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puppiesandnightlock · 28 days

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LINK: But since the world’s obsessed with saying ‘psych’ (pt 1)

summary: Detention, coffee, and holy shit Damian can hot-wire a motorcycle-

aka Damian and Jon get their shit together (sort of) and start off their tentative friendship, only strengthening when Jon finds out something that draws him to Damian even more....

Okay.

Here’s the thing.

In order to keep his nice, shiny record, and his top student status, as well as not making his older brother turn on the accursed dad voice, Damian had to make amends with stupid Jon Kent.

The last few weeks consisted of their back and forths, some mildly amusing, others…rather physical, leading them to where they were now, Saturday morning detention.

Damian was certain he’d be able to breach what he was positive was a cover, perhaps self defense, and maybe even fix the boy up.

Granted, he was no miracle worker, and in his opinion, Jon Kent was in desperate need of a miracle.

However, he was certainly persuasive. The added benefit of being a former delinquent himself gave him a way to worm past the defenses, not that the other boy would know.

And something most everyone but themselves knew was that maybe, despite everything pointing to the contrary, they didn’t really want to hate each other.

Admittedly, detention was a familiar environment to Jon, countless weekends lost to the silent drab classrooms.

“Yo, Kent!” A teen with close cropped brown curls called out from the side of the room as he entered the designated detention room.

“Heard Wayne kicked your ass last week.” The shit-eating grin plastered on their face gave the hint that the words were teasing, but Jon knew it was also to get a rise out of him.

“What do you know, Akira?” He snorted. “At least I’m here for somethin’ other than scribbling on the walls.”

They made a mock offended gasp, the jacket they were wearing covered in tastefully placed paint splotches, patches and pins, much like the rest of the outfit.

“I’ll have you know it was a beautiful piece of work, and a form of self-expression. Besides, it was technically for an English project, so I shouldn't even be here.”

“Sure.” He rolled his eyes, shooting them a grin that would leave most people swooning. Akira only smirked back, and spoke up again.

“So, how was it like to have a good boy gremlin kick your ass? Bet you thanked him after, what with the drooling you’ve been doing lately.”

Jon flushed and opened his mouth to retort, but as he did, a teacher stepped in the door.

“Jon Kent, you’re to be in the classroom down the hall instead.”

He nodded, flipping Akira off behind his back and walking out. Unfortunately for him, the only other person in the room was Damian fucking Wayne, who was on time and probably a few minutes early to everything, including detention, apparently.

“Hello,” he said cautiously. “Good morning.”

Jon startled. What the hell was going on? Sure, Damian was polite when they had their tutoring, although after the first few days it was more sarcastic.

“Were you body-snatched?” He blurted out. Damian’s lips twitched upwards, but the flicker vanished as quick as it came.

“No.” Jon watched him suspiciously, before turning and sitting in the back. The other boy got up and slipped in the seat next to him.

“Seriously, man, what’s wrong with you?” He crossed his arms, scowling at the boy next to him. Damian held out a cup, similar to the one in his hand.

“Here.”

“Did you poison it?” Jon looked at it warily.

Damian shot him a deadpan look, shaking the cup at him. “Take it or leave it, Kent.”

Hesitantly, he took it, and under his watch, sipped from it, sighing as the bitter taste of caffeine flooded his senses. Not too much milk and lots of sugar, just how he liked it.

Wait.

“How do you know my order?” he demanded immediately, Damian nearly dropping his own cup.

He flushed, whether in embarrassment or anger, and avoided his gaze. “I only guessed. You bring a coffee cup during tutoring every week and based on what the contents smelled like, I added it up.”

Jon took the lid off of the cup and sniffed hesitantly, much to the other boy’s amusement. “I don’t smell anything,” he pouted. “It’s just coffee.”

Damian covered his mouth with a hand, hiding the small smile that appeared. “Well, we can’t all be winners, can we?”

“You’re telling me.” Jon scowled, poking at the fading bruises on his pale skin. “Since we’re being civil today for some reason, mind tellin’ me where you learned to kick ass? Because as much as I hate to admit it, you sure kicked mine.”

His expression became guarded and he shook his head, opening a book. “No, thank you. I’m afraid this is as far as my pleasantries extend today.”

“C’mon, we were gettin’ somewhere.” He whined, draping himself across the desk, staring up at him with black framed blue eyes.

“I’ve beaten you once, provoke me and you’ll receive it a second time.” The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them, and inwardly he cursed his own uncontrolled anger.

This is what would always get him into trouble, the lack of brain to mouth filter as his mind clouded with the emotions, taking hold of his actions without thinking of the consequences.

“No thanks.” Jon muttered, ducking his head and pulling out his phone, scrolling through his socials. The silence stretched out, Damian considering he’d done a wonderful job of being civil, although they weren’t exactly joined at the hip yet.

“Sorry I punched you in the face.” He blurted out against his will. “And you know, just generally beat you up. In my defense, you were very provoking.”

Because this was how to properly apologize. Ah yes, justifying your actions with their own. Honestly, what was it about this boy that made every one of his perfectly crafted walls and mannerisms come crashing down in flames?

To his surprise, Jon put his face down, shoulders shaking. Damian was quickly hit with a large dose of anxiety, concern, and fear. He carefully reached out a hand like what his brothers would have done, and placed it on his shoulder, causing the other boy to jump up and reveal something that caused Damian to scowl and turn away.

The fucker was laughing .

“I’m sorry,” He chortled. “I just didn’t want you to punch me in the face-”

“I should still do that.” Damian grumbled, hitting him in the shoulder a bit harder then needed for a ‘friendly’ punch. “I was concerned I'd made you cry.”

Jon looked nearly offended, the expression off-put somewhat by the fact that he was still smiling. “Takes a bit more than that to make me cry, Wayne.”

“Good to know.” Damian deadpanned.

They stared at each other for a moment, the corners of Damian’s mouth twitching upwards and sparking a new round of laughter from Jon. The other boy fell victim to the unspoken hilarity as well, quiet chuckles catching the other boy’s attention.

“Hey,” He said after they’d quieted and gone back to the things they’d been doing. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

And why am I falling for it?

Damian shrugged. “It’s a little hard to have to hate someone like this. You’ve no idea how much I wish I could go back and erase it. If I want things to go the way I do, then I think I should keep my patience.”

“I’m sorry too.” Jon muttered. “I was an asshole, I know. And I kept going even when I should have stopped. I was surprised, to be honest. I didn't think you’d be so…good at fighting back. It was stupid and kind of mean, even if you weren’t super bothered by it.”

And maybe…maybe I was a little drawn to you, too. Unexplained, aggravating enamourment. Couldn’t catch it, always just out of reach. And always would be.

Damian fiddled with the pencil in his hands. “Apology accepted. No more bothering me to the point where I punch you again, right?”

“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ at the end and offered him a lopsided smile.

“And you'll be showing up on time for tutoring?”

“Can’t promise that, darlin’.” Jon shot finger guns at him, Damian shaking his head, a smile threatening to break through the stern facade.

“I guess that’s something.” a flicker of some emotion flashed across his face, and he stuck out his hand to be shook. “Would you like to start over?”

Jon nodded, and Damian’s small hand was enveloped by the other boy’s leather clad one. “Jon Kent, bad boy extraordinaire and all around flirt. Nice to meetcha, gorgeous.”

He scoffed as a wink accompanied the words, rolling his eyes good naturedly. “Damian Wayne. Your tutor for the foreseeable future. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

They shook once and let go, for once at peace. Jon turned his head to the side. “Since we’re chill now, teach, wanna get outta here? Get a bite to eat?”

“As tempting as that is, I promised I’d not get into any more trouble at school. After our time is served, however, I might consider the offer. On the condition that you stop the godforsaken flirting. ”

Jon smirked, poking at him. “Did I fluster the great Damian Wayne with a few notes on his appearance?”

“No!” He sputtered, pink dusting his cheeks. “It’s just annoying, and I don’t want people to think you’re my boyfriend.”

Jon faltered at Damian’s clear dislike of the thought, not that he could blame him. He wanted to stay on this boy’s good side, now that he’d gotten a taste of it. The other side had been fun, and knowing the buttons to push, he could easily get a rise out of him if bored.

He played it off, pulling a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I would be a wonderful boyfriend. But, if you’re not into perfection, I understand.”

The laugh was quiet but genuine, hands flying up to his mouth to hide it. “Whatever.”

“Did Mr. Eloquent just say whatever ?” the other boy gasped. “A piece of informal language from Damian Wayne?”

“Dramatic.” He scoffed. “I’m really not as bad as I seem.”

“Yeah right.” Jon laughed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He gave a daring grin, causing something to flare in the depths of Jon’s soul. The smile mirrored the one he so often wore getting into trouble, and suddenly he was more inclined to believe that the boy he’d thought as a teacher’s pet goody two shoes with a mean right hook really wasn’t all grades and perfection.

“Guess maybe you ain’t so bad, Wayne.” Jon said at last. “Pretty on the outside, but you’ve got a different side to ya. Gremlin-like, probably.”

“I feel mildly offended by that.” Damian muttered, before responding in kind. “You aren’t ‘so bad’ yourself either, I suppose. Despite all of this , you’re softer than you’d like to admit. Puppy-like, probably.”

“You know, I see your point of mildly offending.”

They laughed together, a timer on Damian’s phone ringing. “Oh, would you look at that? Almost free.”

“I guess time does fly when you’re having fun.” Jon responded, hesitant. “Guess we were kinda having fun.”

“It would seem that way.” The other boy typed something rapidly, and quickly received a response. “I’ll take you up on the lunch offer, Kent, if you’d like to continue this fun .”

“I would, actually. I’ll take you to meet one of my friends, her family runs the best diner in this city.” Jon grinned.

“Another miscreant such as yourself?” Damian raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, only when she’s with me.” He grinned at him, kicking up his feet onto the desk just to make the other boy scowl. “You’ll have more fun than your good boy senses are used to.”

“Mm, we’ll see.” The other boy tapped a pencil against his lip. “I think there’s a lot about me that you don’t know, Jon.”

“I’ll bet.”

“And get your feet off the table, were you raised in a barn?”

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m getting more context on that later.”

The short amount of time left in the classroom was mostly spent in silence, the promise of an adventure hanging in the air. And maybe a friendship as well.

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tomtenadia · 3 months

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Detours to You - 20

Hello all,

Here I am with another chapter. This is a bit angsty but I swear it's the only one. There is a big disaster that I hope it make sense. Since I finished ALB I am not used anymore to write these epic scenes with big disasters. So yeah, I hope it makes sense.

Enjoy.

MASTERLIST

Rowan jumped in the car and started driving to the destination, sirens and blue lights blazing.

He heard the address over the radio and his heart sank. It was a factory fire. A place that he had been inspecting on a regular basis recently because on his first visit he had spotted so many health and safety infractions that it was a miracle the place was still open. He had pushed for changes and improvements but there had been so many red tapes from the big bosses that it was frustrating. All his connections had not been enough to help prevent what he had labelled in his reports as a disaster waiting to happen. And now, while rushing to that site he had a feeling that the worst case scenario had happened and that once again money and politics had placed the lives of his firefighters in danger.

Instead of spending time with his girls, Rowan was driving towards a five alarm fire.

As the address grew closer, black plumes began to appear at the horizon and his heart sank. His mind started making possible plans. The smoke was very dark which meant a volatile fire. He pressed on the gas and pushed to the extreme the privileges that the sirens gave him in an emergency.

The location in question was a textile factory where the tanks containing highly flammable liquids were kept at the right storing temperature by a generator. In all his inspections Rowan had noticed signs of old age in the tanks and the generator had three system failures in a short time span. Rowan just tried to guess which one had failed.

He arrived at the site and quickly wore his bunker gear and walked to Lorcan who was acting as Incident Commander for a report.

“Chief.

“Lor, what is the situation?”

The dark-haired captain looked at the fire in front of him “we are evacuating the workers. The generator is failing and one of the tanks with treating chemicals has a leak that started a fire in a section with stored acrylic clothes. They caught fire and as you can imagine it spread quickly. We are working on containing it.”

Rowan looked at the inferno in front of him and rage surged in him.

“Triage is ready, mass casualty plan has been activated and we have four stations on duty.” Lorcan added to finish his report.

Rowan nodded “That is perfect, Lorcan. I take it from here, now.”

Lorcan nodded and ran to grab his gear and joined his team inside.

He took over the scene and started directing the rescue and gathered more information every time more firefighters came out. There were still workers trapped near the centre of the plant, the core that was likely minutes away from breaking down. If the generator failed, the tank would stop working properly and from there the whole site would just blow up.

“Chief to all units, what is the situation near the generator?”

Static was his answer.

“Chief to captain Salvaterre, do we have the fire contained near the generator?”

“One of the storage tanks is leaking heavily, we will need hazmat.”

“Copy that, asking dispatch now.”

“Chief,” Ilias voice came through the radio “We have found a group of four workers, taking them out now.”

“Copy that Ilias, paramedics are ready.”

Not long after he saw two firefighters take out a group of wounded workers. The paramedics ran to them and carried the victims to triage to be assessed.

Lorcan ran out of the building with a firefighter that had to be rescued after he got separated from his buddy.

“Lor, what happened?”

The man ripped his mask from his face and took a deep breath of air “It’s impossible to get to the centre. We can’t get any deeper. The smoke is very thick and dark.”

“Hazmat is on another call.”

Lorcan swore.

Rowan looked up and watched the smoke change “Lor, you take back command, I am going in.”

“Fuck no, Rowan.”

Rowan started to wear his SCBA “I have visited this factory more times in the past few months than any other industrial site. I know where everything is and I know how to get safely to the generator and where the failsafe panel is.”

“Rowan, that place is a time bomb.”

“I am aware, but there are four of my men inside and probably more workers. I am not going to another firefighter’s funeral, Lorcan.”

Rowan finished getting ready and ran inside “Keep the water going Lorcan, and tell hazmat to get their arses here ASAP.”

Lorcan shouted orders to the four teams “Let’s attack this fire and kill it,” he ordered another team inside to attack the centre of the factory and keep the generator cool to allow Rowan some time.

Rowan made his way inside the building and all he saw was thick smoke, but with the help of some burnt landmarks he found his way around. Progress was slow and time was a luxury he did not have. The fire around him was still raging and he only had his memory to guide him through the inferno. Deeper in the venue he heard a PASS alarm and his heart sank. One of his men was down and he rushed towards the sound.

“Chief, Lorcan, I have a firefighter down on the south east quadrant near the central room.”

“Copy that, Chief I am sending in rescue.”

Rowan waited for the two firefighters and then continued on his mission. He was so close but the smoke started changing badly and he knew that he was close to the epicentre. What made things worse was the very distinctive smell of electrical fire “Lor, keep water away from the centre of the structure. Electrical fire.”

