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wishuhadstayed · 3 years

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It Takes a Village

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: about 3000

Summary: when the Hotchner fam is in need, it’s a good thing to have many helping hands. Part 9 to Begin Again.

Warnings: mentions of blood and pregnancy complications

Author’s Note: I really am sorry for that cliffhanger y’all. 😬 I’m just glad you still love me after being gone for like, a literal year. Shoutout to @agent-laufeyson you’re the best 💜 (PS, please ignore Haley in the below gif, also please picture Hotch in the hospital in casual clothes.) 😌

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For a moment, Aaron’s whole world stopped turning. A cold, familiar sense of dread settled into his chest at the words, “You all may want to sit down for this.”

“Not again,” he thought. “I can’t do this again, we can’t do this again.”

“God please,” he begged internally, slumping into a chair, “if you’re listening, please don’t take her. We need her.”

Suddenly, the voice of a surgeon cut through the silent room like a knife.

“Sir, your wife lost a significant amount of blood. We had no choice but to perform an emergency c-section. Although your daughter is slightly pre-term, she seems to be in good health. However, we would like to keep her a while for monitoring.”

“And my wife?” He inquires, voice trembling with fear.

“It was touch and go there for a while, but we were able to locate the source of bleeding and get it under control. Your wife is out of surgery. She’s stable, but she is very weak and currently asleep. She will also be hospitalized for recovery. At least a week most likely, maybe longer.”

“Mama’s gonna be okay?” Jack pipes up.

“Yes, she is buddy,” Aaron replies, ruffling his hair. “Thanks to that doctor.”

“Thanks for making my mama feel better.”

“You’re most welcome,” the surgeon replied. “You and your dad can go visit her now. The rest of you will have to wait. She needs her rest. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you doctor,” Aaron says, shaking his hand with a sigh of relief.

“You go Aaron,” Rossi encourages, clapping him on the shoulders before he even had a chance to turn around. “Go see your wife and baby. We’ll wait.”

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Entering your hospital room, Aaron thought your sleeping face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Sitting on the side of your hospital bed, he grabbed hand as you stirred awake.

“Hello Angel,” he murmurs as you take everything in. “You gave us quite a scare,” he mentions, softly caressing your face.

“The baby,” you whisper, touching his hand.

“Ssssshhhh,” he soothes. “The baby is fine. She’s in the nursery. You just rest okay?”

Instant relief washes over your face. “Jack?”

“I’m right here mama!” he exclaims, scrambling into Aaron’s lap.

“I want to see the baby,” you tell Aaron.

“I know darling, but you really need your rest.”

“I NEED to see her, Aaron.” You plead.

Taking the hint, he begins to rise. “Jack why don’t you stay with mama, while I go talk to the nurse, okay?”

“Okay Daddy,” he agrees, climbing in the bed next to you.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better mama,” Jack says, looking up at you with the sweetest face.

“Me too, baby,” you reply. “Are you ready to meet your sister?”

“Yeah!” he exclaims with a look of excitement. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course you can buddy, as long as you’re careful,” Aaron replies as he re-enters the room. “The nurses are bringing her down.”

A few minutes later a nurse arrives holding a tiny pink blanket. “Who wants to hold her first?” She inquires.

“You should hold her first, Aaron,” you suggest.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he insists. “You’ve been the strongest, bravest mom I know already. You should hold her first.”

As the nurse places the tiny, squirming bundle with her father’s dark hair in your arms, all the stress and chaos of the day seems to just melt away.

As you free a tiny hand from the swaddle so she can grasp your finger, her eyes flutter open.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” you wonder aloud.

“Absolutely lovely,” Aaron muses, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Just like her mother.”

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Meanwhile, cooped up in the waiting area, the BAU team began to grow restless.

“Maybe we should get out of the hospital and go shopping while we wait,” Garcia suggests. “I think Y/N deserves all the gifts and pretty things today.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” JJ questions.

“TARGET RUN!” all three women exclaim in unison.

They all wandered the aisles like kids in a candy store.

“I’m getting her balloons,” Penelope says. “Like so many pink balloons. Nobody can feel bad with that many balloons.”

“Flowers,” Rossi chimes in. “We should get her plenty of flowers to make the room cheerful.”

“We’ll have to get those from hospital gift shop,” JJ comments.

“I’d want chocolate,” Emily suggests. “Chocolate helps everything.”

“Look,” Morgan says, showing a pink stuffed bunny to Garcia. “It’s cute right? For the baby?”

“It’s perfect, Derek,” she assures, grabbing his hand. “Very cute.”

“Oh, a memory book,” Reid mentions. “So they can write down details every day.”

“Leave it to the genius to pick out a book,” Morgan jokes with a playful shove.

“Settle down, boys.” JJ cuts in. “As much as I’m sure she’ll appreciate the pretty gifts, she did just have a baby,” she reminds the group. “She needs some practical things too, trust me.” As she picks out a blanket and a pacifier, Henry begins to grow restless. As she picked up a snack for him, another idea crossed her mind.

“We should get something for Jack, too,” she thought aloud. “LEGOs. He loves LEGOs. And some gummy bears.”

A sudden ringing startles everyone.

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” Garcia commands as she puts the phone on speaker. “It’s Y/N! Quiet!”

“Hello my angel dear,” she lilts, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m very tired, but otherwise happy and healthy,” you report. “Is everyone with you?”

“We’re all here,” JJ chimes in.

“Hi everyone!” You reply. “In that case, I have news. The nurses have said that we’re allowed to have visitors first thing in the morning, if you’d like to see our newest addition.”

“Oh, wild horses could not keep us away, ma’am.” Penelope assures. “We’ll see you all bright and early.”

“Not too early, Penny,” you remind her. “You gotta give me a chance to wake up first.”

“Right, sooooo 10am then?”

“It’s a date.”

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That evening, you soaked up as much family time as possible before the wave of visitors began. Aaron was a natural, as you’d known he would be from seeing him with Jack.

Watching him with the baby was quickly becoming your favorite pastime. The look of sheer enchantment on his face as he held her close and rocked her made you fall a little more in love with him every moment.

“Daddy loves you so much,” he coos to the tiny bundle in his arms.

“What?” he questions as he catches you watching.

“Oh nothing,” you reply, ruffling Jack’s hair as he slept by your side. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”

“I think it’s me who got lucky. I thought I’d never love again. I was so closed off. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life as a single dad, doing everything on my own. Now,” he chokes out, “now I’d fall apart without you.”

“Good thing you’ve got two of us now to keep you boys in line then,” you return with a wicked grin. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger already.”

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When you awoke the next morning, you were greeted by the most beautiful sight. Aaron still asleep in the recliner next your bed, his arm cradling the sleeping baby on his chest. While you hated to disturb the peaceful scene, you knew the team would be arriving as soon as the clock struck 10.

“Aaron,” you whisper. “Aaron, wake up,” slightly louder this time. He stirs awake, moving slowly so as not to wake the sleeping child.

“What is it babe?”

“The team will be here soon,” you inform him.

“Ah. I should go get ready,” he replies.

“Mama, can I hold her while dad gets ready?” Jack asks, startling the both of you.

“Oh buddy, I didn’t realize you were awake,” you say to him. “Of course you can hold her if you want.”

Jack scrambled into your lap as Aaron rounded the bed.

