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Being alone at the cottage is not unnerving, just… unfamiliar.
At least, that’s what Johnny tells himself.
And it’s what he repeats to himself as while he continues to stare out the window, polishing off the last of his whisky, his eyes catch strange movement deeper into the forest. Something shrouded in shadow, moving in a way that’s far too slow to be any of the prey animals that are most common in the woods.
Something that doesn’t even catch the light of the moon.
Something big.
OR: When Johnny moves out to the coast to fix up his grandmother's old cottage to sell, he isn't expecting to fall in love with the place—or the mysterious, fluffy guardian of the surrounding forest.
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it's bloody and raw (but i swear it is sweet) by thejanuscript
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
19 Sep 2024
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“Well, lucky you,” Johnny says, finally leaning back after a thorough inspection. “Whoever you pissed off missed all your organs. You’re gonna be fine, just out for a few days to recover.”
Ghost’s irritation is palpable. “I’ve got a job to finish.”
Johnny snorts a laugh. “Not with that fuckin' hole in you."
The glare Ghost sends his way would, in any other situation, send a grown man running down the block in fear.
Johnny doesn’t even blink. He doesn’t shrink back, doesn’t avert his eyes. The corners of his lips twitch upwards in half of a smirk, and he stares right back.
Ghost may be infamous in the Underworld—enough so that Johnny has even seen his name countless times in patient charts—but this is Johnny’s ward now.
Ghost isn’t scary. Not on hospital premises, and definitely not to Johnny.
OR: Being the resident emergency doctor for the criminal underworld isn’t the easiest job in the world — especially not when Ghost, the Underworld's most prized mercenary, is constantly getting himself shot.
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alone at the edge of a universe (humming a tune) by thejanuscript
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
19 Dec 2023
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“She’s dead, Scar.”
Is she?
“You won.”
Has he, really?
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Pearl’s body has been removed from the arena already, gone in a lightning strike. Scar is alone with the shaking of his limbs and the jitteriness of his heart.
There’s commotion around him, muffled by the layer between the overworld and the void. Congratulations, laughter, and rowdy chatter from his friends. The people he killed. The people he watched die.
But Scar has won. He should be rejoicing—celebrating. He’s a victor for the first time ever.
And yet, above everything else, he is alone.