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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

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yukiwhitetm · 3 years

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Thoughts on Life is Strange: True Colors and Wavelengths

This part of the review contains no spoilers.

Chapter One

This chapter was an excellent introduction to Alex Chen, her brother, Gabe, and the rest of the Haven Springs community. Steph and Ryan, our two romance options, were introduced with equal value - Steph was super cool and Ryan was super cute. Every character was well rounded and likeable, but the game was glitchy, hard to run and no one’s mouth moved with their speech - this improved in later chapters after the October update. The worst glitch was on Alex when she suddenly turned entirely black during an animation, but that went away quickly and may have been resolved in the October update. I had to adjust my settings several times to get the game to run smoothly! Windowed mode is your saviour here.

Chapter Two

This chapter could have been done better. It was OK. But it could have been impactful and emotional, and it just... wasn’t. I will talk about it more in the spoilers part of this review. There was a hilarious glitch where the bartender, Jed, T-posed when he wasn’t even supposed to be in the room. I laughed so hard.

Chapter Three

My favourite chapter by far! This chapter was fun and enjoyable - and then it was intense and emotional. I am so glad that they fleshed out Gabe’s girlfriend, Charlotte, more here as she had seemed bland before. I am concerned about how they did it, but I will talk about that in the spoiler part of this review.

Chapter Four

Fun and optional romance was abound in this chapter! The event was enjoyable and the romance so sweet that it made me smile. But it had a shocking conclusion. I literally clasped my hands over my mouth and gasped!

Chapter Five

Remember how in the first game Max had visions of alternate futures and alternate versions of herself and it got really crazy for awhile there? Well, it happened again here! But it made tons more sense and I actually enjoyed unravelling it all. True Colors came to a decisive end as the mysteries were brought to a satisfying, if tragic, conclusion.

Wavelengths

This expansion pack was long! It was as long as a chapter of the game - so grab a warm drink and get comfy. In this, we followed Steph as she started her new job as a DJ and shop assistant in Haven Springs and slowly, bit by bit, moved on from the grief and trauma of what happened at Arcadia Bay. It impacted her more than we ever thought it did and she really struggled for awhile. You see the DJ booth and the music shop change over time as she settled in and got her life in order. Steph grew to become the Steph we knew in the game, and we got to see it happen. (Side note, I had a serious glitch occur when she entered the back room at one point, and had to restart from a previous check point three times. Hopefully, this will be ironed out with time.)

To read a more in depth review carry on, but beware the blatant spoilers below!

This part of the review contains spoilers and, honestly, this is where the critique comes in.

Chapter One

I like that this chapter started with Alex talking to her therapist because it introduces us to the main character, and it is then tied into the start of the last chapter. I appreciate that there was foreshadowing put in place by Ethan telling Alex that he wanted to go up and into the mountains that day, and by the signs of the upcoming explosions that were literally everywhere, but it ruined the experience for me. I predicted the entire thing before it happened and was frustrated that I couldn’t stop something so obvious from happening. It happened and I could have stopped it because I saw it miles out, but the game wouldn’t let me. So much for player’s choice. Also, I think that Riley’s hair could have done with being animated better as it looked not-quite-right throughout the game. And, I hate to say this, but Gabe’s death was more funny than it should have been. I mean, it was upsetting, yes, but I knew it was going to happen because of the trailers, so I did not miss the hilarity of the animation of this one random boulder just hitting Gabe in the stomach and throwing him off the mountain. I think that could have been animated better.

Chapter Two

This chapter started with a memorial for Gabe. I cried really hard during this part and had to restart the scene to watch it clearly. Then we helped Steph deal with her grief in a scene that was beautiful and well done. Steph’s eyebrows kept on disappearing, though, which made me giggle. Alex helped Charlotte support Ethan, and she helped Ryan with his grief and guilt. The scene with Ryan was brilliant too - and his following joy random but sweet. My critique here is this - where was Alex’s grief? It was her brother that died right in front of her and yet we did not see her grieve him, not really. And I get that it was mentioned in Chapter Five that she never cries, but still. Her voice was too level and her expression too clear and it really did not seem as though it had only been two weeks since her brother had died, I repeat, right in front of her. The entire chapter was about grief and mourning, but not about hers. She did start to see her empathy as something she can use to help other people and that’s great, but what about her emotions, where were they?

Alex’s watered down emotions were why this chapter was only an OK. Alex is the main character - so her emotions matter the most.

