#mr crawling fanfic

[satori-runa]

—Pretty in color

Summary: You returned from work only to find your new boyfriend struggling with your make-up.

Tags: Established Relationship, Blissful Love Life Ending, fluff

Words: 1k

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It was evening when you got home. The sky was already dark, and you had rushed all the way from work down the streets back to your flat, knowing that Mr. Crawling was waiting for you. You always felt terribly guilty whenever he couldn't come along, and you promised yourself you’d make it up to him by cuddling him all night.

But when you stepped inside, it caught you by surprise that he wasn't behind the front door, waiting as he always did. The small hallway felt strangely empty without his presence, leaving you puzzled.

"Mr. Crawling?" you called out, and before long, you heard the familiar giggle from the living room, sounding almost... proud.

You hurried in, only to step on something small. Was this... your lipstick? You lifted your foot, picking up the tube and frowning, wondering if you had dropped it this morning. But as soon as you looked up and met Mr. Crawling's face, you realized the truth.

His face was smeared with various types of makeup—lipstick messily smudged across his lips and cheeks, eyeliner drawn in strange places where it clearly didn’t belong, and streaks of your foundation unevenly spread across his pale skin. He continued to giggle, almost preening, as if showing off his new look. It was hard not to laugh, and you beckoned him over. Had he tried to copy your makeup routine from this morning? He looked ridiculous, but his effort was adorable.

"You trying to look like me?" you asked, amused, gently stroking his colorful cheek as he leaned into your touch with a pleased hum. "Would you like me to put make up on your face properly?"

You hoped he understood, because if he really wanted to imitate you, then you might as well help him.

He tilted his head, as if considering your offer. The giggle quieted, replaced by a soft hum of curiosity. You took that as a yes. Smiling, you guided him to the couch, sitting down and patting the spot beside you. He crawled over, careful not to knock anything over, and settled at your feet, looking up at you with what you could only assume was anticipation.

You reached for your makeup bag, pulling out a few items. "Alright, let’s clean this up a bit first," you said gently, grabbing a makeup remover wipe. You softly dabbed at his cheeks, wiping away the smudged colors. He sat still, surprisingly patient, his tall form hunched close to you, almost like a child getting pampered by a parent.

"There we go," you murmured, smiling as his face was slowly revealed. It was an odd comfort to see him like this—so unguarded, so willing to trust you. You believed that he had no eyes, yet you felt as if he was looking at you, his head tilted slightly, his expression almost tender in its strange way. You knew how easily he could frighten people, with his twisted, lanky form and the way he moved, yet here he was, letting you paint his face like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You leaned in closer, applying a light layer of foundation. "This will feel a little cold," you warned him, and he flinched ever so slightly before settling down again, his giggle returning, this time quieter, like he was enjoying the cool sensation on his skin. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, brushing your fingers against his jaw as you blended the makeup in.

"You really are beautiful, you know," you whispered without thinking, and he giggles once more for a moment before pressing his head against your hand, making a soft, contented noise like a purr. You had never seen him like this before, so vulnerable and sweet. It made your heart squeeze with affection.

Next, you picked up the lipstick. "This time, let me do it for you," you said, smiling. You carefully applied the color to his lips, smoothing it out with your thumb. He leaned forward as you did, pressing closer, almost nuzzling your hand. When you pulled back to look at your work, his lips curled into a smile—soft, genuine, as if he was pleased with how he looked.

"Me… like," he murmured, his voice hoarse and crackling like broken glass, but the words were clear enough. It was rare for him to speak in your language, and the sound of it made your eyes soften.

"You do?" you asked quietly, and he nodded, his tall form curling around you protectively, like he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. You reached up, cupping his cheek, and he nuzzled into your palm, his smile widening.

"I like you too," you said, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. "You don’t need makeup to be beautiful, Mr. Crawling. You already are." You glanced at him full of love. “Me like you. You cute. You pretty.”

He let out a breath, almost like a sigh of relief, and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes, resting there with him, feeling the cool press of his skin against yours, the way his form seemed to wrap around you like a shelter. He didn't speak, but there was no need to. His touch said it all—the way he held you so gently, like you were something precious, the way he stayed close, even though he could easily rise and tower above you.

"Rest together," you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair. He let out another quiet giggle, nodding, his agreement clear without words. He shifted, curling up beside you on the couch, resting his head against your lap.

You stroked his hair, watching as his body relaxed, his tall form folding in on itself until he seemed almost small, almost vulnerable. He nuzzled into your touch, letting out a contented hum, and you couldn’t help but smile.

"Goodnight, Mr. Crawling," you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. He let out a soft, happy sound, cuddling closer as he drifted off. You stayed like that, holding him close.

Maybe he couldn’t come with you during the day, but you knew he’d always be there, waiting for you to come home. And that was enough.

[i90o3]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request a little scenario/fic with mr crawling and just… pampering him? cuddles? maybe set after the ending where you take him home :3 i can’t explain how but he gives me major cuteness aggression…

Pampering.

context: post blissful love ending. You take care of him <3

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov. Fluff.

He also gives me cuteness aggression, like sometimes I just wanna squeeze him until he pops. HES SO CUTE!!!!!!! even if I kind of slandered him in this post..

requests r open !! (read rules)

Few things you noticed about Mr. Crawling..he’s all bloody, dirty, and he SMELLS.

You couldn’t have him stinking up your house with his nasty odor, and you honestly smelt bad too since you haven’t showered..so, what’s better than a self care day? Take care and pamper your ..boyfriend? (I don’t think he understands labels..)

It was a little..complicated? first getting him out of his clothes. He was confused as to why you were taking off his clothes.. but I think after you running the bath and getting out of your own clothes he joins you.

He looovveesss the feeling of you washing his hair and massaging his scalp, literally in bliss. Your hands just feel so good! (pause-) Honestly even your hands scrubbing his body feels good—lathering him up with soap and giving him all the attention! Along with some head pats and kisses, of course. You even guide your hands and let him wash your hair and body, even if he’s a little clumsy.

After getting out of the bath and drying yourselves off, (he has to stay in his towel because you gotta wash his NASTY ASS clothes), you sit him in front of your vanity and start applying all sorts of face masks and stuff to his face, letting it sit while you brush (detangle..) his hair. Both him and his clothes are all clean! and he just smells and looks so much better. Although you really weren’t sure what to do about his eyes (or lack of therefore..), but he didn’t seem to want to wear a blind fold like Mr. Silvair..so you just let his hair cover it.

(now he’s allowed in your bed because he’s not STANK)

And for the best part of self care day, is spending the rest of the night cuddling in bed, your arms wrapped around him as he lays on your chest, your hands patting his head and kissing his face until you fall asleep, watching over you and admiring your sleeping features. His fingers will occasionally brush against your cheek or your collarbone, featherlight, not enough to wake you up. And he’ll even take your wrist and make your hand pat him on the head while you’re busy sleeping. He’s a little lonely while you sleep, but give him plenty of cuddles in the morning and he’ll be okay!!

9:23 pm. 11/03/2024. @i90o3

[pochipop]

＃HOMICIPHER !! ♡ — DWELLING, ROTTING, SURVIVING (MR CRAWLING X READER).

#. synopsis! — speaking isn't the only way to understand, and he's oh so gentle .

#. characters! — mr crawling .

#. warnings! — canon-typical dark content + setting .

