#partners in crime prompts

[youneedsomeprompts]

20 partners in crime prompts

requested by: anonymous

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Platonic:

#1 - always looking out for the other's safety

#2 - anticpiating the other's next words and moves

#3 - finishing each other's sentences

#4 - calling the other out on their shit

#5 - getting aggravated whenever the other does something slightly different from their plan

#6 - to outsiders, it looks like they don't along at all

#7 - knowing the other's weaknesses better than their own

#8 - picking on the other for their defeats

#9 - spurring each other on to better performance

#10 - having each others' backs unconditionally

Romantic:

#11 - yelling at them because they thought they'd lose them

#12 - romance getting in the way of their missions

#13 - showing off their skills to impress the other

#14 - getting turned on when they see the other succeeding

#15 - kisses in the 'workplace'

#16 - using their affiliation to get further in their mission

#17 - denying their relationship strongly

#18 - falling asleep in each other's arms after a stressful mission

#19 - vowing to protect the other from all harm

#20 - being inspired to master every challenge because their love makes them strong

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[bookished]

( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 🩵 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips. tag me when you use any!

'Only a few more seconds left before he gets here.'

This was it. The big mission.

It was always the prettiest things that had the ability to kill you.

Forget the benefits. Forget the money. The feeling alone was enough.

It was a disgusting sight.

"You actually came."

"How about a little show?"

Clothes were scattered across the wooden floor, multiple bottles of alcohol surrounded the setting.

Boxes, and boxes of case files laid out along with pictures too extent and extreme for the human eye could even process.

“Why isn't anything connecting...”

To understand the “artist” you must study the “art”.

Question after question days after days.

As it haunted her dreams and burned its image on the backs of her eyelids...

“The devil is in this place.” people would whisper.

“If only you could have known how much faith I had in you, it’s pathetic, really.”

“I trusted you-“

“You were family, I cared for you!”

“If I was so much to you, maybe you should choose family better. That’s the difference between you and me, I KNOW I’m not the hero but I far from the villain.”

"You didn't hesitate to break my heart, betray me, pretend to care as you spied on my castle's every move! You shouldn't hesitate to drive your blade into what once was my loving heart, either! You didn't love me, so feel free to hate me just as dearly as I do you."

"A fight, huh? How about I give you a war, baby?"

"A war of betrayals, fuelled by hate, a hate only nemesis would entertain towards one another, sounds better to me."

Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate.

The prince whose blood runs with the enemy.

Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception.

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[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny, dating one of the batfam:

Bat: *sighs dramatically while looking out the window* if only my boyfriend loved me

Danny, confused as they just had a conversation about who Danny’s favorite Gotham hero was: ??? I love you 🥺

Bat: *glances back at Danny* uggghhhhhhh if only my boyfriend loved me… 😪

#the bat partner is not favorite hero #Danny passionately tells batfriend how *insert batfam member* is the best bat hero because blah blah #meanwhile batlover is trying to convince Danny that perhaps this hero is better because yes???? #but no #Danny point out flaws in batpal crime fighting style #batfiance is sad now #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny phantom #dcxdp #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #batfam #dc x dp prompt #words to describe a gender neutral bat-boyfriend/girlfriend is interesting 🤔

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 14

Tim was the best thing to ever happen to Danny.

He didn't mean that just because how much of a sappy romantic he was to Tim, but because he literally saved him from his own mind.

Danny was never going to leave Amity Park so long as the portal was open.

The portal would always remain open between his parents practically treating it like thier third child and thier ability to simply make another if anything would have happened to that one. Not to mention the super creep named Vlad.

So Danny would have stayed in Amity forever, cleaning up after his parents and being miserable.

Or ya know. Until they managed to kill him.

But then Tim came into his life and fixed everything. He befriended Danny over nightime rooftop rendezvous and groaning at his dumb (read awesome) puns.

