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[hannahgoldfish]

Confrontation

William Afton x Vanessa

(inspired by the movie's final few scenes, I just had to write something! Definitely go see the film if you like the games! <3)

Word Count: 504 (Part Two perhaps in the making?)

Warnings: Possible Spoilers, William Afton lets be honest, some drama!

Someone once said good people do terrible things. And for a while she believed that. 

With everything she had, she held tight to that dream, wiped her eyes of tears every night and allowed her mind to rest in sleep. 

But as Vanessa stood between the worn doors of the hall she finally realised, all good dreams come to an end. Leaving a reality of true colours in its place. How had it taken her so long to realise that? The torment and bodies and destruction are always in her family’s path like some sick tragedy..

And here she was, legs frozen in place, mind running and running and running over possible ideas and plans and countless excuses. Ways for everyone to get out of it alive. Ways for this nightmare to be over once and for all.

The low grunt of Mike in pain forced her mind to snap back to reality and her legs to move instantly, pushing away what feeling of trepidation holding her in place. Soon she was through the door with broken hues of pink, oranges and blues cascading her figure in light from the stage.

“Dad…” 

Did he even earn that title?

A whisper, that was all that pleaded from her voice, but it was enough. William’s eyes lifted as he turned to her. She tried not to focus on Mike's gasp of air as William clasped his shirt collar and nudged him to face her too. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” A statement laced with poison.

“I know-”

“So leave and go home.”

An order. A demand she was taught to willingly obey from a young age. Her heart trembled. And when she couldn’t help but let her mind linger on the dangerous thought of retreating away. Her eyes caught onto a small figure, cowering in the dark.

Abbie, a girl who needed her brother just like she once needed. Perhaps her own story was coming to an end but why should she continue to drag others down with her? Why not, for once, stand up for herself and all the other children, friends and family that never had the chance to before, she owed that little to them in the end.

How could she let this happen? Mike was her friend. A boy who spoke to her as a real person, who listened when no one else did. Who saw her in the dark. If she left this, gave in, would that make her exactly like the man standing before her?

“Stop.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Williams' cool voice travelled through the air. 

“You’ve done enough to his family,” she began, voice trembling on loose words, “let him go.”

A deep chuckle escaped her fathers lips. Mike, still clutched tightly with one hand, seemed to be miming something to her. Something she couldn’t place. No, she was too fixed on her father. 

A step from behind her, the sound of an animatronic whirring and it all faded to black. 

“Let us continue this discussion later.”

[hannahgoldfish]

Is it just me but the mc in Hogwarts Legacy is being constantly hunted and meanwhile all her teachers and friends are sending her on these tasks, putting her DIRECTLY in front of her enemies. Like give my queen a break, I need to know how she stays calm in the CONSTANT face of danger 😭

[hannahgoldfish]

A Spy in the Fete

Description: Adeline is one of the Darkling’s favoured heartrenders, and when she notices something suspicious, she is quick to the Darklings aid. 

Word Count: 1.5k

I hope you enjoy! I felt like writing something dramatic with a quick pace, so here it is! 

Adeline stood in front of her General's door. A repetitive tap of her foot and a stern expression as she watched guests of the Winter Fete breeze by. She couldn’t seem to tear her attention away from the fashion. A woman was drenched in a mix of gorgeous silk, another man in a suit so white, her eyes stung . The whole world seemed to be here, dancing on their toes, beaming with excitement at the rumors of the Sun Summoner. 

However, something about having a party while Ravka was at war stirred something viciously in her gut. Why have Alina and the others play tricks when really they could all be figuring out how to destroy the Shadow Fold? She knew the General and Ivan agreed with her, but the king? About oblivious as ever to the jaws of death that's clutching Ravka’s throat.  But with the war raging on, she loved her country nonetheless and would happily protect her people. In the process, hopefully acquiring a sneaky glass of Kvas when her shift finishes.  

A cool voice trailed from the shadows behind her, “Deep in thought?”

The Darkling stepped into the light, his eyes seemed blacker than usual, as if deep water swirled in them, a mysterious and alluring edge- she found it oddly comforting. 

“Moi Soverenyi,” she bowed, her blonde waves falling into place infront of her shoulder. 

His mouth flickered into a smile they only ever seemed to share, “shall we?” 

She nodded once, before striding along with him, Ivan then joining from further down the hall. He angled his head at the Darkling before joining Adelines side. 

She hit his shoulder, her voice barely a whisper, “One you’re late, two, why are you so happy?” 

Both guards walked a few paces back from the General, but she couldn’t ignore the sheer amount of power radiating off them as they stormed the hallways. 

“I’ll see Fedyor!”

She rolled her eyes, a nice calmness in her mind, “I’ll cover first, if you want to see him at the Fete?”

