#harry warden fic

[reveseke]

Napping ... Sleepy boy.

E -> Harry Warden/The Miner, My Bloody Valentine. GN reader.

Content; Blood mention but p canon typical tbh. Uhh sleepy.

A/N; I personally headcanon him being a lil antsy about being without his mask. I have a big soft place for this slasher personally and I'd just love to take a nap with him <- just woke up, this is self indulgent so Harry's S/O is written to be smaller than him. Fluffy lil writing exercise thing, not really just rotated this idea enough to write it down.

Napping with Harry Warden, feeling him sneak his arms around your torso and may his masked head on the crook of your neck. He can't really smell you, but you can smell the aroma of the cologne he's wearing, the stuffy coal and the nature on him. Maybe some metallic scent, that most likely is somewhat resembling the scent of blood.

Anxious about taking his gasmask off, so it stays off; it's cold surface making goosebumps spread over your skin but after a while it doesn't bother you anymore. Hearing the steady breathing and feeling his heart thump in your ear, a quiet comforting sound to the fact that you aren't alone.

He's content, having you against him. Your body is warm and smaller to his, someone to grab and move around easily, someone to easily fit in the curve of his own body whenever he wants and decides so. Someone's beating heart against his that he didn't feel disgusted by.

Either, now your clothes are full of coal dust or blood stain markings and hand prints from the hunt of the day. But it doesn't matter... much. What matters right now is that you're just laying your head on Harry's chest and snuggling with the man himself as he either drifts off or keeps awake and vigil while enjoying you being against his body and physically with him.

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

EVERYONE shut up!!!111!!1

It's his day

❤❤happy valentines🖤🖤

[friday-the-400th]

slashers reacting to thier male!s/o using a slingshot to throw tiny candys at them!

haha so i dont know why i wanted to do this but i had a funny idea so lets get to it now i guess...?

bo sinclair 🧢 : -thinks its cute, eats them and shares them with you. -he favorite is probably like caramel or skittles i think. or hard candy like jolly rancher chewies ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ -i think jolly rancher chewies because i think jolly ranchers are sour for some reason, but sweet and tasty at the same time. -shoot it at his head and hes gonna throw it back, i tell you that much. -saves some in a drawer for later usually. -dont let vincent find out or he’ll want some to.

jason voorhees 🪓 : -when you first did it he literally chuckled. he probably wont eat it around you unless your eating it together. -his favorite candy is probably smarties because one time you gave him a box and told him “its because your a smart boy” so it makes him feel happy. -also saves it for when hes done killing people he’ll just sit down and rest. -doesn't eat to much because his mom said not much to candy because he’ll get a tummy ache (his mom is the best) -and he needs to keep his muscles for when intruders come to crystal lake. michael myers 🔪 : -first reaction is smiling, to your surprise. -and he actually really likes candy, its his favorite movie snack so he eats it a lot. -he likes coffee crisp and those rainbow strips. or maybe sour candy. or starburst. -since everyone else says he eats all the cookies, if you have a stash of candy, expect a break in + theft pretty often but if he gets sick from it to many times he’ll promise to cut down on sweets. -secretly a good boy at heart but he just likes candy, its not his fault it tastes so good. harry warden ❤️ : -as soon as you threw it, he almost got confused as to what it was. being stuck in a mine for a while does that to you. -you have to have gotten him to take his mask off first. just like everyone else. -since hes a cannibal, it might take a while to get him used to normal food again. -he might like cinnamon hearts or very sour food, since his taste buds have gotten to used to flesh so it has to be strong to be taste-able. -cinnamon hearts is ironic because his whole killing holiday is valentines day so i bet he also likes those tiny colored heart candys with words on them. the kind you get on valentines day. -shares all his candy with you. this is part one, i’ll do more some other time :)

[kingfranpetty]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Friday the 13th Series (Movies), A Nightmare on Elm Street (Movies 1984-1994), Scream (Movies), Halloween (Movies 1978-2002), My Bloody Valentine (1981) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Voorhees/Original Female Character(s), Freddy Krueger/Original Female Character(s), Ghostface (Scream)/Original Female Character(s), Michael Myers/Original Female Character(s), Axel Palmer/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Ghostface (Scream), Michael Myers, Axel Palmer Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Original Character-centric, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Serial Killers, Murderers, Implied Sexual Content, Sex, Horror, Stripping, Disfigurement, Stalking, Original Female Character is Slasher Fucker Summary:

Gentle Bones aims to be with every slasher.

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 6 (Dubcon)

Harry Warden x Reader (NSFW)

(773 Words)

Summary: Whatever happens in the mines, stays in the mines

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, EXTREMELY dubious consent (like seriously), dead dove do not eat, descriptions of violence, guilt, confusing and shameful feelings, reader is a little delirious from the mining fumes, fear play (kinda), penetrative sex, Harry Warden being scary, coming on clothes, pickaxe threats

Notes: this one was a little tough to write, but I’m proud of how it turned out :) I’m starting to near the ���oh man, I’m running out of inspo” phase, but fuck it we ball, we’ll push through LMAO enjoy the fic!!!

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There was no time to catch your breath. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been running and you didn’t know where you could even go. These mines were like a labyrinth. The air became lighter the further down you ran. Exhaustion and gradual decrease of oxygen quality makes for a deadly duo, but you couldn’t think about that now. All your friends were dead- at least, that’s what you’ve begun to accept. Reaching another dead end in front of you, the heavy footsteps of the murderous miner pounded in the distance.

Back against the wall, you sink to your feet, feeling utterly helpless. Around the corner of the darkened mineshaft, Harry Warden- the urban legend of the town, stalks into view.

As he creeps closer, his bloodied pickaxe comes into view. You remember just an hour ago, how it swung into skulls of your peers. The screams ring out in your brain. The image of the light leaving their eyes as blood and organs pool around you is forever etched in your memory.

You feel yourself being lifted off your feet, the collar of your shirt crumpled between his gloved hands. You can’t see anything at all behind the vacant, blacked out eyes of his dust mask. The wind is knocked out of you as he slams you against the jagged walls of the tunnel. You’re forced to deeply inhale the noxious fumes of the mine, making your brain go hazy as the miner’s hands grip onto your waist, traveling under your shirt.

You let out a soft gasp that weren’t entirely sure was out of fear or arousal. You’ve been running in these mines for so long, you didn’t know what to feel anymore. On one hand, you felt scared, alone, traumatized- definitely in need of some therapy after a situation as dire as this, wanting nothing more than to push him off you and run out of the tunnels. On the other hand, you were feeling utterly amorous as you allowed yourself to get felt up and groped by a pickaxe-wielding maniac, morbidly curious to see how far you were willing to go.

Your brain was running itself completely ragged. You didn’t know what you wanted anymore. Maybe the poor air quality and fumes were messing with your head- scrambling the terror and confusion and adrenaline and lust that were fighting over how your body should be reacting.

You could hear heavy grunts and muffled breathing through his mask. He was impossibly close to you, the heat of each other making the already compact mining tunnels feel like a pressure cooker. The unintentional (or was it?) friction from one another distracted you from your thoughts. It didn’t feel right to enjoy this, especially after witnessing something so violent and grotesque, but that didn’t matter once Harry Warden unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock.

As you felt your pants being forced down, you attempt to push off the walls, but are met with his pickaxe- dripping with that fresh crimson, to the side of your neck.

You stare at him, terrified, yet exceedingly desperate. “I don’t want to die.” You whisper.

Harry reels back, swinging the pickaxe. You violently flinch, shrieking in terror as the pickaxe is wedged into the wall beside you. Before giving you any time to settle from the fear, Harry Warden pushes himself inside you, dripping and eager.

You wail in ecstasy as his cock pumps into you so quickly. You grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. The strangled groans from inside his mask burrow their way into your mind, mingling with the screams and pleading from your friends being violently murdered. It scared you to know how aroused you were. Your friends were dead and here you were, getting fucked stupid by the man who killed them. And you liked it.

