#tew2 fanfic

[thevanillerose]

ARTPIECE | STEFANO x READER | THE EVIL WITHIN

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

Content Warning: Yandere themes, abuse/violence, unhealthy relationships.

“I've never laid eyes on someone as wonderful as you...and you'll be here with me forever now...”

Stefano was enamored with you. You were...quite simply...perfection.

Flawless. Beautiful. Something that ought to be framed and preserved for eternity.

That was his intention.  

His photography was usually reserved for capturing moments of death, pain and torture. Of course, he had considered putting you through that too.

However...if he got too carried away, you would be ruined. What then? It would be such a waste, a sorrowful waste of a pretty face, a gorgeous body.

He didn't like to waste things.

So, he avoided it. Instead, he opted to keep you.  

Your cage may as well have been a picture frame. On all sides you were surrounded by flat, cold panels of glass. It encased you, left you feeling like there was truly no way out.

And...quite honestly, there wasn't.

Stefano had it all under lock and key. To make the door budge even slightly was impossible, and smashing through it would have simply lacerated your arms and legs. If you didn't want to harm yourself then you were stuck here, standing and looking pretty for him. Which was exactly what he desired.

All he truly wished for was to observe you.  

But at times, the door would open, and he would step inside. It was always incredibly tense, because you worried and wondered about what he was going to do to you. At times he would pull that sharpened blade from his pocket and gouge it upon your face, scratching and etching marks into your skin which would linger on forever like scars.

In other moments he would embrace you and assure you of his love.  

“I have only marked you a little after all, isn't that true? A simple cut above the brow is nothing to cry about...”

When you did cry, in those vulnerable moments, he would dab your eyes delicately with the corner of his handkerchief.

It was hard to really feel loved though. You struggled to believe that he cared when he was capable of being so undoubtedly cruel. He would at times turn on you so harshly that you would be left begging and sobbing for any kind of mercy. Stefano could have you fallen at his polished shoes...and still, that wasn't always enough.  

He seemed to take joy in seeing you suffer. He would snake a gloved hand beneath your jaw and tilt your head up, gazing into your eyes with almost alien ones of his own, how sharp and crystal clear they were, be they natural or a lens. Any hint of reluctance on your part and he would simply dig his fingers in harder than ever, like he intended to crack it completely.

If you cringed or you grimaced, he would smile. He always looked so relaxed about it, too relaxed. His amusement was always tied to your misery.

Sometimes you would ask him. Sometimes when your courage was up, your faith was strong, you would dare to ask if he might give you some freedom.

He laughed. He always laughed at that. Never too hard mind you, to risk ruining his classy facade, but enough to mock you thoroughly nonetheless.  

At times he seemed sickened when he heard it, and he would boot you in the side until you were curled at his feet, crouching on his haunches over you, knife at the ready. Some threat would filter down to your ears but you would be too numb, too seized with pain to even really register it.

Eventually you dropped the notion entirely. It did seem to register that it was a pointless endeavor. One that would only serve to get you killed if you kept on asking about it.

Though maybe death would be a mercy at this stage. He kept you fed, and bathed you himself. You never strayed too far from that cage you were kept in, but Stefano would do the necessities to keep you alive and in good enough shape. If you needed sleep he would drape a thick cloth over the box for a few hours and allow you that privilege.

You almost didn't want it though. You almost wanted to die, because then it would be over. You'd no longer be trapped here as a marvel for this twisted man, who you would sometimes see killing innocents right in front of you. Trapped behind the glass, you'd be able to do little but bang on it, and your protests would either drive more laughter out of him, or drive you into the ground by his hand.

There was no crossing this man.

No escaping him either.

Ever.

“...Because, [Y/N]...”

His red gloved hand pressed to the outside of your eternal prison, and he looked in at you with amusement…

“You're my artpiece.”

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[matchaccino-x]

Fan art for a the TEW2 x Silent Hill crossover fanfic "Displaced" by @detectivesebcas, which you can find HERE on AO3. Highly recommend it, I enjoyed the dark & suspenseful journey thoroughly even though it did leave me with so many overwhelming feels for our poor bois ;_; Kudos as always to the author for the amazing story.

(There was supposed to be a little more to this piece but this is all I could clean up for now, and it's been sitting in my computer for a while ^^; Always a pleasure drawing the bois anyhow.)

[8-rae-rae-8]

The evil within fandom isn't ready for me to make fanfic. It will be emotional

Something is coming out tonight

[skywardsister]

TEW2 Fanfic: The Art of Survival

After discovering The Evil Within 2, I wondered- how different would things be had Stefano been a regular-ish citizen of Union? This is that idea! The Evil Within 2 is property of Bethesday Softworks, the story is mine (please don’t use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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People lurched down the street, their skin bruised like that of softened fruit in a still-life. Just like that, Union was no longer the picturesque suburban landscape Mobius had initially designed it to be. Stefano’s chest swelled at the sight.

Back when the artist agreed to become a citizen of Mobius’s simulated town, it served as a haven; no financial burdens weighing him down meant all the time in the world to work on his craft in peace. As time drew on, however, Stefano grew rather bored with his existence there. It was too nice. Too quiet. He lacked a proper muse so his work refused to take shape.

Now, as the gruesome figures that were once the artist’s neighbors burst from their front doors and staggered over curbs and cracked pavement, Stefano’s pulse quickened. Nabbing his camera, he took to the streets to observe them and sate his morbid curiosity.

A putrid odor permeated the air that would have crinkled the man’s nose if he wasn’t so distracted. Stefano snapped a myriad of photos, never straying too close to the road for his own safety. Had he been armed, the artist would have drawn nearer in a heartbeat; an old canvas knife was too blunt to deal any real damage, though.

