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dangerliesbeforeyou · 1 month ago

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i'm never not thinkin about the meta stuff in tlog's apocalypse cos like... if we ignore the very last scene (the bit with the tails lol), it effectively ends with the characters being finally free from their writers (who all just end up fucking dead lol)... the idea that the characters have been given a chance to be more than their series counterparts, that they can make their own decisions untethered by sitcom tropes... like yeh it's weird that herr lipp ends up adopting a bunch of kids when he knew he buried a boy alive in the series, but the point is that that herr lipp in the series and the film ARE two different characters right?

proven by the fact ALL tlog characters in the film, within the narrative OF the film, aren't being written by the writers from the start... like they were already writing themselves and they had no idea lol

and then it all comes crashing down in the specials when the writers take hold again and the characters forced back into the roles that they were written for... i'm no great fan of the specials, i'll be honest (i think that a lot of the gags felt even more tired and lazy than the ones made in the 90s which is kinda impressive in itself pfft) but i DO love that we get several story lines of characters being trapped and unable to change or grow... pauline at the hospital, geoff making the same mistakes over and over, ollie's dream, charlie and stella's... everything lol, etc etc...

idk i just find it so interesting that the concepts in tlog's apocalypse aren't the same as smth like the never ending story, where an outside force will believe/speak a story into existence, but INSTEAD the idea that stories and characters actually live apart from the creators or the fans and only in those separate worlds do they have free will...

(side note, i'd honestly say the only character that maybe ? gets to have free will in the specials is les... we see him finally get the glimmer of success that he's wanted for so long only to just... say no. he walks away, no longer wanting to be the sad trope that he was defined by... it's honestly kinda the perfect end to his character even if it is pretty sad lol...)

+ then you look at how all of this relates to plodding on (which i know much smarter people than me have already talked about at length pfft) and this whole idea of endless cycles and doomed narratives as how it pertains to the character of the writer's themselves... the way reece and steve, like every one of the character's they've written before and will write since, are also kinda trapped in the tropes of their own making... idk

#i wrote this like 2 weeks ago but never posted it lol #anyway i was right and i should say it #the league of gentlemen #tlog #the league of gentlemen's apocalypse #lmao as i was writing these tags tumblr suggested i write 'reece shearsmith' like ummm not EVERYTHNIG'S about HIM godddd #btw i do have more thoughts about plodding on #but im gearing up to rewatch it (and cry) and some point so.. that will probs be in a few months lol #anyway no idea if this is even comprehensible to anyone other than me but who cares lol

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narcissarina · 8 months ago

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𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,684

Tw: Blood, deaths, guns, killings, reader vomiting, suggestive. + I hate how I wrote the last part aaaaaa

Summary: You and Leon went to find the second and third pieces, what about the fourth?

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Leon filled you in with his objectives, what he needs to do and what to find to bring back to the D.S.O while taking down fucked up mutations and entity’s that came straight out from a horror movie, but he left a certain detail out because he doesn’t want to worry you.

You have the pieces that he needed.

“A cube that glows?” you tilt your head, Leon nodded. “And it was destroyed in pieces so it can’t be at its full potential because when it was given to the wrong hands, it’ll cost chaos?” You spoke in a concerned and confused tone, “that’s right.” Leon chuckle.

“Damn, that came straight out of a horror film.”

Leon smiled at your words as he watch you eat some energy bar that he found, he brushes off the bits in the corner of your mouth as your eyes bore to his.

Then you remembered, yesterday there was something stuck inside your wound and that you have to pull it out with the tweezers. It was small, glowing and it burns your flesh when you touch it without gloves.

“I think I saw one piece.” You hum in delight, knowing that you could help Leon and yourself to get out of here. He’s interest piqued and gave his attention to you, “really? Where?” he asked, moving closer to you.

You search for your bag and take the fabric with the stone inside, it was nearly folded as you open it up—he saw the weak glow of the stone. “How?” he raise a brow, “I found it stuck inside my wound, and I tell you. It fucking hurts.” You shove the fabric with the stone to him.

“It does say that they only took a couple off to the stone, right?” Leon nodded, tucking the stone back to your bag at the bottom. Neatly placing it so it doesn’t accidentally slipped off the fabric, “does it say the specific number that they took? Like, five or six or below?” you kept asking question, he knows that you’re eager to find them so the two of you can go home and forget that this event never happened.

“I think they only took the edges of the cube,” He moves his head to his head and lean back, you could hear his muscle crack. “Since it’s a cube, we need to find only four of it.” Leon spoke as he let out a satisfying groan after cracking some of his bones and muscles.

You blinked at him and finish the energy bar, “when we get home, I’m getting you a massage therapist.” You offered to Leon, which he was grateful and nodded. He didn’t refuse your offer since he knows you’ll only keep insisting and hired the therapist no matter what.

The room was filled with silence for a while, you look at your watch and it was already 11:30 in the morning.

