Day 5 of @monthlywritingchallenges #TrustAugust prompts
Fandom: Alan Wake
Alan Wake & Tom Zane
Warning: Drug Use and Alcohol
Alan's eyes stung from the thick smoke in the room, his head swam with the drinks that had been pressed into his hand.
Next to him, Zane was rambling on about some great plan of his, messages sent to the world above, another manuscript. Alan didn't want to write a new manuscript, he was done with all this. He'd done enough damage, hurt enough people.
Zane's arm was flung around his shoulder, keeping him pulled in tight to the auteur's side. Alan felt trapped, felt like his strings were being tugged and that something was so very wrong here.
There were pages of his writing already splayed across the floor.
He'd already been writing.
He didn't remember any of it.
Had he written it? From the few passages he had managed to read before Zane had pushed him to the sofa, it was dark, darker than even what he normally wrote. Far too many innocent deaths, no hope of escape or victory. Why would he have written that, it didn't make sense?
His attention was ripped away from the papers as Zane's hand gripped the back of his neck, painful for just a second before it relaxed. His double, his other double, tugged lightly at the ends of Alan's hair.
"Now where's that mind of your run off to? Anywhere nice?"
Alan shrugged, trying to create some space between them and failing to separate them even a little.
"I don't know Tom, I'm just worried trying to write another manuscript will just make things worse. Nothing has worked so far."
Zane's sly smile tugged at the uncertainty in Alan's mind.
"It will all work out Alan, you just have to trust me."
Day 4 of @monthlywritingchallenges #TrustAugust prompts
Fandom: Alan Wake
Rose Marigold
Warning: Referred to non consensual drug use
She cried when it was all over.
Once the darkness faded and she was left with what she had done under its influence, she had cried. Eventually the tears dried up but the grief and self-blame hung around for months.
Mr Wake was her hero, and she had drugged him and his friend. She couldn't even remember why the darkness had wanted her to do it. It had just felt like a compulsion in her dream-like haze.
She'd gone back to work, pretended that nothing had ever happened. She kept her energy up and a smile on her face but none of it felt real.
For years she kept up the ruse, no one alive to know what she'd done but Wheeler, he had left Bright Falls so quickly in the aftermath and hadn't seemed interested in pressing charges. She hoped he'd forgotten.
The paranoia that it would happen again, that her will would be stripped from her, made double, triple, check each coffee she passed to her customers. It kept her up at night and she found herself picking up extra shifts and helping out around town just to exhaust herself into passing out the minute she got home.
She'd done something terrible and now she could never make it up to Mr Wake, gone as he was.
So when she started receiving the messages, the orders from Mr Wake from within wherever he was trapped, she felt her world light back up. Like her life switched from monochrome back to full colour.
She'd been given a second chance to prove herself, to make up for what she had done, and she would do anything to earn that forgiveness.
Day 3 of @monthlywritingchallenges #TrustAugust prompts
Fandom: Alan Wake
Alan & Barry
Alan hit the sidewalk hard.
He'd barely left the school gates before the usual bullies got to him. A sneering pack of older boys that had torn his backpack from his shoulders and thrown him to the ground. His Mama was meant to be at the gates waiting for him, but she hadn't shown up again. The bullies picked through his bag and cackled like a pack of hyenas as they found his notebook, jeering at his attempts at writing and the drawing he had made for his Mama.
Alan felt angry tears well up in his eyes but before he could get up and fight back there was a shout and the group scattered, dropping his stuff to the ground. He wiped his eyes and looked up at his saviors. A man with a handful of kids, some much older Alan, but he recognized the shortest figure. Barry ran up to him and extended a hand to help him up, hugging him after. Now that he looked closely, he could see the family resemblance between them all, Barry's siblings and probably his Dad. Embarrassing, he'd been friends with Barry for about a year but he'd never met his best friend's family, and now here they were, saving him from a bunch of idiots.
"Thanks." he muttered, face flushed red. Mr Wheeler slapped him on the shoulder while Barry's older sister shoved his backpack into his arms, barely looking at him as she glared at the retreating backs of his bullies.