Your orgasm crashes into you, powerfully and unexpectedly. You shudder around the miner, who sloppily continues to thrust into you, not far behind in his own release. You could now add cum to the blood and dust that stained your clothes as he shoots his load onto you.

Your tainted clothes were the least of your problems now compared to your tainted mind. The thought of what just happened finally begins to sink it. You weren’t scared or disgusted, but were more so scared and disgusted at the fact that you didn’t feel like that at all. You didn’t know what would happen next, but there was one thing that you would continue to tell yourself for as long as you had left to live: Whatever happens in the mines, stays in the mines.

[merakiui]

okay I nommed on the nerb floyb fic so hard but also it got me thinking of the potential of co-ed nrc au…

because I imagine that in co-ed nrc, there would be two housewardens for each dorm, yeah? The dorms would be split up into 2, between guys and gals, with one house warden for each? so imagiiiiine

Riddle is still house warden for the bois, but MC is house warden for the gorls. And there’s rules Harry Potter style of no bois in gorls side and vice versa, they meet in the lounge and open areas, but the rooms are off limits. But Riddle finds that particular rule more difficult to follow than the others…

and the potential for for for interhouse housewarden romances!!! A house warden falling in love with the housewarden from another dorm!!! Leona falling for a pesky Heartslabyul housewarden! Or similarly, Riddle falling for a rough Savanaclaw housewarden…..

I just think there are a lot of possibilities so Ty for the inspo 👉👈

AAAA YES!!!! I love the idea of co-ed NRC with two Housewardens per dorm. Hehe thoughts of guys trying to sneak into the girls' dorm and vice-versa. Riddle and Reader constantly having to return a student they caught sneaking about, both of them strictly enforcing the rules, and yet they're the same ones who are just as eager to break them when it's late at night. Both of you being kept up because of studying and deciding to meet up in the other's room........ hehe secret meetings. <3

And the romances and drama between Housewardens!!! That's so fun. >w< imagine being Housewarden of [insert dorm here] and all of the others are gossiping because they saw you with another Housewarden and things didn't seem strictly academic. >:) imagine Leona falling for the Diasomnia Housewarden, much to Malleus's dismay. Mal who has been trying his best to court you and show just how much he adores you, and then there's Leona casually talking to you because you're one of the few Diasomnia students he actually likes and tolerates. AAAAAAAAA OTL

Or rivalries between dorms!!!! I love the idea of co-ed NRC,,, there's just so much to imagine!!!

[nimbusghoul]

My Slash-Ember Masterlist!!

october of slash-ember starts today.

november and december are still open for requests

This is the slash-ember master list♥️

☁️is for fluff

🔥is for smut

it goes fluff-smut-fluff-smut basis

Here’s october: (may make some changes idk)

15th - Carrie x Fem!Reader - Halloween Party ☁️

16th - Billy Loomis x AFAB!Reader - AfterParty 🔥

17th - Sinclairs(Bo, Vincent) x Reader - Sinclair Sandwich? ☁️

18th - Jennifer Check x AFAB!Reader - God You’re Butch. 🔥

19th - Pennywise x Reader - Sugar Crash ☁️

20th - Jason Voorhees x Petite!AFAB!Reader - Tight Fit 🔥

21st - Pinhead x Reader - Videos Games?☁️

22nd - Stu x AFAB!Reader - “Study” Meet. Okay. Sure.🔥

23rd - Jill Robert’s x Reader - Insomnia Snacks☁️

24th - Daniel Robatile(The Candyman) x AFAB!Reader - The Buzz🔥(hehe see what i did there? yeah okay ill leave sorry)

25th - Tiffany Valentine x Reader - Dolled Up☁️

26th - Thomas Hewitt x AFAB!Reader - New Bounds🔥

27th - Harry Warden x Reader - Washing Up☁️

28th - Bubba Sawyer x AFAB!Reader - New Views, New Experiences 🔥

29th - Dennis Crim x Reader - Allergen Affection ☁️

30th - Billy Lenz x Plus Size!AFAB!Reader - Needy, Needy, Needy… 🔥(this was purely self indulgent writing)

31st - Brahms Heelshire x Reader - Sick Day☁️

NOVEMBER.

1st - Open Slot🔥

2nd - Open Slot☁️

3rd - Open Slot🔥

4th - Open Slot☁️

5th - Open Slot🔥

6th - Open Slot☁️

7th - Open Slot🔥

8th- Open Slot☁️

9th - Open Slot🔥

10th - Open Slot☁️

11th - Open Slot🔥

12th - Open Slot☁️

13th - Open Slot🔥

14th - Open Slot☁️

15th - Open Slot🔥

16th - Open Slot☁️

17th - Open Slot🔥

18th - Open Slot☁️

19th - Open Slot🔥

20th - Open Slot☁️

21st - Open Slot🔥

22nd - Open Slot☁️

23rd - Open Slot🔥

24th - Open Slot☁️

25th - Open Slot🔥

26th - Open Slot☁️

27th - Open Slot🔥

28th - Open Slot☁️

29th - Open Slot🔥

30th - Open Slot☁️

DECEMBER.

1st - Open Slot🔥

2nd - Open Slot☁️

3rd - Open Slot🔥

4th - Open Slot☁️

5th - Open Slot🔥

6th - Open Slot☁️

7th - Open Slot🔥

8th - Open Slot☁️

9th - Open Slot🔥

10th - Open Slot☁️

11th - Open Slot🔥

12th - Open Slot☁️

13th - Open Slot🔥

14th - Open Slot☁️

15th - Open Slot🔥

16th - Open Slot☁️

17th - Open Slot🔥

18th - Open Slot☁️

19th - Open Slot🔥

20th - Open Slot☁️

21st - Open Slot🔥

22nd - Open Slot☁️

23rd - Open Slot🔥

24th - Open Slot☁️

25th - Open Slot🔥

26th - Open Slot☁️

27th - Open Slot🔥

28th - Open Slot☁️

29th - Open Slot🔥

30th - Open Slot☁️

31st - Open Slot🔥

Feel free to dm me or ask, any asks of slashers will go strictly in here. depending on their criteria is where they will go on the days.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Fictober Seasonal Menu:

This is were you will find all the Fictober fics in one compact place. Pick what you would like to order whether it be a cold apple cider to cool down after a long day, or a pumpkin spice latte to warm yourself up on those cold fall nights. We also serve two types of season pastry to go along with your choice of drink. Each item corresponds with one of the weeks of Fictober, The key is as follows: Apple Ciders: Your general fluffy basic fics (Some do have a bit of a spicey kick to them), Days 1-7. Pumpkin Spice Lattes: Smut, smut and more smut, Days 8-14. Apple Crumbles: Nsfw Alphabets, Days 15-22

Apple Ciders: Days 1-7

Day 1: Corey Cunningham

Day 2: Thomas Hewitt

Day 3: Billy and Stu (Poly)

Day 4: Lester Sinclair

Day 5: Rusty Nail

Day 6: Nubbins Sawyer

Day 7: The Lost Boys (Poly)

Pumpkin Spice Lattes: Days 8-14

Day 8: Vincent Sinclair

Day 9: Chop-Top Sawyer

Day 10: Johnny Slaughter

Day 11: Billy and Stu (Poly) Part 2

Day 12: Otis Driftwood

Day 13: Hellboy

Day 14: Mark Hoffman

Apple Crumbles: Days 15-22

Day 15: Bo Sinclair NSFW Alphabet

Day 16: Charles Lee Ray NSFW Alphabet

Day 17: Jack Torrance NSFW Alphabet

Day 18: Harry Warden NSFW Alphabet

Day 19: Brahms Heelshire NSFW Alphabet

Day 20: Rz Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet

Day 21: Billy Lenz NSFW Alphabet

Day 22: Billy Loomis NSFW Alphabet

[tigereyes45]

Today (Oct. 16th) is my 26th birthday!

As many who have been following me for at least a year now know, I always open my asks to writing prompts from everyone to celebrate my birthday.