“Just be really careful with her bud,” Aaron reminds him as he settles the baby on his lap.

“I will dad,” he replies.

As Aaron walked away, the baby’s eyes fluttered open and she let out a small cry.

“Here, why don’t you give her a pacifier?” you suggest.

“Sssshhhh, don’t cry,” he says, giving her the pacifier, and then softly stroking her head.

“What do you think about your baby sister, Jack?”

“She’s pretty, Mama, just like you.”

“Thank you baby,” you reply. “That’s very sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too, mama.”

“And I love you all,” Aaron adds.

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A short while later, a knock at the door alerts you that your visitors have arrived.

“You ready for this?” Aaron asks as he walks to the door.

“I’ve never been more ready. I just know they’re gonna be so in love with her.”

Aaron opens the door and the team flows in with their myriad of gifts.

Penelope hands off her bouquet of balloons to Derek and rushes over to hug you.

“Oh Y/N,” she gushes, cupping your face. “You look beautiful. It’s so good to see you, we were all worried sick.”

“Thank you Penny,” you reply, eyeing the room. “I’m assuming the shopping spree was your idea.”

“Oh shush woman,” she scolds. “You deserve it. We wanted your room to cozy and pretty because we heard you’re going to be here for a while. Sue us.”

“Thank you all for the gifts, you really didn’t have to do any of that,” you reply, tearing up as you address the whole room. “Just being there for us when we needed you the most was all we could ask for and you’ve gone above and beyond.”

“This is the least we could do, really,” JJ assures, softly rubbing your hand.

“Oh fine, be modest if you insist,” you reply with an eye roll. “I’d open all the gifts now, but I imagine you’re all much more interested in our slightly earlier than anticipated arrival.”

Seemingly for the first time since they came in, everyone notices Aaron’s presence and the little pink bundle in his arms.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” you continue, “the announcement you’ve all been waiting for. Introducing Miss Savannah Rose.”

“What a lovely name,” Emily chimes in.

“Thank you,” Aaron cuts in. “We would have told you all sooner but we actually just decided on it while we were here,” he says beaming down at his perfectly content infant daughter. “You can all hold her if you like.”

“I’m sure we’d all love to,” JJ replies, “but i think we should leave that you for now. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to spoil her rotten just as soon as she gets home.”

“Right! We just wanted to check on everyone and make sure you have everything you need,” Garcia adds.

“Well thanks to you guys, I think our hospital room is pretty well stocked. I just wish I could say the same for the nursery,” you say with a shrug.

“What’s wrong with the nursery?” Rossi inquires.

“I’m afraid that’s my fault,” Aaron admits. “Between me traveling so much for work and Y/N being pregnant and taking care of Jack, it got pushed to the wayside. I thought we had a bit more time.”

“Aaron, how many times do I have to tell you it’s not your fault?” you soothe, reaching for his hand. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“I know, I just wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

“It already is dear,” you assure him with a smile. “Why don’t you go get some coffee, you look exhausted.”

“Good idea babe,” he says, settling the baby into your arms.

“I could use a cup myself,” Morgan adds.

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“Derek, I need your help,” Aaron pleads, once out of earshot of the room.

“Of course man, anything you need.”

“We’re going to be in the hospital for about a week while Y/N recovers and I’m desperate to have a nice nursery for her when we get home, but I obviously can’t leave her alone. I know it’s a lot to ask, but is there anything you could do to help?”

“Sure thing man, don’t worry about it. That’s the best gift I could hope to give you.”

“You’re the best,” Aaron replies, slapping him on the shoulder. “Just don’t let Y/N find out, okay? I want it to be a surprise.”

“My lips are sealed,” Derek promises.

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That afternoon Derek had the whole team assembled in the nursery to get started.

“Alright everyone,” he begins, “We’ve got one week to make this the best surprise gift possible. Let’s make it happen.”

“What color should we paint it?” Penelope inquires.

“Got that covered already,” Derek replies while opening a paint can. “Purple. Hotch said it’s Y/N’s favorite color.”

“Oh Derek, it’s perfect!” she squealed, squeezing him tight. “She’s gonna adore it.”

“While the two of us are painting,” Penny addresses the group, “why don’t the rest of you do some some shopping?”

“Great idea, baby girl.” Morgan chimes in. “I think they’ve got the basics from the baby shower and I saw a crib and changing table in the garage, but I’m sure you guys can find things they’re missing.”

“Oh I think we’ve got this,” JJ states confidently. “Let’s get this show on the road,” she commands, herding Emily, Rossi, and Reid out the door.

When the group arrived back at the Hotchner house several hours later, the nursery walls were covered in a soft shade of lavender; as were Morgan and Garcia.

“I don’t know how you two managed to get any paint on the walls,” JJ said with a grin.

“Smile for the camera, you two,” Emily cuts in, snapping a picture on her phone as the couple hug and smile in their paint splattered clothes.

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The next day conversation flowed as team was busily assembling furniture. Rossi, Reid, and Morgan worked on the crib while Penny, Emily, and JJ tackled the changing table.

“Let me know if you ladies need any help,” Morgan mentions casually.

“Oh right,” Emily grumbles, “because OBVIOUSLY the women need a big, strong man’s help, right?”

“I didn’t say that,” Derek counters. “I was just offering.”

“Oh not only will we get ours done without your help, we’ll get it done faster,” Emily challenges.

“Oh yeah?”

“YEAH!” all three women reply in unison.

“You’re on,” Morgan accepts.

“Oh you’re so going down,” Penny taunts, throwing pieces of plastic wrapping at Derek.

“Losers buy sushi for lunch?” Rossi suggests.

“Oh that could be pretty expensive for you Dave,” JJ comments. “You sure you’re up for that?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Rossi says, rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Two hours later, as JJ and Emily were finishing up the crib, the men came dragging in, arms full of takeout bags.

“Say cheese!” Penelope squeals as she takes their picture. “For the bragging rights.”

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The next days were spent putting the finishing touches on the room.

A purple gradient butterfly mobile above the crib from JJ.

A bookshelf with a fully stocked library, specially selected by Reid. Emily places her floral covered photo album on top.

Lavender curtains with a shimmery overlay, Penelope’s contribution.

Derek’s stuffed bunny, carefully laid in a white gliding chair with purple cushions, which was generously paid for by Dave.

Derek lays a soft shag rug over the hardwood floor and drapes a plush floral blanket over the edge of the crib.

“I think that about does it, guys,” he says with a look of pride.

“You know, I bought them that photo album,” Emily comments, “it would be a shame if we didn’t put a few in there as a gift.”

“Yeah, but how do we get a picture of the whole group?” JJ wonders out loud.

“We could set a timer,” Penelope suggests.

“Yeah, but who sets the timer?” Reid asks, as he turns to see the whole group looking at him.

“Seriously guys?”

Between the camera falling over, closed eyes, and Spence not making it back before the timer, it took a few tries before there was a good group shot.

“And now a funny one,” Penny insists.

Once the photos, including the bloopers, have been printed and arranged in the album, JJ makes sure to write descriptions for each in the margins before setting it back on the shelf.

“Good job team,” Derek announces. “Our work here is done.”

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After all the chaos surrounding the birth and a full week in the hospital, nothing felt better than standing at the door of your house with the love of your life and your two beautiful children.