He did not wait for his friend’s reply and with his axe he just smashed his way through the door and found four of his men and then two workers on the floor. The PASS alarms haunting his dreams. He grabbed the two workers and dragged them outside in a safe location, alerted Lorcan and then he stormed back inside and took out two of his men at a time. They had a pulse, faint but they were okay. He kept dragging the people as far as possible until he was exhausted. Rowan radioed his teams to rescue a few more people and then got ready for the last mission.

The generator had a failsafe switch that he hoped was still working and not being destroyed by the fire. He knew he had minutes to stop the plant from blowing up and flatten the building. He stood, gathering all the strength he had left, looked at the oxygen meter on his wrist and realised he had less than ten minutes of air left. It was enough, he kept telling himself. Enough to do his job and hopefully make it out alive. He wanted to get back to Maya and finish celebrating her birthday. He wanted to have a moment alone with Aelin and finally tell her that he was in love with her. That he was tired of pushing his feelings aside and overthink it. She was the love of his life and if he made it out alive he was going to tell her.

With a mighty roar he burst inside the plant room and crawled to the bottom where the smoke and the toxic air was less thick. The air was thick with electricity and one of the panel was clearly shorted. Slowly he elbowed his way to the centre and found the core computer that was barely working. Blindly he found his way to where he knew the failsafe panel was. Or was meant to be. He froze when he realised that it was not there anymore. The computer that would allow him to safely shut down all the tanks was gone.

“Lorcan, Chief,” he coughed “Mission has failed. Push back, the building is lost.”

Slowly he made his way back, his oxygen was starting to run low and Rowan went through all of his old training routines to keep oxygen consumption low.

He was dragging his sorry arse out of that hellish place when he saw all the signs. He tried to run, his body screaming for oxygen, his legs failing him. And when he noticed the fire pattern change he threw himself on the ground as a series of flashovers spread through the building.

Aelin and Maya’s laughter the last images in his mind before the darkness engulfed him.

Lorcan hated that he was outside. Rowan should be there and he should be inside, that was his job. But Rowan knew the place inside out. He had been conducting regular inspection and Lorcan knew that place was a ticking bomb, Rowan had told him the fights he had been having to change things but it looked that no one listened to him.

Pushing aside his rage he listened to the teams for what was happening. More workers kept being found alive and he counted that as a success. Rowan’s voice came through the radio alerting him that he had found the firefighter that had gone missing after he lost track of his partner.

“Come on, Rowan…”

The fire started to change and Lorcan called for more water to be pumped on the building, the water cannons moving to concentrate on where the tanks were.

Hazmat was still busy and he needed the team there immediately. He called dispatch for another update and he got the same answer. Time was ticking and he was growing worried. Surely Rowan’s oxygen was about to run out soon. Why the fuck he was not out yet?

The radio became alive once more and Rowan’s voice came through alerting him that he had more survivors. He sent Fenrys, Brullo and two more firefighters in to recover the people Rowan had saved.

Long minutes passed and silence stretched. He called Rowan but no answer came through.

“Lor, it has been too long. We need to get in to get Rowan.” Fenrys walked to him and shouted “He is inside that inferno on his own. That’s not how we do things.”

“Rowan, come through.”

More silence.

And then his strained voice finally reached him “Lorcan, Chief,” he coughed “Mission has failed. Push back, the building is lost.”

Lorcan’s heart sank at the words.

“Push back everyone. Move the perimeter back.” His voice thick with panic for his friend.

His men got into action and started to retreat to safety and then the explosion hit. Lorcan waited for the flashovers to die down and then grabbed his gear “Ilias, you have command, I need to save the Chief.” He shouted like a desperate man.

“Fen, Brullo and Ansel, with me.”

The three firefighters exchanged their bottles and grabbed a jump bag and a stretcher from the paramedics.

From the outside, Ilias restarted the water attack to allow them further progress inside.

Lorcan had an idea of where to go because had listened to Rowan when had talked abut the building but had never been inside. He followed his instincts and walked towards the centre of the structure until in the distance he heard the unmistakable sound of the PASS alarm. One of the sounds he hated the most, especially when it meant his best friend was in peril.

“Rowan,” screamed Fenrys at spotting Rowan’s body on the floor.

“Slowly, Fen.”

The young man walked quickly among the debris, pushing aside beams and part of structures “Fen, be careful.”

He did not listen and Brullo and Lorcan followed with Ansel in tow. When they finally arrived Rowan’s body was sprawled on the ground “Ilias, we got the Chief, we are assessing him just now.”

“Copy, I have paramedics on standby.”

Ansel crouched to his side, removed his broken mask and started assessing him “he is breathing but it’s very shallow.” The woman placed an oxygen mask on his face to help him breath better. The mask was cracked and he likely had inhaled toxic fumes. She checked his sats and she had her answers when the number turned out to be too low.

Brullo opened the jump bag. All firefighters had some sort of first aid training, but Brullo and Ansel were also certified paramedics so Lorcan let them work.

Fenrys helped them remove his bunker jacket and that’s when he saw a piece of metal sticking out of his left flank.

“Don’t pull it,” said Brullo “The spike just now it’s preventing him to bleed to death.”

Lorcan helped remove some of the debris covering his body “Possible fractures in the lower body,”

Ansel inspected his side and saw some burnt marks along his right arms down his chest “Second degree burn on his right side.”

“Is he stable enough for transport?” Asked Lorcan.

Ansel passed the stretch-board they had carried and with Brullo’s help they slid it under Rowan’s back.

“Yes, we are good to go. Alert the paramedics we have him and we are coming out. We need immediate transport to the hospital.”

Once outside, Lorcan stared at his team carry Rowan to the paramedics, watched them gave him initial treatment and then load him on the ambulance and disappear at the horizon.

He took command back from Ilias and guided the team until the fire was extinguished. Hazmat eventually arrived and took over the scene and Lorcan sent his teams inside for overhaul.

The sun had started to set once the scene was clear. Lorcan ordered engine back to quarters but he took the truck to a side mission.

The vehicle slithered through the traffic of Orynth and he prepared how he could tell Aelin about what happened. It was Maya’s birthday and he was about to destroy that day.

Aelin, Lys, Aedion, Elide and her parents had remained at the bookshop to continue the celebrations. Maya was sitting on her plastic table with her uncle and grampa and they were all reading some stories.

Aelin was about to start cleaning up when she saw a big fire truck park in front of the shop.

Her book tumbled off her hands when Lorcan stepped in, blackened by smoke and a dark stare.

Aelin’s hand shook and she felt sick.

Elide stepped at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Aelin,” he paused “I need you to come to the hospital with me.”

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - the reason behind it all

I love your writing ❤️ may we have part two of the reason behind it all with Bella growling at the Reader's parents when they try to get her back? And maybe Bella is like to the Reader, 'this my pup now' while protecting her from her neglectful parents? Fluffy ending with Evershed saying she only growls at people who she knows are bad news and that kinda helps Reader into getting back on track with school stuff? - Anon💜

Part two:

TW: neglectful parents

By some miracle, Mr Evershed managed to get a ahold of your parents a day later, and after rearranging the meeting with the social workers, everybody was sat in his office waiting for you.

“Where is (Y/N)?” A social worker asked.

“I’m here chill out.”

You padded through the door, dressed in casual clothes and you yawned a little bit.

“We’re we just not going to come to school today?” Mr Evershed asked.

You shrugged a little and looked to the sofa where your mum and dad were sat.

“Glad someone could find you two.”

“Oh don’t act so smart now.” Your mum sighed.

You walked over to the desk and Bella immediately padded over to you and you sat down on the floor and placed your hand on her head.

“Hello puppy…” you whispered.

“Now that everybody is here let’s get introduced.” Mr Evershed said.

He introduced everyone, and while the adults spoke you sat with Bella, ruffling the fur on the side of her face.

She went to lick your face and you pulled away.

“That’s disgusting man don’t do that.”

She wagged her tail a little bit and you held open your arms, and her whole body wiggled with happiness as she sat in your lap, letting you hug her.

“Look we’re just here to take our kid home.” Your dad said.

You scoffed a little.

“Get fucked am not going home, I just got here.”

“And you don’t get a say.” He said back.

You rolled your eyes.

“Right, at this moment in time (Y/N) is not going anywhere with anyone.” The woman from social said.

She turned to you.

“Can we talk to you in other room?”

You shrugged and got up, and Bella whined, running between you and Mr Evershed.

“Go on then.” He smiled.

You tapped your leg and she ran out the room with you, into the reception and sat with you.

The woman asked you a few questions which you gave half answers too.

“Do they give you food?”

“I eat.”

“And your torn clothes?”

You shrugged a little.

She sighed a little bit.

“One of your neighbours reported everything, and she said a few weeks ago you were caught stealing food from the local shop but she never reported to the police.”

“Just took some bread…”

“You’re not in any trouble.” She said softly.

You shrugged again and finally she led you back inside after nearly an hour of trying to get you to talk to her.

When you walked inside you saw your parents stood up.

“We’re leaving.”

Your dad went to grab your arm and Bella stood in front of you, growling deeply as she took a step forward.

Your dad stepped back and looked down at the dog.

“Get that thing away from my kid.” He snapped.

“Bella come here.”

She looked to her owner then looked back at your dad, growling as she paced back and forth in front of you.

She circled you and sat in front of your legs, leaning her back on you, still growling.

You crouched down, placing your hand in her head, and she whined a little before barking a few times.

You sat down, resting your back against the wall as you looked at your parents.

“Let’s go.” Your mum said.

“Nah I don’t think so, think am gonna hang around here for a bit you know? Got nowhere else to be and an all that.”

“I said get.” She warned.

You stuck your middle finger up at her and grinned a little bit.

One of the other social workers walked back into the room and he whispered something to the other.

“We’re taking (Y/N) from your care, and they’ll be placed into immediate care of a foster home.”

“You can’t do that!” Your dad yelled.

He went to storm forward and Bella barked, lunging forward and he stumbled back, and she circled your again.

She carefully watched everybody as they stood around.

“What makes you so bothered? You don’t care.” You scoffed.

“Get away from that dog now!” Your dad snapped.

“She only growls and barks at people she knows are bad people, she’s not barked or growled at a single person in this school till now.” Mr Evershed said.

Your dad went to step forward and Bella snarled.

“If you do not go now, I will call the police.” Mr Evershed warned.

You parents carried on protesting but soon enough the realised it would be best to leave, and Bella snarled and watched them go.

Then she sat on your lap, resting her head on your shoulder.

“We’ll get someone to gather all your things from your parents house, then we’ll take you over to your foster home and get you settled in.”

You sticker you middle finger up at the other man.

“(Y/N) please don’t swear, they just want to help you.” Mr Evershed sighed.

“By what? Taking me from one shit home to put me in another?” You scoffed.

“This is one of you best foster families.”

You stuck your middle up at the woman this time and you stood up, patting Bella’s side.

“Gotta dip. Later.”

“(Y/N)!”

You ran out of the school, and you ran down the streets to try and hide yourself away, but that evening you were found hiding out behind some building.

You were taken to your foster home, and over the next few months every attempt you made to run away from the home itself or the school were stopped.

You were always brought back.

And today was no different.

You were led back to Mr Evershed’s office, and you huffed a little as you moved away from the officer.

“Hiding out in the bowling alley this time.” She said.

“Thank you.”

She nodded and left and Mr Evershed watched as you sat on the floor to play with the dog that was sleeping in his office.

She wagged her tail and walked over.

“Are you finished running away now?” He asked.

You huffed a little and he walked over, sitting on the floor in front of you, and he gave you a small smile.

“You don’t have to be scared (Y/N), you don’t have to keep running away, and you don’t have to keep stealing food either.”

“Didn’t steal nothing.”

He rose a brow and gestured to your hoodie, and where Bella was trying to get at something in your pocket.

Huffing a little you pulled out a pack of crisps and tossed them at him.

“(Y/N), you’re safe now.” He said gently.

You said nothing and he looked at you, resting his hand on his dogs back.

“So, you trust Bella, so why don’t you decide to trust me just a little?”

You looked at him.

“Why?”

“Because I think if you decide to give me a little bit of trust, you’ll find out you have a fighting chance at life.”

He put a bit of paper in front of you, and you recognised it as one of the small tests you decided to walk out of.

Then he took a pen from his pocket, and he set it on the floor as well.

“I think with a little bit of time, and some guidance, you’re going to be all caught up in no time.”

You looked at the test paper then look at him.

“I doubt it.”

“Come on, just give it a shot, I’ll even give you your crisps back.”

“Fine.”

Taking the paper and pen, you took his seat behind his desk and you began to work on it, answering the questions you knew and you pushed it away.

He walked over and had a look at it and he turned it back around and slid it back over to you.

“I know you know more than that.”

“Don’t.”

He smiled a little and sat on another chair, and he began to explain the questions to you, and for once you just listened.

When he finished explained it you looked at it.

“So… I just do this..?”

You showed him what you were doing and he nodded his head, giving you a smile and he handed you his crisps.

“That’s it, I knew you could do it. So, how about you let me help catch you up on all your work?”

“What’s in it for me?”

He chuckled a little bit.

“I’ll give you permission to come in here whenever you want to sit with Bella.”

“I do that anyways.”

“True, alright, how about every Friday if you’ve had a good week, done your work and not run away, you can take the day out of classes, sit in here, take her on her walks and play some games or watch films?”

“You got an Xbox?”

“You’ll have to behave for the rest of the week and find out. Deal?”

He held out his hand and you looked at before balling yours into a fist and tapped it against his palm, and he laughed.

Putting his hand into a fist, you tapped your fist against his and looked at him.

“I guess.”

“Perfect, come on then, we’ll do a few more before lunch.”

You had the knowledge even though you struggled with things, Mr Evershed was patient in helping you understand it all.

And just like he promised Fridays were your day to do whatever you wanted as long as you came in, sometimes you just slept, other times you played with Bella in the field during lessons, and today you were showing him how to play on the Xbox he had ordered just for the school.

You were sit in the staff room, grinning from ear to ear as you beat him at another game.

“Come on your cheating.” He chuckled.

“You just suck.”

He smiled at you and you set your controller down, and you looked at him then the fridge.

“No, but we can go to the canteen.”

You nodded and stood up, patting your leg for Bella to follow you as you ran down the hallway.

“Hey! Don’t run off with my dog!”

“She’s my dog now!”

You grinned and ran away and Mr Evershed smiled as he followed you down the hallway.

Your grades were getting better, and he was sure that by the time it came to doing exams, you would pass without a doubt in the world

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i won't do the dance (but we can dance together)

[Good Omens Season 2 Spoilers - 2,559k words - read on AO3]

“Oh, excuse me. Sorry, I must- Oh, please be careful, sir, I’ve kept this coat in pristine condition until now, I- Oh, my.” The angel sighed in defeat. Of course, no demon would ever care about how clean his suit have been for years, or would ever do the kindness of stepping aside so he could get around easier.