This year I'll be accepting requests from October 16th - October 23rd. (My hand has been sore due to a bee sting so this post is a little late. As a result me accepting requests will last a little longer than typical this year.)

As always you can send as many prompts/requests as you want, for any fandoms/characters/ships/etc. Under the Keep Reading there will be a list of the fandoms I am the most into at this moment in time. As far as shipping goes I'm a multi-shipper and enjoy most ship(s)/ship dynamics. I'll only write smut for the listed star trek shows. My inbox is open and anon is on.

The list includes my current favorite fandoms/shows/ships/characters. However you can also make requests for ships/people/and shows not on the list. So here's what I'm most into writing at the moment:

Star Trek TOS (Mcspirk, Uhotty (uhura x scotty), Chulu)

Star Trek AOS (Mcspirk)

Star Trek Lower Decks (Mariner, T'lyn, Tendi, Rutherford and basically any ship of the core four or any of them plus T'lyn)

Star Trek Voayger (Especially Janeway x Tuvok, Mark x Janeway x Tuvok x t'Pel, T'pel x tuvok x Janeway, and B'Elanna x Tom x Harry)

Star Trek Ds9 (they are such a polycule, in so many shapes and forms, my favorite characters are jadzia, kira, odo, Ben Sisko.)

Star Trek Enterprise ( Trip x Archer, Archer x T'pol x Trip, Mayweather x Hoshi)

Star Wars (Ahsoka, Hera, Kalluzeb, Kanera, Plo Koon, Captain Rex)

Red vs Blue ( I will never not be a grimmons fan though all the other ships are fun too! Not to mention any gen fic of any of these characters is always a blast to write!)

Fire Emblem Awakening (Kellam, Yarne x Lucina, Morgan x Nah)

Fire Emblem Fates (Siegbert)

Fire Emblem 3 Houses (Claude, Raphael, Marianne, Byleth)

The Walking Dead Game (Clementine, Violet, Louis, Lee, Kenny, Nick)

RWBY (Nuts and dolts, Nora, Ren, and Sugar rush)

Mass Effect (shakarian, tail x shepard x garrus, kandros x ryder, vetra x ryder, jaal x vetra, jaal x vetra x ryder)

The Librarians (Cassandra, Jenkins, Fleve)

Merlin (Merwaine my love)

Dragon Age (All games/books, I adore Sten, Shale, Warden Surana, and Varric x Hawke)

Tales of Arcadia (Blinky x Aaarrrgghh, Draal, Barbara)

Fallout (tv series)

Fallout 4

Critical Role (I like campaign 2 the best, Caduceus. Veth, and Caleb)

TMNT (all versions)

[hellpmeimobsessed]

How do the slashers react to finding a lost child?

(Child is around 5-6 years old, gender-neutral they/them pronouns are used, no description is given for the child)

Fic includes: Albert Wesker, Asa Emory/The Collector, Brahms Heelshire, Bo, Vincent, and Lester Sinclair, Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, and Drayton Sawyer, Ghostface, Hannibal Lecter, Harry Warden, Jason Voorhees, Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster, Karl Heisenberg, Michael Myers, Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik, Stefano Valentini, and Tommy Hewitt.

Albert Wesker:

Wesker has one of two reactions based on the child’s demeanor; if they’re unruly, wild, and not well-behaved or loud, it’s disgust and disdain. Not at the child, they’re not to blame, they’re still learning, after all. No, it’s at the parents and their lack of proper teaching and responsibility. He’ll take the child to the nearest safe point or just hand them over to Chris or any other survivor he comes across and that will be that.

If the child is well-mannered, curious, and quiet, he views them as a potential apprentice. He could keep the child and raise them himself. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He’s handled more stressful scenarios. He was wrong, but he will still do his best if no one is looking for or claims the child. Surprisingly actually an excellent parental figure, political and ethnic cleansing opinions aside.

Asa Emory/The Collector:

Oh no there’s a child. Why was there a child, and how did they get in? He gets to them as quickly as he can and makes a game out of the mandatory traps to get out of that area, showing them the way or simply picking them up and making his way through with them. He can’t let the kid go since they snatched his mask out of curiosity and now knows what he looks like and where he is, so he supposes he has a child now. If there are victims going through the place he drops them off with his favorite and keeps a close eye on said victims to make sure they don’t reach them. If not, he takes them straight to his home and puts them to bed, locking the door behind him.

Brahms Heelshire:

The Heelshire manor had always housed one child; him. Does not take kindly to another suddenly letting themselves in and does his utmost to frighten the child out of the house. If they leave, he doesn’t feel bad in the slightest. But if they’re stubborn and have no place left to go, he will begin to feel bad about it. The child may wake up with a blanket over them that they did not go to bed with. There might be sandwiches left on the counter with a note attached letting them know it’s for them and to apologize for scaring them. Maybe they could be friends?

Bo, Vincent, and Lester Sinclair:

Lester disturbs everyone’s peace when he finds the kid apparently dumped by their parents on the side of the road. He bursts into Bo’s shop and hollers about how he found them, filled with rage and going on about how anyone could do that to their kid, especially in the middle of summer! Bo stands with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised in shock as his younger brother goes on and on, then finally stops his rambling.

“And now the kid’s in the truck with the windows up in the middle of summer while you rant and rave about ‘em?!”

Bo and Lester disturb Vincent who was working in the basement of the house by practically kicking in the door and fussing over the kid while Bo shouts for Vincent to come upstairs.

They spend far too long trying to figure out what to do with the kid as they play with Vincent and Bo’s old toys, Lester on the ground half playing with them, half discussing with his brothers. They finally come to the conclusion that they can’t do anything besides take the kid in themselves. They’re not the best role models, but they do their utmost. Bo even quits smoking.

Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, and Drayton Sawyer:

Panicking, panicking, panicking! Why didn’t these people tell anyone they had a kid with them?! The kid is currently clinging onto Bubba’s apron quietly watching the chaos while Bubba squeals and babbles frantically while Drayton’s shouting at him to shut up, and Chop Top and Nubbins are trying to sneak up to the kid and distract them. They finally come to terms with the fact they have a new family member now. If the parent confronts them about how they’re their child, no they aren’t. Finders keepers, and besides, they named them so now they’re attached. Bubba is also very protective of them, and Chop Top and Nubbins are the fun uncles.

Ghostface:

Oh shit, that’s a whole child. That someone has locked out of the house he’s currently trying to get into, for his own personal reasons. Tells the kid to hold tight, he’s gonna do something and be right back. Gets in the house and does his thing, comes back out and picks up the kid making sure they can’t see inside the house and takes them to his house instead. Calls the cops and reports the murder claiming the kid was the only survivor because he saved them, meanwhile the child is sitting next to him playing peek-a-boo with his mask.

Hannibal Lecter:

Who’s child is this and why are they unattended at the airport? Shakes his head and asks the child if they know who or where their parents are, and when they nod he picks them up places them on his hip, and walks them to security, thinking the whole time how their only saving grace is that they’re parents to this well-behaved child. Once the child is safe, he resumes his usual business.

Harry Warden:

Oh my god, why is there a child in the mines? Who did this? Much like Bubba, he’s panicking, albeit internally. He leads them out to safety and makes sure they’re found and safe. If they have nowhere to go and try to beg him to let them stay, it’s a no either way. He’ll scruff them and carry them out to the exit if he has to, and will repeat this as many times as necessary to get the message across. He’s patient.

Jason Voorhees:

There’s a child lost at the camp. The councilors are losing their minds trying to find them. He wishes they put that much effort into him, forgets the councilors, and starts looking too. He finds the child a short while later in an old forgotten canoe far away from the water in the woods, curled up sleeping with their arms wrapped tightly around them. He knows they’re going to die if they stay out there, so he very carefully scoops them up, careful not to wake them, and brings them to a chair outside a cabin, making sure not to be seen as he pats their head and walks away.

Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster:

… Why the hell is there a child in this trial? Curses and is split on what to do. On one hand, he would like to continue this trail, and on the other hand, there is a child right in front of him staring at him in wonder. He hides the kid, tells them to stay put and that he’ll be back for them, and hopes they listen. If they listened, he breathes a sigh of relief, admittedly having rushed the trial so he could get back to them. If they didn’t, he panics for a small amount of time before shrugging it off and assuming one of the survivors found them. Not the strongest parental instincts, but he does worry a little about them.

Karl Heisenberg:

Freaks out. Absolutely freaks out. Not at the kid, at the scenario. There’s a small child in his factory with Sturm wandering about and around a hundred dangerous pieces of machinery, sharp objects, and all manners of OSHA violations, not to mention the rust on everything! He scoops the kid up keeping them on his hip and marches straight to his sisters with no shame or hesitance. He doesn’t care what Donna or Alcina think of him, they’re the women, more importantly, Alcina is a mother of three, and he needs help, now. He begs one of them to babysit just for a little bit while he baby-proofs the factory to the best of his ability. Why doesn’t he just leave the kid with them, you might ask? Because he’s not letting Miranda get her hands on this one. He will hide them at all costs and take care of them. They’re not ending up like him and his ‘siblings’.

Michael Myers:

There’s a child in his house. Why is there a child in his house? He doesn’t exactly care why or how, he’s just initially confused. Makes mock charges and attempts to kill the kid, entirely for the purpose of scaring them away. If they catch on and won’t budge, he’ll grab them by their shirt and toss them out himself. If the kid’s stubborn or they have nowhere else to go, he begrudgingly accepts the fact that he has a new roommate. They’ll leave eventually. Right?

Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik:

Older brother mode activated. This kid isn’t Leslie and therefore he has no real use for them. Shows them around the manor, assigning them his old room for them to sleep in, and he keeps them safe from harm. If Sebastian catches him with the kid and questions why he’s taking care of them unlike how he treats Leslie or anyone else, he simply shrugs. He doesn’t even know why he’s doing it, or how they even got there. Just feels right.

Stefano Valentini:

For once actually tries to hide his art. The kid was walking into the room which housed his latest creation, Obscura, and he needed to stop them and quickly. Teleports a fair distance away so he doesn’t scare them and attempts to distract them with questions like where their parents were, how old were they, and what’s their favorite color. He takes hold of their hand and walks them to where Lily is being kept. He supervises them for a little, grimacing at Sebastian’s persistent and destructive efforts to gain his attention, and when he’s sure they get along and are fine for a little while, he leaves to take care of some things. Sebastian is quite shocked when it’s not just Lily he finds.

Tommy Hewitt:

Stands still as a statue as he processes the kid’s presence and tries not to scare them with his intimidating size, gaze, and mask. When the kid is unbothered by any of it, simply asking where their parents were, he picks them up and puts them on his shoulders, taking them straight to Luda Mae who fusses over them while Tommy and her keep Hoyt away from them. Luda and Tommy happily welcome the newest member of the family.

[gvtted-ratz]

>request/idea rules<

requests: open

>marvel<

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

>horror/thriller<

slashers/antagonists

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), lester sinclair (house of wax), vincent sinclair (house of wax), mark hoffman (saw 4/5), lawrance gordan (saw 2004), hannibal lecter (nbc hannibal), will graham (nbc hannibal)

final/”good” guys

arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones (house of wax), peter strahm (saw 4/5), adam faulkner stanheight (saw 2004), david radford (saw 0.5)

>games<

error 143

micah yujin

john doe +

john doe

duskwood 

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

killer frequency

forrest nash, henry barrow

the price of flesh

machaete, thomas (tom), jackal (jack/dean), derek goffard, matt goffard, mason heiral, dragon (jace/jason), komodo (mike/michael), the announcer (fox/ren hana)

that's not my neighbour 

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy), teutates taranis, abducius morail, yog sothoth

studio investigrave games

rody lamoree, vincent charbonneau, protagonist, co-worker, normal guy, fake protag, fake co-worker

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

>tv/movies/web-series<

the batman (2022)

the riddler/edward nashton

 there will be blood (2007)

eli sunday

marble hornets (2009-2014)

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

>will not do<

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• age regression

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character) - this includes childhood friend AUs

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

> can/will do<

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• past self-harm

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, inhuman reader (this includes monster, alien, divine etc.)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

[6lostgirl6]

My Bloody Valentine Masterlist

Info: In my works, Tom Hanniger and Harry Warden are treated as seperate personalities as demonstrated in the movie.

Tom Hanniger

Fics:

Headcanons:

Imagines/Scenarios:

Harry Warden

Fics:

Headcanons:

SFW Alphabet - G/n!Reader

Imagines/Scenarios:

[rayshippouuchiha]

There are a lot of fanfics that talk about how Dementors are a cruel and torturous punishment, and I can't help but think well what else they are supposed to do? I'm pretty sure the only thing that can, for lack of a better word "hurt" dementors is the patronus charm which is a hard spell to cast and even harder in the presence of a dementor. So they need to keep them somewhere, and I'm honestly not sure if anything can keep them trapped. Having them stay in Azkaban means the ministry doesn't have to pay many if any guards, the dementors get to eat without being attacked by wizards, and most members of the Wizarding world are less likely to commit crimes if it means there's a chance they'd get up close and personal with a dementor. Nuclear deterrent, I think?

So every time I see a fic where someone complains about Azkaban, I'm just here like: "WHAT ELSE ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO DO??"

I think it comes down to the issue of whether or not it's okay for a government to weaponize creatures whose only purpose is to cause misery and who have no true loyalty to said government.

Because yes dementors are horrible and hard to fight/protect against, and yes having dementors willingly confined to one area far from the common people is a more "comfortable" solution and even saves the government money, but does that give the government the right to basically feed prisoners to them?

Would this same thing be justifiable if dementors were replaced with vampires? Or would that be considered unjust because vampires feed in a physical sense and dementors in a spiritual?

Either way, by using the dementors as guards the government has basically weaponized fear.

We even have the perfect canon example in Sirius that innocent people were locked up in Azkaban before and the perfect canon example as to how uncontrollable dementors are when they set their attention on someone given how they went after Harry.

The system under which Azkaban operates is unjust in a number of ways and the dementors add to that. Prisoners are routinely driven mad or outright die due to the conditions of the prison and over-exposure to dementors. There is little to no true room for prisoners to redeem themselves or learn from their mistakes, they either leave traumatized or dead.

If Azkaban is being used to keep dementors away from the common populace then wouldn't it make sense for there to be at least an attempt at wards to keep them all in/out? Wouldn't it be more reasonable for Hogwarts to routinely at least attempt to teach the patronus to say sixth and seventh years as a precaution?

Is Azkaban really a solution when dementors can, will, and have deserted to join up with someone like Voldemort because it allows them free reign to feed?

Just, when the government's response to a creature that does nothing but spread misery and can literally eat souls is to turn them into wardens and executioners instead of teaching the people how to combat/protect themselves against said creature then you don't trust the fucking government.

[ihatethis1234]

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You can call me kai, vex or vexian, Kurt my pronouns are he/him, I'm a trans gay guy, my favorite song is in-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly my favorite animal is a raccoons I'm a fan of ghost, rammenstien, queen, pink Floyd, the beatles, rob Zombie, alice cooper, misfits, bon jovi, mindless self indulgence, insane clown posse, and system of a down.

My favorite movies include, black christmas, Halloween, friday the 13th, house of a thousand corpses, scream, the boy, and Texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2.

I am local to the Ohio area so my time zone is est/ eastern Standard time.

My favorite characters are choptop Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, nubbins sawyer, micheal myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy lenz, Billy Loomis, and brahms heelshire.

