A/N- As promised, part two is here! Still working on it, and really I have no idea how it's going to end up. Leaning towards nsfw just because (lol) but open to any and all suggestions, and you can leave requests as well! Y'all are awesome :)
Words- 2,642
Warnings- Mentions of murder, general violence, language
You went to bed without any problems, and the next day arose a little before your alarm. You hated that. You could never fall back asleep. You wondered about nothing in particular for the next few minutes, trying to muster to urge to finally get out of bed. You looked over to your uniform. It was a starched white shirt, a white tie with tiny multicolored triangles all over it, and a bright red vest. You would get your name tag soon, as the employee handbook stated, and you stared further at the two pins that were stuck on the vest. One said Let’s Eat! In the style of Chica’s bib, the other was a picture of Bonnie the Bunny playing the guitar.
Bunny?
Eerily similar to the one in the picture in William’s office. Just purple instead of yellow.
Why would William close down the diner, make entirely new animatronics, and abandon the yellow bunny?
You sighed, shaking your head to rid yourself of confusion, before finally rising out of bed. You quickly got ready, and went out the door to your second day at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a magical place where fantasy and fun come to life.
This time, when arriving at the door, William himself greeted you, and asked for you in his office.
God, what did I do now?
You were fully prepared to get fired. There was no way this could be something good, you followed him back, mind racing. He led you to the office and sat down, you doing the same. He noticed your bewildered expression.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” He said, waving his hand dismissively. Before giving you a chance to respond, he quickly began to speak, almost urgently, but not quite.
“I’m afraid my security guard has quit unexpectedly, effective immediately. The pizzeria needs a temporary security guard until we can hire a new one, which doesn’t take long. Would you be willing to fill in until we find one?”
He pauses, rubbing his greyed goatee before continuing,
“The hours aren’t very good, and generally the pay would be the same, I might be able to give a few hours of overtime because of the urgency, but we just really need a body there at night.”
You were utterly confused, and it showed on your face.
Why in the hell is William asking me to guard the Pizzeria when I’ve only been here two days? Why wouldn’t Barbara, or the other workers be asked first? Have they said no? Is there something I should know?
“Why me?” You ask bluntly, William seemed to anticipate this question and answered quickly.
“It’s easy, and we could train you for both positions at the same time, so you could cover for both. It would be more useful to the company that way.” You barely knew anything about your current position, only how the prize corner worked, so it wouldn’t make sense to immediately start me somewhere else. Let alone at a completely different time. William seemed to feel your confusion and spoke again.
“I wouldn’t normally train you this way, but it’s very important we have someone here at night. You can come back at around midnight tonight, and it’s only until six AM.” William seemed genuinely desperate, so you agreed. You began to leave his office, wanting to go back home and catch some z’s before going back to the Pizzeria, but asked quickly,
“What happened to your Diner from before, Fredbear’s Family Diner?”
William stopped what he was doing and looked up at you, eyes squinted slightly, like he was trying to read your expression, like he was trying to gauge how much you knew. You pointed to the picture. He grabbed it off the shelf and smiled at it.
“Fredbear’s Family Diner… You’re quite observant. It was closed down about five years ago due to electrical issues, and we rebranded to be a little more with the times, diners were considered outdated by that point.”
That didn’t explain the bunny.
“What about the bunny? Why isn’t he here?” William moved his jaw, thinking for a second before responding.
“We retired those animatronics and replaced them with more high-tech ones, absent from spring-lock mechanisms entirely.” William put the picture back up and thanked you for taking the security guard shift. You went home and slept until around ten p.m.
You arrived at the Pizzeria again and shut off your car, shivering in the cold. William was waiting for you at the door, and scolded you for not bringing a jacket. He then led you down the same hallway his office was, but instead went into another room further back. This room was a bit bigger, although still cramped, but had another door to lead you to the other section of the building, it was a nice shortcut for getting through both hallways in the back. The front wall had a big poster of all the animatronics, and a few drawings tacked on the wall made by various children. The floor was checkered, and noticeably more dirty and unkempt than the same floor up front. There were identical light switches at both opposite doors, a red button, and a white button. The top red one was labeled DOOR and the bottom white was labeled LIGHT respectively.
“Thank you for coming, just make sure to watch the cameras and make sure no one gets in…” William seemed like he was going to add something, but rethought.
“There’s a cassette tape in the recorder if you’d like to listen to it, it might explain the job better. I’ve got to go, but if there’s an emergency you can speed dial me at the front telephone.” William left the room, and you were left in the dark. Almost literally. There was a single light on the ceiling, angled towards the front wall. There were also backlights on the door and light buttons, illuminating them slightly. Those were the only sources of light in the entire room. You flipped through the cameras, looking at the empty Pizzeria. Then you popped in the cassette tape and played it.
Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. Okay. So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free-roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long.
The tape ended abruptly. The animatronics move at night? You took it out of the recorder and looked at the date on the side, it was from around five years ago, when this place would have first opened. You were a little bit on edge and did not want any of them inside your office, or anywhere near you to be honest. Who knows what they would be capable of? You checked the cameras again, and Bonnie had moved.
Bonnie had moved.
"Fuck." You said, staring at the camera.
Why in the hell didn't William tell me about this?
That was an easy question to answer, if he had told you, you wouldn't have taken the job. That much was true. You clicked through the cameras again and made sure none of the other animatronics had moved. You sighed when you realized that they were all in their respective places.
The hours went by slowly, but none of the animatronics moved except Bonnie, and Bonnie hadn't come near your door. Once the clock struck six, and Bonnie had moved back to his respective place on the stage, you walked briskly (or rather, sprinted) to the door, and were met face-to-face with the one and only William Afton. You sneered at him. At this point, you were covered in sweat, and your eyes were bloodshot, you had been terrified the entire night.
"Why didn't you tell me they moved!" You said through gritted teeth. William smiled that same gentle goddamn smile.
"Would you have taken the job if I had?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.
"I quit, effective immediately." You said, taking off your vest and handing it to him. You could tell he was expecting this, so he gently gave it back to you.
"Listen, I've got a new security guard lined up to start tomorrow. If you do tonight, I'll pay you double overtime."
Double overtime? That was way more than you had ever gotten paid in your life...And for only six hours of work. You could really use the money.
Like really use the money. William's eyes grew big, and you could see that he genuinely wanted you to stay.
"I really like you, and I think you have the potential to be a wonderful manager at Freddy Fazbear's. If you do this for me, I promise I will lead you to that position...And," He added
"That pays salary," He smiles again and puts his hand on my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine.
"Please?" He asked, you wanted to run far away in the other direction. In fact, you wanted nothing to do with this goddamn Pizzeria at all.
But money was tight. Rent was due in a few days. There was no way your landlord was going to accept another I don't have it.
So you nodded. The tiniest nod. William looked absolutely elated.
"Thank you so much! I cannot express how much I appreciate this," His smile grew, and he patted you on the back.
"Listen, kid, I won't forget this favor, and if you ever need anything from me, let me know." He winked at you before going towards the Pizzeria, you stopped him.
"Is there anything I should know about the animatronics before I go?" Your hands were still slightly shaking from the fear you had just experienced, and William chuckled.
"Bonnie tends to be the most aggressive and will move around a lot. Chica likes to make noise in the kitchen before she appears in the hallway, and Freddy probably won't move around a lot, but I would still keep an eye on him." He furrows his brows before adding,
"Keep the camera on Foxy, or else he'll come running. Literally." You cocked your head, confused, but William had already gone through the door, and you were left watching the sun rise over the building.
What did this all mean?
How did he know about their behaviors? How do they move at night? Are they trying to hurt me?
More importantly.
What was William hiding?
It was obvious he was hiding something. You walked to your car and tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.
He opened up Fredbear's Family Diner, then had to close it because of electrical issues. Why not just solve the electrical issues? Why did he rebrand and make new animatronics? What was wrong with the other ones? Why is there so much turnover in the security guard position? Why did the animatronics move at night? Why, why, why...
There was no way you were going to sleep. So instead of going back home, you drove to the library and waited two entire hours until the older lady at the front unlocked the doors. It took everything in you not to run in the doors. You walked in, not paying attention to anything that was going on, and beelined straight to the newspaper article section. You ran your finger along the white metal shelf, and quickly read through the years.