Stefano lowered his camera and turned when he heard something rustling in a nearby row of hedges but his reaction was too slow for his own good; one of the zombie-like figures charged him and knocked him to the ground. The flash of the handheld device in his hands didn’t deter the monster in the slightest as it wrestled to pummel him. As the monster reared up to slam down with both of its fists, a bang rang out and something skewered clean through its body, causing it to slump to the side. The precision of the shot was artful. Stefano scrambled away from the body still clutching his camera.

“Hey, are you alright?” A stranger approached holding a shotgun. This man looked to be in his late thirties with a strong physique and a rugged countenance. He had a handgun holstered on his left side and a hunting knife strapped to his right, possibly even more fire power against his back. No uniform, just street clothes, which meant he wasn’t a member of Mobius. With a firm grip, he helped hoist the artist to his feet. “These things can pack a punch.”

“I’m fine,” Stefano answered as he regained his footing. Blood now stained his suit jacket but it at least wasn’t his own. “You’ve got quite the aim. I’m Stefano Valentini.”

“Sebastian,” responded the stranger. “And thanks. It took a lot of uh… experience.”

Sebastian whipped around and shot another shambling figure easily as if his gun was an extension of himself. All of his motions were calculated and swift. Simply watching him work brought a smile to Stefano’s face. He hoped to see more of such mastery.

“Look, you can’t stay out here. I can’t promise things won’t get much worse,” Sebastian said with a grim expression. “But I can try to get you to a safehouse. There’s one two blocks over.”

“Safehouse?” Stefano repeated the word. “Do you really think that anywhere in Union is safe right now?”

That question gave Sebastian pause. No matter how much he wanted to say yes, he knew he could never be sure. Even with his police training, he’d never let his guard down; he couldn’t imagine being an average citizen with no formal training for a situation as dire and strange as this one. He certainly didn’t trust Mobius to install effective safety precautions in this version of STEM, either. Sebastian sighed. A quick flash of light startled him; the photographer was back to snapping pictures despite everything.  Sebastian reached out and forced Stefano to lower the camera, somewhat yanking the other man down in the process.

“Stop that,” Sebastian hissed, receiving a dirty look in exchange. “The last thing we need is to draw more attention to ourselves. Now stay close- I still think the safehouse is worth a try.” Stefano scowled in response and held his camera close to his chest but didn’t protest further.

Together, the men stuck to the shadows sneaking from house to house, stopping every now and then to listen carefully and watch for approaching monsters. Stefano lagged behind a few times and watched the chaos with a fascination Sebastian could never understand; thankfully, it didn’t slow their progress too much. Sebastian found himself giving backwards glances to ensure Stefano was still within reach sometimes, and blocking him with an arm at other points to stop him short of stepping between a pair of figures tearing away at a body with their bare hands.

It took a tense few more minutes of crouching in bushes and sprinting at top speed for a dingy metal shack to come into view.

“That can’t be it,” the artist gawked at the pitiful-looking structure. Aside from a sloppily spray-painted Mobius logo on its door, it could have simply been someone’s utility shed. Stefano assumed he would have been safer just staying in his house in the first place than trying his luck here. Sebastian practically half-dragged him by the sleeve the rest of the distance to the shack.

“If people can become monsters, maybe shacks can be fortresses,” Sebastian shrugged as he reached forward and pulled open the front door for his companion. The interior was dimly lit by a bare hanging lightbulb which illuminated some dusty boxes and a desk with a Mobius computer. Thin sheets of metal lined the walls and roof, although they probably weren’t reinforcing anything. “I can’t claim to know how things work in Union, but they don’t always work the way you’d expect.”

Stefano’s shoulders drooped and he hesitated to cross the threshold. Even if this flimsy building could keep its occupants out of harms way, it felt wrong to depart from Sebastian’s side so soon. His chest brimmed with the certainty that there was nobody else in all of Union as prepped to survive this ordeal as Sebastian was.  How long would Stefano be stranded here waiting for the chaos to clear out? Would supplies last until then?

“I’ll check back soon,” Sebastian said, causing the artist to look at him again. It was as if they’d been having the same thought. Stefano nodded without putting his lingering doubts to words. He shook his head and corrected his souring expression.

“You better,” Stefano flashed a smile at the other man before stepping forward and finally allowing the door to close behind him, separating them.

[mrsfullbuster500]

The Evil Within Fanfic Update #1

Ok, so my first update on my first fanfic for The Evil Within games. 

Where I’m at right now is that I have the first few chapters ready to post to Wattpad. Although I haven’t posted them yet because I’m still trying to think up a name for the fic.

As I haven’t been able to think of names for it yet, I’m hoping that you guys might have some ideas help me out with this little dilemma.

The fanfics, like what I did with Little Hope, are going to be the events of the games from the perspective of an OC. The Evil Within 2 fanfic I’ll do as a separate work as a sequel to the fanfic of the first game, so I’ll have to eventually come up with a name for that, but that bridge I’ll cross when I get to it.

I’ll do a separate post for my Evil Within OCs at some point, maybe later after stream. Anyway, if you guys have any ideas for fanfic names, then feel free to let me know.

[quietest-rebellion]

“His Last Masterpiece” Epilogue

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

“Are you sure they’re in there?” Sebastian asked, closing his car door, careful not to wake Lily who was asleep in the backseat.

“Positive.” Kidman shut her door and locked the van. “I was able to pull up their files and figure out which building they were in. Lucky for them, the same one.”

“Do I even want to know how many of these there are?” Sebastian grumbled.

“Probably not.” Kidman unlocked the door and opened it. Inside was another door and a number pad. She typed in the code and the door opened. Sebastian followed her in.

They were in an observation room above a room with STEM pods as far as the eye could see. Each one with a corpse. Great. At least these ones wouldn’t jump up and try to kill them. ….Probably.