As they got closer Sam and Tucker seemed to get both anxious and angry. Were they jealous? What right did they have after the Gregor incident?! Its true that they'd both been to busy to hand out with Danny for the past few weeks, leaving Danny with only Tim to turn to for company.

Tim pointed out that they may feel threatened knowing someone else knows his secret and Danny couldn't help but agree.

Tim pointed out that Danny was going to be stuck here cleaning up after his parent the rest of his life if he didn't find a way to stop the portal. Danny had nearly broke down at that and admitted he didn't know what else to do, so Tim devised a plan with that big beautiful brain of his.

They created a machine that ran on ectoplasm and magic that could wipe information from both technology and the human brain. They could remove all traces of ghosts ever existing in this town and erase 20 years of knowledge and research from Vlad and the Fentons minds, but it would come at a cost as magic usually does.

They would have to forget Danny existed as well. Tim offered that they could run away together.

Danny decided that was okay. The only person he had left in this town who had cared about him was Jazz and she was better off without him there to get her hurt.

Tim also had a plan to strip Vlad of his powers as well as his knowledge, and Danny was looking forward to not having to deal with him anymore

It was the day after everything went down, Tim was driving the GAV while Danny flew in the Ops Centers Jet form. They had made sure to swipe everything they could from the labs as well as everything the thought they needed to travel to Tims home dimension.

Danny had promised to help Tim uncover the secrets of his past and who he really was and to do that they essentially planned to travel around the Earth being wandering criminals.

Between Tims intellect and Dannys powers they were undefeated and unnoticed. They stole whatever they wanted and did whatever they pleased, making sure no one had to get hurt unless there was no other options.

Of course they stole cash from bank vaults as well as whatever else was in there. They couldn't stop Phantom from entering since anti-meta tech didn't affect him and couldnt track Phantom due to him being whatever he was plus the collar Tim had helped Danny design that covered up his ecto-signature.

They lived like this for over a year, breaking in to abandoned places, having waterfights in large city waterfountains (and running when they heard police sirens), tagging some of the places they'd hit when they wanted to leave a message, long romantic walks at night, lots of laughter, going on dates to restaurants (they never dine & dash. Some places make the wait staff pay which is bull and they might want to return to that establishment at some point), that one time they stole a $900 wedding cake from a homophobic bakery owner, lots of Fake out-Make outs to avoid getting sent to jail, ect.

They were having the time of thier lives up until they stopped in a little 24 hour diner in Bludhaven. They were doing what they usually do, flirting and laughing until the waiter takes thier order, when a guy approached thier table. Tim and Danny exchanged worried looks before the guy held up his hands in mock surrender, "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise, I'm Dick Grayson." The man held out his hand to Tim, who hesitated before shaking it, "Tim," he answered honestly.

Danny nudged him with his foot under the table.

The man smiled wide, "Like Tim Drake?"

Tim and Danny looked confused, "Like who?" Danny asked and Dicks smile faltered

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #tim drake #clone tim drake #criminal tim drake #technically #criminal danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #batman #red robin #partners in crime #clone tim has no memories from before waking up in a vat or glowing green water and doesnt know hes a clone #clone tim was super angry when he saw how poorly danny was treated by the people he loved and vowed to free him #they ran away together #danny is mentally planning thier wedding #dock is trying to figure out the situation #the bats think either danny is some kind of demon manipulating clone tim or that clone tim is evil and manipulating danny for his powers #i was planning for the plan with vlad to go wrong and them having to kill vlad. they talk about it in a room the bats had bugged and they #fight about it cause they both want themselves to take the blame if anyone in this dimension finds out so the other can escape #the bats rethink the manipulation angle and consider that this might genuinely be two teenagers being runaways and just acting out #*tim* is supposed to be a clone in this but its also good if this is Tim drake who lost his memories and ended up in another dimension #just for his friends and families responce to him turning to crime

[corvase]

platonic partners in crime

feel free to use:)

“i give you ten minutes until you realize i’m literally right.” “i give you two until you stop talking.” “…….. alright.”