Ivan’s face lit up, and he nudged her gently, “I owe you,” 

“You can pay me back in Kvas,”

“Deal.” 

“Let's stay focused please,” The Darkling's voice held a slight bitterness causing both soldiers to straighten.The General curved his lips as he shared a look between them both

And finally they reached the main doors to the great hall.  

“This night is an opportunity to show off our Sun Summoner,” he began, “but it is also a night to show off Ravka’s power, ” he straightened his Kefta’s cuffs, the voices of people singing and dancing drifting playfully from behind the door. He turned back to them, “I need you both to keep a lookout for any… unwelcoming behaviour,”

It was about time something interesting other than the Sun Summoner happened in the palace walls Adeline thought. 

After a moment, the General signaled to them to push the doors open. A silence choked the room as the whole of the great hall stared at them. Adeline only studied their faces in return, before being drawn to the building's interior. Gold flaked across the walls, spreading like vines, something obviously new and Fabrikator made. She caught Fedyors gaze in a crowd of heads, smiling widely at Addy. She gave a brief smile back before ushering Ivan off to Fedyor, leaving just her and The Darkling. As they walked through the crowd, she noticed his ashy scent, as if fire twirled and danced before him. In some ways his darkness could be similar?

The man seemed to have acknowledged her stare, “Have you improved on your punches, Adeline?”

“I uh, yes?” 

That was a strange question to ask somebody at a party but well… The Darkling is indeed a man of business. The thought reminded her of a Ketterdam Criminal. If only she could remember the bastard's name. 

“You don’t sound very convincing.”

She chuckled quietly to herself, “Well… It's a long process.”

He turned to her, analysing her like some sort of puzzle, “It is important to me that all Grisha learn the works of both the small science and standard combat,” he turned his gaze back to the people dancing as they reached the edge of the hall, “You and Ivan being my favoured Heartrenders, need to do the same.”

She felt like a scolded child, she could very well stop a man's heart with the flick of her wrist, why learn to punch too?

“Of course,”

He nodded slowly in agreement, before leaning down, his breath warm on her ear, “It's time for the main event,”

She clenched her jaw, trying to dismiss the growth of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. 

You’re his guard, be professional.  

A wash of darkness flooded the room, covering every crevice and leaving an eerie presence in return. The public murmured nervously to each other as they awaited the demonstration. Adeline squared her shoulders, feeling the atmosphere of pure exhilaration and authority as she stood with the very man that could play with shadows.

 From the other side of the hall, a ball of light captured the dark, turning it inside out until only streaks of black remained. The whole crowd gasped and Adeline couldn’t help but gasp too. The Darkling raised his chin higher, a smirk painted across his face as he watched Alina play with her light. The light had now cascaded over the room, leaving everyone in a beautiful golden glimmer as they peered up at the girl, ready to bow down at any moment. 

But something was wrong. A single heartbeat faltered, and then increased. Her eyes immediately darted to the crowd just as a figure shifted from the shadows, knife glinting in Alina’s light. The man was quick, launching the knife to the Darkling, but Adeline was quicker, using all her weight as she pushed into him. The Black General stumbled to the ground, a calm sort of fury flushed his face that even made Addy shiver. 

The crowd had formed into a circle with the Fjerdan man, Black General and Adeline in the middle. 

The Darkling rose from the ground, adjusting his cuffs while summoning shadows to waver behind him. Adeline was focused on the man, her hand squeezing something invisible. He wobbled to the ground, blood oozing from his nose. 

“We need him alive, Adeline.” The Darkling said carefully as he observed the scene in front of him. How tightly she held her power over the Fjerdan, the cruel look poisoning her eye.

“Would you rather I punched him?” 

“I would rather you let him live to be questioned,”

She brought her hands back to her sides as Ivan ran through the wall of people into the circle’s center.

The General only nodded in his direction, “Take the Fjerdan to the cells, do not talk to him until I arrive, understood?”

 “Yes, Moi Soverenyi '' Ivan said, sending a cold glare to the Fjerdan before yanking him to his feet and taking him away. The Fjerdan could barely walk, clutching his chest, breathes escaping heavily. , 

The Darkling’s voice slithered through the whole space, “As for the rest of you, the Fete is over,”

The crowd didn’t move, stuck reliving the same few moments. The rattle of a knife being unsheathed, the groans of the Fjerdan as he fell to the ground helpless to the unseeable hands squeezing his heart.

“LEAVE!” The Darkling shouted, causing the people to spill out of the hall in a scramble of bodies. 

Adeline was heading towards the door just as a shadow blocked her. Her throat suddenly becoming dry, she turned around to face the man, “Yes?” 