#. word count! — 1.7k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — hi, i posted, please stop bullying me in my inbox :(( - all jokes aside, thank you guys for all the nice messages and compliments! & happy pride to my lgbt followers! funnily enough, don't think i've ever "come out" on this blog, but if it's not obvious, i'm bisexual lol so there's that!

You found yourself pressed against a cold, damp wall in what you could only assume was a room close to the belly of this labyrinth-like building. Breaths came in shallow, frightened gasps as the lights overhead flickered ominously, like they were trying to warn you of impending danger. . . Danger that you felt sting your chest like needles poking through your skin. The oppressive silence surrounding you was broken only by your intakes of air and the soft, almost imperceptible sound of something —or someone— (or maybe a mixture of the two, in this God-forsaken place) nearby.

Squinting into the gloom, a familiar shape emerged from the dark hallway, slipping into the room with you and pausing in the doorway. You felt relief take hold of you.

Mr Crawling. . .

That, of course, likely wasn’t his real name, but you didn’t speak in the language of clicks, noises, and chirp-like sounds that he did, and he didn’t speak with your tongue either. It was for that reason in particular that you’d bludgeoned his head with a crowbar not long ago, to which he sulked in a corner, bleeding and whining, and you were left to feel terrible for hurting the first entity that had tried to go out of his way to show you true empathy in a way you understood.

Apologizing didn’t even begin to feel like enough. Probably because you were at least ninety percent sure he didn’t understand what you were saying anyway. Helping him with the wound perhaps made it slightly better. . . But also not really, because even now as he skims across the ground to where you are, there’s a sense of guilt that weighs heavy on your heart.

Pale, grey-skinned and moving like any non-human mammal of sorts, his face is mostly obscured by the long, stringy black hair that falls in vine-like, clumped strands all the way to the floor from his hunched position. There’s an unsettling, animalistic grace to the way he approaches, but you don’t flinch this time when he puts the flat of his cold palm against the crown of your head, as if trying to soothe your breathing. All of that initial fear has been replaced by a strange comfort of sorts, and you look up at him, thankful for his presence now more than ever.

He tilts his head, as if listening for something, and you watch him warily with the same crowbar clutched in your fist. A part of you felt bad carrying it around like that with his blood still smeared on it, but here, you knew it was foolish to venture around without a weapon of some sort. Not protecting yourself for the sake of his feelings was, unfortunately, not an option as far as you were concerned, but thankfully he didn’t seem to have any opinion on the matter.

“Mr Crawling,” you whisper softly, reaching out to take his hand into your own.

He seemed to really respond to physical touch, and if language was always going to get in the way, you figured it was best to bridge the gap in another manner. This was the next best thing you could think of.

His head raises, and you suppose he’s trying to meet your gaze, though you can’t see his eyes through the mess of his hair.

“I need to understand you,” you say.

Ironically, that’s a bit of a hopeless endeavor in this sort of environment. It’s not like you have all the time in the world to pick up a new, completely unrelated language to yours while fighting for your life. Still. . . Gesturing had been helpful previously, especially for directions. The hooded figure you ran into first was quick to point around, that severed hand that had guided you for a bit was just as poignant in that area, and the silver-haired entity with a blindfold over his eyes had also tried to communicate with you in that sense as well. So why couldn’t you do it vice-versa?

“Me,” you point to yourself, “you,” you point to him.

He stared blankly for a moment, then seemed to come to an understanding. His had retracted from your head to point at himself, then to you, a clicking noise coming from the back of his throat. You smile. It was a small victory amongst a series of devastating losses, but you were keen on taking it and running with it as far as you could stretch it.

“Okay,” you breathe, talking more to yourself than to him. “Let’s try this then. . .”

Feeling a surge of determination, you touch your stomach and then mime eating.

“Hungry. Eat.”

At this point, you were still too anxious to have an appetite, but you knew you’d need food eventually. You were hoping he’d be able to help you with that somehow. Up until this point, you hadn’t seen any evidence of there being food around here, —no containers, boxes, or wrappings, but he seemed to understand your gestures and mimicked you; sitting back on his knees to rub his stomach through his filthy t-shirt, then nibbling on an imaginary item.

He looks back to you, as if seeking approval. You smile, hoping he understands that to be a sign of good will, then nod your head to drive home the association. Beneath his swath of hair, he smiles too, and you catch a glimpse of his eyes through the curtain of black strands; dark and thoughtful.

“Good,” you murmur, feeling slightly relieved. 

If nothing else, this was progress. You spend a while longer trying to communicate basic needs and warnings: things like yes, no, stop, come, drinking, sleeping, and a thank you in the way of patting his head. You’re not sure he understood the depth of it by any means, but he did seem to enjoy it. . . Like a puppy. The thought made you smile genuinely and absentmindedly, if only for a moment. The clicks and chirps he makes are mostly lost on you, but the noises are comforting nonetheless. This rudimentary bridge of understanding soothes you just a little, and you find yourself feeling very thankful that he’s here in the first place.

He has your face cupped in his hands now, as if he’s inspecting you. . . Or perhaps admiring? That is, until you feel his body tense and all his little sounds abruptly come to a halt. A small growl reverberates from the back of his throat and his wide smile droops into a frown. Suddenly, he’s roughly dragging you along, tugging urgently on your arms, to which you comply and follow along with him, scooting across the floor until you reach a shadowed alcove. You hadn’t even noticed it before, but he seems to know his way around this place like the back of his cold, grey hand.

He covers your mouth for a moment, then shakes his head. You cover your mouth, take your hand away, then shake your head no, just to ensure to him that you’ve understood. He pats your head then crouches in front of you, using his own body as a makeshift shield for yours. His long, spindly arms cage you against the wall. Fear rises inside you once again, though not because of him and his actions. Rather, the faint, rhythmic thuds of footsteps have begun reverberating through the hall just outside, and you recognize the harrowing pattern they click in.

Mr Scarletella.

You encountered him once before and felt every hair on your body stand on end. The way he moved through the halls with a menacing flow that sounded almost eerily melodic, and the strange, unsettling red glow that seemed to exude off him that nearly drew you in like a moth to a flame. The steps echoed off the walls of the building and your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Mr Crawling moved closer as he came into view through the doorway that lacked any actual door to close, his long, black hair tickling your nose ever so softly. Dressed in scarlet and carrying his ever-present umbrella, you decide quite readily that you’ve seen enough, closing your eyes and focusing on the cool feel of Mr Crawling’s skin, on his musky scent (like mildew and a bit of rot, which isn’t necessarily pleasant, but it’s not like he can really help it down here.)

Though you’re no longer watching, the entity dripping in scarlet moves with an unsettling, almost predatory grace, glancing about the corridors as if he’s searching for something. Or someone.

Once again, Mr Crawling presses closer to you. Now, you’re able to feel the way his body trembles with fear, and you realize that he’s just as terrified as you are, though you can’t tell if that fear is for himself, for you, or for both of you at once. And it’s not like you can ask. Still, you open your eyes just long enough to look up at him, Mr Scarletella in your peripheral as you force a smile and touch the crown of Mr Crawling’s head, offering what little comfort you can. He still quivers, but seems to appreciate the gesture, though he doesn’t risk a happy chirp.

The danger passes as the man in scarlet disappears down the hallway, then turns the corner. You let out a silent sigh of relief and Mr Crawling relaxes after several moments of continued tension, finally going limp and releasing you from against the wall. He slumps onto his knees, which seems to be his most comfortable position, and he looks at you clearly through the darkness. In that moment, it feels like you’ve understood one another perfectly. 

“Thank you,” you whisper sincerely, though you know he can’t really understand you.

