[1135] Fool Eater from Hollow Knight
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Hunter's Journal #31 <Fool Eater>
"Carnivorous plant that snaps at any creature that comes close."
"You really would have to be a fool to be tricked by a plant." - The Hunter
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Chapter 15: This Episode Consumes and Consumes and Consumes Part 2
FNAF Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)
“You can’t hunt this cryptid,” he repeats, voice lowering. “Let’s leave.”
You stare at him, bewildered. The thought comes too late to duck your head and hide your hurt. At least Moon is being honest now; he doesn’t trust you to take care of the scary things. He probably never did.
Word Count: 10,200~
Warnings: Death, gore, decapitation, blood, violence, horror, anxiety, fear, and implied suicidal behavior.
A/N: I had a Time™ editing this one because of a few tricky scenes that took a couple of tries to turn into what I wanted them to be, but it's finally here! Please note the chapter warnings and take care. Enjoy!
You are dealing with your friend being where he shouldn't be, Moon visits with a cryptid, the hunt continues but not without another talk between you and Sun, Lambert grows suspicious of the animatronic, and then all three of you run into another canyon.
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Maybe It Isn't
from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, smoke (525 words)
hmmmm, what to say, what to say. idk i'm proud of the story but not too proud of the writing here. we shall see how it holds up. i basically never write anything even remotely close to canon lol so. anyway CW: death, implied murder
“Avada Kedavra!” he hears. And no, no it can’t be. There were only two Order members fighting him and Bellatrix. The chances that he’s still alive are slim. Regulus pulls off his mask, coughing as the surrounding smoke fills his lungs. He looks around but he can’t see another person anywhere, the air too thick. Then he hears the maniacal laughter. No. No, absolutely not.
Regulus tears off through the smoke, tripping over stones here and there and catching himself. The tripping and the smoke don’t even register to his senses anymore. He’s consumed with sheer terror. As the shrieking laughter grows louder, Regulus sees two figures emerge. One is crumpled on the ground, lifeless. Regulus freezes. If it’s him…
He can’t even bear the thought. His wand falls to the ground and his skin goes white. Then the figure turns around. The laughter cuts off instantly.
“Fuck,” the voice says, looking at Regulus staring at the lifeless body. “Reg, I’m so sorry I-” All the air rushes back into Regulus’ lungs as he recognizes the voice of James Potter talking to him. The body on the ground is Bellatrix. He immediately falls to the ground sobbing. He’s okay. His James is okay. And he just killed his cousin. Regulus could not give less of a fuck about Bellatrix’s death. Not when James is right here.
“Reg, oh my god. She just came at me and-”
“Shut the fuck up, idiot,” Regulus hiccups through his crying. And James shuts his mouth. Regulus pushes himself up to stand, rushing forward and throwing himself into James’ arms. James seems startled at first, but he quickly wraps his arms around Regulus and holds him tight. This is where he was meant to be, how could he ever forget? “You’re alive,” he chokes. James moves his hands to Regulus’ cheeks and pulls his face back so their eyes meet.
“Merlin, I’ve missed you,” he says. The scrutiny of James’ eyes scanning his face makes Regulus squirm, but James doesn’t seem displeased in the slightest by whatever he finds.
“I rather fucked everything up didn’t I?” Regulus asks, looking away. James pulls him right back to look at him.
“It’s never too late, Regulus.”
“It isn’t?” Regulus asks, searching James’ face for the lie, but there is none. And oh, how he missed looking at James’ face. How he missed being here, in his arms, and just being close to him.
“No,” James smiles. He presses a light kiss to Regulus’ forehead. “And I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for a second.” Those simple words reignite the spark in Regulus he thought had died long ago. That of passion, of love, of all the things that made him him before they were stripped away. Maybe James is right. Maybe it isn’t too late.
He takes a chance, and kisses James. And the way James can’t stop smiling into it, and the way he picks Regulus up to twirl him around makes him believe that he still has a chance to make things right.
The smoke still surrounds them, but Regulus can’t even see it in the presence of James’ light.
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