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lumierexfics · 3 months

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I loved what you wrote for Eddie!! I’d love it if you wrote something for Trager with a female reader!

Chat Log Name : I’ll give you very special attention

Chat log description: You have known Richard Trager since his fall from grace.

USERS : Richard Trager, Female! Reader

!! CONTENT WARNINGS : Trager is OOC, Canon-ish behavior of Murkoff. !!

Pre-mount massive Trager

Trager always had his eyes on you even if he was constantly inviting your coworkers to extravagant dinners that you could seemingly only dream of.

Multiple of your coworkers complained to you about feeling exhausted after being invited by Trager or waking up in the car ride home with closed incisions that they seemingly gained during the date but they couldn’t remember how they gained it. He got close, a bit too close for his own liking.

He knew that it wasn’t your fault, it was simply wrong place and wrong time. His eyes that once dissected every single movement and breath that you marked in his memory finally decided to look away. After all, it was just a harmless joke that Murkoff took seriously. He heard your voice trembling; repeating the same words like a broken record about how you didn’t need a voluntary stay in Mount massive but it was disagreed by more higher ups that you did. Nobody enjoys listening to a broken record.

He heard the commotion from his office, seeing how you were almost going to step a foot outside before being held back by guards and falling to your knees due to a dosage being injected and wheeled away in a gurney and restraints.

Mount massive Trager

Trager followed the bloody footsteps, the blood was fresher since it still had the red in the color. It seems to be—he looked back in boiling frustration, scratching his scarred scalp and sucked in a breath and returned to his patient that seemed to scream for his attention. So desperate, so needy for him.

He finished ‘discussing’ with the patient and decided to follow the once fresh footprints that lead him to the elevator lobby where he never expected to see the face of the broken record staring back at him and carrying the body of a rusted bucket filled with a mixture of blood and pieces of skin, fingers, and a scalp. You still wore the uniform that had been given, scars on your forearm from the morphogenetic engine.

He somehow managed to get you a room that was somewhat clean and didn’t have the occasional screaming patient from down the hall. You sat on the mattress with the rusted bucket still on your lap and looking at the cracks in the tile that soon soaked up with your blood from the cuts on your soles.

He couldn’t seem to spill any words to you and he finally got you here with him.

“I remember when you took me on a date.” You smiled. “It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”

“I n—it was,” he replied. “You in that outfit and the candlelights.”

Your eyes looked around the room but the constant screaming of a patient echoed throughout the hall and seeing him pinch his temple before excusing himself to deal with a patient.

Trager grumbled back holding the bottom of a broken alcohol bottle that still had enough for a small amount for two people. One for you and one for him but his somewhat heart dropped seeing the door of the room open. The homemade shears rested in his hand, his eyes scanned the room with the cracked glasses.

Rusted bucket turned over and revealed the inner contents of shards of glass, rocks, and dried leaves. You were nowhere to be found, you must’ve left the room but he knew the insides of his section. He heard your laughter echoing from the other side of the hall, leaving the broken bottle bottom on the cracked floor and running towards your laughter only for it to fade each time he got close to it; every time out of his grasp.

He panted, finally stopping the chase and hearing your laughter fade away down the hall. He walked the way back to the room where he left the broken bottle bottom only to see the contents of the rusted bucket and the bucket itself was gone.

#outlast x reader #the outlast series x reader #outlast Trager x reader #richard trager x reader #Outlast rick trager x reader #dr trager x reader

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anarchy-n-glitter · 2 years

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Nothing to Fear

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Lake County, Colorado

2011

Dr. Catarina Crane takes a coworker home.

(Warnings: This chapter is like, all smut. Also there's some drugging/improper use of the fear toxin during seggsy times so beware of that if that's not your thing)

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Chapter 9

They were in her room, on her bed. She felt nauseous, like she was going to puke at any moment due to her nerves. All in the course of a day, she went from hating him, to sympathizing with him, to wanting him more than anything. Maybe it was her wanting him to get her, to make him understand her love of fear and her fear of love. In the top drawer of her nightstand was a wrap-like container with multiple syringes. Each one was different in intensity and duration.

For that night she’d only want one that lasted a few hours.

The only light came from a red, neon sign outside her window, which sat between the two apartment buildings. It hardly ever bothered Cat, but that night it set the mood more than anything. Her fan whirred loudly, but kept the room cool enough while they went at it. When they got back to her apartment, they wasted no time and went straight to her bedroom. It went according to plan for her. She would have control, and he wouldn’t have enough time to drug her drinks if they weren’t sitting around and talking. She made sure not to touch the rest of her drink at the restaurant when she came back from the bathroom, not wanting to risk giving up control.

