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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: oodles of fluff, gay pining, smut, angst, wlf abby, medic reader, meddling best friends, shy/anxious reader, canon tlou universe with some divergence, references to disordered eating (binging/overeating), body insecurities, violence, homophobia, drinking/drug use, fatphobia, mentions of comphet, religious trauma, cult activity & too many tropes to count!
The east gardens were always Abby’s favorite. In the spring, all the roses that grew up and over the stone pillars and dividers would bloom, covering the entire grounds in shades of pink and red. The soft fragrance would drift between the two of you, carried by the afternoon breeze.
Abby was sitting quietly under the spotted shade of a tree, the shadows occasionally shifting across her face as the branches swayed. Her hair was adorned with flowers woven into her braid that cascaded over her shoulder and into her lap, the wind only barely moved the loose strands by her face, her fingers occasionally leaving the yellowed pages of the book in front of her to sweep her hair from her eyes.
Days like this you are grateful for the cold armour you wear to give you something to hide behind. The steel helmet concealing the way your eyes trail over her or the deep flush in your cheeks.
You blink at her suddenly slamming the book closed, her eyes rolling over to where you stand guard.
-shit- did she see me? You think to yourself, adjusting your stance.
She lets out a sigh, dropping her shoulders as her back hits the trunk of the tree behind her.
“I’m bored,” she groaned.
You remain still.
She sighs again, louder and the clink of your armour shifting snags her attention back to you. A grin grows slowly across her lips.
“I said… I am bored”
“You are free to do any activity you wish, your highness” You respond, straightening again, hoping you don’t appear as flustered as you feel.
“I told you to call me Abby” she mumbles, folding her arms across her chest.
“My apologies… your highness,” you tease lightly.
Her expression deadpans, eyes piercing through you.
She sighs again and with a groan, stands, dusting blades of grass from her gown, shaking out the long fabric that drapes around her.
Although her kingdom was small, her father -the King- always pushed for the finest grade of textiles and seamstress for her. She always looked beautiful.
“Okay then…” she paces closer, your eyes follow her movements while your head remains forward.
“I wish for you to take me somewhere”
“Of course” you respond immediately.
She beams, her smile colouring her face and unbeknownst to her, colouring yours too.
“Where shall I take you, your highness?”
“Anywhere” her gaze traces the horizon.
“The woods to the west of here, the paddocks, the vineyard, the town by the -“
“Your highness you must know I am not to take you into town” you interrupt and her shoulders drop once more.
“My apologies” with a hand across your chest you dip your head in a bow.
She blinks, her gaze faltering.
“Fine” she turns on her heels, hitching her gown up enough to reach for her book laying in the grass.
“We’ll just go back inside” she mumbles low.
“Shall I send for the maid to prepare your chambers?” you ask and her head turns to yours with a flicker of confusion on her face. “In case you wish to retire early tonight, your highness,” you add.
“No.” She turns back towards the horizon in the distance. The sun illuminating the colours across the fields, painting everything in pink and gold, a world all kept locked outside the confines of the cold stone castle walls, “However, do inform my fathe- the King… that I seek an audience with him”
Without another word she whips her head around to leave, tracking wilted petals across the courtyard behind her.
The throne room was grand, tall arching pillars that hold up the impossibly high ceilings. From the doorway, all the way up to the steps where the King's throne sat upon was lined with a thick lush carpet. It was about the only thing in this room that didn't reflect the loud bellowing sound of him arguing again with Abby.
“I’ve told you why we must stay put! I cannot risk losing more men out there!” He shouted, Abby standing her ground.
“But we could make allies! The neighboring kingdoms could protect us if you just let me-”
“No!” His words snap Abby back, her stance faltering.
“I will not allow you to danger yourself out there where I cannot protect you.” He paces back and forth, a hand pinching at the bridge of his nose.
“And so you'd rather I'd waste away behind these walls!?”
“At least you would be safe!” The words echo a finality across the room, it almost rings through your armour. You catch the eyes of the other guards in the room, the king's guards, all standing still, unmoving. You wonder if their hearts are beating as loud as yours was right now.
Abby’s chest rises heavy and falls with even more weight as she grounds herself in front of her father. With a swallow of the knot building in her throat she straightens herself upright once more, her eyes locking on to him with a firm demeanor.
“Dad” She starts, her voice carried strong without raising her tone, “we. need. allies.” He shakes his head, already dismissive but she continues anyway, “We can’t defend ourselves on our own, our numbers are too small, if something happens-”
“Abigail!” He bellows whipping around, his incessant pacing coming to a sudden halt.
“Enough.” His voice scrapes out this throat like gravel.
Abby’s frustrations finally come to a head, her chest rising and falling faster till she groans in anger, whipping around and taking off back towards the central courtyard. She fights even though she knows it’s fruitless.
Her dad calls out after her but her pace picks up, disappearing out of sight.
You stand frozen for just a moment, just blinking into the empty space where she just stood, the strength in her voice sticking with you long after the sound of her footsteps fade.