You’re just hoping the gratitude comes across somehow, but at the risk that it won’t, you touch your chest over top of where your heart’s still beating like a drum, then touch his chest in the same place. It dawns on you that you don’t feel a heartbeat at all, and you almost pull your hand away. . . But something stops you. Something that says even if you’re right and he’s something less (or more) than human, —it doesn’t matter as much as the kindness he’s shown you. So your hand lingers until you softly pull away.

He grabs your cheeks again and holds them delicately.

[c4kesuz]

I'm seriously struggling if I should make a fanfic about them (THEY'RE SO HOT HELLO??? PLS GIVE ME SOME IDEAS)

[freaky-deaky-cookies]

-Rules-

All are subject to Changes

(As of 11/18/2024)

Will Do’s

NSFW (Implied all the way to explicit)

Angst - death, breakup, cheating, etc.

Poly ships

Male, gender neutral, and woman readers (if not stated in the request it will be gender neutral)

WLW, MLM , etc

Won’t Do’s

Rape, incest, water sports, scat. 

Gore

Anything romantic regarding children

Fandoms I write for

Games:

Baldur’s Gate 3

MouthWashing

Stardew Valley

The Arcana

Mystic Messenger

Obey me!

Dream Daddy

Homicipher (Added on 11/18/2024)

Animes:

Spy x Family

Buddy Daddies

Demon Slayer

Free!

Sk8 the Infinity 

Black Butler

Akame ga kill

Death Note

Hunter x Hunter

If you do not see your fav on here ask me! I may have seen it and forgot to add it!

[birbycakes]

NOVEMBER 1ST IS ALMOST HERE!!! GIVE ME MY SPOOKY HUSBANDS!!!

[emmg]

Larian, we need to talk. You gave me these devilishly hot men, but I can’t sleep with them? What in the nine hells is this puritan nonsense?

I grew up on Pushkin, okay? My Siberian grandma raised me on tragic Russian literature, and now I’m sitting here thirsting over a devil, knowing she’d slap me with a slipper if she ever found out.

Raphael – like, sure, he’s the guy who’d ruin your life, but you’d still risk it because he probably smells like rich leather and dark promises. Probably a two-pump chump. Nope, can’t even test that theory. Thanks for nothing, Larian. DENIED.

Zevlor – listen, this man is a cinnamon roll with a sword, and I want to crawl on my knees and worship him like a damn saint. He deserves it. And you just know he’s got more than diplomacy under that armor. Smite me, Mr Paladin sir. But nah, that’s too much fun for us, isn’t it? (Also, the man’s got the potential for a full-blown villain arc if someone just pushed the right buttons. Am I alone in this? Probably. Still want it. Someone write it. Going traitor, self-loathing, feeling powerless *mwah*)

Rolan – oh, yeah, the guy who probably argued about Nietzsche in first-year philosophy class and then somehow grew into a halfway-decent human after getting a job and stop living off instant ramen. Still a big, steaming NO.

Fine, fine. I guess I’ll drag myself to AO3 (if it’s even online, which is as rare as a long rest in the Underdark). Someone drop the fanfic links. I'm ready to feel alive again, and too far gone for Lermontov.

[rue-dixon]

This panel is on my mind 24/7. I want more context, I want a mini comic from Kui about it so bad. Also it's hilarious how this is the only time we actually see his daughters in the canon manga.

We probably won't get any more context about it since it most likely wasn't a real situation that happened and just an example. But I wrote a short fanfic inspired but it anyways.

Falin adjusted the glowing lantern next to her, making sure she could see the party clearly as she sat up against the cold brick wall. She shivered from the brisk air before pulling the blanket tighter over her shoulders to combat it. Amber eyes grew heavy as they carefully combed over each of her sleeping party members peaceful forms.

Despite all these uncomfortable conditions, she never minded taking watch for her companions. It made her grateful, able to be useful to them. As well as providing them a good night's rest. Shuro's protests of taking her shifts for her began to get tiresome, however, she appreciated his consideration for her wellbeing. 

The night went smoothly, no disturbances until rustling from the smallest sleeping bag caught her attention. Curious,  Falin sat up, however she was certain it was nothing to be alarmed over. Watching as Chilchuck rolled around in his sleep. Normally, this would not bother her, but something inside her silently told her to keep a watchful eye on the half-foot. 
As she did so, she noticed how seemingly innocent shifting turned to restless tossing and turning. Her worry solidified when his steady breaths turned to small whimpers, and his face contorted and scrunched in an unpleasant way. 

Nightmares. She thought, this had happened to Shuro the other night as well. The area they were traveling in seemed to be infested with them. No matter, Falin knew how to deal with them easily. Firstly, she crawled over to where her older brother lay asleep. Gently shaking his shoulder, whispering to him. 

"Brother... brother... please wake up." 

With a soft groan, Laios' eyes fluttered open. Seeing his sister looking worried above him caused him to sit up. 

"Falin, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm alright, it's Mr. Chilchuck, he seems to be having nightmare troubles. Will you watch over me while I go into his dreams?"

Laios turned his attention to Chilchuck now, who lay a decent distance away from the group. He was always like that, kept his distance, and kept conversations to business purposes only. Not that anyone minded, his sore attitude about everything didn't make him the easiest to get along with. 

"Yeah, sure, of course." Laios stretched, yawning before he sat up. Following his sister to Chilchuck's bedroll. 

Falin carried her pillow under her arm, before gently placing it on top of Chilchuck. Moving it long ways so it wouldn't cover his whole body. She laid her head down, but gently and just on the edge of the pillow. Not wanting to put too much weight on his small, relatively thinner body. 

"We should be fine, but keep an eye out just in case, okay?" Falin smiled to her brother, her eyes already feeling drowsy. 

Laios nodded, "I got it."

Chilchuck began to break out into a sweat. His teeth grinding together as his body trembled. Falin could feel it through the pillow, which only heightened her worries. Saying a small prayer in her mind that would hopefully bless her with the gift of sleep faster, before finally closing her eyes. 


_____

 

Man, I'm tired, Chilchuck thought to himself. His boots crunched against the gravel path as he walked the short distance from the main road to his house. The last job he had just finished went sour, causing the party composed of majority strong races to storm out on him. Angry that all the chests he had unlocked for them were empty. Claiming he was holding out on them despite having no reason to. What idiots. None of that mattered now, because he was home.

Although the house he was approaching wasn't the home he created with his wife and three children. It was the home he had grown up in, the one where he lived with his two younger brothers, his mother, and his alcoholic father for a short period of time. The place where his older sister and brother would visit once a year with their own children. However, that realization did not make its way to Chilchuck's mind. It was home. Plain and simple. 

As he approached the door, he felt his stomach drop as he saw a small heap of blue and white fabric laying on the door step. The front door ajar, and the figure lay halfway in. 
The backpack he carried dropped to the floor as he rushed to her side. His wife. He hadn't needed to see her face to know it was her, the black curls that accompanied the soft blue dress was enough evidence. 
He called her name, but got no reply in return. Dropping to his knees, he reached to hold her, to see what had happened. The blood seeping from her stomach was pooling around them, staining his hands forever as he demanded what happened. 

"No..." her voice raspy as she could barely keep her eyes open to look at him. 

"Wh-what? No- what do you mean no?!" His voice was a blend of panic and rage as he spoke. Confused and now angry as she tried to push him away. Chilchuck had always known he wasn't the world's most perfect husband, but he was not cruel enough to warrant any thought from his wife that he might've been the reason she currently lay in a bath of her own blood. 