She was on top of him now, her dress was on the floor, as were her shoes. His shirt was unbuttoned and his belt was with her dress and their shoes. Her lips were on his, dancing to an almost feverish rhythm that made him question her intentions. She was almost too willing to sleep with him, and that was putting him on edge. Her hands danced along his chest and made their way up to the metal bedpost. She was grabbing something, but he couldn’t see this. It was only when a silk-like fabric was draped over his eyes that he realized what she was doing.

Her hands were wrapped around his wrists, pinning them down with all her weight so he wouldn’t be tempted to take off the blindfold. She needed time, a moment to think for herself, a moment to calm down.

“What’s the deal with this?” He asked, genuinely interested in what she was doing.

“When I get up, don’t move. Keep the blindfold on, I got a surprise.” She whispered in his ear before leaning back. He laid perfectly still, grateful that he wasn’t tied to the bed (yet) cause he was sure she’d leave him there if he was.

Quietly, she slid the drawer open and grabbed the container with both hands, then she went to her wardrobe. She did have something that she wanted to wear, but it was more for her than him. She didn’t want to go under the covers, and she didn’t want her whole lower half exposed, where anyone from the next apartment building could see because her curtains were translucent.

Now she carried a silk lingerie nightgown, and the syringes, and she carried them into the bathroom. She placed the items on the counter and glanced at herself in the mirror. She could hear her heart beating, and it practically felt like it’d break through her chest at any moment. Her lipstick was visibly smeared, but she knew that. If she looked at Trager in the other room she’d see that lovely burgundy shade all over his mouth and neck. Her mascara ran slightly, but she liked how it looked, and she wondered how that would look on the toxins.

She slid her panties down her legs, the lace balled up in her hand as she considered using them to tie him to the bed. Then, she pulled the plum colored dress over her head and inspected how she looked. Her breasts looked much fuller than they normally did in that dress, but that was mostly due to the bra she kept on underneath. In her right hand was a syringe full of her fear toxin, one that would last an hour. It wasn’t like what she promised before - he would be fine by the next day, and at most he’d be a bit scarred from the experience.

She left the bathroom, syringe and underwear in her hands.

He jumped slightly as she climbed back on top of him, though this time her hands quickly made their way to the buttons of his pants, which she undid and pulled down with little resistance from him. In fact, a smirk was on his lips as he waited for her to take the blindfold off. She ignored what he wanted for a moment, instead choosing to sit on his stomach for a moment while she bound his hands together and tied them to the headboard. A breathy laugh escaped from him as he realized what she was doing, though he was anxious about it. He was tied up now, not wearing pants or underwear, she could leave him there and ridicule him if she wanted to, but she wasn’t going to. She leaned closer to his ear, and whispered something to him, it was so quiet he couldn’t really hear her, but he understood when he felt the sharp pinch and warmth spread throughout his neck.

“What the fuck-” He was cut off as she slid down his length, groaning slightly at the sensation. She watched as he tried to move his arms, and gave an open mouthed smile. She was letting out shaky breaths as she moved up and down, enjoying herself for a moment before deciding to take the blindfold off of him.

His brown eyes were wide, but he wasn’t showing any of the signs that the toxin was kicking in. She cupped his cheek, stopping her movement for a moment to explain herself. The act was almost tender, despite what she had done.

“Don’t worry, it won’t last forever.” She panted, rubbing her thumb along his cheek. “I’ve been interested in how this works during intercourse, and you’re the perfect test subject. I can’t do this with the patients at the asylum, and quite frankly I don’t want to. Truth be told, fear gets me hot.” She admitted before grinding down on him again, and there was a shift in his eyes. First, it was confusion, then a brief flash of anger that was quickly overtaken by lust again. He wasn’t fond of the idea of being under the influence of her fear drugs during sex, but he couldn’t help but be completely into her. Only she could do such a fucked up thing and he’d be fine with it.

She could see when the toxin finally set in, mostly because he seemed to be completely out of it as she rode him. He was breathing heavily, holding back screams of fear but also groaning in pleasure. She wasn’t sure what he was seeing, but the look in his eyes was absolutely delicious, and she couldn’t help but go faster.

It felt as if the stars were aligning - no - it felt like stars were colliding, exploding. She never thought she’d find any pleasure in being with him, yet there she was. She leaned down, smashing her lips into his again and shoving her tongue into his mouth. She loved him, as much as she hated to admit it. The hatred she felt for him was merely a defense she had, something to avoid coming to terms with her fears, and she got drunk off of it. Watching him squirm under her, his eyes wide with fear and his arms pulling slightly on his bindings.

She was getting close, and she knew she wouldn’t last longer than a minute. She leaned forward and untied him, and he practically lunged forward. Nerves took over as she realized that the toxins could elicit a violent response, but he didn’t do anything to hurt her. He pulled her close, hugging her to his body and burying his head in the crook of her neck, thrusting into her faster than she anticipated. She threw her head back, finally coming undone as her hands raked down his back, her nails digging into his flesh.