“These people were all citizens in Union?” Sebastian asked as they walked downstairs.

“Unfortunately. They all succumbed to the Lost Phenomenon.”

“Or were killed by Theodore.”

“Or Stefano.” Kidman pointed out. “You never explained why you saved him.” Sebastian was quiet for a minute.

“Guy’s gotta pay for the murders in Krimson.” He told her. She nodded. “Death would’ve been too kind.” They walked up to another door and Kidman swiped her Mobius ID card. The door beeped and opened.

“Any idea which row they’re in?” Sebastian asked. Kidman shrugged.

“I’d assume by now that they’re awake and wandering around.”

You heard the door beep and hid behind the nearest bathtub. Stefano did the same.

“Y/N?” Could it be…? You peaked out from behind the tub. “Y/N? Are you here?” You slowly stood up.

“Sebastian?” He was standing maybe twenty bathtubs down the row with a young brunette woman in a leather jacket. Sebastian ran forward, grabbing you by the shoulders. He seemed like he might’ve hugged you, had he been the hugging type. He let go of you and turned to the young woman. Which, when you looked at her, she probably was close to your age. She walked up to you and held out a gloved hand.

“Juli Kidman.”

“Y/N L/N.” You shook her hand, glad to finally put a face to the name. Stefano finally came out from his hiding spot.

“Stefano Valentini.” He butted in.

“I know.” Kidman told him sternly. He narrowed his eye. Sebastian looked a bit surprised to see Stefano with facial hair, but didn’t say anything.

“Come on.” He said, starting to walk back towards the exit. “I don’t want to leave Lily for too long.”

You and Stefano weakly followed Sebastian and Kidman to a van parked outside. The two of you climbed into the middle set of seats, careful not to wake Lily. You smiled when you saw her. She was just as cute as before, although, she was bigger and her hair was longer. How long was she in STEM?

Kidman climbed into the driver’s seat and Sebastian got into the passenger’s. Everyone put on their seatbelts and Kidman started the car. As she pulled away from the building you could see that the sun was coming up. It was beautiful. You leaned back and closed your eyes as you listened to the sounds of the road and the radio playing softly.

But I won’t cry for yesterday.

There’s an ordinary world,

Somehow, I have to find.

And as I try to make my way

To the ordinary world,

Author’s Note

I will learn to survive...

Prequel

[mradministratorsir]

So I’ve been calling the Administrator “Adam” for the longest time. When I started liking him I figured I’d give him a name. I don’t know, Adam stuck. We even started using it regularly in the server.

If you see Adam being used, I’m probably referring to the Admin lmfao

[thedisasterbard]

“So you admit it! You do think about me, just like how I think about you!” Kidman took his hands in hers and her cool touch soothed some of the heat on his skin. “This torture… You could end it right now…” She leaned in close to his trembling lips. “I won’t pull away this time…”

[inquisitorcastellanos]

Updated... finally

[8-rae-rae-8]

Out of the cold

3.5k words.

Cross-posted on AO3 last night.

tags and fic under the cut

Relationship tags: Sebastian Castellanos/Myra Hanson, Brief Sebastian/Myra, Breif Sebastian/Joseph, Lily Castellanos & Sebastian Castellanos, Lily castellanos & Joseph oda, Sebastian Castellanos/Joseph Oda

Additional tags: Uncle Joseph, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Cold Weather, Cold, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Sebastian Castellanos, Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Myra dies. like in canon. sigh, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Bittersweet, Crying

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The ground felt like ice under his body. Chilling to the bone and unyielding to attempts at warming himself up. His hands rub his arms, self soothing but not quite warming. Where is this? Snow covered the ground around him, body delicately placed in the melting snowflakes. No steps were around him, as if he was placed there. Or snow fell around him.

His head buzzed with a high pitched tone, a sharp pain spreading through his body. Everything screamed at him that something had gone wrong, something was off. It wasn’t winter yet, Krimson City didn’t get this much snow. Though, as if on cue, the sun peeked through dark clouds, illuminating the surrounding area.

Not Krimson City.

An empty field, covered in snow with giant rocks dotted around. Joseph’s hands trembled, taking in the surrounding area. He was on a hill, not far up but enough to get a good view of the area.

Small cries gained his attention within an instant, far, but not too far. Any ache in his body, the ringing in his ears, and his shivers went unacknowledged. He must not have been in the freezing snow long enough to harm him, no frostbite on his skin. Snow melted in his hair, enough to make his teeth chatter with any wind.

Cries of a child in distress too close for comfort. No kid should be in this weather, not this far from any sort civilization. If there was any.

Scanning his environment once more, a house nestled on the very top of the hill. A mountainous hill, nonetheless. Each part of him trembled as he stood up get a better look. The house looked exactly like his friend’s—coworker’s—house that burnt down years ago… And those cries. Those cries…

Joseph’s breath hitched as he pulled himself further up the hill. His snow frozen clothes stick to his skin. But those cries keep ringing in his head until that high pitched sound no longer lingers.

He knows those sobs. The same cries he heard when Sebastian and Myra showed him their little girl, their Lily. The same cries that babbled out broken words over an ice cream he had gotten the child, that he bought again to soothe her. The sobs that called for ‘Uncle Joseph’ when Myra and Sebastian couldn’t help her with her new school.

Uncle Joseph was there.

There was no way to be sure if it was a dream or not, but he had to get to her either way. It didn’t feel like it was a dream. It.. It felt like STEM all over again. With that loud ringing, and the sudden warmth dripping from his nose. Blood. A bloody nose. Joseph took a breath—Keep going, Lily needed him.

Every other step was a stumble as his mind attempted to catch up. Things seemed to phase in and out of reality, was it reality at all? Black leather gloves covered his hands, like his old ones. Before this, before STEM, back with the KCPD. Rather than a button-up, he wore a white T-shirt and black pants. A sidearm holstered to his hip. Ever so similar to what he wore when he first entered STEM.

