Hi friends! I have a few fnaf fic ideas and wanted to give you an option as to what gets published first!
All fics are gender neutral! reader x Mike Schmidt
(poll below the cut)
⢠I'll Be There (supernatural/curse AU)
For Mike Schmidt, immortality is not a giftâitâs a curse carved into every lifetime heâs forced to endure. He doesnât have fangs, magic, or superhuman abilities; he simply cannot die. Centuries pass, eras change, the world resets around him without warning⌠but one thing never changes. He always meets you. In every life, no matter the year, country, or version of himself he wakes up as, he finds you again. And in every life, the pattern repeats: you meet as strangers, you grow close, too close, and just when your bond deepens into something undeniable, tragedy steals you away. You dieâsometimes suddenly, sometimes slowly, but always before him. Always in his arms. Always with him powerless to stop it. Then the world goes dark. Time fractures. A new life begins. And Mike carries the memory of you into the next existence, while you return with no memory of him at all. Itâs a relentless cycle he canât escape. A cruel joke of the universe. A soulmate bond corrupted into a curseâone that ensures he must fall for you over and over, only to lose you the moment fate decides heâs gotten too close. And now, in this lifetime, itâs happening again. Mike can feel it: the familiarity, the pull, the fear. Youâve crossed paths, and the curse has already begun its slow tightening around the both of you. This time, though⌠heâs not sure he can let the universe win.
⢠You (hospital AU)
Mike Schmidt isnât the type to talk to peopleâhe never has been. Quiet, withdrawn, and constantly running on the edge of exhaustion, he keeps his distance from everyone. Everyone except you. You work the night shift at a nearly empty hospital, used to treating the occasional emergency without much conversation. But one night, Mike stumbles inâbloody, shaken, and refusing to explain what happened. Every attempt the staff makes to question him is met with silence or a flinch, and he seems prepared to walk out rather than say a word. Until they assign you as his nurse. With you, something shifts. Mike watches you like he recognizes something familiar. He listens to you. And, slowly, he speaksâsoftly, reluctantly, but only to you. Youâre the only one he trusts enough to let near him, the only one heâll allow to patch him up despite injuries that donât match any explanation heâs willing to give. As you try to treat him, you begin sensing that whatever hurt him isnât something normal, or safe, or human. And Mike seems terrified that the truthâwhatever it isâwill put you in danger simply by being close to him. But even so, he keeps coming back. And youâre the only person heâll talk to. Little by little, you realize that youâre not just healing himâyouâre unraveling the secrets of his nights, the trauma he carries, and the reasons he keeps choosing you, even when he barely chooses anyone at all.
⢠Deserve (soulmate au)
In a world where soulmates share identical scars, youâve always wondered what yours would look likeâand who it would connect you to. One night, the mark finally appears: a sharp, jagged line carved across your forearm, as if fate had dragged its nail through your skin. A few days later, you meet Mike Schmidt. Quiet, guarded, and strangely tense, Mike seems nervous around everyone⌠but when he catches sight of your scar, he freezes. His eyes widen. His hand instinctively goes to his own forearmâwhere the same jagged scar hides beneath his sleeve. Instead of being relieved or overjoyed, he steps back as if burned. He mutters, âYou donât want me,â already turning away, already trying to sever whatever invisible thread ties you together. But you refuse to let it snap. You catch his wrist gently, grounding him in place. For the first time, Mike forces himself to meet your eyes, the fear in his expression stark and raw. This connection terrifies himâbecause he feels unworthy of it, unworthy of you. âI donât deserve you,â he whispers, like a confession. âLet me decide that,â you whisper back. And in that fragile moment, the bond between you beginsânot as destiny demands, but as you choose.
What do you want to see published first?
I'll Be There
You
Deserve