Aziraphale really couldn’t blame them. He too would be grumpy if he were to live under these situations. The smell was awful, in a way no human or divine language could describe. And it was hot, but not just “temperature” hot. More like the train on a hot day with no air conditioning or windows, during rush hour, full of constructor workers who haven’t showered in forever, millennia after millennia.

The first, and only, time he was here, his mind was somewhere else entirely. He was so focused on not ruining things, on following the plan, and not being discovered that everything else faded from existence. But now he was an outsider and incredibly lost, so everything was overwhelming.

For half a second, Aziraphale thought about taking a deep breath to calm himself down — a habit he had developed after so many years living within humans, even if oxygen was unnecessary for him — but was able to stop himself by the miracle act of “thinking things through”. He settled for only counting to 7 in his mind. He got this.

He walked through the crowded corridor for… he doesn’t know how long, honestly. Time in Hell is substantially different from time in Heaven or Earth. Felt like a lot, though. Too much.

But then, finally, he reached a more open (not less crowded) space, a bigger hall that led to multiple directions. “Oh, bugger. Maybe this is a terrible idea. He couldn’t be… He wouldn’t be-”

“Angel.”

Aziraphale shuddered. How wrong it was coming out of anyone’s but his mouth. He turned around. “Hello, yes?”

“You are an angel. You are not supposed to be here” The demon was a few inches shorter than Aziraphale, skin pale like an albino lizard.

Aziraphale smiled politely. “Yes, I’m highly aware of that.”

“How did you get here?”

“You see, it was actually quite easy, I always thought it would be harder. All I had to do was take the elevator down, and it led straight here. A huge security breach, if you ask me. For both our sides.”

“Right, yeah, sure. What do you want?”

“Oh, right!” Aziraphale shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “I-”

“He’s probably looking for his boyfriend.” A voice came from behind him. Aziraphale had to give his all to now roll his eyes to the back of his head as he turned once more to face another demon, one familiar this time.

“I- I wouldn’t put it like that. He’s not-”

“Heh, of course you wouldn’t. Neither would he, I believe.” Furfur grinned, the two tips of his tongue flaring out for a second. “Hello, Aziraphill.”

The angel’s jaw locked. He didn’t like the demon’s tone. “For the last time, it’s Azirap-”

“Don’t care. So, was I right?” Furfur rounded him with a mocking interest. “Are you here for you dear, well, ex?”

Aziraphale took a deep breath, too angry to even care about the foul odor that made his eyes sting. He had to, or all his angelicness would go down the drain as soon as he closed his fist. “Is Crowley here?”

“What if he is?”

“Is he, or not?” The angel’s tone came out harsh, and as he spoke, a tiny eye opened with an incandescent blue iris staring down the demon, right below his right eye. It blinked, and it was gone just as fast. But Furfur saw the rage it held.

“Y- Yes. He is.”

“Take me to him.”

The demon grimaced. “Follow me.”

As the demon turned away, Aziraphale deflated. So Crowley is here, after all. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

For years, he had followed Crowley's steps from Heaven, looking after him the best way he could. And god, was it hard. Maybe the hardest thing he had done in ages. Because in the first few years they were apart, Crowley slept. He got his apartment back and as soon as it was all back into place, he got under the covers and slept.

It broke Aziraphale to see it happening. It broke him when he would check on him and he had tears accumulated at the corner of his eyes. But there was nothing he could do. Both have chosen their path, and Aziraphate wasn't going to back down on his decision. He couldn't, not when he knew what was at stake.

So he settled for this torturing "routine" for 3 years. He would do his work and then, once a month (or a week) (or day, depending on how anxious he was feeling), he would check on Crowley.

But then, one day, when he tuned in to check on Crowley, he was gone. He then tried the bookshop, then the park, then the Ritz, then TaddfieId, then everywhere they had the tiniest history together, then the stars. He even went as far as to check a few zoos for a particular black snake. But every time, everywhere, all he found was nothing.

After 4 years of fruitless searching he had to face his least favorite outcome (of course, his real least favorite was actually far too terrible to even think about and, therefore was completely ignored): Crowley was back in hell.

Well. Fine. Again, they both made their choice.

But then, a meeting with the archangels and the Metraton happened, and their plan was laid out, and it was terrible, and all his opinion and thoughts were dismissed as nothing, and then, finally, after 7 years, he understood. And God, how he hated himself. How he despised how stupid he had been. He had been played with beautifully, and everyone else had seen the strings but him.

"Supreme Archangel". Nothing supreme about it. He had less power than the queen of England.

So as soon as he left the meeting, he made a B-line to the elevator and pressed "Down" with a capital D.

As he followed Furfur, his mind raced with billions of scenarios, a few more likely than others. What would it be like, to see Crowley after all this time? Sure, this wasn't the longest period of time they had apart, but their separation was very… unique this time. What would Crowley do? Would he turn him away?

And what would he even say? Where would, could, he even start?

"Here we are," Furfur's voice brought him back to the present.

"Oh," The angel stopped almost too late, not bumping into the demon by an inch.

Aziraphale looked up. They were in front of an old large wooden door, with rusty iron patterns adorning it. It was antique and resembled the old doors they had in heaven before the place took a more clean design approach. It must have been beautiful, once. Maybe it was still beautiful even if it was almost falling apart, but Aziraphale didn't know if calling something beautiful in Hell even made sense.

"Worst of luck, Azripastel," Furfur grinned before opening the door.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "Okay, now you are doing it on-"

"Oh, what now, you blithering idiot?”

Oh, lord. His voice. Aziraphale didn't know what it felt like to be suffocating. To have your lungs prived from the oxygen it needs to service. So he also didn't know how it felt to finally be able to breathe again, how hopeful, desperate, and relieving that first intake of air actually is. But if he could guess, it must feel something like that.

Listening to Crowley's voice was like breathing again. But then, he looked ahead, and he was breathless again.

"Crowley?” He spoke tentatively, as if he wasn't close to discorporating. Because Crowley… God. Crowley.

He was… Was divine a word he could use? Was it allowed? No, right? Because he had refrained from even using "beautiful" to describe a door in hell, so certainly… But what else could he call him? What else would be even fitting for the scene he had before him? Of course, there were other words, but they were not words he used. He couldn't use them or else he would lose his mind and all sense of self.

Well, it didn’t matter. All he knew and cared for was that right there, in front of him, sitting shir- oh, god- shirtless and leg-spread on a throne, one leg over thrown over its arm, hiding absolutely nothing in those sinful (may She forgive me) leather pants, sipping mindlessly from a glass of red wine, was Crowley. Crowley, Duke of Hell. No sunglasses.

The demon smirked at him, and his eyes were cold. "Well, if it isn't the Ssssupreme Archangel!" Crowley hissed his title.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale spoke again, and like an asteroid trapped in the sun's gravity, he took a step further into the room without even realizing it.

“Stop,” Crowley spat at him like Aziraphale was an overexcited dog, ready to jump. And like an obedient dog, Aziraphale stopped. Crowley shifted, sitting up straighter, and as he did, the sound of the several chains and necklaces he wore tingled. For some reason, that made Aziraphale shiver.

Aziraphale had never, in the history of forever, seen Crowley hold himself like that. Not as an angel, when he was the most adorable creature She has ever made. Not as a demon, or as the snake of Eden. Not even when they faced Satan together. Because Crowley, no matter how powerful he was, he never wore it like a crown. But here… Now? Oh, here he understood why people sinned.

“Why are you even here?” Crowley turned up his nose.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Not you, you idiot. Him” Crowley signed with his head behind the angel. “This isn’t a fucking party. Fuck off, Furfur.”

When Aziraphale looked back to see the demon leave with several complaints on his tongue, he was able to finally take a look at the place. It was crowded with stuff, but not like Hell crowded. It was… Almost like Aziraphale crowded. There were books, and instruments, and plants, and notebooks, and furniture, and ammulates, and paintings, and all sorts of things. All in bad shape, of course, it was almost like the air in Hell consumed things, but… it was there nonetheless. The style. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked back at Crowley.

“Oh, you are sssso full of nerve, aren’t you?” Crowley showed his fangs.

“Sorry,” the angel grimaced. Aziraphale didn’t remember ever even seeing them. They made him look so… Pretty. “I just-”

“Stop, stop, stop. Sssstop.” Crowley shifted again, leaning forward on his elbows, resting them on his knees, the wine glass hanging loosely between his hands. The chains tingled again. “I don’t know why you’re here, but if the best apology ever invented by… I don’t know, someone, doesn’t come out of your mouth right now, you can take your fanssscy grey suit back to where it belongs and leave me alone for the rest of eternity.”

“Oh, Crowley.” Aziraphale stepped closer. At each step, Crowley’s eyes gave away a bit. One tiny sparkle, one at a time.

“I mean it.” Aziraphale was now within his reach. “And it’s not just a little dance! Because you can have the whole Royal Ballet dancing with you and that wouldn’t cut it.”

“I know, darling. I know.” Aziraphale was now so close that Crowley had to look up, but not for long.

Aziraphale was oddly proud for an angel, he would admit. But as he knelt before Crowley on that throne, he didn’t feel one ounce of pride. He knelt, one knee then the other, and sat on his heels. He gently took the glass of wine from Crowley’s hand and sat it aside, then took the demon’s hand in his.

He took his time feeling it this time. It was so fast, at the ball. But now he could feel it and see it properly. It was a beautiful hand. The black nail polish and the rings were a new addition, but it was slender, surprisingly smooth, and cold. So cold. He unconsciously tried to rub it a bit.

“Snake blood.” Crowley’s voice was low on his throat now. Quiet.

“Right, of course.” Aziraphale looked up and met his eyes.

It was like a different being completely from mere seconds ago. His eyes shone with the most pure tone of gold to exist in the universe. Hope suited him well. “Crowley, I am deeply sorry. I am sorry for the things I said. And for how I have said them. But I won’t do the dance, I’m afraid. Because I wasn’t wrong, but neither were you. But we weren’t right either. It’s a mess, really. But you were right about something. Heaven is not- Not what I thought it was. And they have something bad planned, and I- I need you.”

“So… That’s it? A couple of not-even-that-pretty words and you expect me to help you? After everything?”

“Yes.”

They stared at each other’s eyes for a couple of moments before Crowley sighed, taking his hands off Aziraphale’s. The angel didn’t understand how his hands felt colder at the lack of the touch. Crowley reached for the glass of wine, and got up, rounding Aziraphale, who followed him with his eyes from the floor, brows furrowed as he tried to understand if Crowley had or hadn’t forgiven him.

Crowley went to a shelf near the exit and grabbed something. The place was so messy Aziraphale took a while to see what it was, but when he did, he sighed in relief.

“You are unbelievable, you know that?” the demon said, opening his sunglasses temples with his chin.

“Y-Yes!” Aziraphale jumped to his feet. But before Crowley could put his glasses on, Aziraphale stopped him, holding his wrist back. “Wait.”

“What?”

“Thank you. And I- I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He stepped closer and put his hand on Crowley’s chest. He was warmer here.

Crowley’s pupil widened and he swallowed dry. Aziraphale couldn’t help but follow his Adam’s apple and wettening his lips. Crowley must have noticed because when he spoke, his voice had the tiniest glint of a smile behind it.

“Oh, I’ll hold you up to that promise, Angel.” Crowley smiled, really smiled, for the first time in seven years.

Crowley put on his sunglasses and snapped his fingers. The huge door stormed open, hitting the walls on the corridor, and nearly not killing Furfur, who was stubbornly waiting outside. “Furfur! My guy!”

“Me?” The demon glowed.

“Yeah, go tell Shax she can have her room back.”

“Wh-What?”

Crowley gulped down the wine, and threw it over to the side, near Furfur’s head. “I’m off this shit hole!” He turned around with an easy smile on his face. Oh, how smiling came easy when Aziraphale was near him. “You coming, Angel?”

He reached out his hand, and without a second thought, Aziraphale took it. “Of course.”

When their hands were securely interlaced, Crowley snapped his fingers and they were out of there. They had a world to save.

END?

>> This short fic was inspired by Joops's Art.

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Chapter 2: The Past (My Worst Enemy is a Cat)

Human by day. Cat by night. That’s how Scaramouche lived until you came back into his life.

Scaramouche/You

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter One

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

You raise your arms and groan loudly as you stretch. It's late, but you're still at the office, deciding to work until your meetup with some old friends. Now that it's almost time, you stand and take a deep breath. You turn off your monitor, slip your coat, and head out the door with your things.

As you walk down a hallway, you glance to the room on your right and see Scaramouche looking over some documents. You're not too surprised. He's always been a hard worker. That's why it took a lot out of you to beat him to become the best in the class way back in the day. But when you finally did, he came in like a wrecking ball and almost immediately pushed your name off the number one spot.

“...Well, that was short-lived.”

You clenched your fists as you saw your name in the number two spot on the top scores of the latest midterm exams. Was this what your hard work came to? A mere number two? No. You absolutely refused to settle for less.

“...Hey, are you okay?” You felt your friend’s hand on your shoulder. “Number two is also really good! You’re already guaranteed to get into a good school.”

Yeah, you suppose. But while you knew your academic future was guaranteed, there was also something else… someone else. Someone who you could only beat once in a blue moon. Someone who took great joy in watching you suffer.

“Better luck next time.” The voice next to your ear took you by surprise. You immediately turned and saw Scaramouche smiling at you. “I could lend you my notes.”

You looked away. “Pass.”

“Or should I tutor you instead?”

“Hard pass.”

Then, as if sensing your gaze, his eyes look up. He props his elbow up and leans his head into his hand as if catching someone in the act. He gives you a small wave. Then, you quickly look away and continue towards the elevator.

Scaramouche slightly smiles as he watches you leave. He considers it a miracle that he got to see you again. After you had left for university abroad, he figured that would be the end of the ridiculous rivalry.

However, he thought about you occasionally, wondering if you found someone else to compete with. The thought had strangely annoyed him. Now that you're back, it feels like old times… maybe you're not at his throat at every chance you got, but he finds it thrilling that he still affects you somehow.

Scaramouche glances at the time. Will he see you again tonight?

When you enter a restaurant, you're greeted by a chorus of hellos and cheers. Then, as you sit down, the small group around the table starts talking, some overlapping with each other.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“Did you get skinnier?”

“Here, have some wine!”

“How’s working with Scaramouche?” The last question made you look at your childhood friend. He was looking at you. “The two of you are at the same company, aren’t you?”

“...It’s fine. Nothing special,” you say. There’s some truth in that, but you consider it a miracle you even saw each other again. You had no intention of getting back in touch with him when you decided to move back. Why would you? It wasn’t like you were friends.

Someone laughs and asks, “Don’t tell me both of you are comparing who has a higher salary now?”

“What’s it like working with him?”

“Why are you so curious?” you ask.

“Well, he never hangs out with us anymore.”

“Yeah. He sorta got distant after a while.”

“Take tonight, for example,” your childhood friend says. “We invited him, but he said no.”

You aren’t sure why that kind of stung, and you can’t help but ask, “...Did he say why?”