"No worries, you must be Alan, Barry has told us so much about you," Mr Wheeler reassured him, "Where are your parents? Running late?"
Alan should lie, people tended to get weird when he told them about Mama and people with clipboards and frowns would come to their apartment and ask him way too many questions. But this was Barry's dad, and he really didn't want to walk home alone. And that was if Mama was even home, then he would have to hide out in the library until she could get him.
"Don't know where Mama is, she's very sick and sometimes she forgets to come get me."
That made Mr Wheeler frown and Alan felt a spike of panic shoot through his chest.
"It's okay, she doesn't mean to."
That did not make the frown go away.
"Hey buddy, would you like to come have dinner with us? Then your Mama can come pick you up from there." Mr Wheeler asked.
Alan nodded quietly and Barry cheered in excitement, rambling about all the things he was going to show Alan. He looked down at where he was still holding Barry's hand and he was pulled away to the Wheeler household, squeezing it ever so slightly tighter.
Day 2 of @monthlywritingchallenges #TrustAugust prompts
Fandom: Alan Wake
Alan/Alice , Alice & Serena
Serena snorted with laughter as she watched her friend re-do her make up for the third time that evening.
"Is this guy even worth it? Come on, Alice, he's such a dork! He won't even notice if you turn up with no make up at all."
Alice's glare was made less impactful by her nervous attempts at eyeliner. Finally completing the line with minimal wobbles, she properly turned to face her.
"That's not the point. This is our first date, I want to make a good impression. Anyway, I think he's cute, he's really excited."
Serena made a faint gagging noise.
"You mean he's a loser. Girl, there's a reason he's single. I know you are kind and all but your love life doesn't need to be a charity event. Couldn't you have taken a chance on someone who isn't a lost cause."
"Serena!"
Serena put her hands up, rolling her eyes as she moved over to pick through the outfit Alice had put out on her bed, ignoring the lecture from her friend. With a tut, she turned to rifle through Alice's wardrobe.
"I can't believe you are putting in all this effort to go out wearing that." Serena said, pulling out a black dress that Alice had worn once to a party and then sworn never to wear again.
"What's wrong with it? Hey! I thought you agreed with me that its way too short?" Alice replied in confusion.
"Oh it is for a casual party, but if you are going to waste your time on this train wreck of a man, you should at least look hot while you are doing it."
Day 1 of @monthlywritingchallenges #TrustAugust prompts
Fandom: Alan Wake
Gen
Alan awoke with a start at the soft touch to his back. Flinging himself away from the woman, he scrabbled backwards, fingers digging into the wet sand. Part of him was aware he wasn't making sense, that his sentences burst from him in sudden stops and starts, but he had to warn them. Scratch was out, he was coming to destroy everything and he had to warn them before it was too late.
The woman, Saga, clearly thought he was losing it, and Alan almost agreed when she told how long he had been stuck under the Lake. He clutched at his head, wincing at the brutal headache that was forming. She reached out for him again and he flinched back. It wasn't her fault, it had been so long since he had been around anyone real, anyone not trying to hurt him - use him.
Movement from further up the beach, a car parked there and an impossibly familiar man coming towards them. If it wasn't for the soft sunlight filtering through the clouds, Alan would think he was still stuck in the Dark Place, still stuck in an eternal loop of his own making. His detective, his character, stomping up the beach towards them.
Alan staggered to his feet and immediately collapsed the second he took a step. This time, when Saga reached out for him, he let her take his arm as he took his first, wobbly, steps on the sandy beach of Cauldron Lake.
something something "the average country has 10000 prime ministers per election cycle" is a misconception. united kingdoms georg, which has had 10000 prime ministers since 2019, is an outlier and should have never been counted
Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it
"grace. grace! grace give attention. rocky perform human ritual of escape closet now. statement."
"come again?"
"i learn more from thinking machine. human gender preference. attraction to same gender, means word 'gay.' all eridian same gender." rocky stands straight up. "rocky come out to grace now. all rocky plural gay, statement."
"...wow, that's... rock, i'm not sure it makes much sense to apply human ideas of sexual orientation to a monogendered species."