Once you leave your post to follow her, you only just catch the flicker of her gown as she rounds the corner.
You didn't run, you knew where she was going. So you walked without hurry or urgency, following a trail of discarded roses all the way to her bedchambers door.
“Your highness?” You called, knocking lightly on the door.
“Go away,” her voice was muffled through the door though it sounded tired, frayed.
“You know I am not to leave your side” You respond simply.
You lean your ear gently against the door, only for your heart to ache at the quiet sobs you can hear from the other side. For months you’ve watched her fight against her fathers orders to keep her from leaving the castle grounds. Other princesses were commanding courts, they had roles within their kingdoms, responsibilities. The king had done everything to keep Abby away from it all, even going so far as to dismiss her ladies in waiting after they informed her about roles that other princesses take part in.
The only person left by her side to keep her safe was you.
You slump against the wall, the cold stone scraped against the metal of your armour. Slowly, you pull off your helmet, running your hands through your hair. The rest of your armour followed, clattering to the ground next to you while you waited.
Hours. It was hours before the sound of the latch on her door unlocking shot your eyes to attention.
With the sun now dipping past the horizon the hallway had darkened, save from the flickering candle light glowing through the crack in the slightly ajar door. You stand fast, moving to grab your armor again.
“Leave it” Abby’s voice comes from deeper in her room. You blink through the gap, slowly pushing the door open wider.
“Your highness?”
She sat at the edge of the windowsill, her braid now untangled, already dressed in her night gown that draped loosely over her body. Your footsteps turn her attention back to you for a moment, looking you up and down slowly before gazing out the window again, her head leaning against the frame.
“Your hair’s a mess” She mumbled.
“Oh- Yeah uhh…” You start to nervously tousle with your hair, trying to push it down and out of your face.
“Don’t-”
She pushes herself up, pacing over to her dressing table. You almost forget you don't have your helmet to hide behind when you let your eyes follow her movements, watching like she could vanish at a moments notice and you needed to memorise each and every detail about her.
“Sit” She motions towards the edge of her bed, a comb in hand.
“You’re too kind but-”
“I said-” she starts, almost raising her voice before taking a single deep breath, “-sit. Please” she finishes softer, waiting with her eyes wide for you to step further inside.
You oblige with a nod, the mattress sinking under your weight while you wait for her to sit just behind you.
Your breaths become louder in your ears, each one feeling more and more obvious that your whole body is screaming at her proximity. Her fingers run through your hair first, collecting strays from around your face, then moving lower brushing softly against the skin at your neck.
She can hear it right? How loud your heart is beating? You think surely by sunrise you’ll be dismissed just like all the others that had sworn to protect her in the past. This was improper.
You are her guard, not her friend.
But still, you don't move. You let her comb through your tangled hair, you sit patiently while she gently teases out each knot till the brush runs smooth and when she's done, her hands don't leave you.
She lingers, twirling strands around her fingers, softly brushing her fingers through your scalp.
You try to focus on something else; the flickering shadows, the detail in the woven tapestries on the walls, the curtains softly swaying in the gentle breeze but nothing is enough to distract you, not now that you can hear her breathing behind you too.
“Why do you need to wear all that armour anyway?” Her voice breaks the silence.
“It’s my job to be prepared for anything, your highness”
She sighs, her hands dropping to her lap.
“Will you ever just call me Abby?”
“I-” You start but as you turn, your heart seizes for a moment. Her lashes are damp as they blink, the candles offering just enough light to see it.
“Abby…”
Her eyes snap to yours and you shift on the edge of the bed, facing her now. Your hands reach for hers, taking them with a gentle stroke of your thumb against her skin.
“... I’m sorry for how your father speaks to you”
Abby turns her head away, pulling in slow, deep breaths. Her eyes flutter closed, just sitting with you, with her hands resting in yours.
“Would you stay tonight?” She asks while still facing away, her eyes looking towards the world outside the window again, as though the answer to her question would float in with the wind.
You ponder it; her warmth, the smell of her hair, how she might hold you when the cold settles in through the night. “I shouldn't,” you whisper, “The maids would notice in the morning.”
She exhales a long breath out her nose, lips pressed together tight. Her hands sip out of your grasp as she stands again, pacing away with her back turned.
“Fine. Then you should go.”
“Of course” You stand without hesitation, the room already darkening before you reach the door as Abby extinguishes the candles one by one.
Your feet pause at the door, one hand already leaning against it to pull it shut. In the dim light of just one single flickering candle by her bedside you peer over your shoulder as she pulls the blankets back, slipping underneath into the warmth you're choosing to leave behind.
“Goodnight… Abby”
Next Chapter …
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A gentle reminder that NOBODY owns a fictional character.
I’ve stayed pretty quiet in this fandom lately, and honestly, part of the reason is how exhausting some people have made it to simply exist here.