“i am just so fond of you.” “i am quite great, aren’t i?” “never mind.”

i just <3333 when they’re verrrry diff ages as well! like a stern elderly woman and a twenty something who get along well

“i failed the test.” “same…” “TWINNN!!?!?”

being apart and thinking of them everywhere

^ like that cute doll reminds me of them, and this food reminds me of them

that late night call just cause they’re bored

one character is literally insane and does the most random and unserious things and the other is just like yeah haha normal day around these parts

“you are the bane of my existence.” “and you love me still.” “….. and i love you still.”

the vows if one of them gets married, and them just both sobbing

^^ also when they’re best friends with their best friends s/o as well… let’s let the “they can’t be just friends trope” go!

being best friends with their best friend’s children… bonus if the child refers to them as “aunty/uncle name”

#platonic prompts #platonic partners in crime #writeblr #writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #fanfic prompts

[kyuhu]

unusual travel companions

it's been ages since I drew an AU but eeweek is always such a great opportunity to go for one! ;v; I'm so glad I managed to make it for the final day!

#apheeweek #hws estonia #hws poland #estpol #aph estonia #aph poland #they're partners in crime #selling fake watches to unknowing people or something cliché like that haha #wah I had so much fun with this #smoking tw #ah I should add this is intended for the opposites prompt haha

[writingpromptsworld]

Prompt #30

The villain groans as the hero puts some ointment on to the wound that currently sits on his forehead. A hiss follows closely. The hero grins. "You shouldn't have been so cocky, earlier. This is the result of it."

"I was only trying to save you, okay?!" The villain cried, his open injury hurting even more. He cursed. His head throbbed with pain. He had no clue why such a small thing could cause so much distress. The hero dabbed more of the liquid, before taking a band-aid and putting it on the spot.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. You saved me but got injured yourself." The hero muttered, placing the small box of first-aid back on the table that sat in front of them.

"If only you didn't shove yourself in that bastard's face, I would have stayed calm." The villain said back, sitting up from the bed. His face showed a hint of irritation. and, he scoffed.

"I didn't shove myself in that bastard's face, he shoved himself in my face. And anyway, it wasn't that serious. I could have taken him down with one hit." The hero remarked, appearing quite proud of himself.

"Okay. Okay. Enough of that dead man. Let's have dinner, yeah? I'm starving, darling." The villain replied, placing a small kiss on the hero's cheek, and standing up. The hero followed, as he back-hugged the villain and kissed his exposed neck.

❌Credit me if use this ❌

#writersworld #writing #writing prompt #hero x villain #hero and villain #story prompt #story inspiration #writing ideas #villain and hero #fluff prompts #fluff #partners in crime #hero prompt #villain prompt #fluff because the last post was too much angst.

[noctisvixen]

The Earth

//Secret Life Spoilers\\

Warnings: Minor character death

Summary:

The Watchers always favored Scar; it was why they made him a Witness to begin with. To toy with him in a way that they couldn’t with the other players. To pick and choose between his locked away memories and give them to him in pieces in each new life. He wasn’t a winner or a Watcher, so he only received fragments that he would have to piece together. Then he would forget, and the cycle repeats itself with each new game.

But now he’s won Secret Life.

“Pearl, I’m coming for you!” Scar yelled as he ran to the edge of the small ravine. He hadn’t heard the fading thunder or saw the flash of lightning; his crimson gaze was too focused on killing his final target.  “I’m coming for you!” He yelled again when she didn’t respond. He swapped out his bow for his diamond sword, the once brilliant blue now stained red.

He leapt down into the ravine, swinging his head around as he searched for the brunette. “Where'd you go?!” He called, the grip on his sword tightening. Had she ran? After everything that had happened?! No, even with the faded memories of former lives, Scar knew Pearl. She wouldn’t have run. She was here and he was going to kill her, finally cure the itch in his hands by covering them in the final survivor’s blood. “Where'd you go?!” He called again, this time frustration dripping into his tone.