"The girls..." she managed before choking, couching as blood sputtered from her once pink lips. Now drained of color following the rest of her already naturally milky skin. Her body resembling a talking corpse.
With a shaky and weakened hand, she lifted her finger to the door. 

All at once, everything clicked into place. The girls. My daughters. My babies. 

In an instant he was back on his feet, practically tearing the door down with how fast he entered. Looking around, the whole house looked like it had been raided by orc soldiers that had just returned from war. Dread filled Chilchuck, making his chest pained and heavy as he began to search the house. It was not long until he found what he was searching for. 

His three daughters, only teenagers by half-foot maturities, lay motionless on the carpet of the common room. Blood painted the walls like a toddler's personal art project. Cracks and chunks from the material itself had somehow gone missing. However, the first thing he noticed about the crime scene, besides the obvious, was the giant ax lodged into the wall above his kin's head. An ax he knew well to belong to one of the dwarfs in the party that had been enraged with him just a few hours before. 
Nevertheless, revenge or who the culprit was was not on his mind. With a limped stride, he made his way to them. Shaking, pained breaths wracking through his body. His knees giving out from the shaking, having to force himself to crawl the rest of the way. 

Cuts, bruises, gashes, and what looked to be broken bones littered their once flawless, lively bodies. Streams of blood poured from each of their mouths. Flertom had the most blood on her light-colored dress, slowly seeping into the fabric like a sponge, turning it an unsettling scarlet color. Iconic, her favorite color had been deep red since she was a baby. 

"Mei... Fler... Puck..." His eyes widen as his voice broke and cracked. 

Unable to take all three of them in his arms, he moved them so each of their heads fit nuzzled into his lap. No tears found their way to his eyes, the panic and pain felt like it had halted all bodily functions permanently. 

Trembling hands gently caressed their necks and lower jaws. Testing each pulse as he had done with careless adventurers many times before. Never in his life could he have dreamt of using the technique on his own children. Let alone in their own home, when their biggest crime was simply being of his blood. The cause of their horrid deaths being that he loved them, and that people knew how much he loved them. 

Dry sobs broke from him as two delicate fingers moved from girl to girl. Ending at the end of the line with Puckpatti, the realization that he felt nothing under the pads of his finger tips settling. Not even with his heightened senses could he feel even the slightest breath of a pulse. 

A strangled cry filled the room as he hunched over. His body draping over them like a blanket. As if he were protecting them from the world, something he had failed to do. Failing to do the most basic promise as a father to his children. Clutching at their clothes in fists as if that would somehow ground him. 

The love of his life as well as his babies, the most important things in a thousand lifetimes to him, were just stolen from him. All because of some greedy adventurers who didn't like that he had not rained riches upon them. Something that was not even his fault, they were the dimwits who went against his advice and traveled down passages of the dungeons that had been rummaged through hundreds of times over the years since this dungeon had been founded. 

As he mourned, a snowy white dove entered from above. Landing on the floor in front of him. Seemingly purposeful about where it chose to stand. Out of the way of any of the blood and gore around them. Chilchuck slowly looked up, his eyes painfully red as he continued to heave. Him and the peaceful bird made eye contact, part of his felt like it was speaking to him. However he didn't understand what exactly it was saying, but when it rose in the air once more, his previous grief seemed to momentarily subside. 
Pulling himself to his feet, he felt inclined to follow. With shaky steps, he followed the dove. Reaching out with a limp hand as if asking it to come back. He was not sure why he felt inclined to follow it, his family had just been slaughtered, but here he was chasing a bird like a mindless fool. 

Stumbling to keep up, the pretty dove led him out the door. He was so focused on the dove itself he hadn't realized how far they'd gone. Until everything seemed to be melting together around him. Colors mixing together before falling away completely, leaving behind a white void. The white light around him grew brighter and brighter, his skin feeling warm and hyperaware before-

 


He woke up. With a heavy gasp, Chilchuck rose. Inhaling sharply, causing him to cough. He hacked as he looked around the dimly lit campsite. The sight of Falin rising as well, after just lying on his stomach, had only confused him more. Beating his chest before finally catching his breath, he cringed as he realized how sweaty he was. Causing his whole body to be locked in a constant chill.

"What-what the hell.." he called coughing, looking to Falin and Laios. 

Without a word, Laios reached under Chilchuck's pillow, pulling out a handful of the clam-like dragons known as nightmares. Before tossing them under his shoe and crushing them. 

"Nightmares." Laios sighed, "must've slipped in your pillow when you went to grab water."

Chilchuck groaned, his head falling into his hands as he rubbed his temples. Just great. He knew how Falin dealt with nightmares, therefore, he knew she saw what had happened. The idea that this newer party he had recently contracted with now possibly knew of his family did not ease his racing heart in the slightest. Only causing the possibility of his nightmare becoming a reality. Sitting there, taking a moment to catch his breath. Logic quickly settled his mind. All three of his daughters were grown and out on their own. Each far away, living their own lives. As for his wife, she was also long gone. Off to live with Flertom, whether it was a break or a wordless breakup, he still wasn't sure. However, now was most certainly not the time to dwindle over his strained marriage. 

"Thanks.." he muttered, refusing to look Falin in the eyes, partly due to his own shame at the forced show of pure vulnerability. 

"Of course." Falin smiled her signature, heart melting smile. 


________


The group walked down the long hall way. Laios talking Shuro half to death in the front. Namari trailing behind, bickering with Asivia about something Chilchuck didn't bother to tune into. 
Him and Falin walked side by side a short way towards the back, now would be a better time than any. He thought to himself before clearing his throat to catch the young woman's attention. 

"Uh- Falin?" 

Falin looked down at him, "yes?"

A tingling heat already found his cheeks as he looked to the side, trying to ignore it.
"Um.. do you remember what you saw in my nightmare last night..?"

She nodded, "somewhat. I remember the massacre, but not many of the details, like the women's features or the home. I am truly sorry you had to endure that. I should have noticed your discomfort sooner." 
The sincerity and guilt in her voice only made Chilchuck more uncomfortable. Coughing again, he put on a voice as if to fake some sort of confident authority. 

"Uh well. If you could, not discuss what you saw. I would really appreciate it." 

Falin stared at him for a moment before smiling again with her pure smile. 
"Of course. In fact, consider the incident completely forgotten." She chirped before turning back to the path. 

Chilchuck exiled softly, that was easy. However, this was Falin. He hadn't expected less. Now if it were Marcille who had gone into his dream, he thought he'd rather deal with the entire dream by himself and gladly let the clam feast upon his fears. Honestly, if he were forced to share that scaring mental image with anyone in this particular party, he would've chosen Falin anyway. He believed her words she had spoke to him a moment ago, she would not tell another soul. It seemed even if she did so, it wouldn't be much help to use against him anyway.
Relaxing, in a more contempt state now, he couldn't help but still feel a small pang in his heart. Despite how awful the nightmare was, it had made him realize something about himself. Working nonstop constantly, he never really had moments to himself. Which never gave him a clear moment to think about just how much he missed them.