God, this was it again, wasn’t it?

MOBIUS needed him, wanted to use him again. For what, he didn’t know. But those sobs were his driving force now. Questions could wait until Lily was safe with him.

The house was further than he thought, like it was pushed back a step for every two Joseph took. Pristine wood and untouched pathways waited for him, chest heaving with each breath. Three years since he had truly done activity like climbing for more than a staircase’s length. The cries snap him out of it.

A frosted over window was gently hit, a little girl in pink looking outside. Lily. Joseph sighed, so close. He was there now.

The front door was unlocked, though the door handle was freezing as he opened it. His gloves protected his hands. Whimpered echoed the large house, and Joseph didn’t wait any more time than he had to. The door closed behind him, he ran to the stairs.

“Lily! Lily??” Joseph’s voice was sore. From the cold, or maybe misuse. He wiped his glasses on his shirt, looking through the clean glasses. The house was just like it was before the fire, family pictures up and pristine. It felt like Sebastian’s home. A wonderful home.

Little feet pattered down the hall, a small body wrapping around Joseph’s waist to grab him tightly. A teary, wet face pressed into his shirt. Warm, sweet, childlike… Lily.

“Lily…” Joseph breathed out. He shed his gloves in an instant, red scarring covered the back of his hands, but he never cared for a seconds. Lily was there, what else would he care about?

“Uncle Jo!” Lily squeaked through tears, almost it was like everything was normal again. Like it was before. She hardly aged a day, her pjs just the same as she wore in a picture of Sebastian, her and Myra cuddled in bed that Sebastian kept on his desk.

“I’m here.. I’m here.” His cold hands cupped her cheeks, looking down to her. Rosey, tear stained, cheeks tilted up to him, Lily’s little face squished in his hands. The same face that looked up at him with awe as he explained basic math to her in a way that made sense. Three years gone by, and the kid hardly looked different. STEM could have adverse effects, he assumed.

The tears broke his heart. A small kid wailing for someone. Maybe Joseph wasn’t enough, but that thought was quickly wiped as Lily pressed her face back into his shirt. She sniffled.

Was she all alone? He wondered. Not a single trace of anyone but her in the house, or maybe the trace was the fact that toys weren’t everywhere. Someone cleaned up after her, maybe? In a place like STEM, he could never be sure. Nothing was certain, not even things that should be predictable.

“Where’s your mom? Your dad?” It was a long shot. Not even Joseph had seen them, not since Beacon. He was somewhere else, somewhere without a name, somewhere isolated. Like he needed to be observed like an animal in containment. Prior to this, he hadn’t felt any snow in his palms for years.

“Mommy- mommy’s outside!” Lily' hiccuped, more tears pouring from her eyes at the mention of her father. His stomach churned at the reaction. Fuck, where was Sebastian?

“We can wait for mommy then...” Joseph decided. He gulped down the many worries bubbling in his head. If Sebastian wasn’t here, where was he?

A loud rumble caught both of their attention, the world shaking under their feet. It was practically instinct to pick Lily up, not without struggle, of course. He was out of practice, even if she hadn’t grown much in the time he hadn’t been there. Things fell from shelves as Joseph cradled the girl in his arms. They’d be safe in Lily’s room, surely. And if anything were to happen… his side arm weighed on his hip as a reminder.

Protect Lily. That’s all he had to do.

Little hands reached up to his face, brushing over the scruff that now decorated his lower jaw. Lily touched with the most gentle pressure, like she was trying to figure out if he was real. Even amidst this, the world possibly crumbling under them, she giggled at the ticklish feeling on her palms.

Joseph couldn’t help but smile. There’s that sweet sound. He hadn’t realized how he missed it until his heart squeezed in his chest—he needed that. Something sweet against the fearful conditions.

“What’s that, hm?” He lightly bounced her in his arms, just how he did when she was still a baby, then a toddler. It was really a miracle that he could still hold her, let alone pick her up. If this didn’t feel so real, he’d worry it was a dream. Instead, he had to worry that this was STEM all over again.

“You’re scratchy!” The little one commented. Her tears began to dry on her red cheeks, breathing patterns starting to go back to normal. She smiled—a real smile. Joseph got to see the few missing teeth, just like she should have at her age.

“A little.” Joseph smiled with her. How could he not when he looked down at her sweet face? He didn’t ever want kids of his own, but he understood the adoration, the pure love.

Lily’s head tilted ever so slightly as she watched him, blue eyes following his gaze wherever he looked. Until she quickly looked away with a sharp gasp. The world trembled again—but not like something was breaking. Like something was forming. He shivered at the realization. The clothes on his back suddenly ice cold once more.

“Why don’t you lay in bed?” He quietly suggested as he leaned to attempt to see out Lily’s window. “I’ll be right here until your mom comes back.” Hopefully a promise he could keep. He’d be right there, he had to be. Lily was carefully set down, her happily going to lay in bed.

And as he said, Joseph didn’t go anywhere. Not when he felt like he was freezing, not when his teeth chattered. However, it didn’t seem good enough for Lily.

Her voice squeaked from the corner of the room, just loud enough to pull him from his thoughts.

“Uncle Joseph?” Lily quietly called from where she had started to color on her bed. A little coloring book and markers making a mess of the blankets.

He hummed in response, looking up towards the bed just as everything trembled once again. This time accompanied by a loud groan that felt ever so close. Whatever Lily was about to ask was no longer on her tongue as Joseph stood and sat next to her. Protect Lily.

The markers and book were discarded when Lily took place in Joseph’s lap, just how she did years before. His clothes dampened the bed, neither cared enough to mention it. Not when Lily pulled the blankets over them both, her eyebrows furrowed at how cold Joseph was—she was always aware of everything around her.