“You ready to finally get some rest, baby?” Aaron asks as he ushers you inside the house, one solid arm arm around the small of your back and Savannah in her carrier on the other.

“Yeah,” you sigh, dropping your purse on the coffee table and slipping off your shoes. “I just wish we didn’t still have to worry about the nursery,” you groan, plopping down onto the sofa.

“About that,” Aaron says with a mischievous grin, offering you his free hand.

“What are you up to, Aaron Hotchner?” You muse as he leads you down the hallway.

“Just trust me,” he assures, coming to a halt in front of the nursery door. “Close your eyes,” he requests.

“What is going on here?” you inquire again.

“Just close your eyes please, darling,” he asks. “For me.”

“Alright, alright,” you comply, “this better be good.”

“Don’t open them until I say so, okay?”

“Yes sir.”

With eyes closed and Jack close by your side, you hear the door open and the rustling of paper inside the room.

“Alright,” he whispers, sliding his arm around your shoulders. “Open your eyes.”

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fandoms-equal-life · 5 years

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Rewriting Their Stars Once Again - The Greatest Showman Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Family Matters

Originally Posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13365846/chapters/45440608#workskin

Summary: What will happen when Anne visits Phillip's family home?

Notes:

This took like 3 hours to write.

I wrote it at work and every time my co worker walked behind me I was worried he was reading it 😂 I don’t even know how I would explain myself.

Also let me know if the part where Anne visits the Carlyles’ is insensitive or weirdly worded. I might be big mouthed and opinionated, but I am not looking to offend anyone. I am only here to write fanfic to fulfill my lonely heart.

Also I am sorry I am so inconsistent. It is my goal this month to finish this fic and I am really trying to finish my goals for once! Thank you for the continued support!!❤️

The next two months were tough.

Anne was so sick, the morning sickness turned into all day sickness and there was not much food she could keep down. If Anne got out of bed for any other reason but to empty her stomach, it was a good day.

On top of that, her stomach was very large. She knew this should not be a shock to her, but when she sees herself in the mirror, she is still in disbelief. A seamstress came over just to make her custom dresses, and even P.T. used his childhood work as a tailor to make a couple items of clothing for her.

She needed to use the restroom all the time, her feet were getting larger, and her ankles and fingers were swelling. She had to start wearing her wedding ring on a chain around her neck.

The doctors’ visits every 2 weeks were difficult to endure. Dr. Turner would never let her walk in by herself, instead making her a wheelchair. Also, he could only give so much information about what was happening inside her body. Triplets were complicated for the highest paying doctor, let alone one who would see Anne.

But the hardest part of it all was Phillip could not always be there. With the circus struggling, he was swamped with work to make sure it is kept afloat.

Thankfully, she had a big family to fall back on. When Charity alone took her, the trips were fairly easy. Sometimes she had to bring the girls, which were usually filled with endless questions for the doctor, Helen once asking “Will all three of them come out at the same time?”

Charity had to leave the room with them before Dr. Turner could give an answer.

When Lettie brought her, she usually brought Tom along as backup. His loud mouth scared anyone away who might bring them trouble. Tom is so protective, that he stands directly outside the door during the checkups.

The other doctors and nurses tend to stay away on the days Lettie and Tom come along.

Do not even get Anne started about the time P.T., Caroline, and Helen accompanied her. The doctors requested that P.T. never step foot in their office again.

Even with all of this going on, Anne and Phillip were very excited. They wanted to grow their family, but, the looming danger of the end of the pregnancy and the delivery still loomed over the couple.

Anne and Phillip kept themselves distracted from this fact. They each joined the bet on which sex would outnumber the other (Anne thinks there will be more boys, while Phillip bet on more girls), Phillip and P.T. rearranged the furniture in the apartment to fit the three cradles, and Anne organized the gifts they were still receiving every day. The list of baby names becomes longer as the pregnancy becomes shorter. Anne likes family and classic names, but Phillip wants whole new names for his kids. Their family at the circus has new names suggestions every day, but only a few make it onto the real list, especially after Tom insisted that naming one of the potential boys after his horse in the show would be a great idea.

One night, when Anne and Phillip were sitting in their apartment, she asked why he was not in favor for family names.

“After that night at the theater, I have no desire to be associated with them anymore. The Carlyle name is something I wish I could rid myself of. I know they are going to take my last name, but other than that, I want something new.” Phillip explains with a soft smile. “I know that you never knew your mom and dad, but my family is not anything to be proud of.”

“Would you reconnect with your family if they came to you?” Anne asked.

“Maybe my little brother Daniel, but I’m not sure. Before I left and was disowned, he had rejected our father. I was the first born with all the privileges, and Daniel resented father for that. Last I heard that had all changed after he took my place as prize son with the inheritance. I assume he took my father’s side along with mother and the rest of my extended family, which is most likely why he did not attend our wedding.” Phillip told her.

Anne looked at him with soft, apologetic eyes. Anne knew that Daniel missing the wedding hurt Phillip. She thinks Phillip hoped for them to reconnect, that he could introduce Daniel to his new family and to the love of his life.

“But that is all behind me. Now I have a big and loving family and three little ones on the way.” Phillip says, kissing her protruding stomach. “Are you ready for bed?” he asks.

“Almost. You go get ready first then you can help me and my added baggage” she replied, pointing to her stomach.

He laughed and nodded, then walked into their bedroom, Anne got up to write a letter to their doorman to call a carriage for her as soon as Phillip walked out the door. She had a plan.

The carriage dropped Anne off at one of the largest houses she had ever seen.

It was beautiful.

The Carlyle house was painted all white, with big pillars holding up what Anne could only guess was 3 stories. They had big windows that would let plenty of natural light in, and Anne could see through the windows how ornate the inside looked. The lawn was well manicured, with flower bushes lining the front and big looming trees growing on the outside of the house, almost like a wall in between the other houses. She noticed that while it was stunning, that was negated by the cold atmosphere that seemed to surround the house.

As Anne was observing the house, she noticed one of workers in the lawn trimming the bushes. It was obvious that he was overworked and sunburnt, and most importantly:

He looked like her.

This brought her back to the reality of the situation. She was not home with her loving husband, or surrounded by her other oddities at the circus, she was standing in front of a wealthy white family’s home who, in another life, may have worked her as hard as the man she is looking at.

At this, she held herself as tall as the three children she was carrying would let her, put her hands clasped in front of her, and walked to the door.

The man in the lawn subtly glanced at her, not making any eye contact, as he probably does with all guests, until he noticed that Anne was not one of the Carlyle’s usual guests. He went to go help her up to the door, but she denied his help politely.

She would not be seen as weak. She was a woman on a mission, pregnant with three children or not.

Anne walked up to the door and knocked. A woman dressed in a maid’s uniform answered the door almost immediately. She also did not make eye contact with Anne when she first opened the door, but when the maid realized the difference between the color of Anne’s skin than the usual guest, she looked up in shock.

The maid was about to step out and close the door when Anne interjected “I am here to see Daniel Carlyle. It is urgent matter.”

The woman at the door glanced down at Anne’s pregnant stomach then back up at her. “Ms. I am sorry for any inconveniences Master Carlyle may have caused you, but you must leave immediately...”

