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91percentpynch · 3 years

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the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

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Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #kevaaron #ship: kevaaron

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writefasttalkevenfaster · 7 years

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Cyrus Lupo / Waste of Time (Part One)

As requested by the lovely @laneygthememequeen:

Can I request another Cyrus lupo case, maybe where they're both detectives and are staking out but go check it out to van-buren's orders and lupo gets a bullet to his side. He's alright, just bleeding and stuff but survives and the reader goes down, maybe like she worked with the FBI formerly?

I love Lupo, guys. He’s such a sweetheart and I love writing his character since he’s such a sarcastic, quippy guy. This ended up being too long, so its split into two parts. I’m still working on part two which will be up tomorrow, or Friday depending on time. Please enjoy!

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“This is a waste of time,” A smile played on Cyrus Lupo’s lips at your words, as he stared across the street at the same empty, deserted lot the two of you had been parked in front of for over three hours. Your fingernails tapped on the dashboard rhythmically, as if you were drumming to a song no one else could hear. Even in the dark, he could see the irritation plain as day on your face, lips pursed and nose scrunched in impatience. “If someone was going to be here, they would have showed up already,” Your voice was growing irritated at the lack of any movement at all and at his lack of response to your complaints. One thing about police work was that you had to grind, something you weren’t exactly used to.

“I suppose the FBI didn’t have you do many stakeouts,” Cyrus commented lightly, as he peered through his binoculars at the ever vacant lot the two of you were assigned to. “You never did tell me what you exactly do in the FBI, besides this,”

“Cy, you know you need security clearance for that information, and you don’t,” You rolled your eyes, as he broke his gaze away from the lot for the first time tonight to give you a teasing smile.

“We got engaged, we’re going to be married soon, doesn’t that count for anything?” You shrugged, before giving him a grin. Just the thought of marrying him brought a smile to your face, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a tease. “It accounts for my love,” You said in a mocking manner.

“Funny, they didn’t cover than in law school or in the academy,” He rolled his eyes before going back to his binoculars.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, and Cyrus couldn’t help but sneak half-glances at you. He tightened his fingers around the binoculars. He was on edge. And, though you complained, you were as well. The Chinese and Italian Mafia were breaking ground tonight with a new deal that could mean disaster and mortal danger for many New Yorkers if it went through. However, there was no way for a multi-man sting to go down without alerting them And that’s where you two came in.

The two of you had never been assigned on a case like this, much less together. You were working with NYPD on this sting operation, functioning as the go-between for both departments. Van Buren was hesitant to put the two of you in the field together given your relationship status, but in this case, she had no choice, since the case warranted your FBI training, and Kevin was busy overseeing the entire operation with Van Buren. Van Buren had you both agree to talk this case, forewarning that it would most likely be the most danger either of you have been in this far. And though you both agreed to, Cyrus shifted in his seat, half-glancing at you sitting beside him. He couldn’t help but worry about you. Of course, you were capable of taking care of yourself, perhaps more than him. But that didn’t stop him from worrying.

“Cy,” You tapped him, shaking him from his reverie, your eyes narrowed as you held the binoculars to your face, “There’s movement,” Several men had gathered with large cases, their shapes ambiguous, “You think they might just be selling Girl Scout cookies?” He snorted at your remark, continuing to monitor the situation, when he heard a click. You had unbuckled your seatbelt, raring to go, your body tense with bottled up adrenaline, eager to explode. “We should move in,”

“Whoa, whoa, we should wait and see,” Taking his cellphone from his hands, but you began to open the door, giving the signal to move in. Cyrus sighed, chasing after you, as you held up your gun and badge.

“FBI!” You shouted, causing the men to scatter as police and FBI agents surrounded them, one of them lunged for one of the cases. He pulled out a modified AK-47, unlike the ones seen in the U.S., as Cyrus almost could have sworn he was back in the warzone he had left behind years ago. He spotted you ahead of him, right in the line of fire. His heart practically burst out of his chest, his eyes only concentrated on you. He couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t bear it. He sprinted towards you, his body thrumming, the only thought in his mind was getting to you before you left him. Left him like his brother, like everyone eventually did. He shut his eyes as he reached you, wrapping his arms around you as he pushed you to the ground, covering your body with his own. He swore he would protect you when he proposed only three short nights ago, under the stars. He had taken you out to your favorite restaurant, the two of you taking an after dinner walk to very place you first met: a cop bar around the corner from your office. He had offered to walk you home after scaring off two drunks. He joked that he only prevented two homicides so those men should be thanking him. And it was true. You didn’t his protection, you damn well deserved it. And he damn sure wasn’t going to break his promise.