[tojisun]

simon and childhood bestfriend!reader reuniting

DOES BRO WANT ME DEAD????

this genuinely fits the magpie fanfic (never to be told) by mikaello!!! BUT IMAGINING THIS WITH READER WHO ISNT IN THE ARMY??? [sobs]

thinking about simon coming back home but you’ve long moved on—something he doesn’t hold against you because simon knew it was impractical for you to wait. it was impractical for him to keep you waiting.

thinking about simon who runs into you while you’re out with an afternoon date with your five year old daughter.

thinking about simon being introduced to her—��wanna say hi to mr. riley, sweetie?”

thinking about simon crouching down to the eye-level of your daughter as to not frighten her, smiling softly when the shy little girl waves at him from behind your legs.

thinking about simon and you awkwardly greeting each other, stilted hello’s and how are you’s spilling in the space between, not knowing how else to talk now that the years have crawled by.

thinking about simon who used to dream about your confession twelve years ago—“i love you, si.”

thinking about simon who used to dream about what could’ve been his reply; how, in his mind, he doesn’t say i’m sorry. he doesn’t say i can’t. doesn’t say i’m leaving. instead what he says is-…

thinking about simon who waves a goodbye to you and your daughter, knowing that somehow, even if you invited him to your home after today, this feels more permanent.

thinking about simon who tries and tries not to regret.

this is me rn srs! also me. another me. and me fr!! i am heartbroken <333

[cosmocup1d]

Note : The reader is a child between 6-7 years old, blood, dead bodies, OOC Characters, Change the canon plot

Part 2

Whoo! 🥳my first one piece fanfic

It was loud

It was so so loud

[Name] cough as she ran around didn't know where to go but she needs to find her dad, She felt tears in her eyes but quickly wipe them away with the back of her hand after all she's going to be marine to make her daddy proud. She smiled as she wipes her tears she can't wait to tell her daddy that she went to marine Ford all by herself! She then turn and the sight making her instantly sick

Blood

Blood was everywhere

But the thing that made her sick there was dead bodies everywhere; to many to count

[Name]cover her mouth so that she wouldn't puke, she's going to be a marine anyway she has to get use to dead bodies. She took a deep breath before running making sure to not step over the dead bodies out of respect

She then trip making me cry out in surprise as she fell down. She cough some more and sat up as she looks down seeing a dead making her scream and crawl away "I-im so sorry mr!" She cried out as she stood up and grabbing the dead Marines coat and putting it over his head as she bowede respectfully

She then turn around and started running trying to see or hear her dad. The said dad was busy fighting of the other pirates and trying to kill Portgas D. ace "ADMIRAL SAKAZUKI!!" A marine cried out "Do they really think they could escape!? There're fools" The said admiral scoff as he activate his devil fruit

"LOOK OUT! IT'S AKAINU!" A pirate cried out "You free ace then turn tail and run eh? The Whitebeard pirates are a pack of cowards" Akainu said as he continues "But considering who your leader isis, that's no surprise Whitebeard is a loser from a bygone area" He finish making ace stop "ACE!" Luffy cried out "A loser huh?" Ace mutter making akainu look at him. The two then begins to bicker making ace more and more furious as the other shouted at ace to stop and come back

"Ace!" Luffy gasp out as he fell down to his knees "luffy! You've reach your limit!" Jinbe said walking over to the boy "Hey... Ace's vivre card..." Luffy reach down at the vivre card unknowingly that akainu was ready to kill him with his magma fist. Luffy looks up seeing akainu magma covered fist heading his way

It happen so fast ace covered Luffy but then someone covered ace

Akainu eyes widen seeing poppy as his fist goes thru her stomach making every look at them with shock and horror "I-i found you daddy!" The little girl gasp out as akainu pulls out his magma arm and reverting it to normal. The other pirates grabs luffy and ace who were stand in shock then dragging them to the ship

Akainu felt his throat close up as he catches poppy who was about to fell down tot he ground "A-are you proud of me d-daddy?... I.. I made it here all by myself..." The girl cough out makibg akainu cradle her and standing up "DOCTOR! ANYONE! CALL A GODDAMN DOCTOR" Akainu order out as Marines scramble to find a doctor "Please don't yell daddy...." [Name] whined out making akainu shut his mouth

Akainu looks down seeing his daughter bleeding in his arms with a hole thru her stomach that he made 'I'm sorry I'm so sorry sorry!' He wanted to say but he couldn't form any words as poppy smiled weekly "D-don't be angry dadddy... It's was my fault.. I-" Poppy was cut off by her fought out blood making akainu panic as he wipes the blood off "I-i was in the way" She finish

"Where is the patient!" A voice said as akainu rush to the voice seeing adoctor, he then lower his arms making the doctor gasp out of shock "I... I'm... I'm so sorry admiral" The doctor bowed his head "The hell you mean 'I'm so sorry'!? Help my daughter!" Akainu snaps at the doctor "I can't help her! Even if I did she would die! All of her organs burnt!" The doctor felt tears in his eyes the girl was so young so innocent

Akainu shuts his mouth as he breath heavily before running "Don't worry we'll get you a doctor" He mutter to his daughter which made her smile "Daddy?..." [Name]mutter "Yes?" Akainu hummed "w-why is it getting dark?" She ask making akainu run faster he didn't know where was he going but he'll run around until he see a doctor or medic

"Daddy please I'm scared.." [Name] cried as she grips his red jacket "it's gonna be alright baby you're going to be alright" Akainu gave a kiss on her forehead while patting her head "Daddy why do I feel cold?" [Name] ask again "Daddy... Please help... I-i don't wanna go!" She cried making akainu grip her tiny body in his arms

She continues to let out sobs and cries making akainu fought hard against his tears as he tries to assure his daughter that she'll be safe and healthy but he knew what's gonna happen but just ignore it "Daddy... I'm sorry... I-i shouldn't have come here... I wanna make you feel proud because I was brave... I'm sorry for all the times that I distracted you from work"

Please don't

"I'm sorry if I accidentally drawn on your document"

I like your drawings

"I'm sorry that I broke your vase"

I never like the vase

"I'm sorry for being loud"

I love hearing your voice

"I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough"

You were perfect

[Name] smiled "Thank you for everything... Daddy" She close her eyes as her hand goes limp her body getting cold

It was quiet

It was so so quiet

[askthesmg4apprenticeshipau]

What up, I'm back with my other AU child, let's go!

(To SMG4, SMG3, SMG4, SMG6, Mario, Mr. Puzzles, and Bob)

Godbox!3 suddenly dive-bombs in from above and lands hard on Godbox!4

Godbox!3: Aaaaaaand stuck the landing! How’s that for an entrance!

Godbox!4: (Hissing in pain) Awww, are you looking to me for validation? You insecure or something?

Godbox!3: …(sighs) Never mind. You see what I have to put up with? Anyways, I’m SMG3 of Godbox AU, AKA the best character ever. Enough of these sappy questions! Mine are better!

Godbox!3: (clears throat) Tell me, plebeians, what is your best insult? I want you all to roast SMG4. I don't care which one, just don't hold back! And if you sit out, then you're LAME and a PUSSY-

Godbox!4: Just play along with him kids, I think he’s trying to compensate for how old and crusty he is!

Godbox!3: Will you SHUT UP WE LITERALLY CAN'T AGE ANYMORE

SMG4: …

SMG3: Alright. I can tell you this SMG4 looks like a rejected edgy tumblr OC from a 13 year old back in 2016. Hell, I’d even call you a tumblr creepypasta OC considering that damned smile you’re always wearing. What are you? Smile dog or some shit?

SMG3: And what’s with the chains? Couldn’t even die properly cuz you were brought back as this weird ass thing. I mean, what the hell are you? Why the hell are you even a furry? Seriously, is this some kind of… I don’t know what exactly to say cuz there’s a kid here-

SMG6: You’re supposed to be roasting him-

SMG3: I mean, are you into that kind of thing? Not to mention the cuffs. Congrats on being enslaved by the Godbox, asshole. Enjoy your death, cuz I think this will be a long one.