Anne was about to put up a fight when she heard someone ask, “Mary who is at the door and why have you not let them in?”

Anne pushed pass the maid and stood in the doorway of the mansion in front of the person who was speaking.

Anne knew immediately it was Daniel.

His hair was a little lighter than Phillip’s and his face was not as clean cut. He was maybe a little shorter than Phillip, and a little leaner too. But his eyes were almost exactly the same, except for the fact they were cold and hard, while Phillip’s were warm and inviting.

Similar to how Phillip’s were when he first joined the circus.

Daniel stared back at her. Anne wondered if he knew who she was. But word travels fast through the wealthy people of New York; therefore, Anne realizes that the whole family must know of the pregnancy.

Anne sticks out her hand to Daniel. “Hello Mr. Carlyle. As you probably know, my name is Anne Wheeler and I am here to talk about your older brother.” Anne begins when they hear the footsteps of woman shoes coming towards them.

Daniel lunges at Anne and grabs her hand. “We must get you away from the door and away from mother. Mary close the door and tell her it was just the lawn man giving you an update about his work.”

Daniel shuffles her down a hall in the opposite direction, quickly pushing themselves into a spare bedroom, just as Anne heard what she assumes is Mrs. Carlyle asking what had happened at the door.

After he closed the door quietly, he turned around to face her. Anne had prepared a speech for Daniel. She had planned it to be polite and not so straightforward, so she could plant the seed in his head that his brother missed him.

“Hello, Mr. Carlyle. As you already know, I’m -” Anne began.

Daniel interrupted her. “I know who you are! You are one of the crazy people who brainwashed my brother to think it is okay to be disowned by his family. I used to doubt my father’s decision to take away his inheritance, but you, standing here carrying what I can only assume is his bastard child, I see now that he was correct. Whatever you came here for, money, help, protection, the Carlyle family will not give it to you or him. You need to leave this place immediately, the only reason I brought you into this room was to save you from mother’s wrath, as I am a gentleman. Do not ever come back, or else you will face even worse than me.”

Daniel looked pleased with himself, like he really thought that he put Anne in her place.

Anne does not know what came over her next, maybe rage at this man, love for her husband and her unborn children, or the hormones from pregnancy, but instead of leaving to cause less trouble, she yelled back,

“I did not sneak here without my husband’s knowledge, catch a rickety carriage while pregnant, and swallow my pride to visit the family that insulted Phillip and myself on what was supposed to be a happy night so I could ask for money or protection. I woke up and managed to get out of bed by myself to visit you, Daniel Carlyle, because my husband, your big brother, misses you to the point I think a part of his heart is missing.”

Daniel tries to interrupt her again, but Anne continues, “Phillip, the big brother that would comfort you after nightmares because your father and mother wouldn’t. The one who snuck you fantasy books while your teacher forced you to read nonfiction. The one who took a punch to the face after you stole from the biggest kid on your block, and, most importantly, the big brother that still loves you even though you obviously think so low of him.”

“I came here to tell you that right now, your big brother needs you. He is running a business all by himself while also having to worry about me and the three children I am carrying, and whether or not we will make it through the labor. So, Mr. Carlyle, I did not show up here today to ask for anything monetary, I traveled here because I thought my husband could benefit from a relationship with his brother, but I was obviously wrong.”

At that, she turned out and stormed out. Anne would be damned if she would wait for Daniel to check the hallways for a “safe” passage way for her. She did not mean to tell him the details of their life, but once she started talking, she could not stop. Today made her realize that the only place she is really safe is in the red and white striped tents.

Anne started seeing white around the corner of her eyes and her ears were ringing. She thought it was the rage, but after she walked out of the mansion, she felt herself becoming weak. All of the sudden her vision went black and she felt herself starting to fall. The last thing she heard was a male voice shouting “ANNE!”

Chapters 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~ 11

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kinglybella · 6 years

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Insanity (1)

A/N: Welcome to my twisted mind~ I got some major inspiration to write a well...very disturbing series.This is sorta an introduction chapter. Letting you get a feel for the characters and the setting. So please, grab some snacks and join the roller coaster.

AU!: Psychopath!Yandere!Minghao, Psychiatrist!Reader, Doctor!Jun

Warnings: Blood, Murder, Self harm (Mentioned), Cussing, Major heartache

Description: You never realized how stressful and dangerous your job as an asylum psychiatrist could be till a patient, Xu Minghao, gets admitted for murder. Your co-worker Wen Junhui insists the man is dangerous and needs to be locked away. However, something draws you near Minghao. But can you break free before it is too late?

~ Admin Bella

“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”

― Philip K. Dick

Your POV

Your shoes thumped against the pure, clean marble floors. Speckled with little grey specks. You passed several nurses, doctors, and psychiatrists like yourself. White coats and straight jackets found on every turn of a corner.

Some people would call you insane to actually desire to care for the insane. But you found a sense of comfort in it. You wanted to help people. You wanted to help them see reason and clarity. Be it that you are just a figure for them to trust and talk to, or medicine that you prescribe for them. Anyway they possibly could get better, you tried.

Your mother, in particular, wasn’t fond of your job, she swore up and down you would get yourself killed here. You brushed her off

“Mom, these people aren’t dangerous, they are hurt and they need my help.” you furrowed your eyebrows, placing your hands gently on her shoulders.

“I just worry for you. Those people-” she spat, making you flinch at her harsh tone.

“Those people are exactly what you just said. People. People who need help. I am done talking about this now.”

Remembering her face, her pained face as you refused to even consider what she was saying. It makes your heart hurt. You wish it wasn’t too late to apologize for your harshness in the past. Sighing and shaking your head, you pushed aside your regrets and thoughts. You looked down at your clip board, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you examine your next patient’s sheet.

Minghao Xu

Age- 20

Birthplace- China, Haicheng, Liaoning

Reason for Admission- manslaughter, suicide attempt, attacking officers when attempt was stopped.

Dangerous? - Yes, restraints are necessary at all times. Patient shows dangerous behavior to his nurses, doctor, and to himself.

You were startled out of your reading as suddenly your coat was tugged on. Jumping slightly with wide eyes, you look down at the blonde little girl.

“Eva!“ you breathed out, clutching your chest as your heart thumps heavily in your rib cage. “You scared me, hun,” you chuckled, kneeling down to her level after smiling softly at her nurse. “How are you doing today, honey?”

“I is okie” she smiled, her front tooth missing from her yanking it out. Per request from Raven... “Raven hasn’t spoke to me for a while, Miss Y/L/N” she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. Her hands clasped cutely behind her back.

“That is great, Eva. I know you are making great progress. I will see you later in the week, okay?” you patted the top of her head gently, rising back up.

“Okie, Miss Y/L/N” she waved before taking her nurse’s hand and skipping off to her room. Probably to color or nap. But you can’t be worrying about Eva right now. You rush quickly to your third office. You had several offices, each designed for certain types of patients. This Minghao fellow was currently in Office C, padded heavily with several cameras and secret alarm buttons everywhere. Office C was where usually you first meet your patients, then later you determined which office to continue seeing them at or which office they would be more comfortable in.

You thumbed in the code for the office, stepping inside before pushing the door closed. A soft beep ringing as the alarm sets. Turning around, you gave the man in front of you a friendly smile, taking a few short steps to sit down. You glanced down at your clipboard before back up at Minghao.