1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984...
Aha! You almost yelled out, but stopped yourself. This was a library, and you needed to stay civil. Although you were pretty sure that went out the window when you basically ran to the newspaper section. You shuffled through every individual day, until something caught your eye.
Man, you had good luck.
Fredbear's Family Diner Closes, Five Children Missing
You ripped the newspaper from the shelf, eyes scanning over the entire front page. William Afton was on the front, and a large Grand Opening sign was hung on the building. He looked younger... He looked different. His eyes were different.
You read the page.
Five children missing after party at Fredbear's Family Diner. At around 3 pm Saturday morning, ten children attended the birthday party of [REDACTED] and mysteriously went missing. Owner was questioned and has since refused to make a statement. State-wide searches are beginning, and the public is urged to stay vigilant- continued on page 45.
The next page was covered completely with full-color pictures of the five children, all outlined in a red frame with the text HAVE YOU SEEN ME? printed on the top.
You turned to page 43 and turned once more to 46.
46?
A page was missing. You could see where it had been carefully ripped out. Someone wanted to keep this under wraps.
William had to have a part in the disappearance of those five children. You rubbed your finger over the ragged edge inside the newspaper and thought as hard as you could. There was so much you knew, but so much that was left unknown. You bit your lip and put the newspaper back, looking through the others, but finding no other information on Fredbear's Family Diner.
What was going on?
You thought you were going crazy. Maybe the kids just ran away and got hurt in the woods or something. Maybe someone kidnapped them outside the diner. Maybe the children went missing on their way to the party.
You knew they hadn't, a horrible feeling began to eat its way through the bottom of your stomach. You tried to reevaluate the information in your head, to make some sense of it.
Fredbear's Family Diner opens, then five children attend a birthday party and mysteriously go missing during it, then Fredbear's closes not a week after. William stated it closed because of "electrical issues", and Barbara also said "electrical issues", but there was no mention of electrical issues when reading the article. William was questioned but stayed silent, what was he hiding? There was also a page missing from the newspaper, who took it out? Did William not want you to find something? Why did he still keep a picture of Fredbear's Family Diner in his office then?
You left the library, got in your car, and went home. You had to stop thinking about this. You were way too into your psyche. You needed a good meal and a long nap.
So that's exactly what you did. Once eating, and waking from the nap, your brain was clearer, although the images of the five children never left your brain. Something about them seemed familiar like you had seen them before, but you hadn't moved here until about a year ago, and there was no way you would have heard about them, nor seen them. In fact, although you didn’t talk to many people in town, there was no mention of the kids anywhere. Which was exceptionally strange. How could five children go missing and just be forgotten about?
You shook your head yet again and got into your car. Turning the ignition and leaving for the Pizzeria. You were determined to figure out this mystery, and this time you were much more confident in your abilities to keep the free-roaming animatronics at bay. I mean, how hard could it be? They were just robots.
A/N- What up guys it's me again, college is awful and I hate every second of it. Anyway, watched the FNAF movie and had an absolute AWAKENING in the theatre. This does not follow the lore (bc I am lazy and stupid), so don't comment on that lol. Debating on making this nsfw or not, haven't decided yet, so if you like it lemme know. Y'all are awesome :) (There will be a part 2, and possibly a part 3, I already have most of it written just need to edit it)
Words- 1,662
Warnings- Language, mentions of murder/crimes
You stared up at the neon lights, illuminating the wet ground below. The lights reflected onto the puddles, and you found yourself zipping up your jacket to escape the frigid wind. At least the storm was finally subsiding.
Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria
The building wasn't particularly cutting-edge, and the sign definitely had a bit of wear and tear on it, but it was good enough for now. You just needed a job, and quick. You didn't know how many more times you could ask for just one more day to your landlord.
You took a deep breath and pushed open the obviously marked pull door.
Embarrassing.
Regaining what little dignity you had left, you went up to the counter and spoke to a very chipper teenager, who seemed like she genuinely enjoyed her job.
"Hello! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, what can I help you with?"
You, a bit startled, took a second to respond.
"Yeah, I had an interview a couple of days ago for an opening? Today is my first day..."
"Oh, awesome! Come this way!" She exits from behind the counter and leads you through a maze of tables, past a door that says Employees Only in big red print. You finally arrived at an office door at the end of the hallway, it was noticeably less...Cheerful. The floors had changed to concrete, and the walls were not adorned with bright paint. Instead, it was a drab yellow, with slightly peeling wallpaper.
"Wait here just a second," She says, and goes inside the office, speaking quietly to whoever is inside. You assumed it was the man you spoke with before when interviewing for the job, you thought his name was Henry, but you weren’t sure. You took a deep breath and it caught in your throat as the lady from before opened the door quite quickly.
“He will see you now!” She said, smiling at you. You took the handle of the door and opened it, stepping inside. The floor had changed to carpet, and the office looked quite cozy. It was adorned with many pictures of the grand opening, different groups of kids posing in front of various animatronics, and even a yellow bunny posing with a little girl. That one was the most worn down and yellowed. Like it had been taken out of its frame and looked at multiple times, before being shoved back in.
The man noticed your silence and motioned for you to sit down. This was not the same man from before, this man was a bit more serious, and his voice was soft yet commanding at the same time.
“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria! My name is William Afton, co-owner and founder. You probably met Henry, correct?” The man smiled, he had a few permanent wrinkles, especially towards his eyes, and wore a (quite frankly) ugly yellow dress shirt that was a tiny bit too big. Probably due to his height, he looked tall just sitting down. His tie was a muted purple, and he clasped his hands together on the desk, looking at you with sharp silver eyes. To be honest, he was a bit intimidating. He loomed over you even when sitting across from you at the desk, and there was no way he was less than six feet tall. When he moved the coffee cup next to him out of the way, you noticed the way his hands engulfed the cup. They were big too. This man was just, large.
“Uh, yeah, I spoke to Henry on the phone and we had an interview a couple of days ago, he said I could start today in the prize corner…” You trailed off, your small voice echoing off the walls.
“Well then, here’s some paperwork for you to fill out and I’ll pair you with Barbara today for your first day of training. Normally we do about two weeks of training and then you’ll be an official Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria team member! Exciting, isn’t it?”
You nodded, looking at him gathering the papers from random places around his desk, even his hands engulfed the papers. He pushed up his glasses and fumbled around for a pen. His desk was extremely neat, and you assumed that William knew exactly where everything was, and exactly how it should be. He definitely ran this place like a Navy ship.
“Thank you,” You said, grabbing the paperwork and beginning to fill it out. William excused himself from the room and left you there alone, to do the paperwork, and only the paperwork.
You definitely weren’t going to snoop around a bit. I mean, how could you not? This place had an air of something strange. Like something had gone horribly wrong. You scribbled down more nonsense on the pieces of paper. One question caught your attention.
Are you scared of animatronics, marionettes, or other children’s toys?
Huh? You thought to yourself, what a strange question. You guess it made sense, you were going to be around them a lot, and it wouldn’t be a good fit for the company if you were terrified of them, but then, why would you even apply? You tucked away that information for later, perhaps you would ask him. Finally, you finished the paperwork and got up from the chair. You were careful and calculated in your steps. The first thing you went over to was the picture. You took it off the shelf and squinted at it. There was someone in a golden bunny costume, and a little girl, no more than eight, beside him. His hand was draped over her shoulder, and she had a gleaming smile. The words Fredbear’s Family Diner were up at the top, and it looked like this place had just opened. It was a cute picture, but something felt off. The girl was a tiny bit too far away from the man in the bunny suit, you then realized that the man in the bunny suit must have been close to seven feet tall. He was quite literally towering over her. You put the picture back, making sure the angle of the picture was just how you found it a minute prior. You then went over to Williams's desk and opened up the first drawer. Pens, pencils, post-it notes, staples, and write-up citation notices were in the drawer. That was extremely normal. You weren’t sure why you were convinced you were going to find something. The man had been nothing but normal. Absolutely normal.
