her flannel and passed it over to Danny, who looked back at her in surprise.

“Please put that on,” Rae said. “Before you freeze to death.”

Danny did as he was told without a fight and crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits as his teeth chattered.

“They’re about a mile back,” Rae guessed. “Do you think you can make it?”

“It would fuckin suck if I made it this far and couldn’t do that,” Danny said once his shivering started to die down. “I just don’t think I can move all that fast.”

Rae wanted to get back to Jake as quickly as possible, but she knew better than to push Danny and Morgan beyond their limits. So, at a less than ideal pace, Rae linked arms with the boys and guided them through the blizzard.

“Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,” she started to sing under her breath as they dragged forward, which Morgan snorted at.

“You’re singing Seals and Crofts?”

“It’s keeping your mind off of the snow, isn’t it?”

“Keep singing, I like that song,” Danny practically begged her. Rae was glad that at least someone appreciated her music taste.

So on they went, Rae singing Seals and Crofts, their three silhouettes retracing Rae’s steps to bring them back to the monster and their friends. Rae didn’t want to know how long it was taking them, but after what felt like eons, she saw movement through the snow.

Morgan and Danny both let out surprised squeaks as Rae stopped with a halt and squinted ahead. The beast was standing tall, its long and bony arms with fingers like talons swiping through the air. Danny seemed to follow what she was looking at because he let out a groan.

“Not this guy.”

“He looks a lot bigger from a distance,” Morgan thought aloud. Rae watched a figure launch itself at the monster’s thigh, latching and hanging on for dear life as the monster twisted and kicked, sending the figure flying. More howls echoed across the land.

“Jesus,” Danny murmured.

“We have to help them,” Rae said, entirely forgetting what shape her brother and Danny were in. Even though they both looked beyond worn down and scared out of their minds, they moved closer to the fight. Rae's breath caught in her throat as she watched Jake, Josh, Karen, and Kelly stealthily move around the monster, lurching forward in intervals to attack. Her face scrunched with worry when she realized Sam wasn’t with them.

“Sam,” Danny said behind her, his voice trembling. Rae looked beyond the battle raging in front of them and spotted Sam unconscious in a snowbank, his body contorted at a concerning angle. Despite Danny’s struggles to move at a pace faster than a slug just a few moments earlier, he hurried to Sam’s side. Rae started to follow behind Danny with Morgan in tow, but another howl diverted her attention.

Even though she didn’t want to leave Morgan, Rae launched into a full on sprint with a terrified cry when she saw the monster grab Jake, lifting him up from the ground. Jake attempted to claw and scratch his way out of the monster’s grasp, but he was held too tight and looked like he was losing stamina fast. Kelly and Karen tried to chase the monster, which was starting to rush away with its prey, but they weren’t fast enough. Even Josh buzzing around the monster’s head like a pesky fly couldn’t distract him. Jake let out another growl, this time sounding more frustrated than distressed, and Rae finally made her way to the monster’s side.

She had no idea what she could do to help, but she let her instincts kick in and listened to her gut, which was shouting at her to bring the monster down. Her body moved before her brain and Rae veered over and jumped, sending herself flying directly at the monster and Jake. She crashed into the monster’s back with enough force that the monster let out a distressed rumble and partially keeled forward.

Taking advantage of the monster’s moment of weakness, Jake let out a roar, forced his arms out from the monster’s grasp, and successfully swiped a hard claw across the monster’s face. The monster wailed and clutched at the streaks oozing from cheek to cheek, giving Jake the opportunity to squirm away. He dropped down and took a moment to catch his breath before rushing back towards the monster, which Rae was still clutching onto. Together, Rae and Jake worked to bring the monster down, Jake throwing his sharp claws around like a vortex while Rae forced her hands around the monster’s thick throat. Kelly, Karen, and Josh were coming to their aid and things looked to be moving in the right direction. That is, until Jake made a mistake.

He swept around in a rage-filled blur, his eyes glowing red, and his claw broke through the skin near the monster’s neck, catching Rae’s arm as well. The freezing air tore into the gash that ran from the top of Rae's hand all the way to her elbow and Rae let out a shriek that felt like it didn’t belong to her. Even though she desperately tried to hold onto the monster, he twisted abruptly to the side, dislodging her so she flew to the ground. Jake immediately stopped his attack and transformed back into a human, rushing to Rae in a panic.

“Oh god, oh shit, Rae, I’m so sorry,” he gasped down at her, his face filled with terror. “I didn’t mean to do that, oh my god.”