A few more minutes passed before he let out a strained groan, finishing inside her before collapsing back onto the pillows. His eyes, from what she could see, had returned back to normal, and she wondered if he had sweated out the toxins. She didn’t realize that might have been possible, and now she had something new to study.

She climbed off of him, and instead chose to curl up next to him. He was warm, and his skin was damp, which only cemented her opinion further. He definitely flushed the toxin from his system, probably in more ways than just one. It hadn’t been an hour yet, she realized their activities had just barely reached fifty minutes.

“I…” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence. He just stared at the ceiling, as if he was trying to piece his mind back together. She stared up at him, her eyes glossed over with exhaustion.

“That was… something.” He was quiet, quieter than she’d ever heard him before. When they were alone, she found that he was a lot quieter. He was normally a lot more boisterous in public, like he had a point to prove and an act to keep up. She found that she preferred him in private.

“Might even be better than sex on cocaine.” He joked, smiling down at her, but he was shocked to find her seemingly asleep already. He hoped he wasn’t just some experiment for her. For once, he felt something for someone else. It wasn’t like before, where he wasn’t afraid to ruin whatever potential relationship he had in order to sleep with someone. It wasn’t that Cat had changed him, if anything, she sparked something new in him. He had a respect for her, and after what she pulled earlier in the night, that respect grew. She was just as unhinged as he was, and he loved every second of it. He knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about him staying the night, but he didn’t want to leave.

He glanced at the empty syringe on her nightstand, then felt at the small welt on his neck. He couldn’t believe she did that, but in the end he couldn’t be surprised.

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7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople · 3 years

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may or may not have posted smthn on archive it’s a richard trager x reader. no genitalia is specified, i think it passes as gender neutral reader. i got this idea when i was zooted af at 2 am yesterday pls enjoy its j shameless porn

#richard trager #outlast #rick trager #outlast fandom #outlast fanfiction #outlast x reader #richard trager x reader #rick trager x reader #trager x reader #dr trager #the murkoff account

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the-creeping-shadow · 5 years

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Not so complete Outlast fic list

@midnightmusings-isolde replied to your post:

As rare as it is, I believe one of my favourite...

Hmm never read any Outlast fics. Any recommendations?

I might not be the most reliable person to ask for a rec list since I’m quite the picky fanfic reader and usually have niche tastes, if I dare say so, but I can try :D I’m not sure what characters and genres you prefer, but here are a few, unsurprisingly focusing on Trager or otherwise featuring him in an important role. I suppose it’s also needless to say that a lot of Outlast fanfics feature gore and other “mature” stuff?

Mr. Trager by @one-sadistic-bitch

Relationships: OC/Trager Status: WIP Summary: “Most of the people in this world stick by a certain way of thinking. Nobody believes in the idea of redemption anymore. Once bad, always bad, right? I know better. You see, every now and again, something sick and twisted can become something strong and beautiful. Some of the greatest things can hide in the most unlikely places. I was simply lucky to have stumbled upon one.”

I’ll leave any commentary to the author ;3 I myself am curious which direction the plot will head. If you like Trager, angst, and romance, this story might be for you. The story is narrated from a first person perspective, through the OC’s eyes.

A Crash Course in Surgery 101 by whenrosesweredragons

Status: finished Summary: “Waylon said it himself: Gluskin’s an amateur surgeon, but he had help learning what he does know.”

This is one of the stories I had in mind when I typed that post. Dark humour with Eddie asking Trager for help in surgery. This underlying sense of Trager’s resentment towards Murkoff in the story is a small bonus in my book, too. X)

Outlast: Birth by Flame by Unquiet_Grave Relationships: OC/Trager (from what I’m seeing, it’s not the focus of the story) Status: finished Summary: “After a failed suicide attempt, Mel is thrown into a secret, experimental treatment program for women at Mount Massive. She hopes to find a cure for the bizarre condition that has stolen her life away. When chaos erupts at the asylum, she is forced to survive, fighting for her life and sanity. She wants nothing more than to escape, but the other personalities living inside of her have different ideas. Another patient, a strange, Bible-thumping woman with a dark secret, may hold the key to stopping Murkoff's hellish experiments. Mel must find her first, while fending off Variants, Father Martin's cultists, Murkoff soldiers, and, most terrifying of all, her own, bloodthirsty inner demons.”

This is a story I’m currently reading myself and haven’t finished yet. Quite creative and incorporates the Outlast canon for women at Mt. Massive well. OC-centric; follows the protag’s adventures through the asylum.

This Means War by Madame_Tentacle

Status: finished Summary: “The days at Mt. Massive pass by slowly when you're an overpaid executive, but Rick has a plan to keep things moving.”