He wanted to end this now. He wanted his sword tearing into her. He wanted to see one more body bleeding out from his hand, to finally be the villain They wanted him to-

“She’s dead,” A voice- an all so familiar voice- echoed behind him. He spun around, sword at the ready as bloodied sand and awful screams before abrupt silence flooded his senses. He was ready to strike, to fulfill that want for more death. But the want left him, as if an ocean’s tide swept over him and left him on the shore, alive.

Grian smiled softly at him, as if sensing the tension leaving the other man. The avian looked different as a ghost, his wings white as a canvas and waiting to be painted to something new again. His brown eyes were a deep shaded purple, somehow lacking and still holding warmth at the same time. He wasn’t just a ghost, Scar remembered. He was one of Them. But good. Loving and kind, in his own ways.

“Scar...” He breathed, a gentle look of joy and pride dancing in his eyes. “You won.”

Scar stared at him, dumbfounded. It took him a moment to even register the words that left Grian’s mouth. “Oh.” He breathed before looking around. This wasn’t what he was expecting. Wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of feeling of victory? Of grief?

Why did Scar feel nothing?

“Really?” He asked, looking back at the Watcher in front of him. Grian said nothing, but his smile faded, especially when the sword in Scar’s hand fell from his grasp. He brought his hand to his forehead, his fingers brushing against his hair. “Oh my God.” He said. Then he cracked a smile, the only thing seeming appropriate even with the empty feeling in his chest. “How did that happen?” He moved his hand from his head to motion it to Grian. He tried to ignore how it was trembling. How Grian’s gaze flicked to it and then back to him, frowning and eyes showing concern. He tried to ignore it.

“How’d the guy with no friends win?” He asked, his smile broadening and a little snicker leaving his lips. “How did-” His laughter interrupted him. “H-how did the guy w-with no fri-friends win?” He laughed more, letting it echo off the walls. It really was ridiculous- How did he win with the odds so stacked against him? The whole server hated him, for his tasks and who he was. They wanted him dead because of it.

His eyes burned. His laughter stuttered, changing into something broken and rough. His breathing hitched, turning uneven and jagged. Something like a sob broke out from his mouth and his cheeks grew damp, tears flowing along them and falling to the ground. He gripped at himself in a makeshift hug, as if he could pull this horrible feeling out of him and feel victory or guilt. Anything but this.

But, void, he wasn’t feeling emptiness. He was feeling hate. His friends’ hate towards him. His hate towards himself and his actions. He had won, but at what cost? He killed Pearl, the only teammate he was truly able to get out of this mess. She had given the one thing he had wanted the whole game, and he killed her! She’ll never want to see him again, not after a betrayal like this.

His sobs wracked his body, his knees almost ready to give out until a set of arms wrapped around him and a small body pressed against his. Instinctively, his arms shifted and latched onto the person, just as he felt wings wrap around him and shield him from the world.

“It's okay.” Grian whispered by his ear, letting Scar hunch into him and sob. The wings around him pulled tighter while the avian’s arms held him as if he was fragile and precious. “We don’t hate you. We don’t blame you.” His voice remained soft, but firm.

“Y-you should.” Scar argued weakly. He didn’t deserve to be forgiven.

“We don’t.” Grian repeated, firmer this time. “These games make us do things that are hard to forgive, Scar. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be forgiven.” As he spoke, he pulled away and met Scar’s gaze. His eyes revealed understanding at a level that Scar couldn’t comprehend. But deep down he knew that he would soon.

“I’m tired.” Scar settles on saying instead of what he should be asking. It isn’t a lie though. He was tired. He’s been tired for a long time during this game. This is just the first time since this game started that he felt safe enough to let the exhaustion flood his body. The crying probably didn’t help either, even if it left him feeling a bit lighter than before.