The pain in Rae’s forearm was worse than anything she had ever felt before. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it poured from her arm and seeped into the milky white snow where she had fallen. Black dots clouded her eyes.

“Jake!” Kelly yelled from behind them, his voice sounding like it was trapped in an echo chamber to Rae. “Don’t let him get away!”

Jake was too busy panicking over Rae to hear his dad and see where the monster was heading.

“I’m gonna fix this, I’m gonna fix this,” Jake mumbled to himself, his hands dancing around in the air, unsure what to do. “Fuck.”

Rae blinked a couple of times to keep her vision from entirely fading to black, and groggily watched as the monster rushed to where Danny and Morgan were with Sam.

“No,” Rae croaked out, trying to sit back upright. Her head immediately started to spin. Through her disoriented state, she helplessly saw the monster tear past Danny and Morgan, who were both slammed hard to the ground with shocked cries, and snatched Sam from his spot in the ice.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kelly’s exasperated voice spoke above Rae’s head. She watched Kelly and Karen chase after the monster, who had Sam draped over its shoulder. Then everything went black.

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Rae felt like she was swimming through time, her body limp and twirling, unable to stop. The darkness slowly began to subside as she edged closer towards the twinkle of a celestial-looking light ahead. Rae gazed at the radiating glow in awe and reached out towards it. Someone grabbed her hand and squeezed it, and Rae’s eyes fully flew open.

“I killed her!” Jake was tugging at his face in horror above her. Josh had her hand in his and took a break from looking down at her in concern to roll his eyes at Jake.

“You did not. She’s just losing a lot of blood.”

“I’m a monster!” Jake continued to wail.

“I mean, yeah, you are,” Josh deadpanned back.

“You know what I mean,” Jake took a second to frown.

“Is she dead?” Rae heard Morgan ask as he approached them. “God, that’s a lot of blood.”

“I’m fine,” Rae told them, her voice raspy and spent.

“You’re obviously not,” Josh begged to differ.

“Rae, I am so sorry,” Jake jumped straight back into his panicked apology. “I tried to avoid getting you, I don’t know how I fucked up this bad, I feel awful.”

Rae could only manage to shrug because she didn’t know what to say.

Jake tugged his shirt off, which got another disgusted groan out of Josh, and pressed the fabric against Rae’s arm. Rae looked up at him and took note that, while his first encounter with the monster had left him with a map of wounds across his body, he had fresh gashes and scrapes etched across his torso and arms. Rae suddenly felt embarrassed that a single scratch from him had knocked her down so hard. She should have sucked it up and continued fighting. If she hadn’t fallen off the monster, it wouldn’t have taken Sam.

“Sam,” she said aloud, trying to lean up to see if she could spot him.

Danny was going through a similar train of thought because, off in the distance where he had been knocked over by the monster, he gathered himself and let out a devastating cry into the sky.

“SAM!” he bellowed. “Oh god, Sam!”

Morgan rushed back to Danny’s side to guide him to their group, whispering that everything was going to be okay.

“I should have done something,” Danny spoke to no one in particular as he shook. “The monster was right there. I could have done something to stop him. I let Sam down again. I let him down.”

“It’s not your fault,” Josh put his hand on Danny’s arm. “Quit being so hard on yourself.”

“He was injured,” Danny continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “I should have done something. But I can’t do jack shit out here in this frozen wasteland.”

He looked down at Rae and let out a disgruntled groan.

“I could do something to help her too but no, I can’t do it.”

“Danny, take a deep breath,” Jake looked up at him with worry. “We need you to stay calm right now.”

“I need to make it up to him,” Danny thought aloud. “I’ve let him down too many times.”

And then Danny started to run.

“Oh come on,” Josh grumbled as he watched him go. He looked back at Jake, Rae, and Morgan and shook his head. “We gotta stop running off without any warning,” he said. “That really hasn’t been working too well for us.”

“Are you okay to stand?” Jake looked to Rae.

No the fuck I am not, Rae thought to herself. “Yup,” she grunted out instead. She desperately wanted to stop being a burden. Morgan and Jake grabbed her under the armpits and slowly lifted her from the ground. Although Rae’s head spun and her legs wobbled, she gave them a thumbs up. “Never better,” she lied.

They started to move after Danny and it quickly became apparent to Rae that she definitely was in no shape to exert herself in any way. While Jake, Josh, and Morgan ran ahead of her, Rae felt herself teetering back and forth, squeezing her eyes shut and reopening them to try and clear her blurred vision. Jake turned around to check on her and held up his hand to stop Josh and Morgan.