“How are you feeling today, Mr Xu?” you crossed your leg over the other, flipping to a clean sheet of paper, ready to jot notes down. He smirked lightly, trying to stretch within his straight jacket. His eyes roamed all over your body before settling to look directly into your eyes, making you shift under his gaze.

“How do you think I should feel?” he tilted his head, his smirk widening more and more into a full blown smile. “I am a murderer, a psychopath as some seem to be calling me.” A soft giggle escaped past his lips, causing a chill to go down your spine. “Quite an interesting term that one...Psy-Cho-Path” He sounded out slowly.

You cleared your throat, quickly jotting down his behavior before looking back up at him. “Mr. Xu-” you began only for him to cut you off with a loud sigh and a tough pull within his jacket. Irritation and anger forming on his face.

“Minghao. Call me Minghao, and only Minghao.” He snarled out, clearly taking a dislike to your formalities. Immediately that is something you note down. “Unless you have a name you would like to call me during fun times, Minghao is the only name I wish for you to call me” He purred, laving his tongue over his bottom lip.

He is going to be a tough one, you thought to yourself, making some more notes of his behavior.

“I will call you Minghao. And since we are patient and doctor, there will be no ‘fun’ times as you call them” you smile politely before checking the clock. Thirty minutes left to this introduction session. “Now I have to ask some mandatory questions, Minghao-” you flipped a page on your clip board, examining it before looking back up at him, “Do you hear voices?”

He tilts his head in thought before grinning, “Sometimes”

“What do they tell you? Do they tell you to do anything?”

“They tell me about ways I could make you orgasm ” he threw his head back and cackled as if he just told the greatest joke in the world. You, however, sighed and jotted down his lewd behavior.

"Do they tell you to do anything violent. To yourself or others?" You peered up from your clipboard, raising an eyebrow.

"One voice told me I should slit the throat of my neighbors dog, that would get the mangy mutt to shut the fuck up." He stared up at the ceiling in thought. Looking semi-peaceful despite the circumstances.

"And did you?"

"Of course, but also that voice was my own train of thought" his focus went from the ceiling to you, the corner of his lips tugging into a wicked smile. A chill went down your spine, lacing your skin with goosebumps. You swallowed your fear and discomfort down. Reading a note left by his doctor after being brought in, you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

Patient has several scars lacing his wrists, when questioned by this, he claimed to be releasing himself. Research into his profile, before the murder, shows a hospital stay after hitting a vein.

“Was your home life abusive?” you set your clipboard down on your lap, clasping your hands together. “Usually those that harm themselves live in a harmful household.. Was yours harmful, Mr- Minghao?” you forced yourself to smile, calling him by his first name.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe I have no family. Maybe I was sent from Hell” he laughed, settling further into the couch. His black bangs covering his eyes. “Maybe I am the antichrist.”

You decided not to comment on that one, just quietly noting down his behavior. You set your clipboard down yet again, studying his face. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that. But you weren’t an agency for models, you were a psychiatrist, and you were studying your patient.

“You were diagnosed with schizophrenia, do you agree with this?” you tilted your head at him, and you watched as he did the same to you with a smirk. However, he never answered. Just simply stared at you. “Minghao?” raising an eyebrow, you questioned.

“I don’t know~ Do you agree with it? I am sure you are very familiar with it...” he sneered. You opened your mouth to answer, but you were quickly cut off by the alarm beeping throughout the room. Signaling the end of your session. Two men wearing white uniforms quickly walked in, grabbing Minghao by his elbows and roughly lifting him up off the couch. You would have snapped at them to be more gentle, however, this pang in your chest stopped you from speaking. You didn’t understand his statement.

“See ya later, love” he smiled widely, dementedly. He wanted to get under your skin, and boy was he doing a good job of it.

You work with a lot of mentally ill. That is all he meant by it. You kept telling yourself that as you watched the workers usher Minghao out. He walked past you and chuckled, throwing his head back. Enjoying his effect on you. After his laughter rang through your ears, you cleared your mind and straightened your back, walking out after them. But you couldn’t quite shake him off. The feeling he gave you. This sense of-

“Y/N, watch out!” a familiar voice shouted. Whipping your head up, you came in contact with a very annoying pillar in the middle of the walk way. A structural beam that had to stay in it’s burdensome position. You groaned in pain, already expecting a bruise to show up on your forehead in the morning.

“Y/N, are you okay? Where were you?” the voice comes up beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Peeking through your fingers you see Jun shaking his head disapprovingly at you.

“Where do you think I was? I had a patient, moron” you huffed at your friend and co-worker. Jun was slender, yet still had muscles that rippled his clothing. You couldn’t deny your attraction to your friend, but who wasn’t attracted to him? He was a walking angel. You two met shortly after you took the job. You were sitting alone in the cafeteria, scared of what you had gotten yourself into. That was the first and only time you were scared. Jun came up and asked if the seat in front of you was taken. You remember thinking how he wouldn’t shut up. He spilled his whole backstory to you that lunch hour. How he use to work in pediatrics for mentally ill kids, all the way to how he ended up here.

“I am Jun. I just transferred here...And you are?” He asked, his eyes gentle, brown hair messily covering his forehead. You felt safe with him, though you think he runs his mouth too much. But nerves can do that to a person, and you were trained to listen.

“I am Y/N, nice to meet you, Jun” you smiled politely before returning to push your lettuce around your salad bowl. Hunger being the last thing on your mind, you were being presented your first patient today, and the word “nervous” couldn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling. Maybe your mother was right.

“I feel like we are going to be good friends, you and I”

Sure we are, you thought sarcastically to yourself. You always preferred to be alone.

“I meant mentally, you smart ass” he snorted, patting the top of your head, breaking you yet again out of your thoughts. “You seem so deep in thought? What’s going on in that head of yours?” he motioned for you to begin walking again. So you did, and he followed along side you.

“Oh.. I just had a new patient. He is interesting to say the least.” you shook your head, feeling a chill wave over your body. You quickly wrapped your arms around your body, hugging yourself to bring extra warmth. Sometimes this place feels so cold. You only wonder how the patients look at it.

“How interesting?”

“He murdered a woman who was walking with her baby in a stroller-” grimacing for a second, you continued your thought, “It appears he did it for no reason. He later tried to kill himself.”

“Holy shit.” Jun shook his head, “Even as a doctor, I sometimes don’t get it.”

You looked up at him, sighing before looking ahead. A nurse quickly jogged up to you, smiling formally.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I have that paperwork you requested for yesterday on the Peterson case.” she handed you the tan folder, filled with copies of paperwork on another patient of yours. Jun folded his arms and stared down at her, expecting a formality, however, he oddly received none.

“Thank you, Michelle. I badly needed these” You smiled, watching her nod before retreating back to her station. Looking up at Jun, you snickered. “What was that about?”

He shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulders, completely abandoning business ethics. “I took her out last Saturday, forgot my wallet.” You smacked his arm off your shoulder all while laughing. Tears building in your eyes.

“You made the poor woman pay?” wiping your eyes, you sighed in humor. “That is too good”

“I am just pissy I didn’t get laid.”