“You saved me,”

“That is my job,” she actually wanted to hit him on the head but of course, that would probably lead to exile or worse… execution, “Moi Soverenyi.” 

He strided closer to her now, and automatically she took a step back but he grabbed her hand, keeping her from moving any further. His voice was generally at ease, “Thank you, Adeline.” A new sort of hunger in those opal eyes.

She smiled, the peculiar pull towards him, feeling his skin on hers, she tried not to blush. Ivan always joked how they could be a ‘perfect pair’ but really he was always infatuated with the idea of the Sun Summoner and she was his personal soldier. The Darkling is only thanking, not proposing. I don’t even like him. 

“You're welcome-”

“I mean it,”

The General's attention was caught by a loose strand of her hair stuck on her lips and without thinking, he fiddled with it before tucking it behind her ear, his hand lingering by her cheek. She held eye contact with him for the whole time, heart rolling around in her chest. And only when he pulled away, she felt her body relax. 

He seemed to have acknowledged what he’d done, “You may leave,” he said softly. 

Not trusting her own mouth, she bowed before striding to the door, hoping to keep a steady and soldier-like pace. 

“Adeline, there's something you should know” That I’m better than Alina?

Oh shit. 

She whirled around, “yes?”

“Aleksander,”

She frowned, “W-what?” 

The man hesitated, having an internal battle with himself while piecing together the next stages of the game. 

“My name is Aleksander.” 

The air lingered between them, and slowly she lifted her lips to say something more, her stomach forming knotts again, “It's nice to know the real you.”

If only she really did. 

[hannahgoldfish]

Ketterdam Alleys.

Platonic! Kaz Brekker x Reader Platonic! Jesper Fahey x Reader

A/N: This imagine is a little dark so read if you feel comfortable! Requested by @vinyldoves ♥️

Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence, Injury and Brekker being Brekker!

Description: You find yourself in some pretty bad trouble and injured. Luckily for you, some Crows seem to have your back!

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It was getting late. The sun had long dipped beneath the horizon, the moon had risen and stars glistened like diamonds, high up in the sky. Your patrol of fifth harbour was coming to an end and the idea of submerging yourself up into your duvet was coming increasingly more desirable. You smiled at the thought.

Your footsteps echoed against the uneven cobbles of the Ketterdam alley. Normally this alley would be more crowded but no one seemed to be there tonight. Not even the drunk. Something felt different. Something felt wrong. The drum of your heart started to beat slightly quicker, so your grip lingered on the knife that was hidden in your pocket. A small reassurance. Perhaps you should of taken the more lit route to the slat. But no, always up for a little bit of adrenaline. Maybe that was why Kaz saw you had potential. Not afraid to put up a fight.

You shivered slightly, pushing all thoughts out of your head and pulling your long coat closer, surrounding yourself in the warmth. Your breath dancing and crystallising with the air.

A sudden chill crawled up your spine, causing you to tense. A glass bottle ringing as it rolled off of each cobblestone slap slowly, until it reached your boot.

You paused.

“Who’s there?” You shouted, your voice heavy, trying to sound intimidating just like Kaz had taught you. No response.

“Fuck sake.” You muttered. Annoyed that a rolling bottle made your fingers tremble. This is what Ketterdam does to you. Stay here long enough and every single action can be classed as a threat. How pathetic.

Then it all happened fast. Too fast to register what was even happening. The next thing you knew was your head colliding hard to a stone wall. You slumped down to the ground, your vision a mix of strange blurs and a warm liquid trickling down your head.

Two figures joined together from the blurs of your vision like a puzzle. All wearing black, all sharing the same smirk on their lips. And if you squinted hard enough, you could make out a faint outline of a tattoo, a cat curled into a crown on one mans arm. Bloody Dime Lions.

“Evening Fellas.” Your tone sarcastic. “I feel like two on one isn’t very fair of you.” The man laughed, the other stalked closer behind in your peripheral vision. That was the least of your concern, your head was throbbing.

“We were hoping a lost crow such as yourself would fall in our trap.”

“Well, it’s hardly a trap and I didn’t fall in it.”

Both men stared at each other, clearly not amused. And when they turned, their eyes like bitter ice; cold and dangerous. Your heart sank slightly, your stomach becoming a bundle of nerves.

“We are taking you to Pekka Rollins.” That one name made your blood boil and your heartbeat quicken. You needed to get out of this situation. “Oh I don’t think so.” You said, pulling yourself back up. Ignoring the spinning bodies. But a boot was met with your stomach and you tumbled back to the familiar ground. You grunted, your breath flowing unevenly. Saints that hurt.

“Pick her up.” The black haired man said to the other, the newly lit cigar lit up his face, revealing a long scar running across his cheek. He gave a short nod before striding to you.