Even Outlast knows light-hearted and humorous moments... in fanfiction at least. This is a nice, funny little fanfic featuring office pranks between Rick and Jeremy.

Going Down by ravenousgrue

Status: finished Summary: “This sort of thing isn't supposed to happen to guys like Rick.”

A fic focusing on how Trager got admitted to the asylum, based on the premise of a security breach (i.e not related to the comic). This guy also has his fair share of trauma...

things Trager is not allowed to do at Mount Massive Asylum by N/A (it says “orphan_account”)

Status: finished What it says on the tin. It’s really funny. ^^

Follow the Blood by ravenousgrue

Status: finished A collection of Outlast drabbles featuring pretty much every game character you can think of. There should be something for everyone therefore. It even includes a cat’s adventure through the asylum :3

Outlast Novelization by Aalt-Jackal

Status: finished Summary: “People were being hurt, and Murkoff was making money. Miles Upshur had plans to gather the evidence that would finally break those bastards, but what he finds waiting for him in Mount Massive is more than he bargained for. Armed with only a camera and his tenacity, would he be able to survive the nightmares fabricated by the minds of broken men?”

Truth to be told, I haven’t read this one yet myself, but I feel like the list wouldn’t be sufficient if it didn’t include a novelization of the game. From what I see on the first glance, it looks good and seems to be fairly popular, too. I believe it was also rec’d on TV tropes?

Purgatorium by TheCreepingShadow (me) Status: WIP (rest assured that you can ask me about it) Summary: “"He has been playing with fire for far too long, believing himself to be its master. And in the end, he got burned." Working at Murkoff Richard Trager got more than he bargained for. After an attempted manslaughter he comes to the realization that his rank had never meant anything to Murkoff. In the end, he was just another nuisance to be disposed of. Subjected to the Morphogenic Engine treatment, he struggles to maintain the last bits of his sanity as the line between dream and reality begins to blur.”

Will I be so conceited and put my own fanfic here? Yes. Yes, I will. Just this time. This is basically a result of my moaning about the lack of Trager fanfic. Supposed to be psychological horror primarily focusing on Trager’s downfall, how he copes as an asylum patient, and how the “doctor” personality emerges.

This list is obviously far from complete. I’m pretty sure there are more Outlast fics that are good. I just haven’t read or found them all :P Other fans are welcome to add to the list and/or make their own ^^

... Pfft, what makes you think I'm obsessed with Trager?

#Outlast #Outlast fanfiction #fanfiction list #I won't lie #I do mostly search for fics featuring my faves #which is why most of these are Trager centric #there are some I left out on purpose #but otherwise #I'm not sure whether I am recommending fics for others or whether I just made a list for myself?#there are some Russian ones that I liked too #I'm sorry #I can't help myself! :D #oops #reply #midnightmusings-isolde

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anarchy-n-glitter · 3 years

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Nothing to Fear

Summary: Lake County, Colorado 2011

Dr. Catarina Crane arrives at Mount Massive asylum to check on a patient who happened to be working there. She’s offered a job instead.

(Warnings: none really, just awkward flirting and blackmail) Also this is kinda a batman crossover?? sorry it’s not really too relevant to the story other than stuff that relates to Cat Crane but it’s there lmao

Chapter 1

The halls were eerily quiet. The clock on the wall droned on with its constant ticking, yet the woman at the desk couldn’t be bothered. Her fingers glided across the pages of a magazine, turning the page finally after a few minutes of reading. It was around two o’clock, and it was her lunch break.

Her boss had been locked up in his office with one of the higher-ups, Jeremy Blaire, she believed. She knew that the two were close, and if anything this meeting was supposed to be over an hour ago. They were just talking now, catching up; talking about when they would meet up outside of work again. She couldn’t bother to focus on what was being said behind closed doors, after all, she was too caught up in her gossip magazine.

The soft ticking of the clock was slowly overtaken by the sound of heels clicking against the linoleum floors. The woman couldn’t help but look up, intrigued by the sudden presence of another person. The day was usually dead around that time, and aside from brief visits from Mr. Blaire, not a soul would be seen walking down the hall. She watched as a woman approached her desk.

She was rather tall, with a cold demeanor and a piercing stare. She wore mostly black and white, with the only accent color coming in the form of her hair which was the color of chocolate. When she arrived, Denise could have sworn she felt the room drop in temperature. Yet, she smiled, hoping the woman would be on her way sooner or later.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” The older woman asked, sitting a bit straighter in her seat and sliding her magazine away. The woman’s steely gaze flickered between the empty tupperware, the magazine, and Denise before she finally spoke.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering where I might be able to find Dr. Wernicke?” The woman asked, her voice just as aloof as her demeanor. Denise’s eyes widened, though her smile never faded. She wasn’t quite sure how to answer her question, seeing as she herself didn’t know the answer. She had almost nothing to do with Dr. Wernicke, yet here was this woman who was clearly lost, asking for her help. She felt her mouth go dry.