“Nope,” Jake said. “We’re not doing it like this.”

Before Rae could ask what he was talking about, Jake turned into a werewolf and joined her side.

“Hop on,” he told her in his deep growl of a voice.

“You’re kidding,” Rae stared back at him.

“Free ride, no charge,” Jake replied back. “Now come on, we don’t have all day.”

Rae didn’t know how she felt about climbing onto Jake’s back, but she tried not to think too much about it as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he stood upright, carrying her like a backpack. Together they caught up to Josh and Morgan and began powering forward, gaining more speed than before. Rae looked over at Morgan and watched in awe as he managed to keep pace with Jake and Josh. She hadn’t seen him move like that in over a year; he used to be one of the fastest kids in his grade, but after his health declined, he was no longer able to run around freely like he used to. But out in the snow, Morgan ran like nothing could slow him down.

They saw Danny's footsteps lead into a cavernous structure made of rigid ice and packed snow and Jake took a sniff, looking around at them in wonder.

“Danny and Sam are both in there,” he told them.

Without a moment’s hesitation, they stepped inside the cave. Instantly, the temperature rose by at least 30 degrees which made Rae gasp in shock. The walls of the cave were made of limestone, and the floor was covered in earthy dirt. Jake reached back to pat Rae on the leg and let her down so he could take a break, changing back to his human self.

“What the hell?” Josh breathed out. Rae gazed over and saw Danny standing a few feet away, taking in the space around him with a kind of hunger on his face.

“There has to be something around here that I can use,” Danny thought aloud. He shut his eyes and held his hand out in front of him. Jake, Josh, Morgan, and Rae stared at him.

“I think he’s officially lost his mind,” Morgan murmured.

A flash of green tore past them and landed in Danny’s hand, revealing a crisp and healthy oak tree leaf. Danny studied the leaf with relief and closed his eyes again. Some kind of root flew from the dark depths of the cave into his hand, alongside other elements of the natural world.

“No fucking way,” Jake gaped at Danny as he started to combine the ingredients in front of him with his mind. “I thought you were human.”

“This cave must be another entrance back home,” Danny ignored Jake’s revelation as he continued to work. “I couldn’t do jack shit out in the snow for some reason, but here I’m back to normal, thank god.”

They continued to watch in awe as the roots were grounded to a fine powder and mixed in the air in a beautiful flurry of colors with the oak leaves. Danny summoned a slab of stone, which flew beneath the concoction, and served as a platter for the mixture. The slab flew into Danny’s hands and he held it out to Rae.

“Put this on your arm,” he told her. “It should help.”

Rae had no clue what the fuck was going on, but that was nothing new. She dipped her fingers into the warm paste and removed the jacket from her arm. After a brief pause gaping at her injury, she spread it over the gash. Danny watched her expectantly and his face lit up when her arm started to glow a vibrant green hue, the light seeping into her cut. Rae gawked at her arm and realized that the pain had instantly subsided. Within seconds, the green light dimmed and Rae’s arm was visible again, entirely unscathed.

“He’s a witch,” Jake laughed to himself. “I should have known.”

“The fact that you didn’t know means the spell I cast to mask my scent worked,” Danny looked to Jake with a smile. He then held the slab of stone out in front of Morgan and nodded at his shoulder. “Patch yourself up, dude.”

“Can I use some of that too?” Josh asked, watching Danny carefully like he wasn’t entirely sure that he trusted him anymore.

“Help yourself. Don’t worry, there’s no garlic in there.”

That seemed to be exactly what Josh was waiting to hear, because he stepped closer to the healing potion and gathered some for himself to use on his injuries.

“I can’t tell you how aggravating it was to be out there, entirely powerless, trying to fend for myself. I felt so small, so shrunken down, that it seemed only natural that I would wither away.”

“But now you’re back,” Jake told him with a smile.

“Thank goodness,” Danny smiled back.

The potion worked fast to rejuvenate the group and, in no time, they were ready to travel deeper into the cave to rescue Sam, help Karen and Kelly, and then get the hell out of dodge. They were all feeling more optimistic, especially with Danny’s secret uncovered, and it seemed like things might finally be moving in the right direction. They took their first steps towards the dark expanse of the cave, and then heard a snarl from behind them.

Rae instinctually shut her eyes in fear, but then gained the courage to slowly turn around.