Chapter Three

I cannot put into words how much I loved this chapter. The LARP was so inspired and fun - I enjoyed every moment of it. And the way that Ethan’s Joy transformed the LARP into a real fantasy world was wonderful, followed on by how it was torn apart by his grief. After this came a scene with Charlotte where we finally got to see her grief - and it had manifested as anger, which is one of the five stages of grief. The option to take away her anger was an interesting choice to make, if an intrusive one. She had the right to her emotions. But! My concern is this - Charlotte is a black woman and the writers made her angry, so are they perpetuating the ‘angry black woman’ stereotype? Or are they allowing her the right to be angry in her grief despite the stereotype? I just think that this is such a sensitive topic that it would have been better if they had swapped her anger with another character’s sadness - like Steph’s or Ryan’s - so that this topic could have been entirely avoided. But maybe I am wrong here.

Chapter Four

I loved the Spring Festival! It was so much fun exploring it all and talking to all of the characters! My favourite part was the giving of a rose to your romantic interest - I loved how this made it clear to the game who you were interested in, as I was a bit concerned I would end up with Ryan when I had been gunning for Steph. (I just think dating your brother’s best friend is kind of weird.) The rooftop scene between Steph and Alex was adorable and I was so happy to finally see them kiss! Pike arresting Alex was not unexpected, because he had always seemed wishy-washy, but upsetting. The fact that she and her friends had been spied on was unnerving, but I should have seen that coming after what happened with Mac. Taking Pike’s fear away seemed contradictory to her thoughts on how taking Charlotte’s anger away was intrusive, but it was the only option other than signing the paper, which I was not going to do, so I did it. Jed’s betrayal was shocking. I did not expect that at all! And that Alex was shot and fell down a mine shaft from the impact was terrifying. What if she had died?

Chapter Five

This chapter started with Alex talking to her therapist again, and I love that it tied into the beginning of the game. The following mystery was fun to solve, and the magical memory explorations with Gabe were interesting to explore as we got to see more of their shared past. I actually really liked it! I was cheering Alex on as she made her way out of the mine, but I nearly cried when she found her mother’s locket down there. The final showdown between her and Jed was impactful and emotional like I had hoped chapter two to be, and I am glad that I managed to garner every character’s support. Jed admitted to his crimes and I... I forgave him. Not for him, but for Alex, because she deserved to move on from what happened. I chose to stay in Haven Springs with Steph, because it seemed like the game wanted me to do that (as I had learned from the first game that Life is Strange tends to have a ‘favourite’ ending that is more fleshed out) but I actually wanted them to leave. It didn’t seem healthy to me for her stay in the place that her father, brother and almost her had been murdered. Despite this, I found the ending to be... lacklustre. Gabe’s description of her future in Haven Springs was beautiful, but I would have liked to see that after I made the choice not before - because after I made the choice all I got to see was Alex walking to Haven Springs, which I had seen several times before, and then roll credits. If I had known that I wouldn’t have seen anything different I would have let Alex and Steph move on with their lives.

Overall, Life is Strange: True Colors is a great game! I would not say it is as good as Life is Strange was, but it is far better than Life is Strange 2, because it had a cohesive story with an overarching plot, likeable characters and a mystery to solve.

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itadoryryoken · 3 years

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pyramid head x soft reader

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it’s eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that ‘Hell’ could look so…Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still…Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this…Everything…It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren’t sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone’s straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish’s head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness…It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn’t much, but if he had to, he’d rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul’s beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper’s actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold’ she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren’t surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn’t able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!’ she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor’s camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!’she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn’t exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You’re a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!’

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother’s lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone’s skins.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn’t help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard…

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

“H-Hey, u-uhm…Need some help?” she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. “Okay, uhm…I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I’ll go fetch it and I’ll come back for you. Don’t move.” she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. “…I’m sorry, ignore me, I’m an idiot.”she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. “Okay, I’m here, I found the vaseline! Let’s try to get you out of here.” Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can’t balance myself with both hands occupied, and I’d rather not fall.” she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost…Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

“Ouchie…” she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. “Are you okay?” she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. “O-Oh…! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you’re bleeding too! Hold up, let me help.” she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. “It may sting a bit, and I’m really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon.” her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then…“This is grandma’s marigold ointment. It’s really good, and it smells nice.” she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. “Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you’ll feel better very soon!” her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so…Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn’t matter how many hardships she’s been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh’ to its mamma sheep.