My Spotify is 𝓥𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷 you can copy it and search it in Spotify

I'm a Satanist

I am learning to speak german

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{Charaters}~

Alejandro -Cod

Argyle - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove -Stranger Things

Billy Lenz -Black Christmas

Billy Loomis -Scream

Bo Sinclair - house of wax

Brahms Heelshire -The Boy

Bubba sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre

Captain Spaulding-House Of A Thousand Corpses

ChopTop Sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre 2

Corey Cunningham-Halloween Ends

Drayton Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Gaz -Cod

Geralt - The Witcher

Ghost - Cod

Harry Warden - My Bloody Valentine

Jack in the box mascot - it obvious where he's from.

Jareth The Goblin King - Labyrinth

Jason Voorhees -Friday The 13Th

Jhon Price -Cod

könig -Cod

Lester -house of wax

Micheal Myers -Halloween

Nubbins Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre

Otis Driftwood -House Of A Thousand Corpses

Secoundo - Ghost

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Thomas Hewitt -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre The Beginning

Vincent Sinclair - house of wax

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. Comfort

. Horror

{Smut dos}

. The characters on the list above

. Slow build

. Porn with plot

. Sub reader

. Survice Sub reader

. Male reader

. Cis male reader

. Trans male reader (ftm)

{Kinks i absolutely write for}

. Blood kinks

. BDSM

. Bondage

. Choking

. Overstim

. Edging

. Anything rough (minus rape)

. Body worship

. Sex to music (idk what it's called)

. Foreplay

. Knife play (non traumatic)

. Gun play (non traumatic)

. Size kink

. Masochic

. Sadistic

. Crying (non forced way)

. Mutual masturbation

. Soft sex

. Soft Dom characters allowed

. After care

. No after cares allowed to

. NSFW ABCs

. Headcanons

{Smut mabeys}

. Forced (as long as content I'd giving at some point)

. Stalking

(unless it's a slasher that does that)

{Smut donts}

. Piss kinks

. Fences kinks

. Feet kinks

. Pedophila

. pro ships

. Charater x character

. Necrophilia

. Death kinks

. Gun play (traumatic)

. Knife play (traumatic)

. Female reader

. Dom reader

. Asking me to write with a character that isn't on the list (goes for all) unless I reply say I will once I watch the series.

. Rape

. Pet play (it makes me uncomfy)

(You can ask me if I will write for a character tho if it's not on the list)

{Fluff/ comfort dos}

. Mental break down comfort

. Cuddling

. Dysphoria comfort

. Motivational

. Nightmare comfort

. After care fic

. Soft head cannons

{Angst dos}

. Readers death (reaction)

. Character death

. Injured

. Fainted

. Arguments

(That's all I can think of rn)

{Horror fics dos}

. Slasher character

. Yandere

. Murder

. Gore

. Kidnapping

. Death

. Killer reader

. Taunting

. Stalking

. 16-30 year old reader (if the reader is 16 there will probably not be smut unless it's like stu or somthing)

. Killer couple

. Ghost reader

I will writer for NonBinary reader 𝑏𝑢𝑡 it may take longer if requested.

Under no circumstances will a write for a female reader I will write ftm but not female

Also all female allied that have a fetish for gay relationships or reader yaoi may NOT  interact with my posts you will be blocked.

Also

DO NOT ASK ME TO WRITE SMUT FOR MINORS!!

-Vexian❤️‍🔥

(Will add new characters as I watch more movies and shows)

[venus-haze]

Battie’s 1-year celebration🔮

July is a year since I started posting fics on here, and I want to spend the month celebrating! Thank y’all so much for your support and kind words over the past year, it means a lot to me🖤

I’m reopening headcanon requests and (limited) fic requests! This will last until either the end of the month or I start feeling overwhelmed lol🫠

Fandoms and guidelines below the cut! Please read carefully before requesting.

Fandoms:

Slashers

Baby Firefly

Bo Sinclair

Candyman/Daniel Robitaille

Chop Top Sawyer

Father Paul Hill

Harry Warden/The Miner

Mickey Altieri!Ghostface

Otis Driftwood

Severen Van Sickle

SPM2!Driller Killer

Thomas Hewitt

Vincent Sinclair

The Boys

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Homelander

Mother’s Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Guidelines:

Only request one character and concept at a time.

Please try to be specific with your request. If your request is too vague, I'll probably ask for more details.

Don’t send your request multiple times. If you’re concerned I haven't received your request, send an ask first.

I will write (this isn’t an exhaustive list, feel free to ask about something that’s not here if you wanna check!)

Yandere

Noncon/dubcon

AUs (depending on the concept)

Generally dark content

NSFW/explicit content

Fluff or angst - I’m going to be really selective because I don’t like watering down fucked up characters 

Plus size reader - I’d prefer not to write about overly insecure plus size readers, just a personal thing

Major character or reader death

Mommy/daddy kink

Breeding kink

F/F pairings

I won’t write (for various reasons, please don’t ask me to elaborate if I haven't):

Incest

Pregnancy or parenthood, unless the character already canonically has child 

Polyamory - I'm not poly, and it's not something I'm personally interested in writing about

Underage/age regression/age play

Piss kink/scat

ABO

Overly specific or descriptive readers - I'm more interested in writing for specific situations

❌ “[Character] reacting to a reader who dresses in coquette/goth/dark academia aesthetic.”

❌ “[Character] with a bimbo reader” 

❌ “[Character] with a reader who’s shorter than them”

Specific mental illnesses or neurodivergency

Original characters (OCs) x canon characters

I'll add onto this as needed! I also may reject requests I don't click with or feel like I'd be able to do well.

I'm willing to try writing M/M pairings (x reader or canon characters), but if I feel like I can't, I'll try redirecting you to another blog with requests open!

[kiyfra]

Chapter 2 of Cryogenic is finished, which means the fic is complete! Can be read here or on AO3. Pokerus AU belongs to @monsoon-of-art.

“Cryonics is regarded with skepticism within the mainstream scientific community. It is generally viewed as a pseudoscience, and its practice has been characterized as quackery.”

 Frigid air burned in Dawn’s lungs as she ran and desperately searched for the river, her only hope of escape from the massive glalie on the prowl. She kept a jittery paranoid watch out for the glaceon that could effortlessly vanish and reappear in the blizzard and listened for Gaeric’s far off caterwauling that seemed to come from all directions.

Everything looked the same through the snow storm with no familiar landmarks to indicate where she was and the ice lands were eerily devoid of pokémon. Dawn could barely see her paws in front of her face and it seemed miraculous her former friends hadn’t caught up to her.

They were sloppy hunters despite the hunger and madness that drove them to try to rip her apart. Irida had silently stalked her prey, practically invisible in the blizzard, the only giveaway having been her red headpiece.

The warning from the crimson crown had given Dawn only a moments notice to turn tail and run, with the former Pearl Clan leader barking and snapping at her heels as the dewott sprinted on all fours. It had only been a wet, chesty cough forcing Irida to slow down to periodically hack up a lung that prevented her from catching up to her quarry.

It was a well practiced routine for Dawn at this point, this run from the mad wardens and their leaders, but the Alabaster Icelands during a blizzard was one of the worst places to find herself being pursued. The vast white tundra left her with very few places to hide and there were no bodies of water to dive into for a quick escape, aside from Lake Acuity and the river near Heart’s Crag.

Dawn relied on these aquatic getaways for safe exploration and took care not to stray too far away from them during her expeditions. She hadn’t understood Iscan’s insistence on learning how to swim at the time, but she certainly appreciated his wisdom now.

It had only been a short distance upstream to the temple and despite knowing the two icy predators were in the area, she didn’t think she needed to call Lord Braviary, like an idiot.

Irida used the cover of the storm to slip between Dawn and the stream completely undetected. She had chased Dawn straight towards the glalie that had been waiting silently in ambush and preparing an icy blast, the sheer cold of which would have frozen her instantly. Starvation had evidently driven Gaeric to impatience because he had sprung the trap far too early, missing entirely and giving her the chance to run.

Dawn had gotten more lost and turned around as they hunted and harried her across the tundra, shrieking and howling like fools.

They seemed to have lost the trail for the time being, but her reprieve wouldn’t last long. As much as she wanted to sit down until the burning in her lungs stopped and ugly cry her eyes out, she was not out of danger yet and in far from ideal terrain to face them.