Leon stood and brush off some dust, he crack his back to relieve the stiff muscle. “Old man.” Those words slipped from your mouth without thinking, “at least this old man can still do the job.” He smirked and helped you up, “you ready?” he asked, his hand at the back of your neck as he brush his thumb to your skin.

You nodded and slip the bag in your arms.

“remember, stay behind me and stay close as you can.”

The mansion was big, much better than your fathers mansion. You could get easily lost here if your father decides to buy as big as this mansion, you knew you’d get lost and had to ask a servant to escort you back to the main lobby.

It was… beautiful, as you describe. It may be ruined but the beauty of this mansion remains, it was such a shame to see it in this poor state.

You stayed close to Leon as you can, clinging to his arm as you were the one holding the light when Leon needed something in the dark, your anxiety would grow if Leon asked you to stay behind if he needed something to take care of to himself.

As mysterious as the house can be, it was full of puzzles, notes and blood stains to walls, tables, and beds. It was everywhere, you had to keep your weep a muffle when entities that couldn’t be killed are nearby. You have to choke on it or bury yourself to Leon.

When the two of you need to hide, you froze in fear and Leon had to carry you away and settle you close to him.

“baby, stop freezing when we need to hide. We’re not in a freeze tag game.”

That’s what he said and you try to do what he said, you don’t want to be a heavy burden than you’re already are. Whenever you hear weird breathing nor loud footstep, you alert Leon and quickly find a place to hide for the two of you.

Sometimes, the hiding spot could be… a little tight for two people, you could feel his built frustrations down there when you two hid inside the locker. You didn’t voice your concern, what the hell are you going to say?

“hey Leon. Your dick is hard, are you okay?”

That sounds so dumb, you’ll embarrass yourself and Leon might not even talk to you after that.

Although, he was big. As if his cock was screaming to be let out from the confinement of his pants. Leon noticed your flushed redden cheeks and ears, when he asked if you’re all right, you brush it off and told him you are fine.

You just kept your mouth shut, and every time you two had to hide. You can’t help but be tense and not squirm to his hold and when your ass is literally at his dick, would be better to fuck you when you get home rather than fucking in such place like this, right?

You and Leon searched for more clues inside an office, it was bloody and a wreck—as if a psychopath had finally lost their mind and snapped.

Leon had gone to the drawers and cabinets while you searched on the office table and its cabinets. You open every drawers to find something inside like paper and pens and a disturbing message, as if you’re playing a video-game and that you’re a sucker for the lore.

Leon was swift with his movement, he made quick search for something. Desperately finding anything that could help you two, to find the other three missing pieces and that could lead the two of you to the cube itself.

He was growing frustrated and the bulge in his pants were not helping him, he needs to let out some relief. He needs to jerk off where you can’t see him, but he knew better than leave you behind.

He has no choice but to hold it in.

You were rummaging inside each drawer but still find none, you grew frustrated and frown at the hopelessness you’re feeling. You see one figurine on the desk that’s been left untouched, the desk is filled with blood stain so why is this figurine is the only thing that’s clean?

It was small and cute, you want to pick it up and shove it in your bag and pretend it’s a souvenir, I mean, no one will claim it, right? You thought inside your head, it’s not stealing when the owner is now dead, right?

You pick it up, but a string was pulled from below. The ground shook as you support your body to the desk, it caught Leon off guard as he looks at you and gestures you to come close, “come here!” he said as you ran to him, almost tripping yourself when Leon caught you.

Bricks and woods pieces fell from above the ceiling, a door was open before you as he held you in a tight embrace—making sure that you’re not hurt.

“Fucking great, another secret room.” Leon mumbled, he palms his face and let out a sigh, you look at him confused, “I mean, secret rooms are cool, right?” you mumbled.

He chuckle and nodded, “yeah, it’ll get us quickly killed. So cool that monsters that we couldn’t kill emerge and attacked us.” His tone filled with sarcasm, you look at him dumbfounded as a tear slip from your cheek.

“I’m joking…” you sniffle at his words, “it’s not a good joke.” You frown and hit him with a book you picked up nearby, “I know.” He confesses and stood up with you in his arms.

“Do you wanna come with me or stay here?”

“I wanna go down with you.”

Leon respect your wishes and brings you close to him, “stay close, princess.” He said, urging you to cling to his arm as you two held flashlights as you went down.

It was dark, pitched dark. As if the void is sucking you two in and you don’t even know it. You found a light switch, you turn it on and it was dimly lit. It was a small dungeon, bar cells in each side of the room and at the end of the hall is another office.

You remember that you had a nightmare similar to a dungeon, you see faces that aren’t human and they make sounds that aren’t human. It made you scared and come crying to your mother when you were only five.

You’re twenty, and this shit still scares you. You look at each cell and there’s a skeleton nor dead body each, but one particular cell caught your attention and that it gave you a chill down your spine.