Maybe he was too normal. You closed that drawer and opened up the second, it was filled to the brim with different notebooks, picture books, and other random stacks of papers. You then tried to open the third. It was locked.
Locked? You thought, what reason would he have to lock a desk drawer? You pulled at it more, but nothing budged. There was, however, a tiny sliver where you could see through, and to be honest, you couldn’t see much of anything.
Something reflected the light, something yellow. Dirty. It smelled like polyester and a hint of something else. You couldn’t tell. You then decided to go back to your chair and gaze around the room more. Thank god you did, because the door opened back up about a minute later.
“All done?” He quips, you nod, and he sits back down on the desk and takes the paperwork, looking over it.
“Looks good, I’ll lead you to Barbara at the prize corner, and she’ll teach you the ropes.” He smiled gently, and you smiled back. He opened the door and held it open for you, before leading you through the maze again, footsteps loud on the concrete.
“Thanks for the job, Mr.Afton, it really means a lot to me.” You spoke quietly, he hadn’t heard you.
“Hm?” He sighs,
“Sorry, my hearing isn’t what it used to be, being around loud arcade games for years definitely hasn’t helped. What did you say?”
You stammered, now obviously embarrassed.
“Thanks for the job Mr.Afton, I really appreciate it,” William smiled, then held out his hand for you to shake. You did, and his hands were probably twice your size. It was firm, but kind.
“Happy to have you on the team… And please, William will do,” He led you towards Barbara, and she greeted you with as much excitement as the teenager at the front did earlier, her ginger hair shone in the backlights of the prize corner. She seemed proud of her prize display and was eager to show it off to you.
She took you through your first day, and it was a breeze. She explained the ticket counter, the prizes, how easiest to remember how many tickets each prize required, and taught you how to deal with problematic children. You couldn’t have asked for a better co-worker. However, something changed when you asked a relatively simple question.
“So what is Fredbear’s Family Diner?” Barbara froze, and her blue eyes widened in the tiniest of ways. If you hadn’t been staring at her eyes, you would have missed it entirely. She smiled again, and you could tell something was wrong. She grabbed at her tie and loosened it a bit, like she was uncomfortable. You felt like you had crossed an invisible line, or gone past obviously marked caution tape. Barbara spoke gently, and carefully.
“It was the restaurant Mr.Afton and Mr.Emily had first, it was closed down due to electrical issues.” You decided not to push further, it was obvious that she didn’t want to talk about it. Why though? You thought, trying to make sense of it. If William had a picture of it in his office, it must have meant something to him, why close it down and open something that would basically be the same? What happened?
The rest of the day went smoothly, and you went home with a lot more questions than before.
A/N- I am well aware that I never post on here anymore, however, this piece would not leave my head and I had to make a story out of it. I'm trying to improve my craft on this one, so plot and emotions were not my first thought when writing this piece. I plan to continue it, but who knows. I'm much busier than I was when I was fifteen, now working two jobs and going to college full time, but I try and find time to write. I digress, most of you don't care. Anyways, enjoy the story! Requests are open, but again, I don't post on here very much, so unless it's something I really want to write, I probably will not get to it.
Words- 1,734
Warnings- General Violence
"Sit. Down!" The demon ordered, staring at the pair. Aziraphale obeyed quickly, leaning himself against the dark dank walls of hell, smiling nervously towards Crowley. The back of his shirt had become stained with thousand-year-old dirt and grime, but he didn't care. The coat (which had stayed stain-free for over one hundred years) was the last thing on Aziraphale’s mind.
If you would have told the pair what was just about to happen to them, they would have laughed straight in your face. Much like the way a classmate would when proving they were right about a preposterous rumor.
Aziraphale closed his eyes for a split second, wishing he was back at his bookstore. There was a stale mildew scent in the air that made his nose turn up. He hoped Crowley had some type of plan to get them out of here, but with one look at the Demon, he realized Crowley was as useless as he was.
“Don’tcha think Hell has better things to worry about than little ol’ me?” Crowley spoke, feigning innocence, with large black sunglasses shading his eyes. He didn’t need them down here, but they were a type of comfort to him, knowing the Demon couldn’t see the serpent that lay beneath.
Aziraphale had learned over the thousands of years to read Crowley quite well underneath his “cool” shades. (Aziraphale thought they were quite tacky, but didn’t let him know, of course) Right now, both Aziraphale and Crowley had no idea why they were dragged into the pits of hell, on a Wednesday morning, during their time at St.James’ Park. It was a shame really, Aziraphale had really looked forward to seeing Crowley. They had both been quite busy with saving the world and all that, so it was nice to meet each other just to talk.
“Sit down Crowley,” Beelzebub said, appearing through the iron wrought door that held them. Cobblestone walls surrounded them, and a slight drip could be heard from the right wall, where a puddle of mystery liquid lay. Aziraphale didn’t dare go near it, and Crowley was too busy snarking back at Beelzebub to even notice.
“I really don’t understand it, if you would please explain o’ holy one, I would- for once- be greatly appreciative…” Crowley trailed off, still standing. Although Crowley was a bit taller than Beelzebub, the Prince of Hell was–well, the Prince of Hell. Definitely not someone Crowley wanted to be around, definitely not while in this situation. The other demon who had led them in had already left, but neither Aziraphale nor Crowley had noticed. Aziraphale had his eyes fixed on Crowley, and Crowley had his eyes fixed on Beelzebub.
“Your Angel,” Beelzebub started. Crowley couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that they had called Aziraphale his Angel. The two words floated around his head. Crowley had been pining for that Angel since the first time they met in Eden. The way the blond’s wings wafted over his head, protecting him from the first rain. The way he smiled when he was nervous. So afraid of doing the wrong thing. Crowley didn’t dream, but if he did, he was absolutely certain that they would all revolve around his Angel. Perhaps his Bentley as well… But he would never admit such a fact. Admitting he was attached to the Angel was admitting he was weak. He was not weak. Crowley was far from it. Crowley had bound up those feelings so far into his (lack of) soul, that it barely bothered him. (Of course, it bothered him more than anything in the entire world, even the end of it, but even Crowley couldn’t swallow that truth.)
“He’s got something we want…” Beelzebub continued, sneering at Crowley, seemingly disgusted by his very existence. The flies that swarmed around their head seemed to hasten, syncing with their emotions.
“I promise-” Crowley pouts, pointing at the Angel who had sat down on the floor, in the most proper way he could.
“He couldn't even hurt a fly! He has nothing you want,” Crowley knew Beelzebub wouldn’t believe him, they had no reason to. As far as Beezlebub was concerned, Crowley should have been dead over five thousand years ago, and they both were eerily aware of that fact. Crowley also knew that Aziraphale was strong, much stronger than Hell assumed. Aziraphale, if he wanted to, could be as much an angel as Sandalphon, Michael, or even Gabriel. (In a violent way, of course, he was always a perfect angel to Crowley) But Crowley didn’t want Hell to know this fact, it would be just another dart for Hell to throw at them.
“Sit down Crowley. I have nothing to say to you.” Beezelbub said yet again, forcing the Demon to sit on the ground, and began to stalk over to the Angel. Crowley knew this room had demonic sigils, preventing the prisoners from using magic to escape, but perhaps they hadn’t messed with Aziraphale’s powers. He hoped. As soon as the thought ran through Crowley’s mind, Aziraphale began to yelp in pain, and a searing sigil burned into the top of his hand, in mostly the same Enochian language that Crowley assumed was on the other side of the door. Crowley was rusty on the language- but assumed it was binding Aziraphale’s powers as well. As the burning orange flesh melted into black characters, Crowley cringed.
“Don’t you touch him!” Crowley started, forcing himself up from the ground, and starting towards the injured blond. Aziraphale looked towards Beezelbub, trying his best not to seem alarmed, or scared at the fact that he was indeed helpless. They both were.
“Crowley!” Beelzebub yelled again, pushing their palm out and magically binding Crowley’s hands and feet together. Letting him trip over himself and fall face-first onto the concrete floor. There was a large scrape left on his right temple, and blood was slowly dripping out of his nose. He brought his tied hands to his head, rubbing the scrape to try and soothe it. Aziraphale gasped in surprise, yet said nothing. He had nothing to say.