Howling winds tore at her flimsy head kerchief and flurries of snow stung her face. It was one of the few times she was grateful for her thick coat of fur, otherwise she would have frozen before Gaeric even reached her.

She had seen the remnants of glalie hunts during her research. The aftermath of the frigid ambush predators was an eerie sight; stumps of ice with leftover blood from the poor creature frozen in place and eaten alive.

That could have been all that was left of her, some blood and flesh stuck to the ice to be picked over by scavengers.

How did this happen? She had been there when Gaeric emerged from his chrysalis as a fully formed glalie, blinking dazedly in the afternoon sun with none of the gathered Pearl folk knowing what to say. His expression was one of bewilderment and grief mixed with embarrassment at being seen in such a state by his clan.

“I-I told you guys you didn’t need to worry about me!”

 It was still the same Gaeric they all knew.

He had looked so sad to Dawn. Maybe she had been a little tactless, but she walked out of the crowd and hugged him, her tiny arms coming nowhere close to wrapping around his massive frame. He resisted at first, looking away abashedly. When she didn’t let up, he accepted and looked like he wanted to cry.

Now she couldn’t see any trace of humanity in the former warden. She had watched all of them gradually succumb to the strange disease and was forced to accept they weren’t really people anymore. But they weren’t pokémon either.

Dawn understood and loved pokémon; she spent her whole life growing up with and working alongside them. She couldn’t understand these mindless beasts hell-bent on eating her.

It was too painful for her to accept they were truly gone. She still held on to the hope that some part of their former selves remained, which was why she was in the Alabaster Icelands in the first place.

Dawn had set out for Snowpoint Temple at Volo’s request, the merchant believing there was likely a plate hidden away somewhere. He promised he would catch up with her, he had just wanted to check something out at the abandoned Pearl Clan settlement first.

When she failed to arrive at the temple, would he go looking for her?

Dawn stumbled and tripped face first into a snow drift, numbly realizing how little feeling she had in her freezing digits. She really needed to find the river before Irida and Gaeric caught up to her. It was her best bet and the water had always been her most reliable means of escape, just so long as Iscan wasn’t lurking beneath the surface.

The girl cried out as she was suddenly yanked out of the snow by her scarf and lifted into the air by a massive set of jaws. She frantically tugged at her neckwear, the end caught between flat teeth arranged into a permanent scowl with frosty breath emanating from behind it.

The glalie had materialized out of the storm without warning. One quick snap from such huge teeth and it would all be over, or he could deliver a frozen blast at point blank.

Dawn struggled to loosen her scarf with paws numb from the cold, dreading to see what he would choose. But most of all, she was tired and wanted to give up. Tired of constantly needing to run for her life and barely avoiding being eaten by people she cared about. Tired of searching for solutions in a wild goose chase all across Hisui and everyone expecting her to be able to solve their problems. The cold and exhaustion had sapped her will, dully noting how anticlimactic of an end this would be.

She faintly wondered if there was any part of the warden left to be horrified. Was he watching this unfold, helpless to do anything?

“Gaeric, please... It’s me!” she pleaded weakly.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight in preparation for the killing blow, hoping it would at least be over quickly. The end never came. She heard him whining and gritting his teeth as the red in his eyes faded.

“Dawn?” His voice was muffled through the fabric he still held between his teeth.

The warden looked down at the girl with a clarity she hadn’t seen in a long time, his mania lifted and mind clear.

It didn’t last long, however. Gaeric made a pained expression and started shaking his head and snarling, not thinking about the tiny dewott being swung carelessly side to side as he struggled to keep his thoughts straight.

Acting fast, she finally managed to loosen the scarf and was flung a few feet away into the snow. Dawn stumbled into a run with a renewed determination, pushing past the exhaustion and numbness in her limbs.

Gaeric and the others were still in there somewhere, waiting to be saved. She couldn’t give up here!

Dawn managed to put some distance between herself and Gaeric before she heard frustrated shrieking from the glalie, once again in the thrall of his madness. He had lost sight of his prey but knew it couldn’t have gone far, searching and howling loudly in a blind rage that never got any further away as she ran. Gaeric was not far behind and could easily catch up to her if she didn’t keep moving. She listened closely for the former warden drawing closer and kept a careful watch for any dark shapes in the blizzard or a telltale red crown.

Dawn would have very little warning if Irida attacked her again. She considered the sharpened shells tied securely in the knotted fur at her waist and wondered if she should grab them for defence. Her paw drifted down to one of the scallops. The girl turned dewott was never as fast on the draw as Riptide was, no matter how many times her own dewott tried to show her a proper stance and techniques. Dawn just couldn’t stand the thought of taking a blade to someone, slashing at a person’s face, neck or other vulnerable areas. The idea of causing severe and surprising enough pain to escape an assailant filled her with a sick, uneasy anxiety that she panicked and froze at.

She was the champion of Sinnoh, far from a stranger to intense battles, even ones with lives on the line. But even at their most severe, the participants never tried to tear each other to pieces and trainers would withdraw their pokémon if an opponent looked set to maim or kill.

There were no rules of engagement here.

She withdrew her hand and focused on running. It was a terrifying and long several minutes of trudging through snow that was starting to pile up past her waist before she eventually heard the sound of running water.

Yes, salvation!

While looking back over her shoulder, she failed to check what was in front of her and ran straight into an armoured forearm, the collision knocking her flat on her behind. Dawn scrambled back as glowering red eyes from a towering alpha stared down at her through the squall.

An alpha samurott stood tall and imposing before her with an impressive horn that could lance her through and sturdy claws that could crush her with ease. His helmet was adorned with numerous wicked spikes, like a briar thicket she’d need a pokémon with Cut to get through.

A second alpha stepped out from behind him to take a look at the newcomer, this one a female. The matriarch had unusually bright red markings for a samurott. Woven around the thorns on her helmet, it made Dawn think of a rose.

Both of them were heavily muscled and littered with nicks and scars like almost every alpha. They had two dewotts accompanying them that were likely their offspring, a brother and a sister.

Of course. I would run right into an outbreak.

The boy had a noticeably fluffy coat and a soft tuft of fur on the top of his head. An expression trying too hard to be serious looked comical on such a cute, round face.

His sister had thick, coarse fur and a hardened glint in her eye. The weathered look of her shells indicated she had a real chip on her shoulder.

Dawn sat there with her teeth chattering and tail tucked between her legs, unsure of her next course of action. The odds of escaping two alpha samurotts in the water or winning a fight against them were slim to none and there was nowhere else to run with Gaeric still after her.

The patriarch of the family walked towards her until he was hovering over the girl and fixed her with an intense look that could silence anyone. He stooped down until his face was level with hers, his eyes betraying no true emotion as he sniffed at the strange looking dewott.

Dawn wasn’t sure what he was hoping to find, her eyes nervously flickering between the shell like sheaths on his forearms and the gaps between the otter pokémon.

He raised his head back up to his full height, his investigation concluded.

“Are you lost?” he asked, surprisingly soft spoken.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” his mate added.

Dawn was momentarily at a loss for words.

“I-“

She never got a chance to finish that sentence; the interaction was cut short by banshee like wailing as Gaeric burst onto the scene.

The samurotts had barely any time to react to the sudden intrusion before an enraged Gaeric fired a beam of liquid ice from his mouth, directed at the new, bigger threat. The attack froze on contact, ice coating one of the scabbards on the male alpha’s arm and locking his sword in place.

The samurott family was shocked by the utter lunacy of the stranger’s assault. No pokémon would attack an entire horde with two alphas looking after their offspring, let alone a glalie after forgoing any attempt at an ambush. Not unless they were utterly desperate or had a death wish.

The otter pokémons’ surprise did not give Gaeric any meaningful advantage as the patriarch drew his free sword, undaunted by the assailant.