Her head rested on Joseph’s shoulder, a gentle hand protected the back of her head in that position. In case of anything happening. In case the world did crumble around them. At the very least, they wouldn’t be alone.

Minutes turned to hours of those sounds. Groaning, screaming. And the shaking. Until it became normal and Lily’s eyes slipped shut. The blankets were pulled further over her, delicately tucked. Joseph didn’t leave her side. Not even when darkness began to settle over the snow covered environment. No, he was here. Laying with Lily as his own eyes shut.

All of the screaming died down as the two slept. Soft footsteps filled it’s absence. Doors creaked open. The front, then the bedroom… Joseph’s light sleep was bothered by it. His eyes opened quickly as he reached for his side arm. The doorway was filled by a familiar figure.

“Joseph?”

“Seb-?”

His voice was caught in his throat as he stared. Sebastian Castellanos, staring at him with the same confusion. The both of them exhaled at the same time before lightly laughing. They were both alive, albeit one more hurt than the other.

He felt warm again. One missing piece left—Myra. If she was still there. His heart ached at the sight of a man he thought he lost for years that just stood in front of him. Though Sebastian seemed more frantic.

“We need to go, now.” Sebastian breathed out, taking a stumbling step forward to gently retrieve Lily from the blankets. “Joseph, we- I don’t know if we’ll all make it…”

Make it where?

Something fell with a strong thud outside. The former detective flinching at the sound. Lily, although sleepy, got situated in Sebastian’s arms, while he reached to pull Joseph up from the bed.

“We’ll make it. But where is ‘it’?” Confusion heavily settled in his head. Was everything actually crumbling now? Like he thought before?

“Myra’s waiting for us. I’ll explain later.” Sebastian spoke with determination. There wasn’t time to play catch-up, Joseph could tell. They make it to Myra, then they get to wherever ‘it’ was. At least ‘later’ meant this wasn’t the end.

Callused hands pulled him from the bed, one keeping it’s grasp firm as the other held Lily safely against his chest. The grip was unrelenting, pulling Joseph from the room and down the stairs with fast pace. The sleep in his eyes long gone, brief peace replaced with adrenaline.

As they reached the bottom floor, the door opened again, Myra standing there with the least amount of color in her face that Joseph had ever seen. But she smiled when she saw him. They exchanged glances that lasted no more than a few seconds. But Joseph understood. Even if it made him shiver.

Take care of them for me.

I will.

This was goodbye, he felt it in his bones. A sharp pain until it dulled out. Myra and Sebastian’s words were near silent as his ears rung. Myra looked back to him last after leaving a gentle kiss on Sebastian’s lips. A bittersweet emotion in her eyes.

“Myra…” Joseph whispered.

She didn’t say anything as she reached to him, a hand softly stroking his cheek before she nodded. Telling him to go, to follow. Whatever this was, she had it under control now.

There wasn’t a second to process it before they were running, leaving Myra inside the house. Joseph’s head turned to see her waving before snow covered his glasses. The world shook and cracked beneath their feet. Sebastian ran as a guide for him, holding his wrist tight enough to cut off circulation.

Everything blurred as the snow piled on his glasses. But things—rocks—fell around them, cracking the snow covered ground into several parts. The cold nipped at his exposed skin.

“Joseph!” Sebastian shouted. “Jump!” He then bolted, letting go of Joseph to let the man run after him. His glasses were quickly removed. At the very least, he could see how far he had to go. A crack in the world separated him from a glowing object that Sebastian seemed to hover over.

The snow slicked his boots, but he just barely made the jump, until he tried to get his footing and fell. Sebastian barely managed to grab his wrist again. Freezing fingers wrapping around Sebastian’s wrist and pulling on the ledge. Up, up, damnit, move!

He grunted as he pulled until his legs came over the side of the ledge and he could pull himself up with Sebastian as leverage. He trembled as he stood.

“Hold onto me!” Sebastian firmly said once Joseph was up. The glowing object he saw was a mirror with a gold plated frame. Like he saw the first time in STEM, the ones Sebastian looked into for minutes at a time. It was.. a device of sorts.

Joseph wasn’t willing to let go, even if Sebastian wanted him to. For the first time in years, he had him back. He had them… And he could only hope that Myra would make her way out too one day.

Before he realized, everything faded to black and warm hands were shaking his shoulders. Smaller hands, but slowly pulling him back. His mind felt like it was swimming, yet floating somewhere. Cool liquid settled along his bottom half, he realized. He had to fight his eyes to open them, hardly staying where the warm hands held him.

Words flooded his head next, along with broken sobs. A feminine voice was closest, telling him to wake up. Almost begging for him to wake up.

That wasn’t Myra. No, it was Kidman. Juli Kidman. Kid. She betrayed them, didn’t she? His mind was foggy, painfully so. His eyes hardly opened to see her, trying to push her hands back as everything weighed back down on him.

Finding Lily, Sebastian finding them, losing Myra, getting out…

It was STEM, but with a bittersweet ending this time. With them getting out, but losing someone along the way. His chest tightened with each breath. Is this how Sebastian felt getting out while not knowing his fate?

Kidman stood in front of him, waiting for him to come to his senses no doubt.

“You’re out, Joseph. It’s done.” It should be soothing, but he didn’t know how he got there in the first place before he was in STEM this time. Cold walls around him.

“Where’s Sebastian? And Lily..?” Joseph rushed to speak, forcing himself up from the substance he was in. Cold and sticky.

The MOBIUS agent hardly got to say anything before Joseph was pulling himself from the liquid and stumbling until he got view of Sebastian, who held a tired little girl in his arms. Tears dripping down his face from what Joseph assumed was a mix of joy and grief.