“I am sure you are. Now if you don’t mind, I have a job to get to.” Raising his hands in surrender, he backed down a hall, smiling one last time before leaving to his own office. Unlocking your office door, you rubbed your face, wincing as you rub the sore spot on your forehead. Your office was neat and tidy...as it could be. The blinding, white walls often gave you a headache, a little potted plant sitting on your cherry oak desk, and several bookshelves littered the walls. It definitely looked like a psychiatrist’s office.

And in this silent office of yours, you couldn’t block out the tormenting sound of Mr. Xu’s laughter, and the sentence-

I am sure you are very familiar with it

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solange-lol · 6 years

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you look like friday night

Summary: The empty apartment that Nico shares with Will seemed to be bigger than normal. With Will home, the place seemed to be the perfect size for them. With Will down in Texas visiting his family, their apartment seemed as big and empty as Nico’s own giant house back in New York. "What’s up?” Will asked, answering his call. “Nothing, I just missed you,” Nico admitted. He was feeling extra lonely today. “I was thinking about the night we first met.” Will laughed. “That literal frat party that we both were dragged to?”

Words: 2,101

Prompt: “Free AU” for Day 4 of Solangelo Week

Note: ty to cj aka buoyantsaturn who is in fact a college student and taught me about college drinking like three months ago when i first started this since i am too young and innocent. youre efforts are appriciated

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Funny how the quiet ringing of an iPhone can echo so loudly around their home. The empty apartment that Nico shares with Will seemed to be bigger than normal. It is on the larger side for two poor college kids, especially if one is a med student. However, right now Nico isn’t fully paying for this apartment, but rather his rich father. He thought they deserved a nice home together, and he was helping them out a bit until the two men had stable enough jobs to pay for it themselves.

With Will home, the place seemed to be the perfect size for them. With Will down in Texas visiting his family, their apartment seemed as big and empty as Nico’s own giant house back in New York.

Thankfully, Will’s face picking the FaceTime was able to make Nico’s heart swell; he nearly forgot about how he had to spend the next three days alone.

“Hey, babe,” Will’s staticky voice came through, causing Nico to smile.

“Hey. Are you good to talk?”

“Yeah, it’s only quarter to 4 here. What’s up?” Will’s voice sounded mildly concerned. They both knew that Nico usually only called when something was bothering him.

“Nothing, I just missed you,” Nico admitted. He was feeling extra lonely today. “I was thinking about the night we first met.”

Will laughed. “That literal frat party that we both were dragged to?”

♪

“We can’t even find a place to park,” Nico complained as Jason drove in circles. “Why did you even drive anyway? You know well enough that none of us are going to be sober enough to drive back.”

“Dude, are you saying you won’t be our driver?” Percy whined in the passenger's seat.

“Hell no, I’ll either be fucked up or had left by the end of the night. Probably both.”

Jason turned around in his seat, giving Nico a very “stern mom” look. “No way are you abandoning us tonight; we brought you here in the first place to have fun with us tonight. No more sulking in your dorm listening to Panic! At the Disco.”

“Brendon Urie is a god, shut up”

♪

Nico laughed too. “Yeah. Percy and Jason dragged me there-”

“And I lost a bet to Lou Ellen and Cecil, and they forced me.” Will finished with a smile.

♪

The walk to the frat house wasn’t long, but it was too long for Will’s liking. Why was he even going to this party anyway? Oh right, because he bet on Lou Ellen being able to get a girl to ask her out before Cecil could. Drunk straight girls were dumb.

“Lighten up, Solace,” Cecil poked him in the shoulder. “We’re just trying to have some fun tonight; the three of us back at it again, just like high school!”

“If this is ‘just the three of us,’ then why aren't we playing a board game or something in my dorm?”

“Will honey, if your idea of fun on a Friday night is a board game, we have some work to do with you,” Lou Ellen said, rolling her eyes.

♪

“I guess I walked in just after you because I went to get a drink and you were already in the kitchen,” Will said, voice already far away.

♪

Will was not going to lie and say he’s never noticed Nico before because he definitely has. (He’s noticed him enough to know his name).

They have a few classes together. Sociology and political science. Will has no idea what Nico is getting his degree in though because he hasn’t had the courage to talk to him. His eyes were dark and glistened like broken glass; he could death stare like no other even if it was directed towards what Will assumed to be his close friends.

However, no amount of intimidation ever stopped Will from staring at the back of this man’s head from across the classroom.

Apparently, this was Will’s chance to make an impression.

He took a sip of his drink before walking over. “Hey. Nico, right?” he asks.

Startled at the sudden conversation, the Italian looks up. “Di Angelo, yeah. How did you know?” he asks.

“We have sociology class together.”

“Oh, can’t believe I’ve never met you before.” (That stung a little bit). “And your name is..?”

“Will. Will Solace, I’m studying for a degree in nursing.”

Nico smiled, and Will’s heart melted a little inside.“Nice to meet you, Will.”

♪

“And then,” Will laughs. “After meeting me for the first time; you asked me the most bizarre questions in the history of First Impression Questions.”

Nico felt his cheeks flush. “Shut up. It was a legit question, and I still stand by it.”

♪

“Do you think they had this vodka in the freezer beforehand?”

Will nearly choked on his drink. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you think they had the vodka in the freezer? It won’t burn as much then when you drink it,” Nico said raising the cup to his lips. Judging by his expression when he swallowed, Will took a guess and decided that it, unsurprisingly, hadn’t been.

“I don’t think anybody knows about that hack but you,” Will chuckled, sipping the cheap beer from his own cup.

“I can’t be, my friend Reyna taught that trick to me. Though she can handle most pain, so who knows if it really works.”

“Did she come here with you?” Will said, praying silently that it would be a no.

To his relief, it was. “Nope, my to friends, Jason and Percy, forced me along.”

“Oh, me too. I lost a bet, actually.” Will sighed. “Speaking of which, do you want to get out of here? Go on a walk or something?”

♪

“You were so smooth,” Nico rolled his eyes. “Asking me to ‘go on a walk’ with you.”

“Granted, you were the one who cut your knees open. You basically forced me to bring you back to my dorm,” Will said, eyes sparkling when Nico started sputtering defensively.

♪

The night air was brisk and refreshing compared to how stuffy it was inside. Both men had abandoned the house after a few drinks. It left them to walk alongside each other. The narrow sidewalk meant their hand occasionally brushed, though they both pretended not to notice.

Then, disaster struck.

In his tipsy shuffle, Nico scuffed the front of his shoe on a crack in the sidewalk, causing him to trip and fall face first onto the sidewalk. Neither Will nor Nico could process what just happened until Nico muttered “fuck,” shaking out the wrist he had fallen on. The pavement had scraped both of his knees which were already exposed from his ripped jeans.

“Fucking hell,” Nico muttered again. “I don’t remember it hurting this much when I was younger.”

Will chuckled for a second before his eyes caught sight of Nico’s knees; one of which was already dripping blood

“Ah shit,” he muttered, mind quickly spinning through ideas of what he could do. “My dorm is close,” he said, voice regaining a normal volume. (Granted, he wasn’t actually sure of this or not. But it was definitely around here somewhere).

Nico nodded quickly. “Yeah, okay.”

♪

“You did a pretty terrible job fixing me up,” Nico said. “I still have a scar on my knee from that night.”

Now it was Will’s turn to roll his eyes. “That wasn’t even a full three years ago. It’ll fade eventually.”