Beelzebub snapped and Crowley’s mouth was gone, filled with skin. Aziraphale furrowed his brows, trying his best to get up and make his way toward the ginger, but Beelzebub blocked the way, their stature standing tall over Aziraphale.
“You aren’t going anywhere, you pathetic excuse for an Angel. Or rather, a principality.”
Aziraphale’s face was contorted in a sort of rage only found in the nicest of angels. One where you could barely sense it was there. Aziraphale never showed his anger on his face, but it was blatantly obvious that Beelzebub’s use of rank had deeply offended him.
“What could you possibly want from me? I’m a principality after all. I just follow orders.” While both Beezlebub and Crowley knew that was a lie, Beelzebub seemed to ignore it, resting their fingers in the shaggy curls of the Angel, pulling the blond hair taut.
“You don’t understand how much power I have over you right now. Not even your little Demon could help you now. I could kill you…” Beelzebub trailed off, looking around the room, staring upwards at a flickering incandescent light, emitting a slightly annoying buzzing sound that barely went above the sound of flies buzzing around the Prince’s head. Aziraphale begged Beelzebub, unaware of what they wanted.
“I don’t know anything,” Aziraphale said, and Beelzebub tightened their grip around the tufts of hair, pulling his head uncomfortably up, exposing his throat. His Adam’s apple was bobbing uncomfortably, and Beelzebub’s free hand grabbed his chin, forcing his head to look straight at them. Both Aziraphale and Crowley were dancing on the edge of a knife, waltzing towards a terrible fate.
Instead of explaining to them what Beelzebub wanted from Aziraphale, they simply kicked the poor angel straight into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. (Aziraphale technically didn’t need to breathe, but it was a human formality he had grown used to.) Aziraphale grunted, the pain flourishing around his belly and through his body. Beelzebub roughly let go of the Angel. Aziraphale grimaced and held the spot where Beezlebub had kicked, shaking his head softly, trying to rid himself of the pain. Crowley tried his best to scream profanities- but was silenced by the lack of a mouth. Instead, he decided on trying his best to drag himself towards the Angel, who was still holding his stomach.
“I’ll be back, behave yourselves.” Beezlebub laughed at their own attempt at a joke and walked out the door, flies following obediently. Crowley’s mouth reappeared as they left, and he gasped at the new feeling of air filling it. At the same time, the binds had left his arms and legs, and he rubbed the places where they had been, before wiping his nose of the semi-coagulated ichor.
“Oh, Angel c’mere…” He motioned for the Angel to lean himself against him. Before he did, Aziraphale gently rubbed the dried ichor from the scrape on his temple. Aziraphale leaned his head into the crook where Crowley’s neck met his shoulders. The warmth there was enough to soothe the pain that radiated from Beelzebub's kick. Crowley wrapped an arm around Aziraphale and gently ran his fingers through the Angel’s thick curls.
“It’s okay, it’ll be alright…” Crowley said. His words didn’t match his feelings, Crowley had no idea what Beelzebub wanted, nor how he was going to get the both of them out of there. The room felt like it was shrinking, and suddenly the puddle that was once fifteen feet away, felt like it was two feet away. Everything was seeping in on them, and neither the Demon nor the Angel had a way out. It was hopeless. Crowley continued to slowly brush the Angel’s hair, using his other hand to trace the sigil on the top of his palm. It burned the tips of Crowley’s fingers, but he didn’t care.
“I’m so sorry Crowley, I really do apologize-” Crowley put a hand up to silence Aziraphale.
“You know I would go to heaven and hell for you Angel…” Crowley quieted himself at the end and didn’t even realize what he was truly saying.
Aziraphale just nuzzled his head further into Crowley’s neck, letting the feeling of his friend envelope him in a soft glow. It was hopeless, but at least they had each other.
Warnings- Graphic depictions of blood, violence, character death, cursing.
A/N- Back at it again, I haven't watched much stranger things but I watched the season finale and fell in love with Enzo. This is written to purely go with my plot, and probably follows no rules in the actual universe. I don't care though I just love Enzo. Feel free to send requests! As always, love you lovelies!
"Enzo," I said into the walkie-talkie, standing outside of Hopper's home.
A strange green hue filled the sky, clouds so thick I could feel them on the surface of my skin. A layer of wetness condensated onto my clothes, hair, and body. Mixed in with sweat I felt like I had just gotten out of the ninth circle of hell.
"Dimitri," I continued to speak into the microphone, looking at the clouds arriving fast. Whatever this was, it happened to be moving, and fast.
"Yes?" A voice on the other line made me silently sigh in relief
"Enzo come outside right now..." I waited, looking at the rapidly approaching fleet of cloud cover on Hopper's wooded yard. He walked past me and looked up to the sky, eyes widening.
"что за черт..." He said, mouth agape.
"Wake up Hopper." He said, going out further to investigate. I felt an overwhelming sense of panic fill my soul. It felt like a legion of demons was about to attack me from the clouds. I felt like my salvation lie ahead of me away from the green, and Lucifer was behind me, trying to keep me from safety.
I almost ran inside the house, my heart burning from the stress.
"Hopper!" I yelled, checking through the rooms. He scrambled out of the last room and looked at me, the whites of his eyes brighter than the light illuminating the hallway. He had grabbed a jacket and put it over his pajamas, pushing in front of me to see whatever lay ahead.
"You've got to see this," I said, motioning quickly towards the door. As he ran outside, I followed swiftly behind, afraid to be alone in any situation, especially one like this.
"The Hive..." Hopper said, clenching his fists and shaking his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose and thought for an agonizing few seconds.
"Get in the car, we need to find where it's rooted," He continued
"If we stop it before it fully roots, then we can make up enough time to find the others, and plan to finally defeat this damn thing." Hopper started towards the car, Enzo quickly nodded and climbed into the car. The roar of the engine was the only noise to break through the stagnant air.
The drive became more and more green as the clouds began to thicken even more than I could imagine. It looked as though we were wading through a sea of fog. Eventually, we stopped at an abandoned house, sedentary particles of what seemed to be snow layered around the yard.
"Hopper what the hell is this place, and what the hell are we going to do?" I said, trying to wrap my head around this situation.
Hopper sighed and got out of the car. We both followed as he opened up the car. A multitude of guns, ammo, and different weapons were neatly sorted into piles as if he were planning this for quite a while.
"Fight." He grabbed a shotgun and pistol, then gave me a machete, pistol, and extra magazines. Enzo grabbed the last pistol, a greatsword, and a hunting rifle.
"Well, let's hope he hasn't rooted too far into here," Hopper said. Enzo broke the monologue by quipping,
"Sometimes I wonder if this is ever going to end," He shakes his head and closes his eyes, then opens them and begins in. I follow, pistol in hand, rifle strapped around my back.
The house is covered in black roots, seeming to breathe with the house.
"Stay by me малютка" Enzo whispers, quietly stepping over the roots. We make our way up the steps, into what seems to be the middle. Hopper stayed on the main floor, looking for anything to give us more information on where the Venca was, and how he was making this his home.
I step on an extra squeaky floorboard and scare myself, stepping back directly onto a root.
"Oh shit-" I am quickly wrapped by roots digging painfully into my skin and flying me towards the far wall. I hit it with enough force to crack the wood paneling and scream in pain. Enzo's eyes widen in shock, barely able to comprehend what is happening. I heard a sudden scraping noise, almost as if the roots were connected to a single entity. It's coming from deep within the house, continuing for several seconds, then silence. I let out a cry which startled even me. I was no longer consciously reacting to the noise, nor the suffocation of the roots against my limbs. The cry was a subconscious response to the fear which flowed through my entire body. In a panic, I began to fight against the roots. With every breath I took it seemed to tighten even more around me. I felt one slither across my neck, sharp thorns creating deep puncture wounds across the way.
"малютка!" Enzo yelled, fear evident in his stature as he ran towards me, eyes glued to the ground. He began to slash at the roots around me, black liquid oozing out of them. I screamed again, a thorn breaking its way through the thin skin of my neck, and coming so extremely close to hitting every vital stem in my body.
"Enzo please," I begged, tears blurring my vision.