The monster was right behind them, his talons out and sharp, ready to strike.

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hi! do u have any wips besides iwtywmm

hi lovely!! and yes i do!!

there’s the overprotective james series, i’ve talked about it quite a lot and shared a few snippets, so i’ll leave the tag so u can browse through it if ur interested <3 the first three parts should be posted soon-ish, but depends on my job really, bc it has gotten awfully busy lately😭

i also have the fucked up road trip fic?? which is still in the outlining phase!! pretty sure i’ve talked about it too.. but i don’t even know if i tagged it SIGH ur free to ask about it if ur curious tho

then there’s making ghosts obviously, my current big project and a wip that i’ve been posting!! it should’ve been updated a couple of weeks ago but . iwtywmm distracted me + work has been killing me (the new ch is already halfway written tho)

the sequel of all the violence + the interlude

and i also have a vague idea for a pandalily fame au one shot that i really really wanna write, but it’s not a priority rn

finally i have two ideas for two different aus but i’m still not sure i’m gonna end up writing them so . i won’t get into any detail just in case!!!

god this is so messy.. sorry lovely, i’m still at work and i’m exhausted, my brain isn’t functioning properly. but !! thank u for the question <333

#anons #asks #fic: overprotective james #fic: making ghosts

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interlude: does anyone know where the love of god goes? | joel miller

pairing/AU: joel miller x female!reader – post breakout & no ellie AU

summary: a dark shadow lurks in the woods, searching for his angel.

warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni!!! canon-typical violence, age gap (reader is mid to late twenties), dark content, swearing, guns, some tags are left out to avoid spoilers, no use of y/n

a/n: the plan for this series was always three parts, but then i got this small idea for an interlude that i really wanted to include so here it is <3 this is a little different but i hope it's enjoyable still! happy reading <3

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The snow moaned with each step he took. The muscles in his shoulders ached from the strap of his gun where it gnawed, and his arms were tired from carrying it around all day. On top of that he was cold. His fingers felt like icicles wrapped around the trigger.

Why was it always so fucking cold, Adam wondered.

The woods had started to grow dark around him as a crow played hide and seek between the trees. It had followed him all day. Back and forth he’d walked – on lookout, always ready. For what, he didn’t know, they hadn’t seen anything or anyone since they came upon the cabin.

How he wished to be back there right now. Back in the warmth with a warm meal in his belly.

He looked to the sky with disinterest. Over the treetops twilight deepened into a deep purple, like the color of an old bruise faded to black.

Nothing. No one.

The wind moved and cut right through him, down to the bone, and Adam started to wonder about when the last time he’d felt truly warm had been. The fire, maybe? When the curtains caught fire, it hadn’t taken long before the whole house was aflame.

Something deep inside him shrunk each time he recalled that day. Jonah had barked his hoarse voice at him. Orders, orders, orders. Do this, kill them, kill them all, and take what’s of value.

It had started to get old long before that night, and Adam couldn’t find a reason for why he followed the guys and Jonah anymore. The constant traveling was harsh and hard, especially in winter, with no place to settle for longer than a week at a time, killing and raiding whatever and whoever they came across. Maybe in the beginning it had been worth it, back all those years ago when Adam had felt like he’d had something to prove, something to prove to Jonah, to show his potential, a potential to lead.

But no, it had been years and Adam was always stuck on fucking scout duty. He hated scout duty.

He hated Jonah, too.

Adam wondered what he’d done to that girl. That bitch deserved to get put in her place, that’s for sure– she’d almost given him a speed ticket to hell if she’d been a good shot. She’d ran down the stairs while waving a loaded revolver around, sent most of the rounds into the walls. Somehow, he’d managed to grab ahold of the old woman, used her as leverage with his gun pointed to her temple. The bitch had gone dead silent, and Adam had known he had a clean shot had it not been for the old man. He’d been stronger than he’d looked, attacking Barkley, and giving Adam no other choice than to shoot the old woman. Adam could still feel the spray of her warm blood against his face.

Everything after that happened so fast. Adam couldn’t get a clean shot on the old man, and the girl had gone all crazy, shooting bullet after bullet into the floor, and now Barkley’s leg most likely had to be amputated.

If the wound doesn’t get you, the fucking infection will.

The bullets had drawn the rest of the crew to the living room, and soon both the girl and the man had been pressed against the floor with their hands tied behind their backs. Adam don’t know what happened next, too busy raiding the rest of the house for valuables, but somehow Jonah had decided to take the girl with them while they’d left the man for dead in the snow.