“Well, um, I don’t work in that division so I’m not exactly sure where he is…” Denise trailed off before she reached for the phone. Is he even alive? Denise wondered. She could have sworn that she heard somewhere that they used treatments from the late Dr. Wernicke, meaning he would be dead.

“I’ll ask for you.” She finished, bringing the phone up to her ear and pressing on the keys frantically. The woman flashed a tight-lipped smile before returning back to her blank stare.

“Thanks.” She muttered. Behind Denise, the door opened, revealing two men. The woman’s eyes snapped to the new disturbances, and - somehow - she became colder than before. Denise leaned up, the phone concealed on her shoulder.

“Sorry but, what was your name?” She asked.

“Dr. Catarina Crane. I’m Wernicke’s therapist and he hasn’t been at my office in a while.” The woman, Dr. Crane, explained. Denise nodded, seemingly ignoring the men behind her who were still chatting nonchalantly. One was shorter than the other, with black hair that was slicked back and subtle facial hair. He wore a black suit that was neat and seemingly tailored. The other man, on the other hand, had wild, honey colored curls that looked like there was an attempt to pull them back. He wore a bright pink button down shirt that was only half tucked into his khaki pants. To top off his flamboyant attire, he wore a blue sweater over his shoulders. She barely noticed that the shorter one was paying more attention when she announced who she was.

“Well, apparently he’s on the lower floors, but I don’t think you have the clearance-”

“I can get her down there.” The shorter man announced. Dr. Crane stared at the man for a brief moment, waiting for him to continue. He reminded her of a rat, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. It was something about his beady eyes, they were off-putting. He checked his watch, then put a finger up, shaking it with slight urgency.

“Actually, I’ve gotta check on something real quick. Just stay here, then I’ll escort you to Wernicke.” The man muttered, not making eye contact with Dr. Crane the entire time. He looked behind him at the other man, smiling.

“I’ll see you Saturday, Rick.” The man stated before running off in the other direction. The hall was silent for a few moments, with the only noise being the soft ticking of the clock. Dr. Crane didn’t even notice the flamboyant man turn his attention to her.

“So, Wernicke has a therapist?” He began, catching the doctor’s attention.

“Yes.” Her answer was short and simple, lacking emotion or care. She wasn’t there to make small talk, she was there to do her job and make sure her patient was okay. She knew he did time consuming work, but she didn’t think it would affect their appointments. He was an interesting specimen, someone obsessed with his nightmares and fears, and Dr. Crane knew a lot about fear.

“Catarina, huh? How about I call you Cat?” The man continued, leaning against his assistant’s desk. Dr. Crane glared at him.

“It’s Dr. Crane.” She corrected, her voice bordering on irritated. She wasn’t angry, not yet at least. His grin was annoying as it was.

“I figured I’d call you something a little more personal, I like to do that. Skip the formalities and cut to the chase.” His carefree tone was slightly grating to Dr. Crane, and the fact that he was still talking to her bothered her to no end.

“You know, I wanted to be a doctor when I was younger.” He muttered while Dr. Crane nodded along, barely listening to what he was saying.

“Yeah, I didn’t really get too far with that one…” He stood up straight and held out his hand, and on his face was a large grin that set Dr. Crane on edge.

“Richard Trager, but you can call me Rick.” She glanced down at his hand, then looked him in the eye. She was surprised he didn’t wink, like others would have. He seemed like he was genuinely trying to be friendly, but she wasn’t there to make friends. She flashed him a brief smile.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Trager, but I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again.” She stated, trying her best to not be rude. She watched his smile falter as she said ‘mister,’ which she quickly took note of. She figured she struck a nerve, and hopefully she could use that to get him to leave her alone. Just beyond Trager, she saw the man rushing back, his eyes trained on the floor.

“Never say never, Dr. Crane.” She couldn’t bother to react to what he was saying. She was sick of him already, and all she wanted was to get in and get out. Not only was Trager unnerving her (which was not a common occurrence in her life), but the whole aura of the asylum was off putting. The dingy, yellow walls looked like they needed a new coat of paint, and the furniture looked like it had been there since the seventies. Everything in the asylum looked like it had been there since the seventies, including the people. Especially the man who couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of her.

“Dr. Crane, right this way.” The shorter man said with a smile on his face. She nodded briefly, following the man toward the elevator, passing by Trager without another glance. As a matter of fact, she seemed smug, as if she was right about never seeing him again.

As the elevator doors closed, which were more like gates if anything, she could still see the bright pink of Trager’s shirt. It stood out compared to the dull backgrounds of Mount Massive, but she knew it wasn’t a welcome sight. If she saw that damn shirt, she’d go in the other direction. She felt like she could breathe again when the cement from the other floors overtook the view of whatever floor that was.