“Work,” everyone says simultaneously.

“He’s aiming for the director spot.”

Very Scaramouche, you think. “Well, enough about him,” you say. “What’s going on with everyone?”

Time flies by, and everyone is a little drunk except for you. You slip on your coat just as you're about to leave. "Don't drink too much now."

“What? You’re leaving already?”

“I’d rather be sober on my day off tomorrow.”

Your childhood friend stands. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh, it’s fine. Really. It’s just—”

“No, please.”

You ignore the cheers from the rest of your friends. Then, you nod, and the two of you leave the restaurant together. Soon, you're back on the same road where you saw the black cat. Your mind wanders away from the conversation. Will you see it again?

When Scaramouche saw you, his tail immediately curls up. This is a pleasant surprise if it isn't for the man walking with you. He recognizes him as an old friend… one that he drifted apart from after he found out he spread rumours about you back in school.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Scaramouche had a hand in his pocket as he stared sternly at his friend. When his friend said nothing, Scaramouche continued, “What? Did you get jealous that she wasn’t hanging out with you as much anymore? So you told the guy that she had feelings for him? What are you? Five?”

“...Could you not tell her?” Scaramouche scoffed. “I messed up, okay?” Scaramouche was about to walk away when his friend said, “Don’t tell me you weren’t jealous either.”

Scaramouche looked over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t resort to doing something so petty.”

Scaramouche quietly follows behind you, watching your interest in the conversation with a past friend dwindle little by little. Gosh, why are you with him out of all people?

When his friend stops, Scaramouche sits on the stone ledge he’s walking on and narrows his eyes. As he watches his past friend confess his feelings for you in the middle of the alleyway, he quickly stands, his tail straight up and puffed out. What in the world?

“...Wait. Where is this coming from?” You force a smile. “We haven’t talked in years.”

You listen as your friend pours his heart out and take a step back. You don't mean to, but it's just so sudden and unwanted. But when he steps forward and grabs your shoulders, your instinct is to push him away… but you don't have to.

Instead, something latches onto him from behind, and he screams as he feels sharp claws dig into his shoulder. When he turns, your eyes widen when you see the black cat. Your friend finally grabs the feline, and you immediately grab his arm. Then, you hug the black cat and gently pry it away from your friend.

“What the hell?” He glared at the cat in your arms. “Where did this dumb cat come from?”

Scaramouche wants to sink his claws into him again, but you're hugging him too tightly… which he doesn't mind. But still. If only he could claw the man's eyes out.

“Listen,” you say. Scaramouche and his friend look at you. But, you stare at the man in front of you. “...I’m sorry. I don't feel the same."

That’s the only answer he needs. With a slight smile, Scaramouche turns back and sees his friend trying to hold it together. The man had it coming. What did he expect?

"...I understand. It was really sudden…." He forces a smile at you. "Goodnight."

As you watch him leave, you sigh softly. Then, you look down at the cat in your arms. "Were you following me?" Scaramouche looks up and uses his paw to wipe something off his face. Then, you smile and gently scratch his head. "Maybe you aren't so bad after all."

Great. Scaramouche has a deadpan look on his face. If only you could say that under different circumstances.

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Glass and Gold Child

Chapter 1: One Day in the Life of Alex Yates

Word Count: 2 k

Warning: Strong language, alcohol abuse

a/n: Hello everyone! In my mission to write as many Michael and David characters as I can, here's another effort: a wee rewrite of There She Goes with my OC.

2015:

Simon had been trying to get Rosie to calm down all morning. Ben just watched that disaster unfold while their father tried to drag her back from the park to have dinner.

"Where's your sister when we need her?" Simon groaned, pulling Rosie away from a car that she ran to because the license plate had a big X on it, her absolute favorite.

"What's going on?" Alex asked when she came back from her judo practice. She still wore her white trousers with a black tank top and her brown belt wrapped around her waist.

"Fuck, Alexandra, there you are! Can you…?"

"Hey, Rosie!" She greeted with a big smile.

"X! X!" The little girl called.

"That's me, come on, are you gonna be good or will I have to give these wotsits to Dad?"

Rosie let out a happy screech when she saw the blue package and reached for it. It was never too quiet around her, she was always making noises to communicate, but those happy noises were always welcome.

She took the snack from Alex and gave her older sister a clumsy hug.

"Can you say thank you?" Alexandra asked.

In response, Rosie did the sign in BSL and her sister ruffled her hair.

"You're a miracle worker," Simon sighed as they walked from the park. "You can't be going around and leaving us alone. She needs you."

"You hear how insane that sounds, Dad?" Ben chuckled. "She's not her mum, besides, she was at practice not even hanging out."

"Not helping, Ben," he hissed.

"It went well then?" Emily, the matriarch of the family, asked while she prepared the food.

"As well as it can go," Simon murmured, watching the kids get around the table. "I was thinking, what if we never send Alex to college?"

"What? Are you insane?"

"You know what I mean! Sometimes she's the only one who can calm Rosie down and can you imagine the epic meltdown that Darwin's little exception is gonna have when her big sis moves out?"

"Simon, we can't just ask Alex not to live her life. We're their parents, it's our job to look after them, not hers."

"Now you just sound like Ben!"

"Because even an 11-year-old boy has more common sense than you! She's 17, she'll leave eventually, we're gonna have to make it work."

"Remember when it was just her?" Simon smiled.

"When you were not a total prick? Yeah, I remember."

2001:

"Where's Daddy?" Alexandra asked, crawling on the floor, even after she learned how to walk, she still loved to crawl.

"He's coming home, remember when I told you about Daddy working to buy your Christmas presents?" Emily picked up her little girl and kissed her forehead. "Why do you love Daddy so much? Can't it be Mummy?"

"No! Only Daddy," Alex laughed at her mother's expression when she said that.

"Where are my girls?" Simon opened the door and opened his arms to take his daughter. "There's my little princess! How you doing, sweet pea?"

"Good! I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" He bounced her and kissed all over her chubby little cheeks. "Oh, there's my queen."

"Good one," Emily laughed. "She's been talking about you all day, she's a little chatterbox."

"Aww but that's cute! Remember when she'd speak full sentences before she could even walk? It was a nice party trick."

"I know, and it's cute, but I do hope our next daughter is less chatty. For my sanity."

"I heard that!" Alex gasped.

"See, now you hurt my little princess!" Simon joked. "Can you get me a beer, Em?"

"Noooo I don't like beer Daddy," the little girl cried.

"Wow, that is not concerning at all…" Emily arched an eyebrow. "Did Daddy ever hurt you after drinking beer?"

"Only on the inside…"

"No! I'm not-! You meant your heart, right? I hurt your feelings?" Simon asked, panicked.

"Yeah, you were mean."

"See, Em? Never say that again, sweetie, people might get the wrong idea and then they'll take Daddy to jail. Is that what you want?"

"No! We need to watch Barbie and the Nutcracker!"

"Good girl, if Daddy's in jail he can't watch Barbie and the Nutcracker with you."

2006:

"HIYAAAAAA!" Alex jumped on her father's stomach after bringing him to the floor with a rather flawless valley drop.

"Jesus Christ! That's what we're paying for? For you to learn how to kill your father in karate?" Simon groaned, curling up into a ball.

"It's judo, Daddy!" She laughed.

"Oh pardon me, I wouldn't wanna be rude to the little girl who just broke my ribs. You're always complaining I'm not home enough and when I am, you just wanna punish me."

Alexandra frowned and wrapped her little arms around him, kissing his cheek. She did complain because ever since her mum got pregnant, she would barely see him at all.

He was always 'at work' or with his friends and whenever she saw him, it was beer Daddy, not the one she loved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna hurt you."

"Hey, sweetheart, it's okay," Simon assured, kissing the top of her head. "Daddy's sorry, okay? I wish I could be home more, but- it's hard to explain, my baby. Sometimes grown-ups do silly things even when they know it's wrong and then when they try to undo it, they can't right away. But I promise I'll make it better."

"Are you and Mummy getting divorced?"

"Why did you have to be such a smart girl?" He sighed. "I don't know, darling, I don't want to, but sometimes it's what's best for mummies and daddies."

"And then we'll never see you again?"

"Of course you'll see me, Alex! Even if one day I'm no longer Mummy's husband, I'm still your and your siblings' daddy, that'll never change. You're stuck with me for life, kiddo. Is that okay? You being stuck with your old man?"

"That's okay," Alex smiled. "I wanna come live with you if you leave."

"Why is that, princess?" Simon sat up, a bit worried that she'd given that whole thing so much thought. She shouldn't be pondering on that sort of thing.

"Because Mummy loves Rosie more. She only ever holds Rosie and talks to Rosie and about Rosie."

"Awww Alex, that's not true," he took her in his arms, stroking her long dark waves. "Mummy is only busy with Rosie because she was just born. She's just a little baby and she was born really small, she needs attention."

"I know, but when Ben was born, it wasn't like that. Mummy still loved me when he was a baby."

"Mummy still loves you now, sweetie, don't worry. But if you ever wanna come live with me, that'll be okay and… I mean, not that we're actually getting divorced. That's not happening as far as I'm concerned. Okay?"

"Okay… is it time to go to judo yet?"

"Yeah, it's time, come on."

Simon grabbed her Barbie backpack with her uniform and a little snack.

"Are you gonna stay and watch me?" Alex asked hopefully.

"I can't, sweetie. Daddy's meeting Aunt Helen, but I'll be there when you're done," Simon picked her up and looked up the stairs. "Em! I'm taking the little monster to judo!"

Father and daughter took the train, as Simon wouldn't learn how to drive to save his life, and he dropped her off at her class.

Alex saw Daddy leave and wanted to cry, to scream about how he never sat to watch her practices anymore like the other parents did, but she didn't. She was brave and put on her uniform all by herself.

She diligently got through her class and changed back into her street clothes, excited to tell her father that she was getting a new belt soon.

"Hey, I'm getting the yellow-orange belt, Daddy. It means I'm halfway to getting my orange belt which is my favorite color! I can't wait!" She whispered to herself as she sat right outside the dojo with the other kids.

One by one, the kids were picked up by their parents, but Alexandra stayed there, swinging her little legs and rehearsing what to say to Dad when he finally arrived.

"Yeah, she's still here," the sensei said into the phone. "Don't worry, I know you have a new baby at home, Mrs. Yates, I can drive her. It's no problem."

Alex never got to say her perfectly rehearsed lines celebrating her new achievement. She sat in silence the entire car ride back to her house and when her mother opened the door, she burst into tears.

"Hey, hey sweetie, it's okay," Emily hugged her after putting Rosie down in the crib. "Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry you were scared."

"I wasn't scared! He didn't come and he told me he would! Why won't anyone love me anymore?" Alexandra hit her head on the wall a few times before her mother could catch her.

"Mum? Why is Al hurting herself? Don't hurt yourself, Al!" Ben whispered, bringing her a pillow.

"Hear that? Your brother is worried about you, he loves you and so do I, so does Rosie, so does Daddy. And your grandparents, Aunt Soph…"

"Daddy doesn't love me, he left me there. He's not my daddy anymore!"

"It's not true, Al, you're his precious little princess and he just made a mistake. He forgot he was supposed to be there or he missed the train- the point is, everyone makes mistakes," Emily said even though she was also furious with her husband and that was far from his first fuck up. "Tell me how was class, let me make you something to eat."

"I get a yellow-orange belt next week, I'm not hungry," Alex said while she stomped up the stairs to get to her bedroom.

She hid in there all afternoon and when it was almost time to sleep, the door slowly opened and Simon came in stumbling over himself.

"Mummy just told me what happened, I'm so sorry, my pumpkin pie. I lost track of time, when I realized it was already eight," he slurred.

"Get out of here! You stink, I hate beer Daddy! I hate all daddies! I hate you!"

"I understand, I get it. I love you though and I'm really sorry," he said, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "Mum told me you're getting a new belt? That's exciting, you're one closer to orange, your favorite."

"Whatever, if you cared you would've watched me."

"I swear, I promise next week I'll be there to see it."

"No, you won't! I don't believe you anymore. Go away, I'm going to sleep."

2015:

"That is my monster, it's ears are so fluffy!" Alex read and closed the book. "Now, my little monster Rosie, it's time for bed."

The noise her sister made was indication she wasn't happy about it.

"I know, I know you don't want to. But let me tell you something. I know you can't talk, but you understand me, right? You get what X is saying?"

Rosie didn't nod or give any proof that it was true, but she stared directly at Alex, she was listening.

"If you close your eyes and fall asleep, you can play with the nice monsters and Hippo in dreamland. Right here," she touched Rosie's head. "Don't you wanna play with Hippo and the monsters from the book? Yeah, I know. So please, close your eyes and sleep, alright? I love you, pretty girl."

When Alexandra put up the gate to stop her sister from leaving the room, she noticed her parents were watching from afar.

"Sorry, I'm gonna go wash the dishes now," she chuckled, knowing she was behind on her chores.

"No! Don't you dare, Alex," Emily hugged her tightly. "You help more than enough and honestly I feel bad about it sometimes. Daddy will do the dishes."

"What? Why me?" Simon yelped. "I mean, yeah, I agree she shouldn't have to after getting Rosie to sleep, but why me?"

"Because you're a lazy arse," Alexandra laughed.

"You know what? Let's just order some pizza and relax while we have a little time," Emily suggested.

"Ah come on! We order pizza every week, let's have something different," Simon wrapped his arms around each of them.

"I don't think lazy arses have the right to decide," Alex laughed. "Come on, let's play a game while we wait. Oh! And remember tomorrow everyone needs to come to the gym, I'm getting my black belt!"

"Don't worry, princess, we'll all be there for you," he smiled.

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THE BACKROOM

Landry x F!PC

An expanded fic based off of this one QKS prompt! Commissioned by an anonymous lurker! You can commission me here or on me Kofi

content warning. Prostitute and criminal PC, gangbang, shady dealings, Mind break Landry, cum drunkenness. 3K words

“Nice to see you again so soon.” The smooth voice made Landry cringe, the criminal freezing up for only a moment before turning to face the brothel owner.

His thin t-shirt felt a bit too hot when he met those cat-like eyes, and he quickly yanked down his hood that he had tugged over his face with a futile hope that he wouldn’t be recognised. Of course, he grumpily thought, it had been fruitless, he wasn’t exactly dressed like any other men who would line up for the Friday shows. Others wore sweatpants and tank tops, or a full suit sometimes, ties loosened, and jackets thrown over arms, usually coming straight from work. He had hoped his apparel of jeans with a hoodie would help him blend in, but Briar always seemed to hone in on people who clearly not wanting to be recognised. Probably using that finely tuned humiliation kink to expose those poor sods, exposing them in more ways than one. And right now? Landry was one of those poor sods.

“Hello.” He said wearily, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

He was hunching his shoulders, why the hell was he hunching his shoulders? This wasn’t school anymore and he especially wasn’t Briar’s lackey anymore.