Twin roars rattled the permafrost, the thunderous sounds from right above made Dawn cover her ears. Like all alphas, they bellowed with a sheer power that would have knocked her down if she wasn’t already sitting. Dawn scrambled to get out of the way, lest she get trampled by powerful limbs as they charged at their foe.

The two of them ruthlessly slashed at any vulnerable point they could find through Gaeric’s icy exoskeleton, any spot left undefended by his sloppy and unfocused attacks. He thrashed about in a rage, mindlessly spewing ice they easily shrugged off and trying to bite at whichever one had most recently drawn his ire.

They seamlessly alternated between all-out assaults, dogging retaliatory attacks and baiting the fool into ignoring their partner, knowing what would best support the other without needing to speak in a well practiced dance.

The male was barely hindered by being limited to one blade, as ceaseless and brutal as his mate. He knew how long he could keep up a barrage of attacks and when to go on the defensive, leaping back or to the side far more nimbly than their bulk would suggest was possible.

To compensate for reduced offensive capacity, he leaned into making precise strikes during the openings provided by his partner, his shell blade’s jagged edge leaving painful splinters in the cracks and gouges that were starting to appear.

Dawn didn’t have the opportunity before now to observe how samurotts with quadruped builds used their swords and she watched the battle with curiosity befitting of a researcher. They sheathed and unsheathed faster than she could blink, their blades never out when it would impede movement.

A dip in their front paws let them place it flat on the ground over the swords’ hilts with ease, grasping the sword again every time they needed to charge or pivot, as second nature as breathing. Their blades were truly extensions of themselves.

Again and again it looked as though they would be lost in the chaos, but they always remained in their masters’ possession and Dawn marvelled at how effortlessly they wielded them.

The two alphas would lunge forward with a sword drawn to slash relentlessly or rear up on their hind legs for a heavy blow, the constant barrage tiring Gaeric out.

Their two dewotts didn’t stand idly by; they helped their parents wear down the assailant by squirting water from a distance or leaping up to slash with their shell blades whenever there was an opening. Far bolder than her brother, the girl took every chance to strike at their foe and put herself in the thick of the action.

Her brother’s more cautious approach proved to be more reasonable when she misjudged where Gaeric’s attention was focused and he turned quickly to lunge at her for her latest attack.

He opened his mouth and looked set to crunch the tiny dewott with huge jaws with no time for her to escape. Dawn watched in horror as she saw the battle turn disastrous for the poor dewott and her family in an instant. Or it would have, had her mother not gotten there first.

With an impressive burst of speed, she put herself between the glalie and her daughter, taking the attack. Massive teeth locked around the back of her helmet and upper shoulders and Gaeric twisted her back and forth to wrench something painfully. He ignored the meagre water shots from the now cautious dewott as he tried to bite through her mother’s thorny headpiece. The alpha female snarled as Gaeric forced her down into an awkward position with her arms splayed and pinned away from each other, preventing her from drawing her swords.

Her mate bellowed as he sprinted towards his partner’s assailant, bowling into him with a full body shoulder charge. Gaeric stubbornly held on and the male samurott slammed both front claws on top of his head, using the full weight of his body to push him to the ground.

The dark type drove his blade into a crack in Gaeric’s exterior and he hissed in pain as the samurott twisted the blade to pry the plates of his exoskeleton apart. He curled his claws into a fist and smashed his arm over Gaeric’s head like a hammer, shattering the ice that covered his scabbard.

The hefty blow to the head finally knocked him loose and forced him to release the female. Gaeric hovered backwards a short distance away from the samurott clan in a daze, reeling from the powerful strike.

Warning yowls that might have sounded a bit ridiculous if one didn’t know they could back up the threat arose from the dewotts as the group gave Gaeric the chance to flee. The patriarch pointed with his newly freed sword and gestured for the intruder to leave while his mate howled and stamped on the ground, making it clear it would not end well for him if he chose to keep fighting.

It was hard for Dawn to watch Gaeric’s ragged breathing with blood and drool seeping from his mouth, the bitter end result of rage and hunger driving him to fight far past the point of sanity. Looking at the cracked and scarred body of the glalie that was once a man, Gaeric had unquestionably lost. She silently willed him to run away but knew he wouldn’t.

The standoff was short lived; as soon as his eyes refocused he made a disgusting gurgling shriek and rushed at the smallest member of the group, the boy dewott. Gaeric fired a subzero blast at close range that encased the fluffy dewott in a solid block of ice, his face frozen in a look of shock.

His mother was completely silent as she slipped behind the ambush predator while her mate snarled and lunged at Gaeric with his head down. The former warden prepared another attack to meet the alpha head on, but was caught by surprise when the female reared up and slammed into him from behind before she wrestled him to the ground. She kept a solid hold on the thrashing glalie whose furious caterwauling turned alarmed at the alpha’s rapid approach.

There was a sickening crackling as Gaeric was skewered by the samurott’s horn, followed by him howling in agony from being stabbed with such force that it pierced through his hard exterior between his left eye and horn.

The samurotts had barely made any noise during the final confrontation with no need for a threat display at that point. Their daughter climbed on top of the ice block and sat down to start chipping away with her shell to free her brother as Gaeric weakly struggled under the samurotts’ hold. Blood dripped down the male’s horn as Gaeric’s struggling grew weaker and he slowly faded into unconsciousness. 

It was over.

After making sure he was well and truly knocked out, the male pulled his horn out and they released their hold to check on their son. None of the otter pokémon expressed any particular horror at what had transpired, instead they were all rather nonchalant now that the danger had passed.

Dawn trepidly inched toward Gaeric to take a closer look as the alphas puzzled over how to free the trapped dewott.

His laboured breathing was concerning, though it reassured her the warden wasn’t dead. The gash in his head was a ragged wound, but not as deep as she feared. One of the branches of the alpha’s horn must have prevented it from going too far in, otherwise it could have killed him.

Pokémon were pretty hardy creatures and recovered from injuries quickly, even in the wild. If this were a proper trainer battle, a glalie in this state would have been recalled and kept safely in stasis until they could receive proper care and attention. Gaeric would have to make do with hiding until his wounds healed on their own.

When it was clear the PokéRus victims were a danger to those around them, keeping them in pokéballs was proposed as a safety measure until a solution could be found. But none of the infected could go into balls, no matter how hard anyone tried. It just bounced off of them like it would on a human or inanimate object. Professor Laventon learned that somewhat painfully when he volunteered to be the first test subject and got nothing to show for it except for some welts and bruises.

“I would keep my distance if I were you,” the male samurott said, startling Dawn out of her train of thought.

She was so wrapped up in her own concerns that she didn’t notice him approach. His mate had decided to sever the ice block at its base and she was now carrying it tucked under one forearm. The alpha kept advancing towards Gaeric and drew his sword.

Was he going to kill him?

“No!” Dawn shouted as she ran to stand between the samurott and Gaeric, her arms thrown out to the side in a feeble attempt to shield him.

“Stand aside please.”

“But you can’t just kill him! You’ve already won!” she protested.

“My dear, I’m afraid this glalie has gone quite mad. It would be the kindest thing to do,” the matriarch spoke up.

“When pokémon fall victim to diseases that cause such madness, there’s nothing else that can be done for them.” the male said, mindful of the fact he was speaking to a child, still ignorant to the harsh realities of the world.

“There are illnesses that make pokémon foam at the mouth and attack anyone with no provocation or self-preservation. They can never recover or have any quality of life.” He spoke as though he had given similar explanations several times before.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to watch,” his mate said, as if that was the issue.

Dawn stomped her foot in frustration. “He doesn’t have rabies! Look, you can see he’s not foaming at the mouth.”

The samurott narrowed his eyes, starting to get annoyed by her insolence.

“There’s many illnesses that cause pokémon to lose their minds. It’s best if he’s put out of his misery before it spreads to any others.”

“But it doesn’t spread from person to person! It’s caused by exposure to spacetime anomalies.” Dawn said.

He remained unimpressed.

“Truthfully, I don’t believe it matters what caused it. He’s danger to everyone around him. What’s important is us and our children.”