“So you’re Dr. Crane.” The man muttered. She nodded, hoping that this wasn’t a cheap attempt at flirting like Trager was doing.

“I’m Jeremy Blaire, head of Global Development at Murkoff.” He introduced, holding out his hand for her to shake. He wasn’t quite as unnerving as Trager, but she knew no harm would come to her career if she pissed off Trager. This man, though, could do some damage. She appreciated his slight professionalism, so she shook his hand.

“We’ve heard of you, and honestly we’re interested in hiring. Your father’s work in his field was revolutionary, and while I don’t know anything about what you study, I know that we’re interested in hiring.” He proposed. Dr. Crane’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe that he knew who her father was, and now she wondered how much Murkoff knew about her. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, but regained her composure.

“Hiring who, me or my father?” She quipped, smirking slightly.

“Well, I know your father’s retired. So’s your mother. You followed in his footsteps for a little bit. You started in Arkham, correct?” He continued, and she was slightly impressed. He knew where she came from, where she worked for a while, and she assumed he knew everything else about her and her family.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“And the experiments?” He asked. Her heart practically stopped. Of course, she wasn’t the only one in her family to perform experiments on her patients, her father did the same thing. Neither of them were caught, so she had to wonder what lengths this company went through to uncover this information. What would happen if she refused the job?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Blaire.” She deflected, hoping it would work. Her cold demeanor should have been enough to throw him off of her trail, but she knew better. He was clearly a businessman, there was no throwing him off.

“I think you do. There’s a reason why your father was revolutionary, Dr. Crane. He experimented on patients, and so did you, well, before you moved on, that is. All I’m offering here is a new place to continue your research. We have our own project that we feel your research would help. You’re more than qualified I would say.” Jeremy went on, though Dr. Crane only felt like he was trying to butter her up. She was intrigued though, the idea of new test subjects was something she was interested in. It wouldn’t hurt her to ask further about the potential job, would it?

“So this job you’re offering involves me continuing my research?” She inquired. Jeremy nodded.

“Our project practically depends on it.”

“If I do this, I won’t get caught?” She continued, and once again, Jeremy nodded.

“Looks like I’m in, Mr. Blaire.”

#outlast #outlast fanfiction #outlast fanfic #richard trager #rick trager #richard trager x reader #richard trager x oc #richard trager x catarina crane #dr catarina crane #enemies to lovers fic #enemies to lovers #outlast x reader

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7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople · 3 years

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i will be posting my art of trager in a mini skirt but for now i’ve finished a fanfiction that is definitely going to send me to hell, and i can’t get an archive of our own account until the 30th of this month for some fucking reason? so i might just post it here lol i don’t really want this filth DIRECTLY on my account but whatever i’ve done and said worse things here.

#outlast #outlast 2 #richard trager #rick trager #dr trager #outlast trager #jeremy blaire #outlast fanfiction #outlast x reader

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anarchy-n-glitter · 3 years

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Nothing to Fear

Summary:

Lake County, Colorado

2011

It's late September, and Dr. Catarina Crane has learned the true meaning of philophobia.

(Warnings: None this time!)

Masterlist

Previous Chapter

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Chapter 8

Cat couldn’t help but stare at the shorter blonde woman across from her. She was pale, with curly hair that a curling iron couldn’t achieve. She wore an emerald green dress that complimented her complexion and her body. Green was always her color, and she knew it. Her eyes were a beautiful, vivid green, and they were staring back at Cat with equal intensity. Neither woman said a word to each other after their initial greeting.

Jeremy and Rick continued to talk, as if a staring contest wasn’t happening around them. The air was tense, but not in a negative way. They knew each other, and it could be said that they were friends, but they wouldn’t let the men know that. Cat knew that the blonde was there on business, and the blonde was questioning Cat’s taste in men.

It was no secret that Cat looked to be out of Trager’s league, and in a way Cat was. He looked like a greasy weasel next to Catarina’s elegance, and the blonde woman took note of this. It threw her off to see the doctor sitting so closely and comfortably with him, and when she arrived it looked like they were having a nice conversation.

They both had to bite their tongue when Jeremy introduced the two to each other.

They both sat in silence, letting the men have their fun while they silently sent signals to each other. Sooner or later, one would give and get up to use the bathroom, and that one would be the blonde.

She got up and excused herself, letting her hand run across her date’s shoulder seductively, and Cat couldn’t help but smirk internally at the action. She knew it was all an act, and she knew exactly why the blonde was with Jeremy that night. What she didn’t know, however, was that Trager knew the blonde too. He was well aware of the little games being played that night, and what she was really doing there.

When Cat got up a few minutes later, he didn’t question it. As a matter of fact, he almost expected it.