"I'm trying, please, hang on!" He slashed again, and then pulled out his gun. He shot away at the roots and managed to send one flying to the other side of the room.
"Enzo it's choking me," I croaked, eyes beginning to blur my surroundings and darken.
"Hang on мой дорогой" He aimed his gun again, struggling to take aim and blow away the one on my neck. Once that one was severed, the roots loosened on my now purple appendages. The new blood rushing through them made me burn as though Lucifer himself was pouring hellfire on my hands. I cried out in pain, bringing my hands to my neck. They came back covered in blood as Enzo lifted me up, taking me quickly out of the house. He shot a few roots in his way and almost got caught up in one above him.
"Enzo..." I said quietly, eyes fading away into darkness, I coughed and felt the taste of blood fill my mouth. I swallowed and said,
"I love you," He walked out the door of the house, and that was when my consciousness finally faded.
"Please, don't die now," Enzo muttered to himself, ripping a piece of fabric from his shirt in order to close the deep wound on my neck. I needed a medic before I bled out.
Enzo wasn't the type to hope, nor pray. But at the sight of me in the hospital, it was all he could do.
"Please wake up, please." He begged, grabbing my hand slowly, afraid that if he created one more scratch, one more strain on an already broken bone, I would die right then and there. He imagined himself as the bull in the china shop, me being the most expensive piece.
"Протяни свою руку, наполненную исцелением. Поднимите ее с постели и обработайте ее травмы. Аминь." He gently kissed the back of my hand, allowing it to rest in his callused hands. The tubes coming from my mouth and veins scared him. He hasn't slept in days, even though his eyes are begging for rest. Hopper has offered to watch but was always met with the same,
"It's my responsibility, Jim." He states it in a clear voice, almost as if he speaking to someone higher up than him, rather than Hopper. The heart monitor has infiltrated his subconscious, a constant reminder of the pain I had endured.
I finally wake up to a tube being taken out of my mouth. Enzo is quietly staring at me in the corner, watching the doctors and nurses crowd around me, attaching and detaching multiple cords and tubes. Hopper is looking through the window, and relief floods both of their faces. I cough, and the same stagnant particles from before erupt from my mouth, slowly moving through the air. The doctors look nervous, and quickly page for something I couldn't hear. They leave, closing the door, leaving Enzo and Hopper staring through the window. I grab for one of the particles and struggle to find out what it could be. I look back at them and smile slightly.
They are speaking to each other, worry plastered on their faces. Hopper says his last sentence, which causes Enzo to turn away and take a deep breath. I stare back.
"She's infected Enzo." He starts, Enzo turns to him and sighs,
"What does this mean..."He closes his eyes and holds his breath.
"The spores have invaded her lungs, and soon will travel through her blood, and to her vital organs." Hopper didn't have to say anything else. Tears began to pool at the back of Enzo's eyes, but he keeps his composure. I've failed her. He thinks.
"She's going to die isn't she." Hopper doesn't say anything, and it's all he needs to hear.
Enzo walks briskly out of the hospital, tears flowing freely down his face.
All. Because. Of. Me.
His stomach feels as though it will heave up anything in it, yet there is nothing to give. Muscles clench, and he bites his lip to try and control himself. He goes to Hopper's car, to maybe try and take a rest, or do something...Anything. Anything to try and distract himself from the fact she was going to die.
"She's going to die, because of me." He thinks. He silently weeps, chest heaving in and out with such motion it feels as though waves are crashing throughout his entire body.
"Все моя вина" He screams, desperately trying to evade the emotions of her imminent death. He didn't realize he had punched through the passenger side window, glass shards covering the seat. His knuckles are now stained with blood, dripping onto the pavement.
He can't feel it though, the intense feeling of dread, death, and anger overtakes any other stimuli.
All this time. The years, weeks, days, and hours lived. All to come back to this moment. This is her end, her calling. The end of the string.
She could have been so much more. If only he could have done something, anything.
He sinks to the asphalt, bloodied hands covering his face.
It was always going to be her, wasn't it? She was always the one destined to sacrifice herself for us.
He wipes the blood from his face and runs back to the hospital. People look at him in bewilderment, but he can barely discern their faces. He takes one look at Hopper and opens the door. Hopper grabs for his hand but he had already slipped through.
"Oh малютка, what has happened to you?" He smiles ever so slightly and I smile back. I reach out for his hand, particles still floating around the room, moving as though they had a mind of their own. He squeezes it reassuringly and grabs the chair next to him. I scoot over though, and motion for him to climb in next to me. Hopper is knocking at the window, but I pay no attention. My eyes are stuck to Enzo, watching as he lays gently next to me. I wrap my arms around him, snuggling my face into his chest.
"Why did those doctors leave Enzo? He frowns for a second and says not to worry.
"You'll be alright медовый”
"Promise?"
"Promise."
A single particle lays between us, and Enzo waves it away.
"For eternity my dear."
Translations- (I am not Russian and these are probably wrong, I apologize lol)
что за черт- What the hell?
милочка- Little one
мой дорогой- My dear
Протяни свою руку, наполненную исцелением. Поднимите ее с постели и обработайте ее травмы. Аминь.- Reach out your hand filled with healing. Get her out of bed and treat her injuries. Amen
The Peter fic! 😢Thank youuuu so much ahhh! I love it 💞 'Why are you being so lovey dovey? ' "cuz I knew you wouldn't do it first" - this right here 👏👏👏 10/10 he would so be like that, once again thank you thank you thank you tis mwah 😍
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Anon Asked: If you're comfortable could you do fluff angst where reader is really upset not about anything in particular just mood took a down turn and she's friends with the marauders so she goes to thier dorm but peter is the only one there and he tries his best to comfort her and make her laugh and she falls asleep on the sofa beside him? : )
A/N- Thanks so much for the request! I kinda of added my own spin to it, I apologize for not following the entire prompt. Hopefully you like it! A Prince Caspian story should be up by the end of the week, but other than that I have no other requests! As always, requests are open, and love you lovelies. <3
"Oh, in the name of Merlin!" You slammed your hands on the walnut table in the Great Hall. Eyes pointed towards you as you walked hastily towards the Gryffindor common room. With an essay about constellations and their relation to modern magic in Astronomy, having to read three books related to Charms, another essay in Defense Against the Dark Arts about the three unforgivable curses, researching different magical herbs in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, an essay about Muggles and their technology in Muggle Studies, and one entire parchment sheet of directions on how to make Amortentia in Potions. It was stressful, to say the least.
"Breathe," You whispered to yourself, almost hyperventilating waiting for the staircase to move. The Singing Lady raised a brow at you, but the second you gritted your teeth and said Banana Fritters, she opened without a word.
"Woah what's got you all worked up?" Peter was the only one present in the common room, he seemed a little startled by your entrance, considering the first thing you did was slam your books onto the ground and run your fingers through your hair.
"Just classes, I've got a lot of homework to do, and it's just stressing me out a little bit..." You sighed heavily, Peter came to sit next to you. His eyes were a dark shade of purple, there was no way he had gotten enough sleep.
"Worry about the homework tomorrow Sweetpea, just relax for a little bit," He said, yawning. You cuddled up beside him, loosening your tie and taking off your robe and cardigan. He froze in place, unsure of what to do. You took his hand and put it around your neck, making sure to cuddle in closer. His warmth radiated around you, and he smiled nervously.
"Look who's nervous now," You chuckled, and watched Peter's face flush a bright crimson red. You buried your head into his chest, and the faint scent of Sharpie tickled your nose. It must be from the constant notetaking, he was never quite good with a quill. Pumpkin juice also arose, probably from baking something for the Mauraders. You closed your eyes and tried to memorize the smell. He took his hand and rubbed your back, humming quietly.
"Did you have some firewhisky?" Peter asked, you simply shook your head.
"Why are you being so lovey-dovey?" He questioned again, laying his head on top of yours.
"I knew you wouldn't do it first..." You said, muffled by his cloak. You yawned again and the conversation came to an end. A comfortable silence filled the room and slowly but surely you both fell asleep. In the morning you knew you would never hear the end of it from Sirius and James, with Remus trying to keep the peace, but it didn't matter. You were happy now, and that was all that you needed.