SMG6: 3, can-

SMG3: And another thing! *continues spewing insults*

SMG6: *leans in to SMG4’s ear* Is… is he ok…?

SMG4: This is the first time he’s gotten to truly insult anyone in a while. I say let him go at it.

Bob: Bitchless ass-

SMG3: *starts laughing* Ok. That was a good one

Bob: Thank you

SMG5: I’ll accept being lame and a pussy

SMG3: Really? Got nothing to say to this furry reject?

SMG5: Just that he clearly crawled out of a 10 year old’s weird SMG34 smut fanfic

SMG6: I was gonna say he’s not even scary, just a cute little plush toy

SMG3: Ooh

SMG4: … um…

Mario: I don’t even think the most dedicated of mothers could love that SMG4-

SMG3: *wheeze*

Mr. Puzzles: Best insult I can come up with is negative stars, and I bet that is clearly out of the running-

SMG4: Can… um…

SMG4: Can I… uh… no. I’ll accept the whole… lame thing

SMG4: I don’t… I’m not really comfortable insulting myself anymore

SMG3: That’s ok, Glitchy. *kisses his scarred cheek* You don’t have to

Mario: Insult our SMG4 because of that and things won’t be okey dokey anymore

[clvoe]

୨ wriothesley x f ! reader ୧

tw ; just a bunch of fluff c: , calling wriothesley “puppy” .

in celebration ta my husband finally coming home i decided ta write a fanfic for him ! i love ya so m’ much wrio ~

“darling.”

a sweet and tender voice called out and the young man’s ears twitched, it was like heavenly music to his ears.

“yes, sweetheart?” he glanced over to you, eyes glistening with adoration.

you slowly made your way over to his desk and crawled into his lap. “you remind me of a puppy!”

“…yes?” his brows furrowed up in amusement.

he chuckles and brushes a few strands of hair from your face. “how so?”

“well…” you giggled and traced your fingers along the collar and buttons of his uniformed shirt.

“your hair..” you looked up and raised your hands to rake through his silky waves. “parts of your hair remind me of wolf ears!”

“—but i thought i was a puppy to you, now i am a wolf?”

“same thing!” you poured and rolled your eyes.

wriothesley chuckled “darling, they are not.”

“shhh, lemme finish!” you smacked him playfully on the chest and smiled. “your grace, you remind me of both but definitely more so of a little pup that turned into a handsome young wolf.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the beguiling expression that crossed his face. you were his soft spot, and he was yours. you loved each other dearly.

“well if i am a wolf, then you are my little lamb.”

wriothesley growled before pinning you against his office desk. his hands on either side of your head caging you in and your back thudded lightly against the desk making you yelp slightly.

“oh please, mr. wolf! please, please don’t eat me!”

you both giggled before he started peppering your face with kisses.

“i love you so so much baby girl.” he whispered.

the feel of his out breath shading your ear made your breath hitched. you smiled sweetly and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer.

“i love you too, my wolf.”

all rights reserved clvoe ⓒ 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

[artistmarchalius]

British Police Slang! 🇬🇧

As promised, here is a post all about British police slang! The police are intrinsically tied to Spider-Man’s story, especially for Hobie as an anarchist arachnid, fascist punching, punk rebel fighting against a corrupt government and police force.

So let’s get started!

My main inspiration for compiling this list is because of how often I’ve read the phrase “bottle and stopper” from Hobie in fics. I thought I could help inform writers about the many options that they might not have known about when it comes to British police slang. And since I’ve seen it used so much, I thought this would be a good place to start!

Bottle and stopper - Cockney rhyming slang for copper/a police officer (as mentioned in my Cockney Rhyming Slang post, here). It’s more commonly shortened to “Bottle” or adapted to “Bluebottle” or “Mr Bluebottle” due to the colour of their uniforms. Also, “bluebottle mob” can be used to mean the police force.

To be perfectly honest, I’d never heard an officer referred to as a bottle and stopper before reading Spider-Verse fanfics, though that’s not to say others don’t use it or that it’s not a good or accurate phrase. I’ve just personally heard most of the following terms used more.

Other slang terms for the police:

Sweeney/Sweeney Todd - Cockney rhyming slang for Flying Squad (the police). The Flying Squad is a branch of the Serious and Organised Crime Command within Londons Metropolitan Police Service. They investigate robberies.

E.g. “Here come the Sweeney!”

Bobby - a police officer. Originating from Sir Robert Peel who established the force in 1829.

E.g. “We had bobbies knocking on our door this morning looking for you.”

Peeler - a police officer. Also originating from Sir Robert Peel.

E.g “Watch out for the peelers.”

Copper - a police officer. Originating from the word “cop” which meant “to capture”, so a copper is someone who captures. I know “cop” is used commonly in America too but I still thought it was worth noting the use of “copper” in the UK.

E.g. “Alright, copper?”

The Bill/The Old Bill- the police. This became a nickname for the Met police after the Great War when it was fashionable to wear one’s moustache like the cartoon soldier character Old Bill, by George Bairnsfather.

E.g. “They won’t talk to the Old Bill but they might talk to you.”

Filth - derogatory slang for the police.

E.g. “Watch out, the filth are behind us.”

Dibble - derogatory slang for a police officer, originating from the character Officer Dibble from the cartoon Top Cat.

E.g. “Good afternoon, Dibble!”

Fuzz - the police. I believe it comes from a mispronunciation of “the force”. Most commonly known from the movie Hot Fuzz.

E.g. “Look, there’s the fuzz!”

Plod/PC Plod - a police officer. Originates from Mr Plod, a police character in books by children’s author Enid Blyton.

E.g. “I was enjoying my day, then PC Plod over here had to go and ruin it!”

Pig - derogatory term for a police officer or informer. It’s a bit unclear about the origins of this word being used to mean police, but some people believe it’s an allusion to early detectives sniffing out crime like pigs with truffles. It could also just be something insulting to call them or perhaps relates to another police slang term, “filth”?

E.g. “There’s pigs crawling all over London.”

Slang words relating to the police or to crime:

Booked/nicked - to be arrested/to get in trouble.

E.g. “They got nicked last night.”

Nick - police station or prison. Also means to steal something.

E.g. “Alex nicked a packet of Monster Much and a bottle of vodka, got nicked and now they’ve spent a night in the nick.”

Grass - a police informer/to tell the police/narc. Originates from the rhyming slang “grasshopper” meaning “copper”. The “grass” or “grasser” tells the “copper”.

E.g. “You grassed me up!” Or “He’s a grass!” Or “Don’t be a grass.”

Dob in - to tell someone about something someone else has done wrong.

E.g. “You dobbed me in to the police!”

Porridge - a prison sentence. Originates from the 1950’s when porridge was a large part of a prisoners diet in Britain.

E.g. “Just do your porridge and keep your head down.” Or “She’s serving porridge.”

And there you go, a selection of British police slang! By no means am I saying that these words are only said in the UK, but these are either very common here or have historical origins in the UK. As mentioned in my Cockney post, I’m not an expert on the subject and I can only speak from one perspective of British culture (white British); there are many cultures and social groups here that may have other slang terms that I either have forgotten about or have never heard of. I’m just sharing the knowledge that I have in the hopes that it will helpful, informative, or at the very least entertaining to someone. And hopefully it’ll help give all you Hobie fanfic writers a new choice of slang vocabulary to pick and choose from!