Cat entered the restroom only to see the blonde leaning against the stone wall, a look of amusement on her face and smugness in her eyes. Cat knew that the blonde’s true feelings could always be found in her eyes, and right now she knew that she was completely entertained by Cat’s situation.

“What’re you doing here, Dr. Greene?” Cat asked. The blonde shrugged.

“The same could be asked for you.” Cat let her shoulders drop slightly at the blonde’s answer. Dr. Greene had no idea the predicament she was in, and it would be hard to explain how she got herself into this situation. If anything, the blonde would be disappointed in her friend’s reckless decisions.

“I’m on a date.” Cat said simply, to which the blonde scoffed.

“Last time we spoke you sounded like you hated that man.” Dr. Greene pointed out, and Cat nodded.

“I do hate him.”

“That’s not what I was seeing out there when Blaire was looking for him.” Cat glared at the woman in green. She was angry, even though she knew that she was right. Cat was enjoying herself, falling for the man even though he was the bane of her existence only a few hours before. She hoped that she could get through the night without feeling any more for him. She hoped she could get over the attraction she felt for him now that she knew him a bit better.

“Does Albert know you’re here?” Cat countered, changing the conversation so she didn’t have to ponder her new feelings. Dr. Greene smiled at this.

“Of course he does, he even helped me snag this guy. I wouldn’t want him getting the wrong idea.” Her words had a double meaning, Cat knew that much, even if she was telling the truth. Dr. Greene loved Albert with her whole heart, almost obsessively so. She couldn’t imagine the blonde being with someone other than him. It was almost as if the heavens had created them together, binding them and making them perfect for one another. Albert felt as if he were better than everyone else, carrying a god complex that would make an actual deity blush, and Dr. Greene was an extremely loyal woman. She was smart and devoted to him, she’d do anything for him, and it helped that she was beautiful, too. He was a man that wanted to be worshipped, and she was a woman who wanted to worship him.

“Ivy…”

“I didn’t think you were capable of feeling attraction, Cat.” Ivy taunted, watching as her friend walked to the wall she was leaning on.

“For him? Yeah, I didn’t think I was capable either.” She responded, her voice softer than she wanted it to be. She wanted it to sound like she was agreeing with Ivy, like she didn’t feel anything for Trager, yet she did. After their time alone she did, and she was starting to fear those feelings. She feared him, and she feared how he was making her feel. He was sleazy and dangerous, and Cat knew this. He represented everything she loathed in a person, yet she fell for a sob story, one that she knew had been an exaggeration, though what parts of it were lies was a mystery to her. “I’m assuming you’re here for business purposes?” She asked, quickly changing the subject to distract Ivy from her response.

A knowing twinkle flashed in Ivy’s eyes, and Cat couldn’t help but inwardly scold herself. Ivy was a smart woman, almost as smart as Cat herself, if not more. Anything Cat did, Ivy would pick up on.

“Of course. I managed to get Blaire to open up a bit about the morphogenic engine, among other things.” Cat grimaced at the thought of what Ivy had to do to get Jeremy Blaire to talk about Murkoff secrets. She knew that her last statement wasn’t a threat, but she knew where Ivy was going with this.

“You want a sample of my fear toxin.” Cat accused, to which Ivy nodded, a smirk present on her face.

“We both know that Al and I’s company’s been very interested in your work for a while-”

“And I’ve made it clear that I have no interest in genetically engineering weapons.” Cat countered.

“I think we both know that Murkoff’s going down at some point or another, and you’ll need a company that’s willing to cover your ass when it happens.” Ivy told her, not bothering to sugar coat what she was saying. Ivy, in the right circumstances, is as blunt as Cat. She had a sharp tongue that could no doubt get her out of any situation, but when it came down to it, she wasn’t afraid to say just what everyone was thinking, harsh or not. “And it’ll happen, trust me.”

“I believe you. When the time comes, I’ll be there. Now, for the toxin…”

“I’ll pay top dollar for that shit.” Ivy cut in, looking as if she were ready to pounce. Cat smirked, knowing damn well that Ivy was desperate for it, and with her field of study the toxins would do her well.

He maintained the appearance of not caring that Cat was back, but she noticed how his eyes lit up at the mere sight of her coming back to the table. She felt her heart speed up, but this wasn’t due to her newfound fondness for the man; she was scared.

He reminded her of what she was: a scared girl.

“You took a while in there, Ives.” Blaire slurred, leaning in for what seemed like a kiss. Ivy declined politely, to the best of her ability, that is. She gently pushed the man away from her, which only brought a lopsided smile to his face, and more begging from him.

Cat sat close to Trager, his arm over her shoulders. His touch brought goosebumps to her arms, but she didn’t bother making her discomfort known. She was there for J.J., she would remind herself of this over and over, but deep down she was slipping.