You loved Peter Pettigrew, and Peter Pettigrew loved you.
Warnings- SMUT, NSFW, language, general violence, NONCON, DUBCON, bondage, knifeplay, you get the jist
Please exercise caution when reading!
A/N- This is my first NSFW story, so please be gentle. Please read pt 1 first to get the entire story! Requests are open, and as always, love you lovelies!
"If you would, smile at the camera please, it would make me very happy!" You frowned, but the bright light from his phone made your eyes squint. He grabbed your jaw and pulled it towards himself, contorting you in a way that made it very uncomfortable to move.
"I said, smile..." You mustered the saddest looking smile anyone has ever seen, and he flashed a picture. He took a moment to take off his mask and throw it across the room. You saw the surprisingly average-looking man in front of you, with short, unkept dirty-blond hair, and soft features.
"You got any family? Or are you alone like Batman?" You shut your eyes, and when he let go, you gasped for air, chest heaving.
"I can figure that out later my dearest, now we've got some work to do." He lifted you up from the ground and brought you to his bed. The checkerboard comforter looked as if it had been black and white fifteen years ago, but were now permanently stained grey and brown from God knows what.
"Now stay here..." He laughed to himself and watched as your struggled against the tape once more. He grabbed a couple of things from a desk drawer across the room.
"One or two, you get to choose," He muttered something about it rhyming, but you were too busy trying to get a good look at what he was hiding. Something in your guy told you two, so you said it quietly.
"Two?" He nodded,
"Good choice darling," He held up the same knife that was embedded against the wall.
He climbed onto the bed with you and pushed you towards the headboard. He grabbed his infamous duct tape from a pocket in his coat and put another piece on your mouth.
"Wouldn't want you making too much noise, would I?" At the sight of him undressing, you widened your eyes. He only took off his coat and pants, revealing boxers and a wifebeater. Ironic. You tried to protest, and get the tape off of your mouth, but nothing was budging. Panic was rising from your chest, the feeling of bile tunneling through your throat.
"Now, now, now, let's not get too rowdy here, I don't want to kill you, and I have no intention of killing you, so please, just stay still. You're absolutely perfect." He fiddled with his hands, unable to decide where he should touch first. His eyes were focused intently on the shape of your breasts, and the thought of him touching them made your newfound nausea even worse. He held up the hunting knife, metal glinting in the moonlight, before taking it to the hem of your shirt and ripping through it like butter. The sound of ripping fabric made you wince and he quickly went to take off your bottoms. You tried to move your legs, to make it as hard as possible for him to take them off, but he simply put his weight on them, steadying you.
You made a noise from behind the tape, and he smiled. A weird smile, no teeth, just a simple upturn of his lips.
"Don't try and speak my dear, it will be over soon..." He took the knife and brought it underneath your bra, cutting through the middle.
"God," He groaned,
"You're just so beautiful, so perfect." He straddled the bottom of your legs. At this point, the duct tape on your arms had begun to cut off your blood supply, and you were cold due to the lack of clothing. The Riddler grabbed your breasts extremely languidly, almost as if he had never seen them before. The fatty tissue was squished under his hands, and you could feel the rough leather exterior of his gloves. He moved to take them off, and somehow, the pads of his fingers felt worse than the leather. He took the tape off of your mouth in one fluid motion, allowing you to speak.
"Please don't do this to me..." You stammered,
"Shush dearest, it will be over soon." He unbuckled the belt from his dark jeans, and you laid your head back, unable to fight back. This was the end of you.
He could kill you right now, but instead, he's going to fucking destroy you. You could hear him pump his cock a few times, the precum already slickly coating the skin. He shoved your legs open, and you brought your head up to look him in the eyes, tears pooling at the edges.
"Oh honey, don't cry" He lined up his average-at-best-looking cock, and slid in.
"Oh my god..." He closed his eyes, pleasure filling his body. You thought it would hurt more, considering your dryness, but his precum lubed up just fine.
He thrust into you a few times and you tried to keep the noises down to a minimum, hoping that he would finish quicker.
"God you're so fucking tight," His cock twitched inside you, and tears finally fell down your face.
"Call me by my name," He caught your chin in his hand, and gripped it so hard you were sure it would leave finger-shaped bruises.
"Riddler, please" You faked the begging, hoping that he would cum fast and get this fucking over with.
"Do you like the Riddler's cock?" You moaned, his cock finally reaching your sweet spot. He slapped your face and kissed it all over.
"Let me control you..." He whispered into your ear,
It was all over you thought, finally giving up on fighting back.
"Control me, please" His thrusts were harder, slamming into the soft flesh of your pussy.
"Good girl" He said, gripping a portion of your hair and pulling it. You yowled in pain, but the combined sensation of his thrusts turned it into a moan.
"Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?" You nodded, The Riddler beginning to rub your clit. Pleasure unfolded from your muscles, and you were quickly close to your climax.
"Riddler please," You gasped, he only ran his hands over your body, his mouth open, lewd noises filling the room.
"Oh fuck, cum with me," His thrusts were slower, but he still rubbed your clit with such fury it was impossible not to cum.
"Oh God Riddler, please," He grabs your throat, silencing your moans. Your pussy begins to squeeze around his cock, your mouth permanently open. The riddler groans heavily and you feel a warm fullness, his hand finally leaving your throat to pump himself through his orgasm. He pulls out slowly, savoring the moment, before seeing the massive amount of cum flow out of your pussy.
"God you felt so good," He said, catching his breath. You sighed, and closed your eyes, ready to faint from both the trauma and exhaustion.
"Stay awake for me, okay?" His voice was gentle, and at that point, you couldn't even begin to open your eyes, muscles all over you burning.
You fainted quickly, the apartment slipping through your vision.
Hi y’all! As for this week I am very busy (I graduate soon!!) I have a Peter Pettigrew x Reader as well as a part two to The Riddler fanfic in the works. One of them I may get done tomorrow and post, but who knows. Thank you so much for the continued love and support on my stories! It really helps me keep going. There will definitely be a story up by Monday, and then I have a Prince Caspian x Reader to start and I’ll be done with all requests! Thank y’all so much and as always, love you lovelies!
Warnings- Heavy violence, dubcon elements, literal kidnapping (see title) language
A/N- Sorry for the big space randomly, formatting shit lol. I've been obsessed with The Riddler for a while now, and finally got around to writing something about him. Hopefully he sounds correct. Thinking about making this a dubcon smut kinda thing, but I wanna see how y'all like it first. Please comment if you'd like more! As always, requests are open and love you lovelies! <3
“I can smell the fear on you,” The Riddler started, drumming his fingers on the edge of his coat.
“God, it’s so intoxicating…” He took a deep breath, chest swelling. The sound of his breathing was muffled by the mask, but you could tell he was coming closer to where you were. Wedged between an old washer and dryer in the abandoned warehouse on the edge of Gotham city. It wasn’t your first choice of hiding, but it was the closest. You breathed silently and tried to even it out as best as possible in order not to draw attention.
“What has twenty-one eyes… But cannot see.” The Riddler's voice is even closer and you can tell he is faced in your direction. His boots clack across the floor, his pace never changing. From where you were, you couldn’t tell how close he was, but there wasn’t any way he could find you. You were completely silent.
“Come out come out wherever you are!” He laughed, high pitched voice reverberating throughout the warehouse. It’s becoming harder and harder to decipher where he is due to the amount of cortisol and adrenaline rushing through your veins.
“You still have yet to solve my riddle dearest…” He trails off, and his footsteps begin to disappear. You move your head as quietly as you can, wanting to look above you and gain a sense of some of your surroundings. In a horrible twist of events, you accidentally let your foot slip, and the sound of rubber on metal echoes loudly throughout the entire space. The Riddler chuckles.
“Oh dear, it seems you’ve made a grave mistake.” His footsteps come forward and pause before beginning to grunt and move the washer, revealing your coiled-up body in between. After scrambling to get up you try and escape from him, but his hand catches your jacket hood and slams you back into him, all of the wind knocked out of your lungs.