Grian gave him an understanding smile. “That's okay.” The avian said, bringing a hand to Scar’s cheek. The newest winner leaned into his hand, closing his eyes and just enjoying the warmth that Grian’s skin produced. He hadn’t even noticed it before and when he opened his eyes to ask, Grian was no longer a ghost or Watcher. He was standing in front of him, his wings the wonderful design of Scarlet Macaws, the only kind of wings he ever saw on him in Hermitcraft. He saw gentle brown eyes and an even gentler smile. “Let’s go home then.” His voice was full of warmth and Scar couldn’t help himself.

A genuine smile graced his lips and he brought a hand up to hold Grian’s. “Let’s go home.” He whispered. The world around them was fading to white as the wind picked up around them, but Scar couldn’t find himself to care. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Grian pull him into another embrace.

He had won Secret Life, but his real victory was this. Finally being able to let his guard down. Finally getting to go home and rest.

And, after everything, finally being held in the arms of someone who loves him.

#vixwrites #(<- tag for my stories/writing prompts) #secret life smp #Witness AU #(debating if this counts as Traffic Paws or not; but for organization sake) #traffic paws #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #grian #angst with a happy ending #fanfic #honest to god- everyone has been doing angst for this man's ending #I love it but let's have some fluff and Grian rescuing his partner in crime #can be read as platonic or romantic #whatever you fancy- but the au itself has hermitshipping/trafficshipping #so keep that in mind if you decide to stick around

[lana7779]

@blackbutlerfanweek/ Day 2: Partnership/ Fanart of Ciel ans Lizzie

*not a ship

#blackbutlerweek #black butler #black butler fanart #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji fanart #ciel phantomhive #lizzie midford #elizabeth midford #drawing prompt #partnership #digital art #my art #book of atlantic #partners in crime #little badasses

[orkbutch]

Hmmmmmmm .... Astarion drinking Shadowheart's blood scene ..........................................

#pretty hot ................... feel like SH would simultaneously love and hate it #they're my only het ship. thats how good this game is. its prompted me to ship het with no outside influence. truly impressive stuff #very good “inpenetrable bisexual partners in crime” energy

[littlestarprincess]

I find it really fascinating how pro-censorship AI is.

#i've fucked around with generating affirmations and stuff in chat gpt and it's absolutely wild to me how it will freak out if i request like #'affirmations for a partner who looks like such and such character' because it objects to the idea of looks being important to someone #regarding their partner and then i've also like . . . asked it to generate prompts for certain genres of dark romance and had it tell me #'but these things are wrong ): do you want to focus on healthy things instead?' like no i want to process how fucked up our societies views #on romance are #most recently i tried generating affirmations to create a mafia romance type subliminal and chat gpt was like 'OK BUT CRIME IS WRONG' and #made a point of including acknowledgment of following laws in like every prompt #it's wild for tech that will also happily violate random people's bodily autonomy and create propaganda #also added context for the 'partner that looks like a specific fictional character' subliminals #i explicitly wanted to create them for the purpose of having safe subliminals for rebounding from an unsafe situation so like. . . the #specific visuals were absolutely super important to that process but CHATGPT WAS NOT HAVING IT HOW DARE

[effervescentdragon]

Pierre/charles werewolf/vampire/any mythological creatures au

( @mssr-monagato 🐶)

"I'll wait," Charles says, and Pierre wants to tell him No, don't and Please, I don't want you to see this and I don't want you here and I don't want to live in a world where you look at me in disgust, but he'd said all of this already, and yet Charles was still here. So he just nods, and starts taking his clothes off, battling his own self-consciousness in a way he never did before.

Charles doesn't look away, because of course he doesn't. He never shied away from Pierre or his rage or his volatile emotions, not even when Pierre first got bitten and didn't know what was happening, before Seb came to tell him what he was now and explain, and Pierre knows Charles isn't about to start shying away now.

"Stand there, and don't get to close," he says quietly, and Charles nods. "And if I attack you, taze me-"

"You won't," Charles interrupts with a smile, amd steps closer. "You won't," he whispers against Pierre's lips, kissing him shortly, moving away before Pierre can even think to reciprocate. "I trust you."