Immediately, you scrambled for the knife in your pocket. The man yanked on your coat, hoisting you to your feet. His grip tight and your knife slid out of your grasp, clattering to the floor.

“Excuse me gentlemen.” A familiar voice said. “But I think that is highly illegal.” Your eyes darted to his face, his curly black hair stopped just above his eye and a smirk tugged across his face. A twist of his pistols. “But yet again, so is this.” He pulled the trigger. And the man holding you staggered, falling to the floor. His eyes glassy. Dots of blood on his face. The other man stood stunned. “Hello there.” Said a gravelly voice and immediately you could tell who it was. The man turned but was greeted with a crow head cane. He yelped before hitting the ground like a sack of bricks. You couldn’t help but smile slightly.“What an entrance!” Jesper clapped to himself. “Well done boss, gruesome as always.” Kaz just frowned, his head turning to you. “Can you stand?”

“Well… perhaps.” You said as Jesper helped you up, letting you lean on him for support. “Thank you guys.” Jespers smile beamed. “Of course, love.”

“Crows protect their own.” Said Kaz, wiping the head of his cane with a bit of cloth. “Now, let’s get back to the slat.”

You nodded, trying to send your smile to Kaz, however he just dismissed it and began marching in front, alerting all of Ketterdam with his presence. People’s eyes lifted to the sound of his cane thumping against the ground but soon darted away. Some people even hid in the shadows, hoping that the dark would make them invisible and the Bastard of the Barrel wouldn’t come for them. You are convinced that Kaz was enjoying this moment. The mans damn ego.

And as for you and Jesper, well, you both stumbled behind. Jesper waving to a few passers by -what an idiot. You sighed, happy that the slat would soon be in view and you could be back in your bed.

“Y/n, can you explain to me exactly why you were walking back to the slat in one of the most dangerous alleyways in Ketterdam?” His voice flat, you found yourself go quiet, unsure of what to say.

“Well… why were you in one of the most dangerous alleys in Ketterdam?” You shot back hoping to not sounds like a fool. Kaz stiffened slightly, meeting your gaze before turning back and striding a faster pace. “Ouch.” Said Jesper. You whacked his arm.

“You know, he went out looking for you.” Jesper smiled. “He was worried about you.” Your brows furrowed. “Worried?” Dirtyhands being anxious was definitely new. “So, why were you in a scary alley anyway?”

“It’s a faster route to the slat.” And with that, the sharpshooter let out a chuckle.

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Nikolai x Reader and platonic! Kaz x Reader

A/N Hello People, this is my first short imagine (304 words) so please don’t judge too harshly! Any requests, feel free to send a message! Enjoy! Requested by @vinyldoves

Description: After an exhausting day helping Kaz deal with his Ketterdam enemies, you decide to have a shower while listening to breakup songs. Nikolai hears and gets a little bit worried however, Kaz seems to be amused.

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Taylor Swift was on, a Fjerdan goddess. Although she was Fjerdan, (and most terrifying people are Fjerdan) you were happy to be listening to her songs. They tended to blend in lovely with the warm water of the shower, coating you in a feeling of relaxation and ease. Slowly, you lifted your head up, allowing the water to run down your face and soak into your hair. For now you were in a mini paradise -just you and the music. Wonderful.

However just beyond the door stood your friend the Bastard of the Barrel Kaz Brekker and Nikolai Lantsov, your blonde husband (and king).

“It sounds like some dying cats over here.” Kaz said to Nikolai, pointing his cane at the bathroom door.

“Yes, she has many talents, but singing like an angel isn’t one of them.” Nikolai says a sarcastic tone on his lips.

“RUDE!” You shouted from the shower. Both men seemed to have gone silent. Either Kaz scheming or Nikolai Lantsov dead, that man is never quiet.

“SORRY DARLING.” Nikolai yelled back, hoping she could here him through Swift now blaring even louder than previously.

“Wait-“ Nikolai pauses. “Honey, why are you listening to sad songs?” Nikolai presses himself to the door. “DID I UPSET YOU?”

“YOU WILL IF YOU DON’T LEAVE ME TO SHOWER.”

“WHA- LOOK WHAT DID I DO!” His tone turned sheepish and desperate.

Kaz stands, lurking in the shadows beside him, a smirk plastered on his face.

“You know, back in the slat, she tends to do this a lot.”

Nikolai turns his head abruptly . “What?!” He pauses. “Did I do something wrong.”

“Most likely, Lantsov. Every man will do something wrong.”

And with that Nikolai turns back to the door, banging on it, “DARLING WHAT HAPPENED.”

You frowned, peace disrupted once again by your dramatic husband. And with that, Brekker stalked back towards the stairs, a wide grin spread across his face.