Adam felt a shiver run through him at the memories while the wind howled like a hound in his ear.

He should get back.

Wading through the snow, Adam dreamt of summer. His hand around his gun slackened in his grip while he filled his head with thoughts from before. Of long days at the public pool during summer break, the smell of a barbeque and freshly cut grass, of his mother waiting for him on the porch after a long day of running around the neighborhood with supper ready.

In his daydreaming, Adam failed to notice the shadow trailing him, how it kept to the darkness of the forest.

No mother stood ready for him on the porch of the cabin, only Jack on guard duty tonight. He looked as bored as Adam had felt in the forest.

“Did you see anything?” Jack asked as Adam approached him.

“Nah,” Adam shook his head as he walked past Jack up the porch stairs. “I’ll let Jonah know I’m back.”

“He’s with the girl,” Jack told him, “said he didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Adam felt a frown form across his face. Jonah with the girl? Jonah might be a hard son of a bitch, but he’d never laid a hand on a woman for as long as Adam had been a part of the crew. Not that the opportunity hadn’t presented itself… multiple times. Spoils of the raids Adam had taken advantage of time and time again. A man gets tired of his own hand after a while, and nothing beats a tight cunt. At first, Adam had thought Jonah didn’t swing that way, but nothing stays sacred for long in a crew like this, and one night Barkley had told him about Jonah’s wife, and how she’d died. Jonah killed and plundered, set fire to the world, but would never take a woman again as long as it was not his wife. Adam guessed that some things remained sacred, even after death.

A wall of warmth hit Adam as he stepped inside the cabin. The room was stuffy from the heat of the fire and men, and he could already feel drops of sweat bead on his forehead. The men paid him no mind, their chatter loud and obnoxious where they huddled together over bowls of food.

His stomach growled at the sighed, and he quickly served himself a bowl of brown mush simmering away over the flames. Looking down at his bowl, Adam knew he’d kill for something else to eat, something that wasn’t this fucking diarrhea-looking slop.

Looking over at the men where they sat, Adam mulled it over and shook his head He wasn’t in the mood for whatever ‘jokes’ they had for him today. Quietly, he grabbed another bowl of brown and walked down the hall. Curiosity grabbed a hold of him when he passed the door where Jonah kept the girl locked away. The two bowls shook in his hands as he pressed his ear to the door as he held his breath, listening.

He heard a muffled voice, deep, Jonah’s. Adam couldn’t catch the words being spoken behind the door, but he never heard the girl reply. She hadn’t said a word since they dragged her away with them. She’d kicked and screamed, spat out words of ‘how they’d regret this’ and ‘how they’d soon be dead if they didn’t let her go,’ but the fight in her had died out quickly. Adam wished Jonah would put a bullet in her already. She’d shot Barkley– she needed to pay for it, he thought.

The room smelled sweetly of disease. Adam wanted to crack open the window, but Barkley had begged him not to the last time he’d attempted it. He crept closer to the bed where his friend was sleeping, his dark hair sticking wetly to his forehead from sweat.

The infection had taken him now, Adam thought as he sat the bowl on the bed side table. They should take the leg, but he knew they wouldn’t; Barkley was already dead. Adam shook his friend’s shoulder, but he wouldn’t wake, only mumbled words Adam couldn’t understand – the ramblings of fever dreams.

With a sigh, Adam sat down in the chair in the corner. He’d slept in the chair since they found the cabin, watching over Barkley. The guys had teased him about it, but he’d rather sit in a room stuffed in the rot of disease, than pretend to like any of the guys. He let his eyes wander over Barkley as he ate his food.

His friend was dying. His only friend soon to be dead. What would be the point anymore when he’s not there anymore?

He hated everyone else. The praise and promotion he’d expected from Jonah, would never come. Maybe he should just slip out in the night, go about the land himself, find someplace to settle, leave this all behind.

Adam scraped the bowl and sighed. It was a foolish thought. He knew Jonah would come after him. He didn’t tolerate deserters much. You either followed him or swallowed down a bullet.

He had no choice; it was scout duty for Adam.

The snow moaned with each step he took, and the sun failed to make sense. The trees had been eerily silent today, something different in the endless wilderness. Adam moved about his route, back and forth, back and forth. He couldn’t put his finger on it but all day, it was like he was being watched. He’d watched his six, gone off his usual path, went a little deeper than he used to, but Adam had seen nothing but white snow-covered trees.