“Here pretty early aren’t you, Lan?” Briar smoothly replied, plucking a spec of nonexistence dust off his sleeve. “If I remember correctly, you usually have nothing but meetings until nine pm. Hard to catch up with an old friend when you can’t even get through on his phone.”

Landry exhaled steadily. He knows. He knows why I’m here and he’s cutting into my time just to piss me off.

“Actually, I’m hosting one of my meetings here.” He jerked his shoulder at the well-dressed group just coming through the door. “They wanted to see the sights of the town and so I brought them here.”

Take the compliment and piss off. Take the compliment and piss off. Take the compliment and piss-

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Briar didn’t take the bait, apparent from the sneer on his face. “Go on then and encourage your clients to stick around when you’re finished. The least you could do if you’re going to take up my best worker’s time.”

Fuck you.

Landry didn’t bother any further and turned away from him sharply, heading further into the brothel with his entourage trotting after him with interested coos as they looked around. He paused in the doorway and looked around, feeling sweat already prick against his temples as he scanned. Where was she…?

There.

He already missed the start of the performance thanks to Briar’s chatting but the group surrounding you on stage had only started to rip of your shirts, buttons flying everywhere. Of course, the crowd was cheering, so you definitely went with the bratty schoolgirl routine. One that was a fan favourite. Landry was caught up in watching, he only took notice of his clients again when one yanked at his elbow.

“Let’s get a table then.” The burly man grinned down at him, lips saying he’s finding Landry’s rare unfocused state amusing, but the teeth saying his patience for it is about to run out. “Talk about moving stock and then enjoy the show, the girls- “

“The men too.” The lithe woman added, clearing her throat. Another man nodded just behind her.

“Yeah, yeah.” The burly guy rolled his eyes. “So, lead the way.”

Landry grunted and started making his way through the crowd to some of the tables right at the back, finding an empty one with a dancer moving sluggishly, in between the workers being bent over the wood and fucked. The criminal cleared his throat and held up two £20 notes and jerked his head for her to get off the tabletop. By some miracle, she understood him despite the dark lighting and the crowd pushing in. She shakily gets down and is almost immediately swallowed up by the mob. Landry and his associates take their seats, at ease at the people, either watching the strippers, fucking some of the employees on the ground, or watching you.

The deal brokered could have been the worst one of his life and Landry would have never known. Too busy glancing off to the side, watching you. Those hands, usually pushing over stolen jewels and wallets, now were jerking off two huge cocks, aiming them at your face. You knew what your clients liked, knew how to work a crowd. Maybe that’s why he struggled to break free of you. You knew how to work people, work them like your fans, hollering at the group to fuck you harder. Your crocodile tears did wonderfully, the perfect image of a schoolgirl wandering down the wrong road and now forced to take one, two, three, four cocks and one cunt.

Fuck, your tongue must be good, the way the woman rode your face, head thrown back. Landry shifted in his seat, too aware of his hard cock as he watched the two cocks bully their way into your pussy. Pretending to listen, he just nodded his head at the conversation going on, as the last man was bouncing your ass on his cock, grunting and sweating.

The meeting must have concluded because he had his pen in hand and was scribbling down his signature on a piece of paper, just as the group on stage began to cum, painting your face, your tits, your cunt, your thighs, your ass. Landry quietly cursed the woman for sitting on your face, and not letting him see your own orgasm… If you even got one. The thought had him shiver.

A hand slapping his back brought him out of his trance and he shook his head, as if to clear his head. The criminal glanced at his clients, the woman tucking his signed paper into her blazer before turning to a nearby male dancer, holding her purse at him, and strutting off to a private room. The others leered at the workers making their way through the crowd, back in their element of charming the clientele now that you were off the stage.

“Maybe I should go and see if Miss Gangbang needs an extra hand in her lessons.” The burly man chuckled to his friend, starting to get up from his seat.

Landry felt a flash of something uncommon, something ugly with teeth and gripped the man’s shoulder, pushing him back down in his chair. At the bewildered looks, he simply scowled and made his way through the thinning crowd, most having lost their interest now that your section of the night was done. He passed Briar on his way to your personal changing room, ignoring the smirk.

You jumped slightly as the door opened, spinning around, and holding your towel up to your chest, trying to hide from the sudden intruder. Landry found it cute. Hiding your dignity like you didn’t get split open so easily on stage.

However, the smile you gave him was automatic, and he returned it with a slight lift of his own lips.

“Landry!” You greeted, not lowering your towel. “… We didn’t have a meeting happening now, did we? Did I miss it?”

“No.” He says a bit too quickly. “But I did want to talk… Business.”

You tilted your head and flashed an uneasy smile. Landry wasn’t someone who really reached out about stuff unless it was serious. Or if it was useful to him, like those damned black boxes that somehow always managed to get lost in the ass end of nowhere and almost always endangered your life.

“Sure, go- “

“Not here. Someone could walk in.” And he didn’t want any interruptions.

You blinked and nodded before clearing you throat awkwardly.

“You can go get a room for us… I just need to get changed.”

Landry blinked and flushed, as if he just noticed your state of undress. Which he was more than aware of.

You got dressed back in the outfit you wore on stage, with minimal ripping to your uniform. It would be embarrassing, especially in front of Landry, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting, especially since he was the one to seek you out like this. Not to mention having your sort-of boss wait in a room where people had been fucking in all day.

You were wrong though. Landry admired your uniform. Immensely. In fact, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the way it skimmed your thighs deliciously. He struggled with speaking first for a change too, so you two just quietly sat together, peeling wallpaper and strange smelling covers for the bed. You finally stopped leaning against the wall and sat down next to him, admiring his throat absentmindedly. He usually wore turtlenecks, so seeing the unblemished expanse of skin, with his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he struggled to speak, was a bit distracting.

Finally, he glanced at you. He had to wonder if you looked this appealing to those people out there in the brothel, hungrily stuffing money into your hand before rutting into you like an animal. He did know one thing for certain, is that Briar did somehow know what was happening in each of the rooms, just so no workers stole money, kept it all for themselves or the clients walked off without paying. It’s why you two had agreed that you would never try to steal something from the clients in the brothel, even if that was where they were most unguarded.

Hard to be guarded when your cock’s out, Landry quietly thought. He’d be focusing on trying to stuff it back into his jeans or seeing exactly which hole he should indulge in.

He really shouldn’t be thinking with his dick right now. Or he should be. He came here for a reason, not just because he suddenly thought a sweaty, humid sex club would be a great place to conduct business. Briar always teased him for not ever wanting to dirty his squeaky-clean shoes with his dirty, cum carpet but Landry couldn’t take it anymore. You were an itch a random couldn’t scratch for him.

“Landry?” You murmured, splintering his rapid train of thought. “… The business?”

“Yeah.” His voice sounded hoarse.

You reached out to shyly take his hand, but he gripped your wrist. Ten rumpled £20 were pressed into your palm. You weren’t stupid, just shocked.

You didn’t move and Landry took that as consent, gripping your chin roughly and leaning into mouth at your bottom lip, teeth and tongue prying your mouth apart greedily. You took a moment to understand, as if you didn’t understand that he had been carrying around this sin, and it only grew every time he looked at you, that he didn’t want to fuck into you until you cried from overstimulation.

Your fingers flitted over his wrist for a moment before settling one on his hip and the other on his crotch, feeling up his throbbing erection. The criminal hissed sharply against your lips and pulled away, just as you started to kiss him back.

“J-Just… Get on your stomach and raise your hips.”

He wouldn’t be able to bear it if after all this time of trying to get up the courage to finally give into his vices, he’d cum in his trousers like a teenager from just some fondling. You gaped at him for a moment before turning away, clambering on your knees to the centre of the bed. Grabbing a pillow to rest your chin on, you flipped up your skirt, and settled down, just as he ordered.

Oh. Your touches weren’t the thing he was in danger from cumming untouched from. It was that cum leaking cunt, just a bit swollen from the bullying he saw it took on stage, but oh so pretty. Transfixed, Landry leaned in, brushing his pale, slender thumb over your hole down to your clit.

“I-I would have… Cleaned myself out properly if I had known you wanted to…” You trailed off but he wasn’t listening.

His cock throbbed as he stroked over your cunt again. He was used to cold and hard. The rigid stools of his pub, or the air-conditioned office he holed up in for most of his adult life. Cold, hard cash exchanging gloved hands.

But you were soft, warm… Inviting him into your body. He felt like you were sucking his thumb in when he dipped it into your hole. You had been fucked, not loose, but ready for him. The thought made his stomach twinge and he finally got up from his seated position and shucked his trousers down, hissing between his teeth as his erection finally sprang free.

The Fence got properly behind you, his cock skimming your raised ass and leaving pre-cum glinting against your skin. He smacked his cockhead against the rim of your ass for a few moments before diverting his attention back to your cunt. You squirmed as you felt his bare thighs press against your legs, his skin a bit colder than you were expecting, making you shift a bit. Your squirming had your hole kiss his cock momentarily and Landry hissed through his teeth.

“S-Sorry.” You murmured before squeaking as his fingers dug into the soft of your ass.

Landry used his thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart, dragging the length of his cock along your cunt, getting it wet. He had to close his eyes, biting down on his lip to keep from swearing. He was not going to cum from a pussy job, he didn’t want to cum just from a pussy job, but just rubbing against you was okay, just for a bit.

Your slick and your colleagues’ cum covered his cock in no time, Landry barely noticing that you always had begun to shiver as his shaft teased your poor clit with its movements. Ah… Fuck.

You froze up slightly as his cockhead pressed against your hole, savouring the feeling just for a moment before slipping in, almost at home inside your cunt. Landry groaned, his tight grip on your ass shivering as he hunched over you, more like a dog over his mate, than a man.

Something new you learned about your boss… Landry’s cock was as slender and tall as he was.

And by god, his cockhead nudged deliciously at a spot that had your knees weak.

“Fuck.” You breathed, eyes hazy as you gripped the sheets.

“Fuck.” He agreed.

Landry gave an experimental thrust, hips snapping against your ass with a wet slap, and you whined into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. Soon he began a rough rhythm, the slick sounds of you pussy and combined moans filling the room. The headboard joined in, smacking against the wall with deep thumps, Landry too focused on fucking into you as deep as he could to notice the noise. Your toes were curling with every nudge of his cockhead inside of you, your fingers gripping the sheets tighter and tighter as you moaned and bounced back on him.

You were getting oh so close when you felt him shiver, cum filling you in heavy spurts before dripping out, onto the sheets. You gave a satisfied sigh. You honestly didn’t cum a lot in your line of work, but it was rare that someone knew what they were doing when fucking you. You were about to sit up, maybe turn to Landry and offer a few kisses when his hand clamped over your mouth. You froze up in shock but calmed down slightly when perfectly ironed out notes fluttered down in front of you. More than before.

“I’m sorry.” Landry murmured into your ear. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, please, please, just let me- “

He was hardening rapidly inside of you again and immediately started working his hips, this time his chest pressed against your sweaty back. When he wasn’t babbling softly, his teeth nipped at your neck, your ear, leaving small, dark marks on your skin. The hand that covered your mouth pulled back and instead clutched at your chest, not even playing with your nipples, just kneading at the soft of your breast.

Both of your moaning and soft swearing resumed within seconds, rutting against each other like beasts in heat. Here, with his nose buried in your neck, his teeth decorating your skin and his cock bullying your soft, squishy insides, Landry could admit that you, your body, you skills, you, had proved to be such a divine weakness, he couldn’t handle it.

Before too long, he came again, and more notes fluttered down from above you.

Then again, and more notes.

By the time your thighs were wet with his cum and your own orgasms, he had simply pushed his wallet into your hand, both of you naked and sweaty and coiled around each other. Mouths pressed against each other lazily, Landry slurring out soft apologies as he ruined your lips, your cunt, littered every inch of you with bruises from his grip, with love bites.

When finally his ball tightened painfully, out of cum to fuck into you over and over again, you were out, snoozing against his shoulder, after murmuring for him to keep using you, despite the haze that settled over your mind.

Landry let his head flop back against the pillow and sighed, letting his cock spring out of you, strings of cum still connecting your hole with his head.

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He pressed kisses along your face as he murmured his gratitude to you in a low voice.

It wasn’t exactly how he had planned for this to go. Landry fully had just expected to use you once, maybe even just let you jerk him off and disappear back into his pub, back into his cool office with the hard chair. Lying with you on his chest, both of you fucked out of cum and with crumpled bank notes surrounding the two of you, was not in his planner, admittedly.

Though, he did wonder if he should offer to properly clean and iron out the notes for you, when you had awoken. It would give you both some time to see if his old chair could withstand both of your weights as you waited for your notes to finish up.

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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The Shape of You Pt. 3

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: M

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, angst, and mentions of murder

Word Count: 7.1k

Part 1 / 2

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @msghostface @izumima

(A/N:) Hello readers and followers of this series! I am so sorry it took me so long to get part 3 finished! I had over half of it written really fast and then everything that could happen happened and kept me from finishing part 3! But it’s finally here and I hope that maybe after Christmas I can actually get back to writing regularly cause this is the time of year where I can barely get anything done. So if I’m able to write part 4 during this time it will truly be a miracle. So don’t abandon this if I disappear because I still have tons of ideas and lots of things to explore. Also if you rather I am posting this as a multi-chapter fic on A03 under the same title! So if you don’t want to bounce around on tumblr you can find it there! So here you go and sorry once more! Thank you for your patience and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Your dreamless slumber came to an abrupt end as the alarm at your bedside blared it’s annoying tune. Grumpily smacking the off button you turned over to escape the rays of sunlight peeking through your curtains and blinds of your bedroom window. Your body protested as your joints screamed for you to stay still. Exhaustion had completely taken you over last night once you laid in your bed, so it took you a little while just laying there while memories of the past two days came flooding back. Your mind felt overwhelmed and you trembled slightly as thoughts of Michael came back. Did he actually stay or were you going to be disappointed by his lack of presence?

Carefully moving the covers back to keep from jerking your sore body, you tried to keep from panicking. He wasn’t a dog, you couldn’t make him stay or keep him like a pet. This wasn’t about taming him to you as you hated the thought of him being captured once more and locked up. He did horrible things, you could admit that but even you could tell that Michael never had the help that he needed. You can’t imagine, didn’t really want to either, all that they have done to him. You shivered, wiping at tears that slipped through your barriers. It was your turn to help, your turn to explore and learn about him. If he wanted it, you wouldn’t force him. But if he wasn’t still here with you, you couldn’t lie it would break your heart, but you would accept his decision.