I might make another post about general British slang words. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in or if there’s a specific area that you’d like to know about!

[kissorkill16]

Sickly Sweet: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky is sick, so his science teacher is taking care of him.

(P.S., for @limoks-blogs !)

Mr. Murtaugh angrily stomped down the sidewalk of Friendly Court, axe in one hand and his whole body covered in blood.

"God damn it all...", he growled under his breath, "That bastard. Fucking son of a -"

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the new girl, Trinity walk out of the Roth house. What was she doing there?

And did she just leave the door open? How rude!

He quickly jumped into a bush when she began to walk off the property, and when she was completely out of sight, the science teacher ran into the house, and he nearly jumped when he saw how dark it was. He tried turning on the light, and immediately shielded his eyes.

"Son of a bitch!", he cursed under his breath. "Hello? Is anyone home?", he called out. "Mr. Roth? Mrs. Roth?"

No one answered back, just echoes of the house.

Mr. Murtaugh walked up the stairs, hoping to see at least one person in the house. The Roth's shared bedroom was empty, so was the bathroom.

Nicky's room was closed.

Against his better judgement, he slowly opened the door and walked in. It was cold, and he was greeted by the first thing he saw, a black colored pencil drawing of a dark shadow with dark swirling eyes.

He looked around the rest of the room, and he growled. "This whole damn room is a mess. But what can you expect from a young child?"

Mr. Murtaugh stepped further into the room, and he jumped back when he felt something grab his ankle. He saw that a hand extended from under the bed.

He bent down and saw that it was...Nicky.

"Nicholas?"

Nicky slowly came out of the shadows from under the bed, the first visible thing being those wide, straining, bloodshot red eyes. "Go away.", he whispered.

"Nicholas, what are you doing under there?", asked the science teacher, "And why are you alone at home again? I thought your parents would get you a babysitter, or at least ask one of the neighbors to check on you every now and then."

"Leave. Me. Alone."

The science teacher sighed, "Nicky, come out from under the bed.", he said.

"No!", said Nicky, "It's still out there!", he put the same bag he wore the first few times in episodes like this over his head. "It's still waiting for me."

Mr. Murtaugh looked back at the colored pencil drawing on the wall, then he sighed and looked back at Nicky, extending his hands. "Nicky, come out. I will protect you from the monster."

"Really?"

"Yes, Nicholas."

"...Okay."

Nicky slowly crawled out of the bed and into Mr. Murtaugh's arms, and the science teacher slowly picked him up and held him in a tight embrace.

Then the boy sneezed.

"Oh dear, are you sick?", asked Mr. Murtaugh, "How long were you under the bed?"

"I don't know."

The science teacher sighed, "Well, however long you were down there, you must've gotten sick from all of the dust.", he said.

Nicky whimpered as he rubbed his nose, "My nose is stuffy and my throat itches."

"Well...I could take you back to my place and get you some medicine. Would you like that?"

Nicky nodded.

The science teacher carried Nicky all the way to his house away from Friendly Court.

When they finally made it to the science teacher's apartment, Nicky was already asleep in his arms, so Mr. Murtaugh gently laid him down on the couch, accidentally waking him up.

"Just relax right here, Nicholas. I'm going to go get you some medicine.", said Mr. Murtaugh.

The science teacher left the room, and Nicky curled up on the couch, hugging his knees as he felt himself falling back asleep.

As Mr. Murtaugh was getting the medicine, he couldn't help but realize that this was the perfect opportunity to kill the little boy. He'd finally put an end to the little brat and appease his master.

He took out a kitchen knife from one of the drawers, then he slowly walked back to the living room.

He slowly came behind Nicky as he slept, and he raised the knife high over head, but just as he was about to bring it down to Nicky's head, he stopped.

For some reason, he didn't really want to kill the boy anymore. He didn't know why, but he felt a slight twinge of guilt when he was about to do it. He put the knife down and walked back to the kitchen, and this time, he started making something else.

Half an hour later, Nicky was woken up by the smell of toasted bread and meat, and he looked to the living room table to see a turkey sandwich. Standing next to the table was his science teacher.

"Why don't you eat something before you take your medicine?", said Mr. Murtaugh, "I'd hate to make you take medicine on an empty stomach."

Nicky looked at the sandwich and extended a hand to it. He had to admit, he was pretty hungry. He hasn't eaten all day, and the sight of food made his stomach rumble and his mouth water. So he picked up the sandwich and took a few bites of it.

"After you eat and take the medicine, I'll run you a bath. It'll warm you up a bit.", said the science teacher.

"Thank you, sir."

After Nicky ate, took the medicine, took a bath, he felt tired once again and he went back to sleep on his science teacher's couch.

As he slept, Mr. Murtaugh watched him from afar, just silently thinking to himself.

"The boss would kill me, I can't keep doing this!", he thought, "The boy is one of them, I can't keep him alive, he'll have my head if the child isn't..."

He looked at Nicky once again, and this time, he really looked at him. How innocent he looked when he was sleeping, just laying there peacefully. It made Mr. Murtaugh feel all...warm inside. It was strange, but for some reason...

He liked it.

"Maybe I'll keep him alive a little while longer.", he thought, "And when he least suspects it, I'll smite him and his friends."

He smiled evilly at the boy.

"Yes. Yes...that sounds like a great idea."

[lilacxquartz]

after playing homicipher i definitely gotta write some mr crawling fanfic i fear

[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 4

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

You dragged Anna through the back room and nearly reached the exit before Anna pulled free. "We can't leave him in there!"

"He told us to run!"

"He wouldn't leave us!"

You looked at Anna, then toward the swinging doors. It sounded like a small battle had broken out in the main patient area. "Alright. I'll go back and try to get him out. You run ahead!"

"And leave you behind?!" Anna screeched, her face horrified. 

You put your hands on Anna's shoulders. "Listen, you have Miranda to look after. She doesn't have anyone else! So go back to her! Terrian and I will meet you at your apartment later."

Anna hesitated for a few moments, then nodded, tears leaking down her face, and ran out the back door.

You swallowed hard. You quickly scanned the room until you located a scalpel, grabbed it from the counter, then ran back through the swinging doors. The sight laid out before you was worse than any nightmare your sleeping mind could have conjured up. 

Terrian was on the floor, not moving, blood pooling beside his head. Around half the patients were already dead, decapitated or disemboweled in their beds. The rest were shrieking in terror, most of them confined to their beds but trying so desperately to escape that a few of them had tumbled onto the floor and were now crawling in the direction of the back room. Blood was every where, as if the whole room had been painted red, just like the sky. The three half-breeds were calmly making their way toward the back, slaughtering the immobilized patients along the way.

The half-breeds didn't even look angry.

One of them looked up and noticed you. He was taller than the others, with fiery red hair. "Oh, there's one of the nurses," he said.

The other two looked up briefly, then returned to their work with the patients as if they were not even interested. The redhead lunged at you, and you sliced at him with the scalpel. You managed to cut the sleeve of his uniform, and a tiny trickle of blood escaped his arm. To a half-breed, it was less than a paper cut.

He quickly grabbed the hand holding the scalpel and squeezed until you dropped the weapon, then flung you across the room. You hit the wall and slid to the floor, wincing. A couple of the patients froze to watch the unfolding scene. A trembling hand reached out to you from under the bed beside you, and you looked over to see Mr. Renaldo, the elderly patient who flirted playfully with you, peeking out with terrified eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but the half-breed suddenly threw the bed aside and grabbed Mr. Renaldo by his throat. 