He waded back the way he’d came as a nervousness ran through him, bubbling under his skin. His grip around his gun tightened and he couldn’t fight the urge to check it again. A heat flushed his cheeks when he saw it was still loaded and ready, just like it had been ten minutes ago.

He was losing it.

Shaking his head, Adam tried to keep himself steady with calming breaths.

In… One… Two… Three… Out… One… Two… Three.

Over him he heard a branch snap, and his heart stopped. His arms worked on instinct, aiming his gun at the sky. An owl flew overhead, cooing in the silence of the forest, and Adam’s hands fell to his side.

A small breathy laugh escaped him. What was wrong with him today?

He continued on his path, kicking snow with each step. The snow had soaked through the cuffs of his jeans, but he’d stopped caring long ago. Then the wind moved, it cut right through him, making the trees rustle like living things. Adam looked up again, catching a glimpse of the sun through the trees as the world slowly darkened around him.

Then, a warm hand clamped over his mouth. He had no time to react before he felt the barrel of a gun against his back.

“Drop the gun,” a gruff voice ordered in his ear, full of authority.

When Adam didn’t move, the gun pressed harder into his back, the metal burning against his spine. If his mouth wasn’t covered he’d probably let out a whine.

“Drop. The. Gun,” the voice repeated, and Adam felt his gun slip from his fingers. He made no move to resist when the man grabbed his hands and twisted them behind his back.

He thought about Barkley, and Jonah, and the men. What did he have to fight for?

Around him the world darkened, it was like the forest came alive, the quietness blooming with sounds. A crow cawing somewhere, and then accompanied by another. The shadows had turned strange, small half-mooned shapes making patterns in the snow.

The man pushed him up against a tree as he tied his hands. The rope he used was thick– no, not rope, it couldn’t be. Adam twisted his hands, fingers dancing along the material. A belt. The man had used his belt to tie him up.

He could just run, wrangle his hands from the man’s grip and run. Adam looked past the tree, gauging his chances through the thick snow–

Bang.

Fuck.

Adam fell to his knees.

Motherfucker.

Blood bubbled in his ears. Blood stained the snow in crimson, pooling out of his left leg. The pain burned and Adam couldn’t figure out where he’d been shot, it was like it could’ve been anywhere in the growing red staining his jeans.

The man grabbed a hold of him, twisting him around and pressed him to the tree trunk. Adam cried out in pain, he couldn’t hold it back, the pulsing in his leg too strong – it beamed up his thigh. The back of his head slammed against the bark, and Adam was forced to look at him.

“Where is she?” the man asked in a calm voice.

Older. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A patchy beard with streaks of grey. He was larger than Adam. Maybe he’d been able to run from him, if he’d not been shot.

Sucking in a shaky breath, Adam tried to calm himself. “Who?” he tried and earned himself a sucker punch – his jaw aching and blood filling up his nostrils.

The man shook his head, “Wrong answer. Where is she?” The void in the man’s eyes made a chill run through Adam; or maybe it was the snow, or the blood pooling out of him.

The man’s grip in his hair tightened as he slammed Adam’s head into the tree bark. The world spun before him, dark as it twisted it into something strange.

Fuck, he was about to die.

“S-she’s alive,” he tried, his voice not louder than a whisper.

“Where?”

Adam sucked in a breath, tried to focus on keeping his eyes open. A clanging sound filled his ears before metal glinted in the strange light. He couldn’t hold back his scream when he felt the knife in his gut.

“Ah! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried, “The cabin– the cabin.”

Over him the man towered and his grip in his hair tightened even more.

“WHAT CABIN!?” he screamed.

Adam clung to life with both hands. The man before him turned into two, and he couldn’t figure out where it hurt the most.

“H-hunting cabin… a-a f-fifteen-minute walk t-that way.” Adam tilted his head in the direction, as much movement he could manage through the grip of his hair.

The man let go of him, and his head fell back against the bark. The world was suddenly brighter again – or was he walking towards the bright light he’d heard so much about?

“S-she’s alive– I-I swear,” he whispered.

“It’s okay…” the man nodded, his voice laced with pity as he stood before him, a giant shadow against the brightening day, arm raised and blade glinting in his hand. “I believe you.”

i hope someone liked this? i'm very curious about what your thoughts for the last part will be, so if you have them please leave a comment, reply or an ask. they are always super welcomed, and they make me super happy <3 other than that, thank you for reading!!

next part -> here!

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