“Plus I think your scars are hot,” he added at his boyfriend’s pout.

“Shut up,” Nico muttered, cheeks still flushing at that statement even after three years.

♪

To be honest, Nico doesn’t really know who leaned in first. Maybe they both did at the same time. Really, he just knows that one second he was thanking Will for bandaging his cut, and the next second their lips were suddenly connected.

None of it really mattered anyway because whoever this guy was; he was an amazing kisser. He wouldn’t really mind having to kiss Will forever.

Nico is surprised, honestly, that he’s never noticed Will and his cute curly head before. Apparently, he’s been sitting behind him all year. But that doesn’t matter either because Will is running his hands through Nico’s hair and it feels so fucking good. They had somehow stumbled their way, lips still moving with one another, so that Nico was being pressed up against the wall next to Will’s bed. (He was praying that Will’s roommate wasn’t planning on being back anytime soon).

Nico’s breath hitched as Will’s head shifted. He softly ran his own lips down Nico’s cheek, tracing his jawline and dropping to his neck and collarbone. He let out a noise, high pitched and needy as Will pressed his leg in between his thighs, creating delicious pressure.

Nico pushed forward off the wall but kept him and Will connected. They stumbled backward until Will’s legs his the edge of the bed. He fell back on top of it; Nico falling on top of him. It broke them apart for only a few seconds before Will’s lips found his once again.

Will’s hands traveled down to Nico’s waist; fingers slipping under the fabric of his shirt. He was slowly pulling up Nico’s shirt when Nico placed a hand on his chest, pulling back. “Will,” he gasped. “Stop for a second.”

Will immediately pulled back, breathing hard as he fell flat next to Nico. He wasn’t worried. Nico’s voice wasn’t scared or angry; it just sounded like he needed to tell Will something. Or maybe his drunk brain was just ridding his body of any anxiety.

“I want this. I want you, but not like this.” Nico sighed. “I don’t want this to be just another hookup; I want to this for real. I want to get to know you. I want-” he stopped for a second as if carefully choosing what to say next. “I want you.”

♪

“You said, and I quote,” Nico was snorting by this point. “That dating me would be totally tubular.” He could see Will covering his flushed face with his hands, which only made him laugh harder.

“In my defense,” Will whispered through giggles. “I was very drunk. And if I recall, you responded by giving me a thumbs up and a ‘cool beans’.”

It only made them both laugh harder.

♪

Nico woke up in warm arms. His immediate reaction was to jump out of bed and get far away, far from here, but his sleepy senses only wanted to sink into the warmness more. Not to mention a pounding headache he had, no doubt from how much he drank last night.

He was wearing clothes at least, which was a good song. Granted, they weren’t his clothes. He would never own a shirt in this shade of pink, and the sweatpants he was wearing were about 5 sizes too long. They were still clothes, though. He would take that over no clothes any day.

As he began to wake up more, his memories slowly were flowing back. The party. Coming back to this dorm. The confession. And that the person whose arms he was sleeping in was, in fact, Will’s.

“Shit,” he mumbled quietly, trying his best not to wake Will as he reached for his phone. He switched it on to reveal many texts, more from Jason than Percy, but the effort was definitely there.

He could feel Will stirring next to him. “What’s up?” he mumbled sleepily. Nico couldn’t help but smile at him fondly.

“Jason must have sent me 50 texts alone just asking where I was. How do I explain to him that I’m in bed with a cute boy?”

Will smiled and kissed his temple. “That’s the best part. You don’t.”

♪

“As much as I would love to continue this,” Will smiled fondly at Nico, who could spot the sadness lurking in his eye from a mile away. “The mother would like me to go walk the dog with her so we can ‘catch up.’”

“Go,” Nico said. “Catch up while you can. It’s only three more days.”

“Yeah. It’ll be totally tubular to see you again,” Will smirked.

“Cool beans indeed,” Nico said with a harmless roll of his eyes. “I love you, sunshine.”

“I love you too, ghost king,” Will said, so genuine that it nearly made Nico cry. The screen froze, capturing Will’s soft smile, before it was gone, leaving Nico to stare at Will’s contact photo.

He was so in love with that boy. If the next three days didn’t kill Nico, then Will definitely would.

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frostedlover · 6 years

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Smoke and Mirrors

I have other fics I should be working on. But here I am writing another Anxiey!Virgil Sanders hurt/comfort cause that’s all I have inspiration for. Thank you very much Roman… Any who, this fic is inspired by the YouTube video ‘SANDER SIDES - Good For You ANIMATIC {SMOKE AND MIRROR AU}’ by \\Radiance\\ I absolutely loved this video when I first saw it and I wanted to continue the story with my own sappy happy ending even if it is simply headcannon. Be sure to watch her video and give her some love. But any who! Onto the fic!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dns1_f4po54

Warning: Mentions of abuse, rape, general self hatred.

*Line Break*

Virgil sat in his chair staring out the window at the rain pouring down. He hadn’t been the same since the… incident. He took a shaky breath and ran his hands through his hair as he withheld the tears that wanted to spill down his cheeks. It had been what… Three months since the others had discovered the game Deceit had been playing? He let out a soft snort, he lost everything that day, his friends… His finance.

He stiffened when he felt someone behind him, arms winding around him in a fashion that should have comforting, but he knew too well this was all just a game to the sick man. His shoulders began to shake slightly and he let out a soft cry of pain and anger, only to hear a soft hushing noise. “I was only trying to prove they didn’t care my dear… Now we can be happy together, like it should be.” Deceit whispered in the young man’s ear.

Virgil didn’t know what it was, but he found his fear once again replaced with anger. He roughly pushed the man behind him back and leapt from his chair. He had tears streaming freely down his face now, but whether they were from the pain in his heart, or the anger in his soul he couldn’t tell you.

“Just shut up!” He yelled, his body shaking heavily as he held himself together. “Of course they left! I hurt them! I let you manipulate me like a puppet on a string just like you wanted! Well guess what?! I may have lost them but that doesn’t mean I have to stick around with the likes of you!” Virgil went to march past his old co-worker when he felt a strong hand on his arm.

His anger quickly flushed away as he gaze turned up to face an expression of pure rage. Deceit leaned close and practically growled at the young man. “If I can’t have you… No one can.” Virgil felt a flash of searing pain, and then everything faded to black.

*Line Break*

Roman sat in his living room with Patton and Logan, trying desperately to lift his spirits enough that he didn’t bring his friends down. He continued to glance at the armchair sitting beside the coffee table by the window, not one dared to sit there anymore, it was too much pain. He turned his focus back toward the movie slowly, Mulan playing across the large screen.

The air was tense around the three friends, even Patton had no idea how to fix the pain they were all feeling, none of them expected Virgil’s betrayal. Even now though, something had just seemed off about their confrontation with the old friend, he hadn’t tried to deny his actions, or even fight back. He just looked… scared.

He was pulled from his thoughts rapidly when Roman’s phone began to ring. Said male pulled it out and gazed at the screen with a puzzled expression before pausing the movie and answering the call. “Hello?” He asked confusion clear from his tone. Logan and Patton gazed at him from their seats, their own expressions showing varying levels of confusion.

“Roman Prince?” The voice on the other end asked. It was a female, but she didn’t sound at all familiar to the young man. But they obvious didn’t have the wrong number.