He had Lily again, and Joseph had both of them again. So why did his head scream with pain? Regret? Fear? His legs struggled to keep up with his movement, trembling just to get to them, where he was quickly engulfed in a side hug by Sebastian.

Hold in the pain, ignore the pulsing as long as he could, and lean into his touch. Just as warm as he remembered it. The man was more tainted by alcohol, he could smell it on his breath, but that didn’t matter when Sebastian held him tighter.

Nothing mattered when the freezing sensation finally left, leaving pain behind. No more than that. Joseph found it harder to keep himself quiet, something inside him begging to be seen after so long. He needed relief.

“We’re okay…” It sounded broken and halfhearted to his ears, but it was Seb talking to him. Offering to take some of the pain from him in a way they had done years ago. Back when they could have a beer and huddle up against Sebastian’s couch for a movie. When it was his suggestion that turned into mutually talking through things.

‘We’re okay.’

An invite to let something go after a rough day. This wasn’t just a ‘rough day’, but a rough absence. Far, far away from each other for much too long.

“Are we.. okay?” Joseph asked with unusual softness. How could he not? After this? Being suddenly whisked away into STEM, again, then Lily, Sebastian… Losing Myra. It was worse than an accident, worse than the accident. This time he knew them all so well, much better from all of Sebastian’s stories. And they left Myra there.

Sebastian’s hesitation made his stomach drop.

“We’ll be okay.” He seemed firm in that belief, though his lip trembled as he glanced back at his daughter. “We did what we had to do.”

“What we had to do??” Joseph’s brows furrowed. “We could have done more, we left Mrya!” The look Sebastian gave told him more than it should have. That they did do all they could. And that it still hurt to go. Now he understood the look she gave, the words she uttered.

‘Take care of them for me.’

Always.

“She had to send a signal to take down MOBIUS from the inside.. So Lily would be safe.” The words caught in Sebastian’s throat as he spoke.

She was gone then, taken from their hands without any sort of chance. The lady was always determined to do what she could. Joseph had looked up to her when he joined the force, both her and Sebastian as his driving force to get where he wanted to be. At their level, which had seemed to sink down since. Or perhaps break apart.

Their silence filled the room as the STEM machine shut down. Each light powered off one by one as they stood together. Heels clicked on the tile ground, waiting at an exit. Sebastian and Joseph merely looked at each other, searching each other’s gaze.

Joseph moved first. A hand landing firmly on Sebastian’s shoulder, though not loud enough to wake Lily, who slept on his chest. The touch, without gloves, felt like fire to his cold hand. They still trembled, no matter how far removed from the ice in STEM. But this, so close after being apart for so long, felt like a huge hill finally climbed. An obstacle passed.

Another hand pulled Joseph in close. Sebastian may still have reeked of alcohol, with a touch of smoke, but it was familiar. Warm, and just like home. After too damn long.

Sebastian was ready when Joseph’s chest caved with a gasping breath. He hadn’t realized he even begun to hold it. What came next was a weak, near silent sob. Sebastian may have gotten back his child and a friend, but Joseph got back a friend, his niece, and his life. Those three years away from everything was a blur of white walls and constant monitoring. Not that he could recall much.

“We are okay…” Came a comforting voice. They were okay. Sebastian, Joseph and Lily… They would be okay.

[bythedevilsluck]

The Enemy of My Enemy

Chapter One: I May Have Misplaced Her

A firm shove pressed into the side of Sebastian’s ribcage, rousing him to semi-consciousness. The air stank, sour, damp and metallic. He rolled onto his side, shoving the object away. The carpet under him was damp, and his body ached. “Fuck…” he breathed. His head throbbed, thoughts slowly uncongealing, but sluggishly, like his mind was filled with resin.

The object pressed back against him, this time his shoulder, and gave a shove, hard enough to roll Sebastian back onto his back. Sebastian squinted his eyes open, trying to blink away the blur. A fuzzy figure stood over him, and a glossy, brown leather shoe sat heavily on his chest.

“Are you going to wake up, or should I just kill you like a dog and be done with it?” Dripped a smooth Italian voice.

“Oh fuck me.” Sebastian groaned. Not him.

“Another time perhaps.”

“Like hell.” The former detective reached for his revolver, but the other man lifted his foot and shoved it harder against him, jamming the sole of his shoe down onto Sebastian’s fingers, pinning them against the the grip of the gun. Pain shot through Sebastians hand. He grunted.

Stefano looked down at Sebastian with an expression of bland disinterest, as though the two of them had not just been trying to kill each other mere moments ago.

Was it moments? Time was a weird thing in here, and Sebastian had apparently blacked out, which didn’t help. The last thing he remembered was pelting the asshole standing over him with a barrel full of shot. And then, nothing.

Roughy he dragged his hand out from under the artists shoe with one sharp tug, then knocked it off his chest. He snatched the revolver from his holster and trained it on the bastard. “What the hell is going on?”

Again, that dispassionate stare. Stefano half turned his back on the former detective, refocusing his gaze out a nearby window. The muscles around his eyes tensed for a moment. “War.” He said dramatically, like a femme fatale in a film noir. “That is what has happened.”

Sebastian didn’t move from his position on the floor, revolver still set squarely on the other man. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Stefano’s lip twisted in irritation. “You are such a rigid, ignorant creature aren’t you? Still stuck in the pattern of what was, unable to see now what is, a slave to the primal impulses coursing through those delightfully developed veins.” He let out a soft, bitter sound, halfway between a chuckle and a scoff. “Alas, our little dance will have to wait, Sebastian. Now, do try to keep up.”

“Cut the shit Stefano!” Sebastian barked. He pushed himself up off the tacky floor and stood, still a good 6 feet from the other man. “What happened? Why isn’t one of us dead?”