“Have you seen anyone with this disease make a recovery?” his mate asked pointedly.

“...No,” Dawn was forced to admit. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not possible. The Nobles were driven mad, and they got better. They’re my friends and I’m going to find a cure for them!”

The alpha rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Move out of the way.” He was done arguing.

“I won’t.” Her voice cracked embarrassingly under his steady, intent glare. “I-if you w-want to kill him, y-you’ll have to kill m-m-me too.”

She had made her ultimatum without truly considering the consequences, but seeing how coldly he regarded her, Dawn realized he might decide that her terms were acceptable.

His claws tightened around the hilt and he thrust the sword beside her then made a slow sweeping motion that pushed her to the side with the flat of the blade, toppling her over.

Dawn sputtered indignantly as the alpha walked past her and raised his sword to finish the deed. If she couldn’t say or do anything that would stay his hand, Gaeric would die.

“He’s under Lord Avalugg’s protection!”

That caught his attention. He turned away from his would-be victim and looked her straight in the eye, searching for any trace of deception. Dawn rose to her feet and forced herself not to look away.

“Is that so?”

“Y-yes. You can ask Avalugg yourself. They’re all under the Nobles’ protection. Him-“ she pointed at Gaeric. “-and all the others like him.”

The alpha reluctantly sheathed his sword. “Very well. I can’t say that I understand his reasoning for letting them run amok.”

His mate frowned and shook her head. “We’ll have to ask him about that.”

The patriarch turned to his partner and daughter. “We’re leaving.”

As the otter pokémon faded from view into the snow, Dawn allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief. She looked up and the alpha was still standing tall above her, staring down at her with harsh red eyes. The girl barely dared to breathe as she silently panicked over what unfinished business he had with her.

“Take care getting home.”

With that, he walked away and the samurott clan disappeared into the squall.

Dawn was scarcely even aware of her journey back to the Pearl Clan settlement, spending the entire trip ruminating on her recent ordeals with practically one foot in the river.

A familiar togekiss with a golden sheen to its plumage and a large backpack was circling above the camp. The merchant was on the lookout and quickly spotted the dewott entering the abandoned settlement, swooping down to greet her.

“There’s my favourite customer! I was starting to think I’d have to go search for you out in this blizzard,” Volo exclaimed.

“Sorry Volo, I ran into some trouble on the way,” she said tiredly.

Dawn recounted to the merchant how she was ambushed and driven out into the icelands before having to save Gaeric from the samurott outbreak.

“It sounds like you’ve had quite a day so far, but it’s good to know our wayward wardens are safe in your capable hands,” Volo said, as upbeat as ever. “Let’s hope our expedition to Snowpoint Temple is less eventful.”

He still planned on having her explore the temple today? It was the reason they came out here, even if Dawn wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep for a week.

“Yeah, okay,” she reluctantly agreed.

“It’s no surprise you’re the star member of the Survey Corps with your work ethic. But don’t let Kamando work you too hard.” Volo cautioned, like she had any choice in the matter.

Kamando had always told her she had to work herself down to the bone to dispel any doubts people had about her. Dawn thought she had done that after quelling all the frenzied Nobles, but fate must have had it out for her because the PokéRus situation took a turn for the worst.

She was on extremely thin ice after she had earned the blessings of the lake trio and had been given the power to save three people from their fates. It was barely even a question, of course she chose the team of researchers that had always been in her corner: Rei, Laventon and Cyllene.

The faction leaders were shocked that none of them had been chosen and most of Hisui resented her for choosing to let them fall victim to the disease. Many people in Jubilife blamed her for all the recent crises, whispering about how the girl that fell from the sky brought nothing but bad luck and Kamando was a fool for letting her stay.

The spacetime rifts, the frenzied Nobles and everyone loosing their minds as they turned into pokémon; she had to be the one to fix this and find a permanent solution if she wanted a home at all.

Volo extended a wing and used it to guide her back to the camp’s entrance. Unbeknownst to her, his travel pack contained a lustrous, pearl like globe that glowed faintly with power.

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“She speaks the truth. I don’t want any harm coming to that glalie or any others under the same mania.”

Lord Avalugg’s voice reverberated deeply as the samurotts stood before his dais for an audience with the Lord of the Tundra. The male stepped forward to speak.

“May I ask you why?”

“Do you recall the humans that would tend to us. Our wardens?”

“Vaguely, but I won’t pretend that I fully understand why they serve you or what they are to you.”

“The mad alphas used to be those humans.” The samurott pair exchanged surprised and concerned looks at the news. “Us Nobles were graced with power to serve them and we are duty bound to protect them.”

“A disease that makes humans turn into pokémon? I’ve never heard of such a thing,” the female said in disbelief.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’ve witnessed it myself. Each Nobles’ warden was gradually changed into a different pokémon and lost their minds in the process.”

The male stared at the lord quizzically. “So you would let them run rampant and endanger human settlements as well as pokémon? It seems odd to me to go to such lengths for a chef and babysitter.”

Avalugg narrowed his eyes, but chose to ignore the dismissive way the alpha spoke of his warden.

“Every human in Hisui is succumbing to the same ailment. If we gave up on them and decided there was no solution but putting them down, there would be no humans left to protect,” the lord explained.

The girl dewott poked around Avalugg’s unused dais, already bored of the adults’ conversation.

“That’s quite concerning,” the matriarch said. “The pokémon under your watch won’t be pleased that you’re letting mad alphas rampage across Hisui. Do you have any plans in place for how they can protect themselves and their children?”

“The dewott you met earlier is the same human that freed me and the other Nobles from our frenzies. We have placed our faith in her to help our wardens and I have utmost confidence in her abilities,” Avalugg said.

Sensing they were not placated by such a vague promise, he added: “I truly am sorry about what happened to your son. We will do everything in our power to protect others from their destructive urges until the situation is resolved.”

Their son was still shivering after being freed from the ice by some helpful snorunts at Avalugg’s behest. His father fixed the lord with a pointed look before speaking.

“We passed through the coast lands on the way here and a good portion of the surrounding forests were reduced to ashes.”

That would have been caused by the warden to the newly appointed Lord of the Isles. The young Lord Arcanine stepped up to fill the position during very trying times and with no guidance from the previous Noble or warden to tend to him, he was going to have quite a challenging tenure.

“After the frenzy you and the other Nobles had, many pokémon are already questioning your judgment and leadership,” the male samurott continued. “Now you want them to put up with rampaging alphas destroying their homes and attacking everyone in sight. If they lost their respect for the Nobles, what would you do?”

Lord Avalugg had no answer.

The Nobles, though powerful, were not invincible and enough pokémon turning against them would undermine everything they worked to achieve.

Lord Avalugg was colossal, one of the only titanic avaluggs left, and dwarfed the otter pokémon that stood before him. They would stand no chance in a fight against him, but that balance of power could shift quickly.

The lord kept his gaze even while deciding if their words were a veiled threat or merely a warning borne of courtesy. The male samurott shrugged and looked away.

“We haven’t forgotten our place, but the pokémon of Hisui are going to want solutions. If putting the mad alphas to death is not an option to you, you’ll need some other plan.”

“The others will only let this continue for so long before they take matters into their own hands,” his mate added.

They were right, of course. Avalugg and most of the Nobles preferred not to pull rank or appeal to force as that tended to build resentment. They would rather earn the respect of their fellow pokémon through deeds and action, keeping violence minimal and strategic.

Attacking the humans under their protection or causing other sorts of trouble for the Nobles always carried an assumed risk, but if the dangers of doing nothing outweighed the risks of angering them, their decrees would mean nothing and the people of Hisui would fall apart under their watch.

There was nothing left for any of the gathered pokémon to say. The alpha samurott bowed and turned to leave.

“Thank you for your time, but we must be going now.”

“Take care and safe travels.”

Their meeting was adjourned and the samurott clan left, leaving Lord Avalugg with a bitter feeling at the impossible situation he was in.