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⚠️TW: BLOOD, DEATH, FEAR, ANGST, ETC.⚠️THIS IS MY FIC!!! This is a modern A+H college AU and their names are slightly different. (BTW this is gay 🏳️🌈😍💅✨️) The fanfic was slightly inspired by this fanart that I found on Pinterest. I think this is the original watermark/signature of the artist.
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The day was slow at the infirmary. All day. There were one or two patients. But, otherwise, pretty empty. Will sighed and sat at the reception desk, the true crime podcast in his ears entertaining him. Soon, the end of the episode came and he fast forwarded to the next one. He looked at the title. "The track and feild tragedy at Sunnyside University."
Will didn't think anything of it, so he just sat down and did the last of his paperwork while listening to it. The person on the podcast did their introduction and the small backstory of the case.
"Hello, true crime lovers. Today, it is a sort of mystery. This takes place at Sunnyside University. The year was 1982..."
And so on. Soon, they got to the people involved in the crime.
"Soren Apollus was a junior in college, one of the top of his class. He got in with a musical scholarship and was one of the best track and field players. He majored in Medical Sciences and minored in Music and Arts. He did discus, javelin and hurdles in track and field."
Will raised an eyebrow and whispered. "Weird..." He kept doing the paperwork, chewing on the end of the pen he was using.
"Next is his lover, Quince Hyathus. He was a sophomore in college, an average student. He got into Sunnyside U with a sports scholarship, the best sprinter and long-distance runner on the track and field team. He majored in Botany and minored in biology. He did, as I previously said, long-distance running for the Sunnyside University track and field team."
Will pushed back off of the desk, spinning slightly in his chair and leaning back, chewing on his pen thoughtfully. "Now, that's even more strange..."
Then the podcast continued. "One day, there was a meet for the T + F team. Quince had just finished his sprint and wasn't paying attention and he was walking past his lover, Soren, when the tragedy struck. Soren was so focused on throwing it correctly that he didn't see Quince. As Quince was walking past, the discus hit him right on the side of his head."
Will took a deep breath through his teeth. "Oh, shit..."
"Soren screamed his love's name and ran over, yelling something along the lines of 'Call 911! Anyone! Please!' As he sobbed, holding his dear boyfriend in his arms. He started whispering to Quince what could only be thought of as confessions of love, poetry, or just telling him to stay with him."
Will groaned, leaning his head back. "Fuck, this... jesus... fucking christ."
"Soren later told the court and doctors/paramedics what he had noted from his medical student lense. He had seen that there would be possible brain damage and most likely a broken or fractured neck. His eye socket was either broken or fractured, as well as his skull. He was unconscious, a very slow pulse. Blood was flowing out of his head so much that Soren's hands and some of his shorts and shirt were stained. There were more details shared, but they were horrid."
"Soon, paramedics arrived and rushed Quince with them. Soren hopped in the ambulance and held Quince's hand, putting on a brave face. Since Quince was unconscious, Soren was pleading for forgivenessto a body who could not hear it. He sobbed over Quince the entire ride."
Will paused it. "Oh, my gods." Will took a sip of the tea he had on the desk, taking a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, he unpaused it.
"The rest of the ride went like that as the paramedics tried their hardest to help Quince. As they rushed into the hospital, Soren was forced to stay outside of the operation room and sat on a chair in the waiting room, hanging his head in his hands and sobbing. He was rocking slightly back and forth, whispering how much he loved Quince and how bad he felt."
Will took another deep breath, bracing himself for what he only knew was complete, utter, horrid news.
"Soon, a doctor came out and handed Soren some tissues. 'Hello, Mr. Apollus. I apologize for the words that I am about to speak.' The doctor confessed. 'I am sorry to inform you, we tried. But, he came DOA. Dead on arrival.' Soren sobbed harder. His love, his life, gone. 'N-no! Th-this can't happen!!' He yelled at the doctor."
Will slammed his fist on the desk.
"And here is the original recording of the call that the paramedics got..."
As the audio played, Will groaned. A minute or two later, the podcast continued.
"Soren stayed at the hospital for a while, sobbing the entire time. Later on, he was on trial for accidental manslaughter. Here's where the mystery comes in. Some of the other competitors said they overheard Tristan Zephyr planning to sabotage Apollo in some way. Wether luring Quince to walk across the discus field, or making the discus heavier, possibly both. No one knows, as Tristan disappeared as soon as Soren went to court. As Soren was trialed and found guilty, he was told he would have at least fifteen to twenty-one months in prison. But the next day, he was gone as well. Wiped clean off of the face of the earth. Off the grid, no where. Not on the school paperwork, his dorm empty, everything. Some things were taken from Quince's room as well, a message written out on a note on Quince's bed. Alas."
After that, Will paused it and took out his ear buds. "Well, I know what that is."
I literally have no idea how to end fanfic. I hope that was good! Tell me if I spelt anything wrong or called Soren, Quince or Quince, Soren.
All different types of fanfictions are welcome here!
Hello random users of Tumblr that don't really, if at all, know me! My name is Demitrius Kahnum and I'm FINALLY writing fics! These are prompts that I have that have been just ideas/thoughts in my head but have never been brought to writing fruition.
Now please be gentle with me because even though I LOVE reading and writing I've never truly written things either for people to read in the sense of fics or books, but i do have a way with words and a bad habbit of writing too much due to just ‘cuz reasons. So! Please enjoy, have fun, and if you have requests please leave them down in the comments and I will get to them when I can- DO NOT SPAM ME OR MAKE DEMANDS.
I won't answer to spam, demands, or annoyances that I haven't updated or done something specific that you want.
Previous prompts:

Warcraft One-shots and fuller length fanfiction (Durotan x reader x Draka, Draka x Durotan, Draka x reader, Durotan x reader, Durotan x Khagdar x Draka, various Warcraft bashing, etc)

other orc fanfiction (smut, oc x oc)

Avatar Recoms fics/one-shots (all of them tbh except for that one random one I don't like)
New Prompts:

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (Channing Tatum he did SO DAMN GOOD LEMME TELL YOU!) x Reader (and possibly the 97ver b/c let's be honest that man is FOINE!)

The Rookie x Detroit Become Human (Nolan x Markus) (extremely random I know, but idc)
Maybe some Bridgerton one-shots too?
Oh! And also some one-shots for the k-drama Eve: Because FUCK that ending and screw the creators nor giving me what I want! So I'll do it myself! La-El and Yoon-kyum desrve to be together DAMMIT!
So, I write fanfics and authorial stories on several platforms, but on AO3 I write in English and not just in Portuguese... Take a look, there are many fandons, Good Omens, Sherlock and others.
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