So you dressed with a determination that no matter what happens you would accept it and let Michael make his own decision. Your work attire felt stifling as you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth before finishing your hair and makeup. You looked the worse for wear but that was why makeup was invented. The last thing that needed to happen was nosy co-workers butting in on your life. Once you were satisfied with your looks and hid enough of the exhaustion to look normal, you steeled yourself. The moment of truth to see if this was going to work out. While you wanted to run, you couldn’t bring yourself too. The nervousness was eating you inside but if Michael was still asleep you didn’t want to wake him up because you were panicking over whether he stayed or not. At the end of the hall you sucked in a deep breath holding it in your aching lungs before peeking around the corner. Before you could stop it the breath you held released in a whoosh at the sight of Michael, too big for the couch, still snoozing away under the blankets you brought him. His naturally curly hair was more tussled than usual from sleep and his soft pink mouth with lips barely parted snoring softly.

You giggled behind your hand trying to stifle the noise to not wake him. He had seen you asleep so now the tables were turned and you felt giddy from the power it gave you. Not to mention that he was super adorable in a deep sleep. He murmured quietly before turning over and nuzzling deeper in your pillow. Though you knew you needed to finish getting around you had to watch him for a few more moments before going into the kitchen to make your coffee and some breakfast.

Michael couldn’t remember the last time that he had slept so soundly. Even though he had to sleep on a couch he couldn’t remember a comfier place that he had gotten to stay. He knew that his childhood bed had to be comfier but that had been so long ago he could barely remember what it looked like in his room. He had had a few toys but rarely played with them, he didn’t have anyone to play with him. Though the neighborhood mother’s sent their sons over to play in pity, he never wanted to play. Even at such a young age Michael knew what everyone thought of him. You were the first person to not look at him in pity or unfettered disgust. So after he had fallen asleep there was no discomfort in him so he slept so soundly in what seemed like the first time in his life.

You were an enigma that he wanted to understand, even if it took him a lifetime to figure out. Though he slept deeply Michael was still aware of his surroundings. He could feel your eyes watching him but he was so comfortable that he went on sleeping. It wasn’t until he heard you in the kitchen, cooking and finishing up some things before leaving, did he finally peel back the covers and rise. He stretched lazily scratching his scalp causing his already ruffled hair to stick up worse. Still wearing your too small robe he made his way to the kitchen doorway on quiet bare feet to watch you. Deep brown and glassy blue watching every movement you made as you danced around your kitchen. His head cocked to the side losing himself in the progress you made.

Unlike last night you were in your working attire with your hair up professionally and makeup marring your face. Michael knew right then he didn’t like the makeup you covered yourself with, he preferred you natural as you were the realest person he had come across. Your back was turned but you could feel something watching you. While stirring eggs in a pan you caught a glimpse of Michael out of the corner of your eye. Though it still spooked you to some extent you were getting used to his quiet and watchful presence.

“Good morning,” you greeted, shocking him this time. “Want some eggs and toast?”

Michael true to his natural fashion didn’t speak but nodded. He was never a fan of the powdered eggs that the cooks in the mental hospital gave him, he wanted to relive what it was like having a real egg in so many years.

“I can’t stay long to eat with you,” you said around a mouthful of eggs. “I’m probably going to be late as it is. But it’s not fun eating breakfast alone. While I’m gone you can watch TV, or read some of my books in the extra room. I also have some magazines. Just make sure you don’t go outside or look out the windows. My neighbors are so nosy, they’ll spot you and call the police.”

Michael didn’t answer or acknowledge anything you said. You stared at him for a moment waiting for him to do anything to let you know he heard. He felt your stare penetrating his face before he looked up mid-scoop of eggs staying precariously balanced on the spoon. His eyes met yours before he quirked an eyebrow, he looked away unable to hold your gaze. He nodded again making it known he had heard.

“Thank you Michael,” you whispered. You felt embarrassed for staring at him so much, especially when he stared back. Before you could register what you were doing you reached out towards him. Michael, too busy paying attention to his food, didn’t realize what was going on before your hand gently cupped his scarred cheek. His silverware clattered against the plate as he looked up with a shocked look. You jerk backwards like you’d been burned by a hot iron instead of stroking his rough cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly, bolting for the door. You didn’t stop running until you were in your car. Michael watched the door slam shut behind you, his chest heaving as emotions flooded his core. Your hand was so gentle and soft. Of course you had touched him before as you treated his wounds but this was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but the way you had stroked at his skin was unlike anything he had experienced before. His skin tingled where you touched as his gut was turning flip flops inside. He was sure the eggs that he had consumed would make a reappearance until he sucked in a deep breath to calm himself.

You found it hard to concentrate on the road as your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and regrets. You shouldn’t have touched him so soon. You seemed to keep forgetting that you only had known him for two days, but for some reason it had felt like longer. Your hands quivered causing you to tighten your grip on the steering wheel to make them stop. Just because he had been nice to you and had yet to murder you like he had others, didn’t mean Michael wasn’t dangerous. Though his body seemed to be on the smaller side compared to other men you knew, he could lift others like it was nothing. He had strength unmeasurable and his mind was a place that you had yet to even scratch the surface of. You wanted nothing more than to see, to erase so many years of bad. But you couldn’t get impatient.

You sat behind your computer once again like nothing had ever even happened but you were lost in a daze. You explained (lied) to your boss why you hadn’t come in yesterday, fortunately he bought it but now you couldn’t get your mind on work. You may have brought yourself to work but your mind was at home, wondering about Michael. Ivan steered clear for the first time in his life and no one seemed willing to get close to you at the moment. Though you didn’t realize it since you were completely lost in your own head as the never ending carousel of thoughts kept going around and around. You tapped mindlessly on the keys one at a time, barely getting anything done when a hand grabbed your shoulder. You shot up out of the office chair letting out a shriek as Julie backed away from you, hands raised in surrender.

“I’m sorry (Y/N),” she spoke quietly. “Boss wanted me to let you know that it’s your lunch break. You didn’t hear him the first few times he called.”

You shook your head trying to rid yourself of all thoughts of Michael. It’s like you couldn’t even function now without him. He had your mind in such a grip that it was beginning to become a problem. You just wished that what happened this morning hadn’t happened, cause now you’re even more worried that he’d have enough of you. Michael hadn’t been in your personal space too much so you needed to be mindful of his, no matter how much you wanted to touch that scar and look deep into his wounded eye.

“No no I’m sorry Julie,” you sighed trying to hide the blush popping up. “I’ve been out of it the last couple of days.”

“Are you alright?”

Sirens began to scream in your head. You didn’t want to lie too much as it would come back to bite you and it wasn’t just your life it would ruin. Michael deserves so much more and you were not about to be the reason that his life went back to that nightmare.

“Yeah I’m just exhausted from the last two days. Guess I didn’t get enough rest.”

Her eyes widened making your more nervous. “Me neither! That whole ordeal with Michael Myers and the fact that he is still out there has me so scared. I go straight home and don’t go out.”

Your blood ran cold as soon as she said Michael Myers. Now you really had to step lightly. Cause you couldn’t just blurt out that he’s completely harmless and living in your home to boot.

‘Oh Michael?! Nah you got it all wrong he’s actually been mistreated. Oh and he’s living in my home right now and he hasn’t killed me yet.’

Yeah definitely not going to fly very well. You breathed deeply trying to calm your nerves, Michael would just have to forgive you for painting him to be a terrible person, cause that is all everyone believes in Haddonfield.

“I know what you mean. I can’t believe he got out again,” you shivered trying your best to look fearful. “I didn’t even want to come to work.”

Okay now that last part wasn’t even a lie, though the reason you didn’t want to leave the house is because you didn’t want to leave said Michael Myers. You couldn’t explain why you wanted to be around him so much.

“Gotta pay the bills somehow,” Julie chuckled before walking away. “Enjoy your break and if you’re scared of walking to your car Ivan has offered to walk us to our cars if we’re scared.”

You rolled your eyes and snorted softly. Of course Ivan would offer to “take care” of his female coworkers, in exchange for favors that you most definitely wouldn’t like. It’s funny how Michael had more manners than a so called civilized person. What a joke.

“That’s so sweet of him,” you cooed as a nauseas feeling settled in your gut. “But I’ll be fine. Thank you again for letting me know and sorry for being so out of it. I’ll get better.”

“That’s okay,” she laughed before getting serious again. “The faster they capture Michael the happier I’ll be.”

“Me too,” you lied wanting to puke as the words left your lips. You owe Michael a big apology dinner. Though he wouldn’t know what you were apologizing for.

Stopping by the office cafeteria, you grabbed a sandwich before going to your car. You had already decided that you were going to go by the local Goodwill for clothes so you wouldn’t have one place to go after work. It wasn’t too far from the office so you could spend quite a bit of time there getting Michael some used closed that he could wear comfortably. He wasn’t going to wear those stupid overalls forever, though he probably would if you let him. You decided that you would get him some underwear and socks from the local market as the thought of used underwear was enough to make you sick again.

The parking lot was barren as you pulled in and shut the car off. Grabbing your purse and shoving the keys in one of the pockets you made your way inside. Grabbing a basket you went straight to the men’s section to see what you could find. He definitely needed several pairs of pants and several shirts. You honestly didn’t know how hard Michael was on clothes in a normal situation, so you wanted to get him enough to last for awhile. You first decided to look for pants in the large section. Majority of the time you came here for yourself, as new clothes were too expensive for a single woman on her own. You didn’t care what people thought of you being thrifty, as you had gotten really good at telling when a piece of clothing would last awhile compared to other really used ones.

You moved several different pairs of dress pants out of the way, Michael wouldn’t need dress pants as he couldn’t leave and go out. Maybe someday, you hoped. You picked out a couple pairs of shorts so he could have something comfortable to lounge in before you finally found the holy grail. You hurriedly shoved pants hanging off wire hangers to find a perfect pair of jeans. You could tell that they had been maybe wore twice by whoever owned them first as they were in such good condition, plus a really good brand. Your throat dried out as you thought about Michael wearing these jeans. His back end could fill out a pair of coveralls well, not that you were really looking, so there’s no telling how much these jeans would look good on him, but the tears in the knees were making your knees weak.

You imagined the material hugging his shapely legs and strong thighs. You shook your head violently, knowing you were getting ahead of yourself. Placing the jeans into the basket you picked out one more pair before looking for some pajama pants. Two more pairs of pajamas and you headed to the shirts. Two short sleeve, one long sleeve, a couple tanks, and a plaid shirt later and you were almost ready to check out. You wanted to grab him a couple of every day wear shoes, yes you knew you were spending a lot on Michael but it all seemed worth it. You found a pair of combat boots he could wear with his jeans and sneakers that would be comfortable for every day. You also wanted to get him a pair of slippers but you would get that with the other stuff he needed at the market.

With purchases in tow you went back to your car to deposit the bags into your trunk. The last thing you needed was Ivan poking his nose where it don’t belong and seeing that you bought a lot of men’s clothes. You couldn’t think of a good lie that would keep the gossip at a minimum, since everyone knew you didn’t date.

Back at work you hummed thoughtfully to yourself, thoughts back on Michael and all the clothes you had gotten him. Everyone could see that you were in a much better mood while you got busy finishing the work that had piled up in your absence. Your mood couldn’t be dashed as you grew more excited as time went by until you got to go home and show Michael what you gotten him.

Michael had watched you leave from the window after you rushed out the door in embarrassment. His cheek still tingled from the contact with your hand. He couldn’t really think about you leaving or how long you were going to be gone as his thoughts were a whirlwind battering him around to and fro. He closed the curtain back before sitting on the couch. He couldn’t bring himself to go back and finish his breakfast as the look on your face when you realized what you were doing was going to haunt him. For the first time to touch him in such a familiar way, he would have never thought you would have acted. Though he was sure his reaction didn’t help you, you just took him by surprise. It’s not that he didn’t like it, as soon as the contact left his skin he wanted to grab you and bring you back. He regretted making you feel like you had done something wrong.

So now he had to find out what he could do to pass the time until the time you came back from work. From a six year old boy to now a grown man he had had a set schedule in the sanitarium that was an every day occurrence, now that he was free with no rules (except the stay inside and don’t look outside one) he was lost on what he could possibly do. He never had the freedom to explore hobbies or activities he would enjoy. This new found freedom was a little daunting as he tried to decide how to spend the time, where he used to would just stare out a window until the doctors told him differently. He didn’t mind giving up the window as he was gaining a lot more, but there was things he was going to have to get used to. Not having anyone watch him every moment of every day, orders coming from ruthless security guards who would harm you just because you didn’t obey fast enough, doctors poking and prodding, nonstop questions of how he was feeling or is there anything new he’d like to share, medicines that kept him barely conscious. It was all so different, an intoxicating sense of liberty as Michael lurched to his feet and decided to explore your bedroom more.

He opened the door leaving it ajar once he passed through. Your pajamas laid in a half-hazard pile from changing into work clothes as your bed remained unmade, the messed up blankets thrown to one side. Michael hadn’t seen such a bed as he was used to the hospital cots that were lumpy and draped with thin blankets. He rubbed a scarred hand across where you had slept, the soft feel of the sheets a luxury that he had never possessed. He moved carefully sitting on the bed, it groaning under his large frame before laying back his head placed on the pillow you had used last night. He pulled the blankets across him bringing the hem up to his nose where he breathed in deeply. He could smell your scent ingrained in the blankets, your body wash and laundry detergent soaked into the fibers while your pillow smelled of your natural scent with a mix of your shampoo and conditioner. He never felt such comfort as the mattress sunk down contouring to his hard muscles, relaxing him immediately. Though he slept perfectly fine in the night he begun to feel himself nod off at the comfort of the bed and being surrounded by your presence. He checked one more time to see if the door remained open before he drifted off to sleep.

Michael awoke a little groggy but well rested, more so than he had felt in so many years. He checked the clock on your bedside table to see that three hours had passed since he had fallen asleep and he still had a couple more at least until you came home. He got up and stretched before leaving your bedroom to explore your hobby room in the daylight. He also didn’t want to just sit around and wait like a pet dog waiting for it’s owner to come home from a long day away. Now that he could get away with it, he flicked the light switch and leaving the door ajar. He could see your projects much clearer and all that you had created. Piles of sketch books sat around your cluttered desk as paints and brushes littered the top. You had half finished canvases stacked on one side of the wall and another stack of finished projects against another wall.

Michael sat down beside the finished ones flipping through to see all that you’ve done. He wondered what you thought of all these paintings you’ve done. Were you proud? Did you hate them? Was there things you both liked and hated about each piece? His mind churning questions in a raging whirlpool as he focused on the last one. A painting of your street with kids playing in the road. A few played baseball, their forms forever engraved into paint, while a couple of girls skipped rope. A few younger children played hopscotch on the sidewalk. Michael closed his eyes trying to remember such times in his childhood, but none came. He tried to forget the past after killing his sister as no wonderful memories were ever made like these children in your painting. He set it back down a little roughly and while his hands longed to destroy it he couldn’t bring himself to because of you. He thought of all the time you had had to spend with every stroke, every line, and every mix of the paint. He gave it one last warm but longing stare before going to the canvases that have yet to finish coming to life.