At some point we’ve got to remember that these are fictional characters. People are allowed to interpret them differently. People are allowed to have headcanons, theories, opinions, and takes that don’t perfectly align with yours. That’s not misinformation. That’s not an attack. That’s literally how fandom works.
What I don’t understand is the need some people have to position themselves as the ultimate authority on a character and then jump down everyone else’s throat the second they see an interpretation they disagree with. It’s condescending, it’s exhausting, and quite frankly, it’s driven a lot of people away from engaging in discussions altogether, including myself.
I’ve seen mutuals get treated poorly over this, and it’s frustrating to watch. We should be encouraging creativity and discussion, not making people feel like they’re going to get scolded for having a different opinion. Being condescending doesn’t magically make you correct. You can disagree with someone without treating them like they’ve committed a crime, and you can simply keep on scrolling if you come across a post you don’t like. And if your response to people having different opinions is to harass, dogpile, or send hate, then the problem was never the differing opinions.
At the end of the day, it’s really not that deep. It’s fucking fiction. Touch some grass. Let people enjoy things. And if you’ve repeatedly upset multiple people, maybe the answer isn’t to make excuses for your behaviour, maybe it’s time for some self-reflection.
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A/N: yeah I don't have an explanation for this. erm. skip if you're not freaky 😭
tags: literal fucking cannibalism, dead dove do not eat, Abby feels bad :( give her a hug, not the most accurate anatomy description, kinda fluff? idk.
WC: 492 — Short n sweet
₊⊹⁀➴ 𝐀𝐎3 𐂯 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
She didn't want to hurt you.
Abby had been struggling, deprived of a fresh source of human blood for a long while—and you naively volunteer yourself to the starving vampire.
It started simple enough, Abby explained she'd only take a little bit. Just enough to make you feel light headed, then stop. You nod, seems simple. So you sat down on the bed with a towel around your shoulders—keeping still as Abby got closer. One hand on your hip, another on the back of your neck tilting your head back and to the side.
Fangs pierce your skin, tongue over the small punctures before lips close around it and gently apply gentle suction. Blood poured from the wound, coating Abby's tongue and teeth. She hummed into your neck as she fed. She was so so damn hungry.
Another bite to your neck. Unlike the last one all of her teeth sunk in making you tell slightly. A gruff, “sorry” left her lips but she didn't stop. The pressure kept building until you could hear the flesh and muscle tear before being swallowed. Abby felt tears burn her eyes when she saw the damage.
“Baby…!” She frantically grabbed the towel and tried to put pressure on the wound. You didn't know how to respond. Something about vampiric saliva aided in the pain, it felt like a dull throbbing. You pulled her hand away, letting the metallic scent of blood hit the air.
“It's okay. Take what you need.” You didn't fully understand why you said it, delirium maybe, but some sense of peace washed over you with Abby feeding. She looked horrified but her pupils dilated at the wound.
Diving back in with teeth and tongue. Licking the blood from torn flesh, tracing her tongue on the fatty edge of the tear, letting the salt and iron linger in her senses before another bite was taken. Rougher. Taking part of the cartilage surrounding your humerus with her, she picked what wasn't meat out from between her teeth and tossed it aside.
Muttered apologies mixed with the sound of chewing as he got closer to your neck. A soft kiss was placed, wet with the tears streaming down her face, she held you gently as you faded in and out of consciousness. Her lips found yours, letting you taste the mix of her life force and her saliva. Fangs poked at your lip and her tongue forced its way down your throat. She laid you down slowly and tried to stanch the bleeding without breaking the kiss.
When she had her fill, she pulled back. Wiping her mouth with her hand and looking down at your half asleep form. The sheets rustled as she laid down next to you and held your face, whispering praise and how much she loves you.
All you could do is weakly listen and let yourself feel the pain wash over you, stop, then come back in another wave.
Concept: Love can feel all consuming. Sometimes the solution is to consume your lover! This is just a (very self indulgent and shittily written) collection of drabbles of characters I wanna eat/have eat me. Feel free to make requests involving: Abby, Ellie, Sevika, Vi, Ambessa or just Tlou and Arcane women. (but those 5 are my fave for this)
also these will be separate ao3 entries vs one big collection of oneshots because I felt like it so that's why there's no link to a "main" ao3 entry.
Sorry Baby — Abby × Reader
Mutual Devotion — Abby × Reader
TBN — Ellie × Reader
TBN — Ambessa × Reader
TBN — Vi × Reader
TBN — Sevika × Reader
Tags: Literal fucking cannibalism I cannot stress this enough DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT INTO IT, some have smut, some have fluff(?)
would y'all fw some romantic/erotic cannibalism drabbles. cuz like—im in a bit of a writing funk rn while work on fic updates and just wanna post SOMETHING yk
who becomes a cannibal first lmao
abby
ellie
sevika
vi
ambessa
Voting ended onJun 4
(it's probably gonna be Abby first but I'll take requests if you wanna be eaten by your favorite character)
guys I'm normal about vampires and cannibalism trust 🙏