That makes one of us, Pierre thinks, but doesn't say. Charles moves away, and Pierre kneels down. He raises his eyes to where the full moon is just coming out from behind the clouds.

Pierre takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes, and lets the Wolf take over.

#im thinking hes a huge white wolf and charles is all in love with him when he bounces over to charles and starts wiggling his tail #and the transformation is like. disgusting but fascinating to charles #think that scene from hemlock grove #and pierre is all oooh im a monster and charles is like.you literally cuddled me in your wolf form. you licked my face. the fuck you on abt #piarles #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #f1 rpf #partner in (occasional) crime <3 #short prompts (hopeful)

[allalrightagain]

Oh god we’re approaching the end of the month again and I have a collection of half-finished Pocket Dad drafts and no motivation. Vote or send prompts please?

Prompts accepted (with my discretion)—

An emotion Peter (or potentially another character) might feel at some point

A canon event sometime before the end of Year 3

Something already mentioned or implied in Pocket Dad so far

#i don’t know if we’re ready for the hospital visiting hours tbh #there’s also a Remus in POA short I keep trying to write but it doesn’t have any *substance* iykwim #it’s just him noncommittally naval gazing for 200 words before I run out of steam #and yet I’ve written it half a dozen times #also the emotion prompt doesn’t have to be like ‘anger’ or whatever #gimme complicated descriptive emotions like ‘realizing your partner in crime has a new situationship’ #or ‘realizing you’re getting older by virtue of buying age appropriate gifts for your friends’ kids’ #LT talks #peter pettigrew #pocket dad #pocket dad polls

[rockingrobin69]

Let’s make Father mad

“Stop touching your ear so much,” Draco rolled his eyes, pulling Harry’s collar just a tad too roughly. “If you need to speak to me, just press the pen I gave you. Oh, for crying out—” he swatted Harry’s hand away with a hiss. “Are you even listening, Potter?”

“Ouch! Yes, you lunatic,” Harry rubbed his sore ear. “Don’t touch the mic. Press the pen to talk. We’ve been over this three million times.”

“And still you seem to need a reminder,” Draco snapped. When he came closer, Harry raised an apprehensive hand, which was also swatted away. “Your tie. Let me—"

“It’s fine,” Harry sighed. “Baby. We’re ready.”

He grabbed Draco by the waist, but the stiff body in his hands did not relax a smidgen. “We only have one chance at this.”

“I know.”

“And you keep forgetting your lines.”

“Hey, I remember. I’m the chief director of—what’s the name of the company, again?”

Draco actually yelped, mouth open in shock. “You can’t—”

“I’m joking,” Harry shook his head, quick, “baby, I’m joking. Of course I know. With a name like Grand Cheddar Ltd., no one’s ever going to forget.”

“Well, you named the stupid thing.”

“Is my life’s dream too much to ask for?” Harry smiled, offering a hand. Draco’s smirk was a good sign. “Just once. Just the one time I want to say, give me the cheddar.”

“It doesn’t even make sense. You already run ‘the cheddar’.”

“Potato, potato,” Harry shrugged. He assessed Draco’s expression for a moment before darting in for a kiss.

“It’s tomatoes, you cretin. None of what you say makes sense.”

“And you love me anyway.”

Draco’s pah! Was deafening, but Harry didn’t let him pull away. “I tolerate you, at best. At least until we have this corporation on its knees. Then…”

“You’ll leave me?” his hands tightened around Draco, who raised an eyebrow frighteningly high.

“Yes, Potter. Not a single look back.”

Harry lifted the pale hand in his and ran a finger over the smooth golden ring. “You know there’s no where you could go without—”

“You’re such an idiot,” Draco whispered, but it was gentle. “I can’t believe I chose such a gigantic dunce for a partner.”

“Shut up,” Harry said, only a bit urgently. “You wouldn’t be able to do it with anyone else.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Draco rolled his eyes, but then gave the tip of Harry’s nose a kiss. “You’re the only one for me, Potter. Even if you do make the cheesiest puns, and have no future as a con artist.”