“Right where you belong sweetie,” He says, quickly restraining your arms by placing a lanky hand over them. The other hand lands on your throat, tilting your head unnaturally up. Your back is pressed against him even though you are struggling so hard to get away.
You kick at him, and he loses his grip for just a second. You take the opportunity to bite his arm hard and feel the flesh give way to your teeth. Blood pours into your mouth, warm and thick. He curses, yet digs his other hand underneath your collarbone, making you yelp in pain. He pulls his arm from your mouth, and pushed you roughly to the ground, again knocking the wind out of you. At this point, your breathing was never going to steady. Your chest was burning, and the thought of running away was fruitless.
“Oh yes,” The Riddler drew out his words, finding a perverse pleasure in your suffering. He pushes his boot onto your back, pinning you to the ground. You heard him rustle for something in his pocket, and when you try to get away from him, he only puts more weight on you.
“A die!” You yell, The Riddler pauses and again laughs through his muffled mask.
“I’m impressed, you are correct. A die has twenty-one faces, yet cannot see.” He seems almost disappointed, and further explains while loudly ripping large pieces of duct tape. He attaches one right above his wound, blood soaking through the army green fabric. At the same time, he roughly pins your wrists behind you, attaching an obscene amount of tape to keep them together.
“Thank goodness you got the riddle, I really didn’t want to kill you.” Your breath hitched in your throat. If he didn’t want to kill you, why was he still restraining you? Why was he still so infatuated with you?
“Now, let’s get you somewhere else, wouldn’t want to ruin a pretty face on a concrete floor…” You felt him smile, and lift you up by your wrists with little effort. The strain on your shoulders made you wince and take in a sharp breath.
“I’m gonna do things to you, I wouldn’t do to a farm animal…”
The Riddler's humble abode was most definitely humble. Sparse furniture, paired with little to no decorations. It seemed like a place where he would do nothing but sleep, and maybe plan out his devious plans. There was no sense of personality or uniqueness to the space, it simply existed.
“Why am I here?” You asked, The Riddler ripped another piece of duct tape and slapped it onto your mouth, making sure that he could do it in the most painful way possible. He made sure to wipe his hands all over your face. The lingering smell of salty sweat on your face making you gag. You struggled again and your eyes were wide in fear. Sweat beaded at your forehead, slowly dripping down your face, loosening the tape.
“Alright, let’s get down to business. I’ve been watching you for quite some time now, and you fascinate me.” He pointed his finger at you, gently tracing the edge of your jawline. You were forced to sit down on the cold floor, legs and wrists bound tightly by duct tape.
“First of all,” He clapped his hands together softly and you could hear him smile through the mask.
“I think you are one of the most interesting people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting” He sighed, almost sounding like a groan.
“You are just, amazing!” He sounds like a kid on his birthday and seems very excited to get on with whatever he had in store. His voice cracked a little with how much excitement he had hidden behind it. You felt the sweat begin to loosen the tape on your face more, before finally moving around your lips to take it off.
“What the fuck are you going to do to me?” It wasn’t loud, you didn’t want to make him angry.
“You women are so easy, you always ask the same questions.” He turned away from you, rustling in a dark green bag and fumbling for something metal.
“They say a woman threatened by a knife is less likely to try and escape than a woman threatened by a gun…” You shuddered, The Riddler pulling out a large hunting knife and aiming it at your throat. You pushed you head back against the wall, the Riddler making sure to keep his distance as close as physically possible.
"You looked so confident before, what happened?" He asked, thrusting the edge of the knife to your neck.
"Please don't kill me…" The whites of your eyes were showing and you tried to look around the find something, anything to defend yourself.
"Oh god," He rolled his eyes,
"Not this again-" He suddenly turned around and in one fluid motion hurled the knife at the drywall.
The knife stuck perfectly straight.
"I'll do anything… Just please let me live." The Riddler paused, putting a long finger to his chin.
"Anything?" You nodded quickly.
"Oh boy, will I have fun with you!" He clapped his hands together and jumped up, giddy like a school-kid.
A/N: Been meaning to write Wolfstar for a while, so here is a little drabble. Hopefully it sounds good to y'all, I haven't written HP stuff in a very long time (The remus one was already written lol). As always, requests are open, and love you lovelies! <3
"Sirius I swear to god if you tell someone I bite one more time I'm going to kill you" Remus angrily whispered into Sirius's ear. Sirius, as usual, only smirked and watched his face become painted in a warm pink blush.
"Sirius Orion Black the Third!" Remus said, angry at the animagus.
"Oh come on Mooney, have at least a little fun," Sirius pushed an elbow into the side of him, chuckling. Remus sighed, unable to get through to the dimwit.
"I'm going to the common room to study, you're all free to join if you'd like" Remus knew none of them would, James was pining over Lily, Sirius had some sort of trouble to get into, and Peter, well... Peter always needed to recharge his social battery, so he was either sleeping or hiding somewhere secluded.
The cobblestone path clacked against his shoes, robes flying in the wind. Remus was eager to get away from the trio for at least a little bit, they were tiring after all, and he couldn't be a parent for them much longer without breaking. So lost in his thoughts he didn't even notice the black dog flanking him.
Remus barged into the empty common room, throwing himself onto one of the suede couches and curling up into a ball. The full moon was soon, and his symptoms of lycanthropy were starting to worsen. Sirius had gone in right after him and betted on the fact that Remus was too into his thoughts to even notice. He watched from a distance but frowned when he saw Remus try and self-soothe himself.
"Oh Mooney," He whispered, continuing to watch.
Remus had warm tears blur his vision, and couldn't seem to control the shaking that came from deep within his stomach. He breathed in and breathed out shakily. There was too much going on, and he dreaded the days he was confined to the shrieking shack. Sirius creaked a floorboard, which caused Remus to get up and hastily wipe his face, sniffling. His eyes were already red and puffed up, his hair stuck up in different directions due to the amount of pulling Remus had done to it.
"Mooney..." Sirius started, appearing out of the shadows, knowing his cover was blown.
"What do you want Sirius, to make fun of me again?" His Amber eyes glinted with a reflection of the newly risen moon, tears threatening to spill over the edge. Remus crossed his arms and brought his legs to his chest, silently wishing he would just go away so he could suffer in peace.
"I didn't know you took it that way, Remus... I'm sorry." Sirius walked over and gently pushed the hair from his face, looking deep into his eyes and smiling softly. He took a moment to sit in the large chair next to him, opening up his arms to invite Remus over.
"C'mere, let me make it up to you. I'll take care of you for a while." Even at the thought, Remus couldn't help the smile that radiated from his face. He climbed on top of the shorter man, lanky figure struggling to keep himself fully in the chair. Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus, gently bringing him even closer. He carded his hands through Remus's hair and felt him relax fully into Sirius, breathing becoming more and more even. Their breaths began to sync with one another, and Sirius realized, in a fleeting thought that he was fully in love with Remus John Lupin. A werewolf.
The way Remus grabbed onto Sirius's sleeve, almost as though Remus thought that it may be the last time they would ever be this... Intimate together. Sirius took the moment to put his hand on the side of Remus's head and pull his head to his chest, heart racing. Remus closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Sirius, breathing deeply in the scent of mint and maybe a fleeting aroma of wet dog.
A lot of memories went through Sirius's head, some were funny, like the time they had filled Snapes' (Snivellus) mouth with pink soap in the middle of a crowd of fifth-year students. It was a little mean in hindsight, but he was a budding death eater, so he deserved it of course. Some memories were a little tenser. Remus changing every month was one of them. Sirius regularly tried to control it, but it was impossible. Remus had no memory of what happened during the nights he changed, but the scars along Sirius's arms were all he needed to see.
Sirius shook his head a tiny bit, and put his head on top of Remus, breathing in clove and maybe cinnamon, he did enjoy baking after all. (But was not good at it... Remus didn't need to know though) Once Remus had fallen fast asleep, Sirius pressed his lips into Remus's hair, kissing him gently. Remus shifted his weight and snuggled further into Sirius, he held his breath, making sure Remus was asleep.
"I love you to the moon and back Mooney..." He whispered, looking at the half-moon out the common room window, light illuminating the dying fire.
"I love you too Padfoot..." Remus yawned and cuddled even closer to the Maurader.