The rapid fire of bullets had your ears ringing and aching. Your eyes were blurry, you could hear indistinct yelling and gunfire, as your head tried to make sense of what happened. Then it was quiet. Dead quiet. Blinking several times, your vision cleared and you saw Cyrus’s face hovering inches from your own, and you smiled, confused and disoriented. “Cy,” As you shifted, you heard Cyrus groan, and he rolled over, revealing a blooming patch of red on his shirt.

“Cyrus?” You looked at your clothes only see your shirt drenched a crimson red, your hands covered with your fiancée’s blood. He had taken a round in the stomach. “Officer down! Officer down!” You screeched, catching their attention as they rushed to his side, but you refused to leave it.

“Ma’am, you have to let us do our job,” One of the EMTs pried you away, escorting you to the ambulance, as they loaded him into it. You rode in with him, by his side, on the phone with Kevin, who filled you in on what happened. The entire thing had become fuzzy in your memory. You remembered charging in, arresting some of the members, the man lunging for the case… Your eyes widened as Kevin recounted what happened. Cyrus had saved your life. The man managed to fire a spray of bullets just as Cyrus got to you, tackling you to the ground, as another agent took lunatic down. You felt guilt and anger wash over you as you looked at Cyrus hooked up to a million machines. His usual grin was hidden under an oxygen mask, his chocolate irises concealed behind his eyelids, and his conscious body looked paler and sickly than before. Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you covered your mouth.

It should have been you.

Cyrus groaned, as he tried to turn onto his side, only to be unsuccessful in his endeavor. He felt a pain in his side and tensed, his muscles clenching as the pain slowly faded. His eyes fluttered open slowly, the lights were off, the window shades were half open, allowing some of the room to be illuminated by what Cyrus assumed was the early morning sunlight. Where was he? He glanced around the room, and realized quickly what had happened, his mind snapping to one thought and one alone: “Y/N,” He muttered, still groggier than he thought he was, his words uneven as sleep lured him back, but before he fell completely asleep, he felt something move, and spotted you sleeping at his bedside, head against the edge of the bed. He smiled. You were okay, his last thought, before he placed his hand on your head, before falling back asleep.

Again, he woke up, but this time you were awake, on the phone. You stood by the window, staring out. You twirled your hair as you did when you were nervous, and he knew you were biting your lip. “He’s still asleep,” You paused as the other person spoke, and your tone grew agitated. “Of course, I want to, but you haven’t even found them yet, and I won’t leave his side until he wakes up. He’s my fiancée!”

“Good to hear that the wedding is still on,” You whipped around at the sound of his voice, a welcome smile breaking out across your face.

“You idiot,” You strode over to him, throwing your arms around him as your tears stained his hospital gown. “You idiot,” You repeated, voice breaking as you silently cried.

Your bags were dark as if you hadn’t slept in days, your hair was a complete mess tied into a bun, and your face was worn with both concern and relief. But you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “I get all tingly when you talk dirty, babe,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood, but you only choked out a sob. And he held you for several minutes in silence, enjoying the fact he still could, and how right it felt.

After you got the nurse to fetch him a meal and got him his meds, the two of you sat again in complete silence, your eyes trained on him. It felt as if right when your eyes would wander, he would disappear. He would be gone. “Am I that attractive? I could give you my phone, you could take a picture,” You rolled your eyes, ignoring his remarks. Even in a hospital bed, any excuse to pull out that damn phone. He sighed, “Y/N, I’m okay. It would take more than a crazed gunman to take me down. Did you guys capture all the guys?”

“We did,” You lied, without missing a beat. The leader of the Italian mafia had escaped custody in the confusion with the machine gun. Lupo’s gunshot wound was merely a distraction, and his death would have been nearly a benefit. “I was so scared,” You managed to splutter, moving back to face him.

“Me too,” He admitted, but he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “But we made it through, that’s what matters, and you got them so I suppose it wasn’t a complete waste of time,” He used your words from before, a smile pulling at his lips as he tried to do the same. He was right, and now the two of you could focus on preparing for the wedding. No cases or work for him, and he hoped you could get time off as well, but as he embraced you again, he didn’t see your gaze drift back to your cellphone, eyes narrowing as you spotted your unit chief’s message: We found him. Are you in?

You pulled him into a kiss, his lips warm and comforting, as you smiled for the first time since he had awoken. “No, it wasn’t.”

I’m in.

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