Your hands were magic, he decided as he searched through everything. While his was good for taking life your’s was a miracle incarnate bringing such vivid details to life. Every stroke, every line breathed life. While Michael’s brought death yours was the exact opposite. The Persephone to his Hades as you were bringing spring to his dark depths of Hell. You inspired him, life could be more than some form of revenge. That’s all he ever wanted in life and he did not care if it took his very breath from him to achieve it. You could shoot him. Stab him. Carve out his heart and he wouldn’t stop until his goal was met. Bring misery and horrors that he had suffered and nurtured in his own personal nightmare. Fifteen years was a long time to hold something deep inside, it festered and boiled, making him into what he was now. But now he felt that melt away as he learned more and more about you. You were the sunlight to a man trapped in the darkest and dankest cell known to man. He longed for fresh oxygen and the kiss of the golden rays of your being.

He looked at the clock again, this time ticking away above the door he had left wide open. Too long until you came back to him, he had to find something to do before he decided back to his old ways, though he knew it would take him from you. Feeling inspired and deciding to give this drawing thing that you so much enjoyed a try. He picked up a newer sketch pad and a few charcoal pencils. Surely you wouldn’t mind if he took a few pages from your sketch book and some pencils with him?

When you finally pulled up to your house you were feeling a small nagging voice of guilt for taking so long. Grocery shopping had taken a lot longer than you had planned due to running into some acquaintances you hadn’t seen in quite some time at said grocery store. So that put you behind a lot further than you anticipated and you really hoped that Michael wouldn’t be too mad at you.

Grabbing the bags of refrigerated items first, you set them down for a second to unlock the door. You didn’t expect Michael to unlock said door as he couldn’t afford to be seen, ever. Once you had the door open you picked the bags back up and made your way inside. Michael only had a few lamps on in the living room as he sat on the couch with one of your sketch pads and several different mediums of your charcoal pencils. His brow was furrowed in concentration, so much that he had yet to notice you standing there in the doorway. The plastic bags went back down with a loud crinkle and you closed the front door so no curious neighbors could see inside until you went back outside to unload the rest of the things you bought. At the noise you made Michael finally looked up, his expression showed a flash of guilt at being caught using your supplies without permission, but that seemed to evaporate when he saw the curiosity on your face.

You approached him with easy steps and leaned over to see what he was doing. Sketches of people, animals, and trees covered the once pristine white paper, but in all honesty you were quite impressed with the start Michael had. It was in no way professional but you saw the potential inside right there on the paper.

“That’s pretty cool Michael,” you cooed gently holding out your hand. He gently placed the pad in your hand to look over his sketches more closely. You tapped your chin and cocked your head side to side to get the full effect of his strokes.

“Definitely some potential there,” you nodded handing it back to him. He blushed softly before taking it back from you all the while trying to hide his face behind his curls. You laughed picking the grocery bags up once again and depositing them into the kitchen.

“I got more stuff to bring in and once I’m through we’ll get you into some comfier clothes and you don’t have to wear my robe ever again.”

You could tell Michael was excited for having something new to wear, he could have worn his overalls that you had washed but it didn’t seem right anymore. He thought longingly about his mask before shaking his head of the thoughts while he watched you go back outside before hauling in more plastic bags filled with food and some were full of clothing and daily needs for him. Michael helped by taking the grocery items into the kitchen for you all the while staying out of sight. When you had everything inside you closed and locked the door for a final time before starting to put everything up and letting Michael go through all the items you had purchased for him today. He was impressed by the clothing articles you picked out for him and he immediately changed into the fresh underwear and lounge wear you had chosen for him. You were elated that he was enjoying his new clothes and he continued to look through everything while you started cooking something fast and delicious.

Michael watched closely as you pointed and talked about different things you had bought telling him why you chose that certain item and describing the clothing. He watched your slim digits with longing, wondering what they would feel like tangled with this long thick fingers. Was your palm warm or was it cold? He could just imagine the silky softness of your skin of your hand nestled with his rough calloused one.

“Michael,” you asked regaining his attention. He shook his head quickly dashing away all thoughts that took his mind out of the present. He stared at you, eyes hazy from his rising temperature and slightly hidden by his thick hair.

“Do you like everything? If not I can go find some other things at the store?”

“He shook his head quickly.

“You don’t like them,” you deflated right before his very eyes and his heart shattered.

He nodded at your question.

“You don’t want anything else,” you tried again. It was difficult to understand him as he still had yet to be vocal in your presence.

He shook his head and immediately your mood lightened. Though he couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated, mostly at himself. He hadn’t spoke in so long and he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything just yet. They had tried for years back at the Sanitarium to forcefully make him speak so it was hard for him to want to say anything, even in a safe environment that was your home. He watched you leave to go stir dinner on the stove. Whatever you made smelled delicious it made his stomach rumble.

“I notice you didn’t eat the burger in the fridge Michael,” you spoke your back still turned from him. “Did you eat anything else today besides breakfast?”

You turned around to see him guiltily staring at the table and rubbing at the scars on his fingers. You sighed, but you couldn’t get angry at him. Michael’s whole daily life had everything surrounded by a schedule ever since he was a kid, it was going to take more than just one day for him to break that and think for himself. Though he wanted to keep the fact that he hadn’t finished his breakfast either a secret from you as well. After you had left so abruptly his appetite had vanished immediately. Then he fell asleep and slept for a while before getting distracted by other things. Eating had been the furthest thing in his mind, but now with you home and the smell of cooking filling the house, he finally realized just how hungry he really is. His stomach once again betrayed him by giving a very audible growl. You laughed just shaking your head.

“You have to take care of yourself too,” you replied hands on your hips, though no part of you was mad. You were just concerned about him taking care of himself especially if you were going to be gone for the majority of the day during the work week.

“Just promise me that you’ll eat at least a little something while I’m away,” you pleaded grasping his hands with yours. Michael sucked in a breath staring at your joined hands his brown eye widening at the sudden contact. You pretended not to notice as you didn’t want a repeat of just this morning. You wanted to be strong and brave, to show Michael you didn’t fear him, but you didn’t want to run him off by being too forward as he was still needing to learn a lot about the outside world. It took several heartbeats until he finally nodded. Him not answering annoyed you a little, but you were just glad he agreed to try better to take better care of himself while you were gone.

“Thank you,” you whispered releasing him to go take dinner off of the stove.

You placed the spaghetti on the table before setting a couple of plates and forks and filling two glasses with water. Michael dished his own pasta out onto his plate before holding the spoon in one hand and holding out his other towards you. You were confused for just a second as he looked at you expectantly before handing your plate over. Michael shoveled pasta onto your plate before setting it back into your awaiting palms. He stifled the giggle at the amount he gave you (because you knew you couldn’t make a normal amount of spaghetti anyway) but tucked into it. While he wasn’t the best conversationalist around the dinner table you kind of enjoyed the peaceful quiet surrounding the easy atmosphere.

Michael finished first before taking his plate to the sink. You finished next and put the food away before deciding washing dishes could wait. You were exhausted from the day and a shower sounded so heavenly you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. You explained to Michael that you were going to take a shower and then you and him could see what was playing on TV before bed. Michael nodded and you started down the hallway. You noticed that all the doors to every room was left open. You just chalked it up as Michael was used to people shutting doors behind him, he’d eventually learn that it was polite to close doors that had been left closed, you were definitely going to need the patience of a saint when it came to learning about him.

Though you knew he was going to have to have patience when it came to you too. A relationship like this was always a two way street and you were more than willing to deal with anything Michael needed to learn, in hopes that he would feel the same way. So you gathered what you needed from your room and shut the door back. You closed the bathroom door to get ready for your hot shower.

Michael watched you closely from the living room and as soon as you disappeared he started to get nervous as his knee started to jolt up and down in agitation. His palms became clammy and his breathing started to come in rapid pants. He couldn’t take the thought of something being closed off from him, especially you. What if something happened to you and he couldn’t get to you? What if you suddenly found him useless and left him alone, abandoning him like everyone else in his life had? He couldn’t take the thought of being abandoned once more. He bolted from the couch his steps pounding against the floorboards of the hallway before bursting through the door of the bathroom. His eyes burning in rage and fear as you stood in the middle of your bathroom half undressed.

“Michael,” you covered yourself with a towel screeching at his sudden bombardment into the bathroom. “Get out!” You shoved him through the door closing the door and locking it behind him. While Michael had seen his fair share of girls in different states of undress, he found himself a little flustered. There was something about you and your soft stomach, legs, and look of bewilderment that had him shaking. But it was quickly dashed by the now closed and locked door. He felt trapped, like an animal. The walls closing in just like they did in his prison of so many years.

His chest heaved, he was drowning in panic at the barrier between you both. The sunlight locked from his reach as it had been for so long, it was enough to bring him to his knees. Suddenly a crash sounded behind the door you were behind and that’s when the instinct inside, like a frenzied animal, he battered down the door. You shrieked rattling the windows, now completely bare to Michael’s gaze as you were knelt down picking up your shampoo bottle that fell. He stood before you shaking like the whole home was being rattled by an earthquake, his hands quivering, and the one brown eye swiveling widely showing the whites of his eyes. You could have sworn he was a spooked horse instead of a man that you had invited into your home.

Did his dark side finally grip him enough that he was going to take you out? You couldn’t be sure as you stood back up naked as the day you were born shaking in fear. Michael came forward causing you to stumble backwards, he righted you with a strong grip on your smaller shoulders and shaking you firmly. His gaze locked with yours brown and icy blue unwavering as strongly as his grip. He completely ignored your womanly assets to stare deep down into your gaze, you knew it had to be the end. He snapped, completely tired of you and you couldn’t begin to understand why. Maybe he was the monster everyone said?

“N-no,” his low guttural voice shook you to your core. You could have melted immediately from just the sound. Not from the release of all the tension but just from the surprise that he actually spoke. And it wasn’t what you expected, though raspy from disuse his thick husky voice deeper than you ever imagined. You drowned within the sound before you could rein in your thoughts to find out what he possibly could mean.

“No?” You asked in confusion hoping that he would speak more. Explain himself to you. And selfishly you wanted to hear more, the tone of him causing you to go weak in the knees.

He shook his head, “no,” and he pointed to the door.

Realization took over and the cogs within your mind began to work. First you finally remembered just how nude you actually were and secondly the reason behind Michael’s behavior. You gently grasped his hand and removed it with no sudden movement that could cause him to explode. Covering yourself you finally were ready to speak with him.

“Are you talking about the doors,” you finally asked. He nodded again and you once more grew frustrated with the lack of communication.

“Is it because they kept you locked up and away from everything in Grove?”

More nodding.

“Michael you need to talk to me,” you huffed.

“Don’t,” he breathed trying to gain the courage within himself. “Don’t like doors.”

“But I have to have some privacy,” you put your hands on your now covered hips. “It’s not normal to watch a woman shower in her home Michael.”

“Need you,” he shook and your heart melted. You took his hand again as he looked like a kicked puppy and you lead him to the toilet. You placed the seat down and helped him to ease down. Holding his head against your chest you hugged him trying to will comfort into his body.

“You had to feel so lonely,” you spoke tears pricking at your eyes. “I can’t imagine being locked up and tortured for as long as you have been.” You sniffed trying to keep your emotions in check to continue on. “I should have figured it out sooner. I’m sorry Michael.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the material of your towel.

“But y’know we’re both going to have to be patient and figure out each other a little at a time. I can’t have you seeing me naked while I shower. That’s not really something normal and I’m not mad, though I am embarrassed. Nobody has seen me naked since I was really little. Congratulations!”

He snorted while you laughed at your own joke.

“But seriously no more locked doors,” you pushed him back a little too look into his eyes to show how serious you were. “I promise not to lock you out but you have to promise to give me a little privacy when I need it okay? This isn’t just a one way street, we have to work together. Deal?”

“Deal,” he agreed.

“Okay so can I take my shower now?”

Michael nodded rising up to tower over your smaller form. He seemed to be fighting with himself for just a little while until he scooped you back into a hug and kissed the top of your head. He bolted towards the door trying to escape in case he crossed a boundary once again.

“Hey Michael.”

He whirled around ready to take anything you were going to say to him.

“You have a really nice voice. We should talk more,” you grinned warming the entire room.

Michael’s cheeks heated and he left without saying another word. You stood for a few moments registering what just happened in your little bathroom before your mind exploded. You screamed internally sinking to your knees as the embarrassment and heat from Michael’s proximity overloaded your system. This whole arrangement was going to murder your sanity but you couldn’t help but feel excited about everything that could possibly happen between you two. Tonight was a start and as Michael tried to ease his hammering heart at the entrance of the living room from the hallway he found himself looking backwards.

You were an enigma and he never had felt something so soft and comforting in his entire life. Your soft pale skin, the plush of your chest, and the warmth that seemed to radiate off you. It hadn’t taken you very long to figure out what was wrong and comfort him. You gave some leeway knowing what he had suffered through all those years in Grove Sanitarium and you tried to be where you could understand his plight. It was all so new to him and he was going to have to figure out how to deal with this new life he was beginning to live. But while it was a little terrifying he couldn’t help but feel excited that he was going to be able to figure it out along with you. He heard the shower turn on and now all he could do was wait until you finished and were once again in his proximity. He couldn’t wait to see what else would come about and time would only tell and show where this arrangement was going to take you both.

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Chapter Summary: Lots of surprises unfold at the mayor's office as the group tries to convince the mayor to do the right thing

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: death, violence, head injury, language

Notes: The second to last chapter is in the books!! Phew this has been a marathon. (also thanks to @infinisonicosm for the fic idea!!)

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No hunters got in their way to city hall. Rae had a feeling that Sam had eliminated a lot of them back at the high school, which she tried to avoid thinking about.

They entered the arcane building in the center of town and hurried across the tiled floor towards Kelly and Karen’s voices that were coming from the mayor’s office. Like they had done earlier in the day, they slipped inside the room, trying not to interrupt anything.

“All of the missing people are connected,” Karen tried to slowly explain to the mayor, who was looking at her with furrowed brows. “There was a creature in the woods that was taking people who came near it, which is what happened to Danny. But that shouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

“What do you mean by ‘creature’?” The mayor stared Karen down. Karen paused to think over what to say before speaking.

“It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. But I can assure you it wasn’t a vampire or a werewolf. This was something else entirely.”

“I’ve discussed the matter at hand with my pack and none of them have ever heard of the thing that we found in those woods,” Kelly added. “It was some kind of lost spirit, trapped in a beastly prison, like a walking corpse.”

“A zombie?” the mayor asked.

“Worse than that,” Danny shook his head. The mayor examined Danny.

“And you’re feeling okay?”

“A little bit shaken up, but I promise you the vampires and werewolves had absolutely nothing to do with my disappearance. In fact, they were the ones who found me. They don’t deserve to be rounded up and harmed by the hunters, Mr. Mayor.”

“We’re begging you,” a woman next to Kelly spoke firmly. The mayor seemed to mull it over.