“We were, interrupted.” He lifted a gloved hand, motioning to the window with a fluid gesture.

Sebastian frowned, deep lines carving out between his brows. He looked at Stefano, then at the window, where a soft warm glow was coming through, like the light of a sunset.

Stefano couldn’t be trusted, there was no doubt in that regard. He was as psychotic as they come. But in the short time he’d known the man, he’d never seen him be even remotely deceptive about his intentions. He was as open as his ego demanded. Brazen. In there anyway.

Keeping his shoulder flexed, along with the weight of his gun, was making the wound from their unfinished battle throb. He gripped it with his left hand and sighed, fixing the artist with a hard warning glare for a long moment, before lowering the revolver with his right.

As he neared, the light coming through was so bright, it seemed almost like day. But it wasn’t. It was fire. Fire engulfing every structure, tearing through the crumbling world like a crimson tidal wave. “Who..?”

“Father Theodore.” Stefano drawled the words with great distain, as though speaking them left a bad taste in his mouth.

Theodore, of course. That fucking pyromaniac. But how did he suddenly get so…

His daughter.

The core.

Theodore must have went ahead and taken her when he discovered that Stefano had no intention of just handing her over. It was the only way to explain how he could have done all of this so quickly, become so strong, when before, it was the artist that had the run of the place.

Rage flushed through his body. Stefano must have been distracted by their fight. Theodore must have snatched her right from under the careless photographers nose. After all that big talk, he couldn’t protect her, not even for his own grand design. “You son of a bitch!” He turned, grabbing Stefano by his scarf, backing him up and shoving him against the wall with surprising swiftness.

Stefano snarled like fox in a snare.

“You let him take her?!”

“I didn’t do anything.” Stefano spat back. “She was just gone! Everything started to fall apart. It was…” the anger in his expression faltered, crumbling into one of grief. He shook his head. “She was just, gone.”

“You should have just given her to me. Instead you had me running in circles with this goddamn game! This is your fault.” Sebastian gave him a shove, hard. “And you’re going to help me get her back.”

[redvoid-40]

A little sneak peek never hurt nobody... (StefanoxWoman)

She found Stefano waiting for her inside the cloakroom, his maroon coat hanging neatly with his tie, amidst expensive furs and suits. The sleeves of his pristine white shirt were rolled up to his elbows allowing her to watch the muscles of his forearms flex as he undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one.

"Why are you doing this?" The woman asked, locking the door behind her.

"Because, Anima mia-" The artist purred, once again revealing his fangs to her as he smiled. "-I deserve to have you. Not that... philistine."

Another little teaser from my Survivor fic. This particular bit is not yet posted but the fic has already 2 chapters up!

AO3

Fanfiction

[quietest-rebellion]

“His Last Masterpiece” Ch. 3: Lily

A/N: Just wanted to let everyone know that I do have writing and or drawing requests open at the moment.

First Chapter

 Previous Chapter

You and Sebastian had walked at least half way across town by this point. Hiding in bushes, shooting anything that saw you. You weren't used to firing a gun, but quickly got the hang of it. The two of you had ducked into a small house to take a breather and check the map.

“So what's this ‘Core’ anyway?” You asked.

“You're in STEM and don't know what it is?” Sebastian questioned.

“Listen, I was told I was joining some kind of religious group. The next thing I knew I was in the beautiful town of Union. Everything was perfect until people started turning into the Lost.”

“Well, the Core is what this place runs on. She went missing. That's when all of this stuff started happening.”

“She?” You assumed by his reaction that Sebastian hadn't meant to let that slip.

“The Core is a little girl. Lily.” You could hear the pain in his voice. Obviously this girl was important to him. Whether he would tell you or not. Suddenly it hit you. Why Castellanos sounded familiar. And who Lily was. You remembered it clearly.

~*~*~*~

Stefano didn't often let you go wherever with him. You figured he was showing you off. That was probably why he had you put on a nice dress and had you do your hair. Not that he would have you wearing anything less than designer fashions anyway.

The two of you walked down a long hallway of his domain. His arm wrapped around your shoulder. He was taking long strides, you felt like you were running to keep up with him. Eventually you stopped in front of a door. He opened it. To your surprise a man was standing in the room. Calmly waiting by a fireplace. He turned towards you both and you were shocked to see the left side of his face was horribly scarred. You tried not to react to it.

“Nice to see you again, Stefano.” He spoke in a low, but strong tone. The man was tall, and dark. He had an air of friendliness about him. But something about him made you very uncomfortable, all the same. He wore what appeared to be the robe a priest would wear. But instead of crosses on it, there were weird symbols. They reminded you of eyes. Why did everyone have an obsession with eyes here?

“You as well, my friend.” Stefano replied. He moved to sit on the sofa and gestured for the other man to sit in the large chair across from it. You sat down beside Stefano as he kept his arm tight around your shoulders.

“As you know, I have a task for you.” The man started. This task must have been of utmost importance. He seemed very serious.

“Yes, well, go on, I haven't got all day, Father.” Stefano replied. Ah, so the man was a priest. Or preacher. Whichever. The man gave Stefano a cold stare. It sent shivers down your spine and you could feel Stefano tighten his grip on your shoulder. Was he.. Afraid?

“There is a girl here. I need you to retrieve her.” The preacher handed Stefano a paper with a picture of young girl on it. She couldn't have been much older than ten. “Her name is Lily Castellanos.”

“What is so important about one child?” Stefano asked as he looked over the file. You were wondering the same thing.

“That is none of your concern.” The man replied, standing up. “That file has all you need to know. When you have her, contact me and I shall tell you where to bring her.” He was almost out the door, when he turned back to you both. “Should anything happen to her, I would begin writing your will.” The man walked out, slamming the door behind him.