“You say the nicest things.”

Draco laughed, soft and rare, and pressed his lips to Harry’s for a warm, glorious second. “Now come on. We have Malfoy Holdings Ltd. to take down.”

Harry nodded against his face, eyes closed. “What’s my line again?”

“I’ll bloody kill you, Potter.”

“Right, got it. Good luck, baby.” Harry turned around without looking, but he could swear his husband was smiling.

For my wonderful @getawayfox who asked for ‘partners in crime’ + ’cheese’, 500 words. By the way, you can prompt me too!      

#drarry #fic #prompt #partners in crime #husbands in crime #RockingRobin69 #500 words #'But do you have to smell like cheese too??'

[sage-nebula]

Something I've been thinking about for a few days is how, on Gregg's path, what he says to Mae after he saves her from Eide in the last part of the game suggests that he thought she went off to die or be killed in the woods, like he just averted a willing sacrifice / suicide attempt.

"Dude. Dude. You don't get to do this, okay. I don't get everything that's going on with you, and I'm not saying it's not happening. I believe you, okay? I do. But you don't get to die on me. You are not gonna do that to me, okay? [. . .] I am not gonna lose you. Okay? You can't make me lose you. Would you let me go like this? [. . .] And if we keep talking like this I'm gonna cry, and—"

He straight up tells Mae that she doesn't get to die on him, she doesn't get to make him lose her, "would you let me go like this." He clearly thought she went into the woods to die, and honestly . . . he's not entirely wrong. Mostly she went there to get answers, but if dying was what it took to get everything to stop and protect her friends, she was willing to do it. Mae was in a really bad headspace at that point in the game.

But I bring it up because while he successfully saves Mae, it's shortly after this that he learns that Casey did die. Casey didn't just skip town, Casey was kidnapped and thrown into a pit to feed an eldritch abomination by a cult of conservative uncles. (Note: said eldritch abomination might not actually exist.) Mae is Gregg's best friend, but Casey was his other best friend. Gregg loses his shit when he finds out what happened to Casey and if not for the fact that the cult had several guns on him and the others, he would have killed them all right then to avenge his friend.

So I'm just thinking about what the rest of that night must have been like for him. After they all escape, after they all get home. He's lying in Angus' arms, thinking about how Casey's dead, and how he came so close to losing Mae, too. That Mae went into the woods to die, that she would have had he not woken up and realized she was gone. That Eide grabbed her leg there at the end, tried to drag her back down to kill her, that Gregg and Bea managed to hang onto her and Angus managed to drop the elevator shaft but that it was so, so close. That Casey is dead and gone forever, and the same was so close to being true about Mae, too.

I imagine he just broke down sobbing and honestly, no one could blame him. Thank everything he has Angus. Thank everything they saved Mae. But I imagine he's in for a storm of down down days for a while, thinking about how close things were to going the other way.

#night in the woods #gregg lee #casey hartley #mae borowski #partners in crimes #suicide cw #for those wondering - you only get the ''i am not gonna lose you. you can't make me lose you. would you let me go like this?'' #dialogue if you choose ''but dude i'' when prompted #if you agree w/ him and say ''ok'' you miss that dialogue

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I'll put in a cut to err on the side of caution. Today's drabble is a touch risque, but not really:

“Aiba, try swinging around that pole,” said Mizuki Kuranushi, suggesting a path forward to head deeper into the somnium of the suspect. What happened next was not what she expected.

Rather than doing what she saw as the logical course of action of picking up said pole and using it like a baseball bat, instead Aiba did a very sensual dance on and around the pole. Even in this dream world, Mizuki could feel her face heating up.

“I will remind you that you should be solving this crime, not flirting with your partner,” Pewter’s voice cutting through the moment.

#Daily Drabble #AI: The Somnium Files #Aiba/Bibi #Femslash February 2024 #Prompt: partners-in-crime