“I am glad that you’re okay,” he told Danny. “The thing that I’m hung up on is, well, I already made an agreement with the hunters. In a sense, what’s done is done. There’s not a whole lot that I can do to call things off, I mean, I’m no miracle worker here!”

The mayor’s laughs were met with icy silence from the nest and pack leaders. Kelly and Karen were searching each other’s faces, trying to figure out what they could possibly do as a last resort, when Danny stepped closer to the mayor.

“Nope,” he shook his head, his face turning red with rage. “That’s not gonna cut it.”

“I’m sorry?” the mayor raised his eyebrow.

Danny spat an incantation at the man and, in a flash, the mayor shrunk down to a pathetic fly, buzzing around the surface of his now empty mahogany desk.

“I should have done that when we first got here,” Danny huffed. Then, he muttered another spell and shapeshifted into the mayor. Everyone in the room gawked. Danny ignored the attention and moved behind the mayor’s desk to retrieve his phone. “Hello?” Danny said into the receiver. “Yes, please get law enforcement on the phone.” He waited a few beats and stared down at the mayor, who was laying on his back in a daze, his tiny legs pointed up at the ceiling. Danny rolled a piece of paper from the desk up tight and hovered it over the mayor, ready to strike, when he snapped back upright. “Hello, yes,” he spoke in the mayor’s voice. “Call it off. All of it. We’ve got the wrong people. Send the hunters away immediately. Make sure they don’t take any Frankenmuth residents with them when they leave. Yes, I’m positive. Go. Now.”

Danny hung up the phone, spoke under his breath, and then transformed back into himself.

“Hold the fuck up,” a man next to Karen said. “This kid is a witch?”

“That would have been helpful to know earlier,” another vampire grumbled to himself. Danny studied the room and made eye contact with Sam, Jake, Josh, and Rae, who were still in the back.

“How many families are still missing?” he asked them.

“Three,” Sam was quick to reply, entirely unshaken by Danny’s heroics. Danny nodded and looked at Kelly and Karen.

“We should set up some teams to make sure that we get everyone back safe and sound,” he told them. All they could do was nod in stunned silence. “How about,” Danny thought aloud, “teams of three. Separate amongst yourselves and decide which areas of the city you want to cover.” Karen snapped back to life and took Danny’s direction, leading her nest under his instructions. While the groups started to form and leave the office, Danny joined his friends.

“You can shapeshift?” Sam greeted him. “Have you ever done that around me?” Danny had a sparkle in his eye.

“Do you remember last year when you told everyone you kept seeing William Shatner around town but no one believed you?”

“No,” Sam stared at Danny. Danny grinned back at him. “You asshole!” Sam called out, giving Danny a playful shove which unleashed giggles from them both. “Everyone thought I was crazy!”

Rae laughed along with her friends which felt unbelievably good. They were all okay. Well, almost. Josh cleared his throat which got Danny’s attention, and shot him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry to kill the fun but, uh, I could use some help with some injuries, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Danny’s voice turned serious again. He stepped closer to Josh and winced when he took in the gash in the side of his head. “Someone got you good,” he said softly. “Let me get my potion fixed up. I really gotta get a gallon of that stuff to have on hand when I’m around you guys.”

“Hopefully that’s the last of the injuries for the day,” Jake cut in. Danny seemed to notice his puffy black eye for the first time and tsked.

“You need to be patched up too. God, I should start charging you for my services.”

While Danny left to gather his supplies, Sam turned on Jake.

“You gave me so much shit over William Shatner,” he complained to his brother. “I told you he was real! I wouldn’t lie to you about shit like that.”

“It did seem like a strange way to get my attention,” Jake admitted. Rae could see a small glimmer in his eye, like hope was returning back to him.

“Hey, are you kids up to looking in the west side of town for our missing families?” Karen asked as she approached their group. “Everywhere else is covered, but we need all the help we can get to find the Robertsons, Castillos, and Holts.”

“Of course,” Rae was the first to reply. They still had more work to do even though the hunters weren’t a problem anymore. Or, at least that’s what she thought.

“I love it when you all group together,” Bri hissed from the doorway. “It’s so much easier to get you all at once.”

Every head in the room snapped to face her.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” Josh moaned.

“H-how?” Jake’s voice shook.

“The kid needs to work on his hypnosis,” Bri explained as she stepped foot into the office, studying everyone with hatred plastered across her face. “That shit wore off. Nice try though.”

“We should have killed her when we had the chance,” Josh grumbled. Jake looked like he wanted to bury himself in the ground to hide from what he had done. Bri’s gaze fell on him and her malicious smile that had sent shivers down Rae’s spine earlier returned.

“There he is,” Bri spoke. “My savior.”

“No,” Jake said to the ground.

“This boy,” Bri announced to the room, “saved my life.”

Kelly, Karen, and Danny stared at Jake in confusion. Bri continued. “His brothers wanted to drain me, to dispose of me like they did to my parents. But he spoke up and convinced them to keep me alive.”

“Oh god,” Kelly mumbled under his breath, realizing that his son had really dropped the ball. Jake looked like he was on the brink of tears.

“Jake is your name, right?” Bri asked him, taking a few steps closer to him. Jake remained unmoving, refusing to lift his eyes to meet hers. “You’re not the brightest, are you?”

“Don’t talk to my son like that!” Karen shouted at Bri. This seemed to tickle the hunter.

“Your son, huh? What are you doing with a werewolf kid? Hiding some secrets from your nest?”

“The mayor wants all hunters to leave town,” Kelly growled at her. “I think you better follow orders.”

“I don’t think the mayor would mind if a few vampires and werewolves disappeared,” Bri continued to smile. “He would understand my situation here. I mean, it’s not every day you come across a fucked up family of hybrids with the biggest chicken of a kid I’ve ever seen. This is low hanging fruit for me.”

Rae saw that Jake’s fists were clenched, but his head remained drooped.

“In fact,” Bri added, “I bet nothing could get this kid to kill me. Nothing. Even if I threatened the lives of his brothers.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees as everyone watched Bri retrieve a stake from behind her back. She looked between Sam and Josh with a twinkle in her eye and let out a chuckle, focusing her gaze on Sam, who was frozen in place. Rae’s head flashed with pain and she saw a glimpse of Bri throwing the stake directly into Sam’s chest. The throbbing in her head subsided, and Rae saw that Bri was starting to wind her arm back to release the stake.

Without thinking, Rae threw herself in front of Sam. To her surprise, Josh was doing the same thing, from the opposite direction. It looked like the stake was going to hit Josh instead of Sam, but Rae managed to get in front of it first, catching the wood in her hands and launching it back in Bri’s direction before she hit the floor.

Rae picked herself up slowly, making a quick note of how silent it was in the room. Everyone was staring at her with looks of shock, fear, and awe. Bri’s face was twisted in anger from her own place on the ground, where she was sitting against the wall with the stake jutting out of her chest. Rae’s stomach churned when she realized that Bri was dead.

“Well,” Josh was the first to speak. “That could have gone a lot worse.”

Rae noticed that Sam was staring her down with his head cocked to the side.

“You’re not human,” he voiced his thoughts. Rae’s head spun from all of the confusion.

“I don’t know what I am,” she whispered back.

From behind her, Jake booked it out of the room. Everyone watched him go, and Kelly let out a sad sigh.

“Karen and I need to keep an eye on the search teams,” Kelly said, looking apologetic.

“I want to pass my healing potion around,” Danny said. Sam, still looking shocked from everything that had happened, managed to nod his head.

“I’ll help,” he offered. Josh and Rae both stared out the door that Jake had just hurried through, and then shared a look. It was up to them to check on him. Danny tucked a bottle of his potion into Josh’s hand, and then they cleared out of the office, leaving the mayor behind, still buzzing around in distressed circles.

Karen, Kelly, Sam, and Danny went their separate ways, leaving Josh and Rae to find Jake. Rae scanned around the gardens in front of city hall, but to her dismay she didn’t see Jake anywhere. Then Josh elbowed her in the side.

“There he is,” he pointed down the street. Jake was sitting in front of the grocery store on a rickety old bench, staring blankly in front of him, his eyes dull. Josh motioned for them to approach him and she took his lead. “Hey, buddy,” Josh said to Jake as they reached his side. “You doing okay?”

Jake didn’t reply, or even acknowledge that they were standing next to him. Rae took a seat next to him and thought over what to say.

“What’s on your mind?” Jake’s lips tightened and he shook his head. Rae looked up at Josh and he shrugged back at her. Rae had a pretty good idea what was bothering Jake, but she also didn’t want to force it out of him. If she had learned anything about Jake, it was that he had a really hard time talking about his feelings. She felt bad prying it out of him, but she needed to know that he was okay. “What happened back there isn’t your fault,” Rae spoke with certainty. That was enough to get Jake to talk.

“No, but it definitely was. We had the opportunity to get rid of her, but I clammed up. I thought I was doing the right thing, but if she had managed to kill Sam, that would have entirely been on me. And I didn’t even do anything to protect Sam! Josh, you hardly even know the kid but you still jumped in front of that stake. I’m an awful brother, I’m a pathetic excuse of a werewolf, I’m just a huge joke.”

Rae wasn’t happy that Josh looked like he didn’t entirely disagree with what Jake had said, but he did join Jake on the other side of the bench and put his hand on his shoulder.

“There’s obviously a lot of demons from your past that you’re still trying to work out,” Josh told him. “What matters is that everyone is okay. Sam didn’t get hurt so you’ll have more opportunities down the road to prove yourself and protect him.”

“I just don’t know if I’ll be able to do it,’’ Jake grumbled, twisting his hands. “I’m such a coward.”

“You weren’t a coward when you tried to protect Morgan in the woods,” Rae reminded him. “Bri got into your head. You know deep down that you would have protected Sam, but you were thrown off guard.”

“You put too much pressure on yourself,” Josh added. “Mom and Dad didn’t do anything to protect Sam either.”

“They weren’t standing right next to him,” Jake countered.

“You know they can move fast,” Josh shot back. Jake let out a huff.

“I just don’t know what my deal is.”

“Your deal is your entire world flipped on its head today, and you’re trying to make sense of everything,” Rae answered. “I’m sure even the strongest warriors would be slowed down by even just half of what you’ve been through today.”

“I know that you’re one of the best werewolves in your pack,” Josh said. He paused and then let out a sigh. “Over the years I gave you such a hard time because I knew you were someone to fear. I wanted to make sure I had the upper hand.”

“You were really awful to me,” Jake looked at Josh. Josh gave him an apologetic smile back.

“You were pretty bad yourself,” he said. “That time when you egged my mom’s house every day for a month was brutal.”

“You shoved me into a locker in middle school,” Jake reminded Josh.

Josh shrugged. “You were being a dumbass, I couldn’t help myself.” He stopped himself. “I’m getting off track here. What I’m trying to say is I’ve been intimidated by you ever since I knew you were a werewolf.”

That information seemed to pick Jake up a little. Josh continued on.

“I know it’s gonna take a while for us to get used to the whole ‘being twins’ thing, but maybe we could work on combat and stuff to keep you in shape. We can talk more too, you know, when you’re ready, about stuff that you need to work through. I want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I never thought I would hear something so kind from you,” Jake said with a small smile. Rae was glad to see the brothers hug each other, Jake squeezing especially hard. “Thank you both,” Jake said after letting go of Josh to give Rae a pat on the back. “For saving Sam when I couldn’t.”

“He’ll be able to protect himself soon,” Rae replied. Neither Jake nor Josh disagreed with her. Rae did feel bad, though, that her words had brought a frown back to Jake’s face.

“He’s not gonna need me anymore,” Jake realized.

“Nope,” Rae quickly shot him down. “He will always need you. I was getting paranoid about the same thing with Morgan, but we’re never going to stop being their older siblings. He’ll always look up to you and know that you’re there for him.”

That seemed to bring enough comfort to Jake that he didn’t protest. Mentioning Morgan reminded Rae that he was still back at their parent’s house, covering for her while she was out. She needed to get back to him and make sure that he was alright after their eventful day.

“I, uh,” Rae fumbled with her words, “I think I need to go home.”

“Go and check on Morgan,” Jake nodded at her. Rae was relieved that he understood where she was coming from. “I’ll be okay,” Jake added.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” Rae asked. There was more that she wanted to talk to Jake about, preferably not with Josh around. Jake was quick to nod.

“Of course.”

Rae said goodbye to the brothers, giving them the space they needed to catch up on all the years that they were kept apart, and headed home. She didn’t even bother to sneak back into the house, already accepting that she deserved whatever punishment came her way. For what it was worth, she had put her parents through a lot of emotional torment.

Her mom and dad ended up issuing a Draconian ruling, grounding her for a whole month with limited phone access and practical house arrest (outside of going to school). After getting her head bitten off for being so careless, she trudged upstairs and flopped into bed, not bothering to turn off the music Morgan was blasting from her speakers. She studied the ceiling and couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Nothing felt real. So much had dramatically changed over the course of just a few hours that Rae couldn’t keep track of it all.

A knock sounded at her door and Morgan let himself in before she could respond. He flopped onto the foot of her bed, causing her to bounce up, and patted her leg.

“I’m glad to see you’re in one piece,” he greeted her, genuinely looking relieved.

“I’m glad you’re happy to see me,” Rae chuckled. “Mom and Dad were less than thrilled.”

“I had them fooled for a solid hour,” Morgan shared. “I would have gotten away with it too if Dad hadn’t insisted he give you a piece of the cake he made earlier before you went to bed.”

“Fuckin Dad,” Rae shook her head in disbelief. She arranged some of the pillows by her head and then looked back at Morgan. “Are you doing okay?” she asked. Morgan thought it over.

“I mean, I guess? I’ve been thinking a lot about the frozen place the monster, or Tom, I guess, took me,” he said. “I know most of me was afraid but, it’s strange. I also kind of felt at peace out there.”

“What do you mean?” Rae asked.

“It was like I was away from everything,” Morgan gestured grandly. “It was ice and that’s it.”

“And a bloodthirsty monster,” Rae reminded him.

“Yes,” Morgan acknowledged, “but I wasn’t worried about myself. Well, outside of getting eaten alive. When Danny first found me and we were wandering around, I caught myself smiling at one point. How crazy is that? It was like my life was back to normal, before the diagnosis.”

“I can understand that,” Rae nodded.

“I’ve really been afraid,” Morgan continued. “I’m sorry if that worries you; I’ve been trying to keep it to myself so you, Mom, and Dad don’t freak out, but it’s been getting really overwhelming. I feel like I’m starting to lose myself, like I’m turning into someone else. I don’t know what I’m going to become.”

“You’re going to stay Morgan,” Rae assured him, although her head was screaming that she was feeling the same way with her newly discovered powers. “Nothing about you, about your core, is going to change. You’ll always be my loving, goofy, younger brother.”

Morgan scooted closer to Rae and leaned against her headboard with her. Rae put her head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she told him. Morgan squeezed her hand. “No, we’re gonna be okay.”

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