“Dammit!” Stefano stood and began pacing in front of the couch looking over the file some more. “The file has all you need to know,” he mocked. “All this damn thing has is her name and location!” He tossed the paper into the fire, turning to you. You jumped a little. “Does he think I am some errand boy?” He yelled at you. You were smart enough not to respond, at least. He turned away and began swearing to himself in Italian. You waited patiently for his tantrum to end. You knew what these always led to. “So that's why he brought me here.” You thought. “Stress relief.” It was as if he could hear your thoughts and needed to prove you right. He grabbed you tightly by the wrist and pulled you into a kiss. His kissing was just aggressive as everything else he did. It was also just as masterful. If it hadn't been for the pain, maybe you would have considered it pleasant. You thought as he slowly pushed you back onto the sofa.

~*~*~*~

You shook your head, as if to clear your thoughts. You could feel your face was flushed and subconsciously ran your hand through your hair. Sebastian was too busy looking over his map to even notice your embarrassment. You waited a minute for the blood to drain from your face, then asked the question you had been wondering since you remembered her name.

“So is Lily your daughter, or what?” Sebastian's eyes quickly widened and he turned to look at you. He tried to hide a stronger reaction, but you could tell he was distressed.

“How would you know that?” He asked. He seemed angry, but you were starting to think that was his natural state.

“St- My husband,” you lied. “He was of some importance here in Union. He knew everyone's name. The only Lily I heard of living here was Lily Castellanos. It's not the most common name in the world. So you have to be related.” Sebastian looked to the side and took a pained breath.

“Yeah, okay. You got me.” He stood up from where the two of you were sitting on the floor. “So now you understand why I can't let anything slow me down. I have to find her.” You nodded and reached out your hand for Sebastian to help you stand. He did. “Since we're digging into each other's lives. What's your husband's name? You keep almost saying it. Stan? Stuart?”

“Stephen.” You lied. “His name was Stephen L/N.” You figured a few more white lies wouldn't hurt. And also, you felt if you said his real name, he'd appear. And that was certainly the last thing you wanted.

“So I'm assuming he turned recently?” Sebastian asked.

“What? Why?” He laughed a little. You could've sworn that was the first time you heard him laugh. Or even smile for that matter.

“The hickey on your neck still looks pretty fresh.” He started to walk away. You could feel all of the blood coming back into your face as both of your hands shot up to cover your neck. Dammit Stefano! You swore if you somehow saw him again, and miraculously had the strength, you would ring his neck. “Come on. We're close to the signal.” Sebastian called for you.

~*~*~*~

The two of you came upon a small diner. You remembered coming here with some of the friends you'd made in Union. Sebastian ran in, not wasting anytime. He quickly checked for the signal. According to his communicator, you were right on top of it.

“Lily?” He called. “It's okay, it's me. It's Dad.” He ran around, checking under tables, behind counters. It was a sad sight. You slowly followed, your handgun at the ready in case of emergency. He got to a door labelled “Office,” apparently it was locked. He tried it a few times to no avail, then desperately looked around for another way in. Sebastian pushed a small shelf out of the way and crawled into a hole in the wall. It must've been a vent, you assumed. Knowing you couldn't follow, you waited for him to unlock the door. “This is Lily’s doll. She's been here.” You heard him say. He was quiet for a few minutes after that. You knocked on the door.

“Sebastian, you okay? Let me in!”

“Oh my god… she’s in trouble.” He said, he quickly unlocked the door and almost knocked you over as he walked out. Realizing he had, he apologetically grabbed your shoulder, steadying you again. “We’ve got to check around back and see where that window comes out. We’ll follow the trail from there.” You nodded. Noting the small crocheted doll in his hand. It looked just like the picture you had seen of her.

“How do you know she's in trouble?” You asked.

“I saw her. She was running away.” He told you as you both walked out of the diner.

“From what?” You felt you already knew his response.

“Some freak with a camera. I met him earlier.” Damn. You hated being right.

“Freak with a camera?” You feigned ignorance.

“Guy seems to have an obsession with death. Or blood. Can't decide. It doesn't matter, I can't let him get to her.” He walked around the back of the building and you followed.

“Maybe he won't hurt her?” Were you actually defending him right now? You couldn't believe yourself.

“Doubt that. And I'm not gonna wait to find out.” Sebastian looked around the area for any clues of Lily's whereabouts. You felt dizzy. Stefano wouldn't hurt a child, would he? Of course you knew that the preacher would kill him if he hurt Lily. But would he hurt your child? You could feel your breathing picking up. The light-headedness taking over.

“Sebastian…” You felt yourself falling to the ground as you saw Sebastian reaching out for you. Soon everything was black.

Next Chapter

[tew-trash-blog]

The Evil Within Powers Au

Sebastian Castellanos

•Fire powers

•Gets them after he joins Mobius and they experiment on him

•Powers work inside and outside of STEM

•Gets serve burns if he uses his powers to much 

•Gets minor burns if he even uses his powers  

Joseph Oda

•Telekinesis powers

•Gets them after he joins Mobius and experiment on him alongside Sebastian

• Powers work inside and outside of STEM

• If he uses them to much or strains his powers gets nosebleeds or has severe seizures

Juli Kidman

•Gun summoning, 

•Has had these powers for a while but didn't use them while she worked at KPD

•Can summon up to 40 guns at a time, 

•Can only summon them if she has her Mobius symbol showing on the back of her left hand 

Leslie Withers

• Able to tell the future

• Got them from being connected to STEM/Ruvik

• Can only foresee up to a day on any person of his choosing 

Au for a Fanfic of mine that I’m writing 

[nadezhdapak]

Фанарты к фанфику “В глазах смотрящего” by Eliend

[thedisasterbard]

Here’s chapter three of the fic! Just a short update this week, I think I’ll work on making the next one longer...