“Yes this is he… May I ask who is calling?”

“My name is Katherine Lockwood. I’m a nurse at StoryBrooke hospital. I’m calling in regards to a Virgil Sanders, he has you listed as his emergency contact.” The woman explained.

Roman felt the air seize up in his lungs at the name. “Oh uh alright… What is it exactly that you need?” He asked, his voice raising an octave slightly at the nerves that bundled in his stomach.

“Mr. Sanders presented in the ER about an hour ago with severe trauma. He requested no one be contacted by his condition took a turn for the worse and we are required to notify his medical proxy. Which is why I’m calling, I’m going to need you to come in.” Nurse Lockwood explained, keeping herself as calm as she could as she gazed at the beaten form in the cot across from the desk. She was about to continue when a machine in Virgil’s room started to beep loudly. She dropped the phone and went running toward the room, but even then the words she yelled were as clear as if she were still holding the phone. “Someone get a crash cart we’re losing him!” Then the line went dead.

Roman didn’t move for a long moment, he simply held the phone to his ear and stared off into space. Logan pushed up his glasses and leaned forward. “Roman… Is everything alright?” He asked, his voice calm as he gauged his friend for a reaction.

However this was all Roman needed to spring up and begin moving. He grabbed his keys and jacket before yanking on his shoes, tears were streaming down his face. He was about to head out the door when Patton grabbed his arms. The emotional man never even got a chance to speak before Roman croaked out. “Virgil... hospital… something’s wrong.” He pushed his friend aside as gently as he could in his state and took off running. He didn’t know why he thought the other two wouldn’t join him, but he was glad when Logan caught up to him and grabbed his keys.

“You’re in no shape to drive… Get in.” The logical friend said sternly before climbing into the driver’s seat. Patton and Roman wasted no time getting into the car as well. After all, they had somewhere to be.

*Line Break*

Roman practically dove from the car when they got to hospital, not evening waiting for them to come to a complete stop. He ran inside the hospital and into the ER, his eyes scanning the room quickly until they landed on the trauma bay doors. Inside was the man he loved more than anything, though he was barely recognizable under the bruises and cuts littering his body.

He was sprinting toward the room when someone caught his arm. “Excuse me but where are you going?” A stern voice asked. Nurse Lockwood held his arm tightly as she looked over the man sprinting toward her number one patient. She wasn’t about to let the poor boy get hurt on her watch.

“I’m Roman Prince you called me.” Roman explained as quickly as possible as his eyes flickered between the bay and the nurse holding his arm. Upon understanding the grip was loosened slightly as the woman followed his gaze.

“I have some paper work I need you to fill out before you can see him.” She said softly, her voice coming off much more kind. “Come one, sooner we get this done the better.” She led him to the counter and was shifting through what she needed signed when Patton and Logan burst in, panting slightly. She raised a brow and was about to inquire who exactly they were when Patton let out a noise of despair.

“Verge… Oh my god what’s happened to you?” He whispered his voice cracking slightly as his knees gave way under him from shock. Logan caught him and lowered him gently into a chair, though he couldn’t take is eyes off the poor sight of their friend either.

“Friends of yours I’m assuming?” Nurse Lockwood asked as she glanced at Roman who simply nodded before turning back to the papers he needed to sign. He kept gazing back at Virgil, he looked so much smaller than he remember. Had he really changed so much in three months?

He swallowed thickly and held the pen a bit tighter when he finally found voice enough to ask. “What… What happened?” He asked not having the courage to look up at nurse.

The woman gave a small sigh. “He stumbled into the ER on his own a little over an hour ago, as I told you on the phone. He was bleeding heavily and to be honest I’m unsure how he was even moving, between blood loss and the broken bones it honestly should have been impossible.” She stepped away to put the paper work into the files before motioning the group toward Virgil’s bay. Once the group was inside she closed the door behind them to give them privacy. “He kept telling us not to call anyone, and we had to comply with his wishes until he was medically unfit to make decisions for himself, when he lost consciousness I called you immediately. Whatever happened to him, this obliviously wasn’t the first time.” She explained, paying no heed when the three men in the room gasped in shock.

“When caring for him, when found signs of abuse that were months old, we even discovered some…” She sighed and looked at the boy on the bed, he looked so young. “Some signs of sexual abuse as well.” She didn’t even have to look up to see Roman was angry, she could feel the waves coming off of him. “For his benefit we placed him in a medically induced coma until he’s healed more. His body wouldn’t have otherwise been able to function. I can’t tell you when he will wake, or if he will be the same when he does. But… here.” She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Roman. “We found it on him when we were getting him out of his clothes. It had your name on it so I figured he meant it for you.” She cleared her throat slightly, “I’ll be outside if you need me.” She said before stepping out leaving the three men alone.

Roman stared down at the letter for a moment before slowly opening it to read what was inside.

‘Hey Princey… If you’re reading this I assume Deceit managed to follow through with his threat. I really made him mad this time, but apparently I’m good at that. I wanted needed you to know the truth, because even though you should hate me, I just need some closure you know? I still love you, more than anything. Everything that happened three months ago was my fault, I shouldn’t have listened to Deceit but he had so much on me… I was scared Ro, and I didn’t know how to tell you I fucked up, so I let it get worse. Those letters Pat and Lo found, they were all fake to keep him happy, to keep me safe. You were never supposed to see them. I know that sounds incriminating but I don’t know how else to explain it. He had already proved he was stronger than me once… I didn’t want it to happen again. Tell Pat and Lo how sorry I am alright? And tell them how much I love them, because I think… I don’t think I’m gonna get the chance to ever tell them again. Just know I love you… I love you so much it hurts, and I’m sorry I hurt you… Guess this is my punishment, can’t say I didn’t deserve it. With love- Hot Topic’

Roman didn’t even notice the tears in his eyes until one hit the page. He dropped the paper and backed away from it for a moment before rushing over to Virgil and grabbing his hand. “You listen to me Mr. Panic at the Everywhere. You’re going to wake up and get better. And I’m never gonna let you leave my side again, you understand?” He said his voice cracking as he slowly brought a hand up to brush Virgil’s hair from his face. “Just come back to me.”

Logan and Patton stood back watching for a moment before Logan grabbed the letter. His eyes scanned it quickly, and you could see the rage boiling inside him. He slammed the page down before storming out, he couldn’t stay in there. He should have seen the signs… He should have known. He sank down against the wall outside and pulled his glasses off as tears wet his cheeks.

Patton picked up the letter next, his hands shaking. He read it a little slower than Logan did, and he didn’t hide the tears the confession brought. “I knew something was wrong… I knew it.” He whispered before sitting in the chair in the corner and just letting his head fall into his hands. He begged silently that whatever it was out there that watched them, to bring their Virgil back to them.

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Two months and eleven days, that’s how long Roman had been waiting for Virgil to wake up… Not that he was counting or anything. He was sitting beside the man’s bed, reading softly from Virgil’s favorite book when he heard a small whimper. His head whipped around and he looked at the boys face, and for the first time in so long he saw the eyes that he had fallen in love with. And for the first time in a long time, he felt that maybe, just maybe, things would actually be alright.

*Line Break* TADA!!!! I did an angsty thing. Any who, I hope you enjoyed though!

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