There was another monster that you and Leon couldn’t kill.

But it was different? It only stood there—watching, tilting its head until it scares you off. Leon was bothered but unfazed, it let out a small disturbing laugh as he pulled you inside the office so you wouldn’t get more nightmares.

The office… is a fucking mess. It was full of blood splatter and it’s too dark in here, the light barely fucking works. Leon kept you close to him so you wouldn’t feel too scared, he squeezed your hand tight, “it’s okay, I’m here.” He mutters as he spotted a faint glow from behind the desk, “fucking finally…” he said, “see it wasn’t that bad.”

You smiled at him as Leon led you to a corner, so you are assured that there’s no one behind to come and get you.

He made his steps light and towards the faint glow, he turned his lights on and it was a little unusual—it was covered with thick skin. His heart dropped when he realized that it was inside to one of the entities that they couldn’t kill—they were one of the experiment.

God, Leon couldn’t imagine you turning into one of them. Good thing you took that thing off of your leg or else he’d have to kill you too.

The creature screeched at him, as if it has two or five voices. Are there five people inside this thing that they just merge them together? That would be one fucked up experiment.

“Shit!” Leon curses, “don’t move! Stay there.” He command to you, you felt scared as the entity was more bigger than the one Leon first encounter.

Pale skin.

Black eyes.

The mouth was open wide, as if the corner of its lips reached through the back.

You pray that Leon would be left unharmed after taking care of that big thing, his moves were quick but too quick to counter as Leon almost flew across the room.

Your mind is spinning, you grip on to your pistol as you desperately search a way to help Leon. Something caught your eyes though, there was something throbbing from the monsters temple, it looks like an ass hole. Maybe that could be the weak point?

You steady your hand and aim right it as it pinned down Leon to the ground, trying to eat his head off. The screeching was loud and it was screaming at Leon—wanting to get a taste of his head so the entity can feast on you next.

Finger on the trigger, you pray that you don’t miss as you shoot.

Bang—

Your eyes were closed as your back slide from the cold wall. You held your pistol close, not wanting to see if you either miss or you shot it perfectly.

You take a peek, and it was lying on top of Leon, “fucking heavy.” Leon mutters and pushed the creature with all his might to the side, take his knife out and cut open its legs and take the second piece out.

He looked at you with a proud smile, “thanks.” He said, “no problem.” You squeak out the words as a smile grew from your lips, “did I do well?”

“You sure did, princess.”

Good thing he has gloves on, he takes the second piece and wrapped it with thick clothing—rolling it so it wouldn’t slipped out, he handed it to you and swept you up to your feet. He open the office door for you, when you got out—the entity in the cell was out and rushes to you.

It caught you off guard as it targeted you, not Leon.

It was on top of you, the grip is like a grip of steel. It is fucking impossible to make its hands open, when you hit it with your pistol. It didn’t gave any reaction.

You were almost seeing the light, and your life will soon flash before your eyes.

Bang—

Another gun shot was heard, the grip softens as the thing bled from the back of its head—dripping down as its black blood hit your cheeks. You screech in disgust and pushed it away, you cough and sat up. Leon assist you and soothes your neck, massaging it gently and hugging you tight.

“I forgot to mention that they have weak points,” you spoke in as you cough, “figured.” You turn to him and tilt your head to ask how, “it looks like someone’s anus, princess.” You choke at your saliva when he said that.

“somethings glowing.” He points out, taking his knife again and slicing the monsters back—it revealed its spine which made you wanna puke so bad. “Got the third one.” Leon announced as you put a thumbs up.

“yeah, great job getting the third one while you’re unfazed on how you fucking sliced its back, it’s showing its spine and shit.”

You gag and finally vomits at the nearby bin, Leon hums and pats your back—supporting you and gentle pats to encourage you to let it all out.

“There, there.” He said while taking care of the third piece and slipping it in your bag.

“What the fu—” you vomit some more, you felt sick to your stomach after a good vomit.

Leon nodded and took the bag from you, “I’ll carry onto this.” He slips it from either from his arms. “I reckon that the last one is at the big dude or the thing that chased you.”

Leon escorted you back to the office from above and let the two of you rest for a while.

Time check: 4:30 PM.

Sun will soon set, Leon needs to find the last piece as soon as he can. But he priorities your comfort first, if you want to rest—then he’ll rest with you. He won’t go anywhere.

“Never,” you start and hold back a vomit, “do that again.” You added and rest your back against the desk, Leon sat beside you and had his hand to your waist, bringing you close and laying your head to his shoulder.

“Then I need you to close your eyes then.”

“Exactly.”

You still feel sick, you gaze at his eyes as he gaze back to yours.

“what is it?”

“I wanna rest for a while before we continue.”

“Then rest, princess.” He kissed your forehead and caress the side of your waist.

“I’m here, always and will be.”

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