The red-haired monster lifted the old man into the air, then clenched his hand tightly until the man's entire head popped off, like the cork from a bottle of wine. He dropped the now limp body and looked down at you.

You screamed, kicking at the half-breed as he came closer, until you heard an even louder scream. You looked up and saw that Anna had jumped onto the half-breed's back, wrapping her legs around his torso and clawing at his face with her fingernails.

You used the opportunity to crawl away and stand up, your eyes darting over the floor in search of the scalpel. The half-breed finally managed to get a hold of Anna and pulled her off his back, throwing her to the floor. "I found the other nurse," he said to the others. 

The two other half-breeds looked up, then began walking toward him. The woman looked slightly disgusted. "These two human girls are giving you trouble?" she asked with a hollow voice.

The redhead shook his head. "Not really. But we should deal with them first and save the weakest for last."

The other male half-breed, who had very long, straight dark hair that fell to his hips, nodded in agreement. "I'll take the first one, you take the one with short hair."

The redhead grabbed Anna by the wrists then jerked her arms above her head. The half-breed with long hair similarly grabbed you.

The redhead was facing Anna, and leaned his face in close to hers. "This one looks good," he said. His face was completely expressionless, making his words all the more disturbing. "I'll enjoy her first."

Anna screamed, kicking and struggling wildly, like an animal. You couldn't even begin to imagine the absolute horror the other girl was going through. But then the long-haired half-breed looked you up and down, and shoved you onto a cot. "This one looks good as well," he said.

It was your turn to scream again, as you were forced face down on the cot that had only minutes ago held a patient. The full terror of the situation was sinking into your brain. This was the end. You and Anna would be raped and killed right here in the clinic, in the one place that gave you the smallest bit of hope.

Anna's screams of anger and fear turned to sobs of defeat and sorrow as tears poured freely down her face. You could only make out the word "no" among her cries as the redhead wordlessly began tearing at Anna's clothes. You still couldn't understand how he could have no expression on his face. No desire, no anger, no joy. Nothing.

You couldn't help wondering why they were doing this if they couldn't feel anything.

The half-breed woman glanced around the room until her gaze landed in the direction of Terrian, lying near the front door. "Pity, the only good looking man is already dead," she said. "I'll finish off the rest then."

Upon hearing this, the remaining patients began to scream and crawl again, trying desperately to reach an exit. Your face was pressed against the pillow on the cot, but you could see Terrian's body.

Already dead. She said Terrian was already dead.

You stopped struggling then, closing your eyes and going limp. You could still hear Anna crying, but the redhead had moved her to a cot and you could no longer see what was happening to her. You wanted to block it all out, to just pass out or go ahead and die.

Amidst the screams and cries in the room, you heard the sound of the front door swinging open. You immediately thought that a patient was coming in, some unlucky person who would now be killed like the rest. But then you heard it, that familiar mechanical voice saying, "What is going on?"

You opened your eyes and saw Vartan standing in the middle of the room, looking around. His eyebrows were raised, and you remembered that this seemed to be his "shocked expression".

You didn't want him to be there. You didn't want him to be a part of this. You couldn't understand why, but the thought of Vartan participating in this horrible massacre made your heart burn. But he was a half-breed after all, just as Terrian had said. And no half-breed passed up the opportunity to slaughter a few humans.

You heard the redhead speak. "These humans are harboring those who escaped punishment."

Vartan nodded. "I see. And what is their punishment?"

The woman answered. "Execution."

Vartan's eyebrows raised slightly again. "Is that not severe?"

The long haired half-breed who had you pinned down stood up, but kept his grip on your hands, pulled tightly behind your back. This gave you a little more room to move, and you struggled to get a glimpse of Anna. 

Across the room, you could see her on a cot, the redhead literally sitting on top of her. But only her shirt had been removed, her pants and bra still intact.

The long-haired half-breed narrowed his eyes a little at Vartan. "Severe? Is it any more severe than our usual punishments?"

Vartan was quiet for a little while, as if debating on what to say. He looked at Terrian on the floor, then at you. Your eyes met his for a moment, and you could feel your cheeks burning. The situation was mortifying to say the least. Then Vartan suddenly looked back to the long-haired half-breed and said, "I request that you spare the remaining humans."

Your eyes widened. You couldn't believe it. Was he actually helping you? The other half-breeds looked at each other, then at Vartan. Their cold faces hinted vaguely at surprise, then anger.

"Why would you request such a thing?" the redhead asked.

Vartan looked at you again. "They saved me when I was injured. They could have easily let me die. They obviously have no aims of rebellion or going against the Pagoda. They pose no threat to us."

The long-haired man chuckled, the first time you had ever heard a half-breed laugh. "I understand. You have your eye on this woman, don't you?"

Vartan said nothing.

"If you want this human, stop delaying and take her, otherwise someone else will take her first."

Your heart was pounding furiously. Was that it? Was Vartan only helping you because he wanted you for himself?

The half-breed woman sat down on a cot and crossed her legs. You hated to admit it, but she was incredibly beautiful. Her caramel colored hair fell in layers to her shoulders, and her eyes were chocolate brown and hunter green. She looked at Vartan with something resembling a frown. 

"You're shameful, Vartan. Consorting with humans and interfering with their punishment! There is only one reason to interact with these pitiful creatures, and that is for our physical enjoyment. I don't know what you plan to gain by being kind to this human. If you want to enjoy her, do so! But stop embarrassing us with your games!"

You had never heard a half-breed talk for so long, much less with so much anger. You had never heard any form of emotion from them, so this was all very shocking to you. But most bothersome was what the half-breed was saying. Was she telling the truth? Was Vartan just playing some sort of game with you?

Vartan finally responded. "She saved me. I want to help her in return. That's all."

"You can't fool us. We have been watching you since the last incident," the redhead said. "Is this not the second time you have defied us?"

Vartan said nothing, and the long-haired man stepped away from the cot, releasing you. "Alright. We will spare them, but only under the condition that you will accept punishment in their place."

You sat up on the cot, watching Vartan. He looked at you again, then looked to the floor. "I accept."

Before your mind realized what you were doing, your body moved on its own. You rushed toward Vartan, putting yourself between him and the long-haired half-breed. "No, you can't!"

Vartan looked surprised again, but quickly pushed you to the side. "Punishment for us is different from punishment for humans."

"What does that mean?!"

The redhead had left Anna and was standing near Vartan. "He will not be executed," he said flatly.

You looked at Vartan, but he refused to return your gaze. The three other half-breeds gathered around him, then began punching and kicking until he fell to the ground. They closed in even tighter around him, kicking at him with all their might. Finally, he began to grunt in pain.

You had tears in your eyes. You carefully made your way around them and over to Anna, who was sitting up on her own cot, having pulled her shirt back on. Anna was crying too, so you wrapped your arms around her and held her tightly. The two of you sobbed while the half-breeds continued their assault on Vartan, who by now was almost screaming with each kick.

The day wore on, and after another hour had passed, the half-breeds finally stopped and looked at you. "This clinic is officially closed," the redhead told her. "We will be watching, and if it opens again, we will kill everyone inside. We will accept no requests next time, not even from Vartan."

They left out the front door, walking casually as if nothing had happened. When the door slammed shut behind them, you and Anna got up from the cot and walked across the room, beginning your long night of picking up the broken pieces of your last bastion of hope.