Everything would be alright, at least in the foreseeable future. Everything would work out as long as Sirius had Remus, and Remus had Sirius.
Warnings- Mentions of murder, general violence, and stalker behaviors
A/N- Back at it again my guys, girls, and theys, the plot of this is horrible, however, I needed to finish it. Rafael Barba holds a special place in my heart, so please enjoy. As always, requests are open and love you lovelies!
Rafael Barba was smart, and to be perfectly honest, too smart for his own good. The way his eyes raked over mountains of manilla folders, packed to the brim with various evidence pictures, victims' statements, and police reports made it look like he was reading the morning newspaper. His eyes followed the words like a hawk, and you couldn't imagine he was reading every single word. Rafael learned in law school that by preventing your brain from saying the words back to you, it allowed you to read at a much faster pace. Thus allowing him to skim through twice the amount of evidence a normal ADA would.
Rafael made it look like he had been doing it since the day he was born.
"Barba?" You barged into his room, ruining the focus he had just managed to wrangle. He didn't seem angry though but rather relieved at the change of pace. His eyes softened at the sight of you.
"Yes dear, what is it now?" He sighed, gently pushing the papers into a neat pile on the side of his desk. He blinked slowly and shook his head to try and physically rid himself of the lingering thoughts about the case. He had always struggled with keeping his work here, and only here.
"If you were a criminal, how would you kill someone?" You said nonchalantly, drumming the pads of your fingers on his desk, slipping into the soft black leather chair. Rafael raised a brow in a slightly worriful way, but he soon remembered that your hobby was writing, and shoved the feeling aside. You couldn't be a murderer, you were far too... Well, he thought, empathetic.
"Well..." He looked up to the ceiling, eyes glazed over in thought. Almost as if he was solving a mathematics problem in his head.
"Some general plot would be nice, but if I had to leave the least amount of evidence. I would personally deliver a syringe of air between the skin of the big toe and the second." He furrowed his brows and put a finger to his chin, thinking much deeper than before.
"However, you would need quite the needle to do so, as 300mL would be the least to cause an air embolism, which would kill the victim. Plus it would take at least half an hour to render them unsavable." You could almost see him begin to smile,
"It wouldn't leave any evidence though, assuming you hit an artery or vein, as the hole would close up before death occurred. But to be honest, there isn't a foolproof way to murder someone, we always end up catching them." He chuckled slightly at his own phrase and took a deep breath.
"What would I do without my favorite ADA?" You chortled, almost running back to make sure the train of thought you had was not unrailed. Barba opened the file again, and read, sipping on his coffee. He hummed aimlessly and went over the case for next week.
"Rafael?" You peeked in again, slowly opening his door and watching him put down his case papers. He didn't seem at all annoyed, and tended to enjoy your company, no matter how often you barged in and talked his ear off.
"Yes?" he took another long sip of his coffee, putting it down before sliding off his suit jacket and hanging it behind his chair. He stretched, toned body peeking through his expensive-looking woven shirts.
"You know where I live right?" You asked, looking down at the floor of his office. He seemed confused, brows furrowed and mind racing with thoughts. Of course, he knew where you lived, he knew where everyone in the team lived. It was common knowledge in case something were to happen. This job was dangerous after all.
"Course I do, everyone knows where each other lives, it's protocol after all." He flashed a soft smile before motioning for you to continue your phrase.
"Ever since I went to this bar last weekend, this guy has been following me home. He hasn't done anything, or even gotten out of his car, but he just stares at me kinda weird. Makes a girl uncomfortable y'know." You shook your head to try and physically get rid of the embarrassment flushing your face, but a red hue still plastered itself across your face in huge splotches. Rafael took a second to comprehend this, instead of just hearing it like every other case.
"A man has been following you for days, and you just decided to tell me now?" You finally took a seat instead of standing awkwardly and sighed.
"It wasn't a super big deal Rafael, I've dealt with creeps before-" He interrupted you,
"Listen, this is dangerous, you already live in a bad part of town, a man following you everywhere definitely isn't helping. You need to have an escort wherever you go, and you need to tell us where you are going at all times." He checked his watch and nervously rubbed his knee. You shrugged.
"He hasn't done anything since, what makes you think he will do something now?" Rafael looked at you like you had three heads.
"Are you crazy? This is a stalker, someone who could break into your house at a moment's notice, they know where you live, work, shop, and go. This isn't something to just glaze over." He stopped himself and you could tell he was waiting for a response from you. However, you stayed silent, pondering over last week's events.
"Would you walk me home today? We can talk about all of this tomorrow..." You silently begged he would agree, so the pressure on you to tell the team was taken off for at least a little while. Rafael seemed to argue with himself, but finally, let out a breath of defeat.
"I will walk you home, but you have to promise to tell the team yourself, and tell me if anything goes wrong, okay?" You loosened yourself up a little bit, and the tension in your muscles seemed to fade away without notice. You went back to your desk to do the mountain of paperwork you had avoided by writing a story and only looked up when various team members waved their goodbyes. You hadn't even noticed the time before someone put a hand on your shoulder. You jumped and looked over, startled.
"It's just me... You ready to head home?" Rafael held out a hand for you to take. You took it gently and got up from your desk chair, yawning and grabbing your things.
"Long day Cariño?" You didn't bother to ask what Cariño meant and instead nodded silently. He led you to his car, and you didn't bother to ask why you weren't driving separately, too tired to even begin to think straight. You dozed off in the middle of the drive, the rocking back and forth lulling you like a newborn baby in a crib. Rafael thought it was cute, that you felt safe enough to sleep in his car. Your legs were brought up to your chest, and you were turned towards him, silently dreaming away. You seemed to know when the drive was over because, at the last turn, you began to stir.
"3rd floor, room 314..." You yawned again, grabbing your things and giving your key card to Rafael. He took it without saying anything and made sure to begin to walk towards the door with you glued to his side. His eyes scanned over the darkened parking lot, sparse trees littering the perimeter. After unlocking the door he let you in first, making sure the main door was shut and locked fully. After that, he took you to the elevator, where he again ushered you close to his side. You couldn't complain, considering how cold you were, and how warm he tended to be. No words were spoken between the walk from the apartment to your room, and after he led you to your room, he insisted on checking every nook and cranny in the house.
"You never know, RFID keys can malfunction and allow a stranger into your apartment, so it's best to just make sure everything is safe." You weren't sure if he was talking to your, or just aimlessly to himself. Both would be the correct answer, but after seeing Rafael in such a frazzled mood, you decided it was time to invite him to stay.
"Rafael, do you just want to stay the night in case something happens?" He seemed elated at the idea, eyes sparkling with joy, but he simply nodded and struggled to hide his true emotions.
"I will gladly stay over if it means you can be safe." You lightly laughed, tiredness still racking through your body. After quickly grabbing some pajamas from your dresser, you said to him,
"Take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch, if you want something to eat take whatever is in the fridge, can't promise the nutritional value of it though." Rafael gave you an audible sigh and said back,
"I will sleep on the couch, you are more tired than I've ever seen you. You need to sleep in your own bed." You continued to argue until he said,
"No hay tutía, I will sleep with you if that means you will get a good night's sleep." Again, you tried to argue, but felt his finger at your lips.
"If you argue again so help me god, just get into bed and go to sleep." You pursed your lips and climbed into bed, Rafael slipping off his shoes and suspenders, plus a few other garments before climbing in with you, body radiating heat like the Saharan desert. Your mind raced with thoughts about you and him but was interrupted by the soft touch of his hand on your back. He had propped himself up and continued to aimlessly scroll through his muted phone. His ears were listening hard to any noise that seemed a little out of place, yet the hand on your back seemed to reflect a different emotion. Something more tender, and sweet. He simply wanted to protect you after all.
"Sleep well, I'll keep watch for a while" You sighed, knowing he would probably stay up the entire night in order to make sure nothing bad would happen.
"Try and get some sleep Rafael," You said, yawning once more. It was pointless to argue, so instead, you turned over and rested your head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer, and the slow beat of his heart lulled you to sleep. He smelled of sandalwood and mint, and somehow, that was the scent of home.