How much of the night was part of her act? How much of it was how she genuinely felt? Was she falling too deep into the role she created for herself, or was she actually relating to the monster next to her? Was this some sick form of Stockholm syndrome?

Ivy and Jeremy’s now obvious bickering brought Cat out of her thoughts, as was the soothing sensation of Trager’s fingers caressing her shoulder.

“How much did you guys drink while we were in there?” Cat asked sincerely, concerned for her friend who she knew would blow her cover if this continued.

“I’m still finishing my first glass,” Trager began, holding up the nearly empty wine glass for her to see. “Jer on the other hand…” She didn’t need him to finish his sentence. She could see the larger glass surrounded by smaller shot glasses and she understood. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure what Jeremy thought this night was going to be. Cat sure as hell wasn’t going to go partying with these two, and she was sure Trager would rather be in her bed than in a club after dinner.

She couldn’t agree more with that sentiment, even if it disgusted her to think that way.

“I think we better get going.” Ivy smiled, giving Cat a knowing glance. It was a look that told her that 1) Ivy was getting what she wanted and even more that night, and 2) she caught on to how Cat truly felt about Trager, and she understood Cat completely now. She figured it out before Cat had even known that there was something to figure out in the first place.

“I agree, get that idiot to bed.” Trager smiled, both at the idea of him being alone with Cat again and at the fact that they’d get to leave earlier. Ivy went to signal a waiter, but Trager stopped her.

“I got it.” He told her, and she furrowed her brow.

“Alright.” She muttered, practically dragging Jeremy out of the booth and toward their car. She had his keys, and she knew that she could easily overpower him if he tried to take the keys. She silently thanked her dear Albert for that.

With Ivy and Jeremy out of the way, Cat and Trager were alone again.

One word coursed through her mind as she sat in silence with him:

Philophobia.

They talked a bit more on the car ride back to her place. She told him a bit more about Gotham, and even mentioned that she knew Ivy from college.

“If all goes well, I wanna do this again.” He admitted, this time leaving it up to her to decide whether she wants what he wants. While she was in the bathroom with Ivy, he listened to Jeremy brag about the absolute bombshell Ivy was, and he listened, knowing damn well that Ivy was a taken woman who wouldn’t dare look at a rat like Jeremy if he wasn’t in the position of power he was in. When Jeremy mentioned how he knew Cat was probably one of those kinky goth girls, he couldn’t help but feel a bit possessive. All this time, he talked about Cat that way, but the moment Jeremy said it he felt like taking his tongue and handing it to Ivy (free of charge, nonetheless!). This whole endeavor had truly warped his mind further, and he wasn’t sure what to do anymore.

What would happen if she rejected his offer like she did many times before? Would they just finish the deal and go on as if nothing happened? He was sure he couldn’t do that. She got under his skin and he was sure she felt the same way about him.

“You’re not hiding some secret weapon to coerce me into this one, right?” She asked, her voice quiet. The bright red from the traffic light painted her body, casting long shadows onto her face and making her look more like a ghost than a live person. She was beautiful, and he wondered if she even cared that she was beautiful. If she said no he wouldn’t know what to do. He wanted to keep her all to himself, even though he knew she would never allow that so long as she was alive. He would tear her apart.

“No, not this time. It’s all up to you, babe.” He responded, trying his best to keep calm. He didn’t want to scare her, even if she’d probably like it. She looked at him, her blue eyes doe-like yet full of fear.

“Fine.” She told him in a voice barely above a whisper, her wording as if he were asking her all night.

The roads were empty and dark, with no one behind them, and no one in front of them. She was leaning closer, and for a brief moment he wasn’t sure what to do. He wondered if it were a trap, but he realized he was the only one setting traps, or at least, to his knowledge.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers which she reciprocated enthusiastically. As they collided, the light turned green, painting the whole scene in the color, as if the world was telling them that this was right. This wasn’t their first kiss, that one was stolen by him and she was far from thrilled with it, but this one was different. It felt like their first real kiss, one where they both felt electricity coursing through them with every slight touch, and as her hands slipped into his hair, he knew that he had her.

Her heart was racing and she felt as if she was going to cry. She was having a panic attack, and the words of her friend came to the forefront of her mind. She was reminded over and over of why she should hate him, why she should be afraid of him! At the same time, she felt as if she finally found someone who could understand her on a deeper level, someone who was like her whether she liked it or not. She was attracted to him in every sense of the word, and the one thing she longed to see was the look of fear in his eyes when they finally came together. She wanted him to feel the emotion she felt whenever she was around him. Yes, he was obnoxious at times, but that hate she felt for him was what led her to that moment. That hate for him made her hope she’d see him everyday, even if it was subconscious.

When they pulled apart the light was red again.

As they sat in silence, panting away to regain lost air, Cat had made up her mind. The vial in her bag would stay in her bag.

She only hoped Michelle could forgive her.

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