He couldn’t allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn’t understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

“Th-This sword is so heavy…H-How can you carry this around like that…?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore…Y-You really need a massage, I’m sure.” she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. “Hehe…You’re really strong. I’m embarrassed now.” she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn’t hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn’t feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

“O-Oh…! Thank you so much! You’re really kind! I really appreciate this…I-I know it probably doesn’t matter much to you, since you’ll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors…But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!” her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn’t talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth’ and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor’s camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. “Oh, but he wasn’t that bad. In fact, he’s much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!” okay, she’s lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she’s always been a bit…Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers’ camp. “How the hell did you manage to survive?!” they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. “Oh, you see…I found the hatch.” she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time…He seemed kinda…Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer’s camp, calling out the lonely one’s name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them…

“Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there…I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial…Here, this is a marshmallow. I don’t think you’ve had many before…Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in…So I hope this will make your day a bit better!” Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand…He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn’t wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

“Ah…! You liked it, didn’t you? Well…Next time, I promise I’ll give you more!” she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn’t talk, silence took over them - It wasn’t an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. “W-Well…I’ll guess I’ll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!” she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn’t out of fear or anything negative…It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

“Thank you.” she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

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chayacat · 3 years

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Devil’s Sweet Star (15)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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There is nothing better to keep the most precious memories and beauties of life than photos. All those moments that we want to keep forever other than in our memories, no one wants to forget them. Holidays, meetings, the first kiss, marriage, birth... Birthdays. In your family, every little moment of happiness has been photographed. And by the way most of the photos concern you. From your birth... to your degree.

Melina, at your request, had brought you your photo album, which your father had created the day he knew your mother. And it must be said that it was... unusual. And I'm not talking about the outfits of the time.

“Wow. I'm glad I didn't live at that time... A little too eccentric for me.” she said with a laugh.

“Me too... My father and mother said it was the best years of their lives. When they could do what they wanted without worrying about anything. But their clothing taste was horrible. My father kept this shirt for years, until my mother forced him to throw it away because it was too small for him.” You answer with a smile.

“in the meantime, you were a beautiful baby, a little plump but adorable.”

“I'd love to see you in a picture when you were a baby. I'm sure you weren't any better.” You replied with a laugh, Melina turning her head slightly embarrassed.

“I admit my defeat. Oh, did you get that stuffed animal for your first birthday, too? My mother had gone all the shops in the city to find her. And this plastic duck for the bath... a classic.”

You both continue to flip through the photo album while laughing at the various pictures of your father being a fool. In fact, out of 3/4 of the photos, your father is a fool. It was in his temperament, so was your mother. They had found themselves there, two people with the same joy of living. then you end up falling on a photo... very familiar. You and your parents, under the snow, posing next to the snowman and the snow castle you had made. It was a few days before Christmas. The best Christmas you've ever had.

You breathe deeply and you turn the page, spending your high school years quickly, most of your "friends" were true traitors who appreciated you just because you were the best student in the school. Then came your college years that allowed you to meet your real friends. Student nights were always in order and until proven otherwise, you never missed a single one. Even though you're not very friendly with alcohol, it was fun to see others drunk to vomit. Melina and you exchanged on your college years and if yours was pretty cool, for Melina it was hell. Essentially because she was often seduced by the worst bastards on campus. But after a few well-placed kicks, the problems were usually resolved. few came back after a blow to the crotch.

“Well, you were really popular.” you said looking at her.

“Too popular. you understand, a Mexican in my university, for guys it was the Holy Grail. Oh, she's such a beautiful picture. She's new, isn't she?” she said pointing at the last photo of the album.

This photo... your parents' wedding anniversary. You paid them the restaurant and you had the best night of your life... The last one. Tears flowed down your face one after the other, falling on the album. Melina handed you a handkerchief.

“What's happening to you? You don't feel good you want me to go and get a doctor?” She asks worried.

“No no, it’s fine. I just...i just miss them. I miss them very much, and let's say that... where they are it's hard to call them... it's a remote village.” you respond, wiping your tears.

“Oh...I see. Well, when you can take a vacation... go and see them. I'd love to meet them. And then who knows if you and Jed... Go out together, you can introduce them to their future son-in-law. I am sure they would get along.” She replied before receiving a message. “Speak of the devil... He's asking me to tell you that he's eating and that as soon as he's done, he's on his way to see you. you've become inseparable together.”

“Let's say... I don't know, from all the boys I've met... he's the only one I trust. With Mattew, of course!”

“I see. Ok! I gotta go. The hours of morning visits are almost over, I'm hungry and I'm working this afternoon. Rest well and... I can't wait for you to get out of here.”

You say goodbye to Melina with a wave of your hand before letting her go. You look at your parents' photo one last time before closing the album and placing it on the small bedside table. This album means a lot to you and for nothing in the world you wouldn't throw it away. All the best moments of your life are inside. You take a look at the bouquet of flowers that Jed gave you yesterday. Introducing him to your parents, seeing them get along, is something you wanted... but that will never happen.

“You’re mine”

These words resonate in your mind like cymbals. You don't know anything about him, but obviously he knows everything about you. At least about your life in Roseville. Maybe by getting to know him you’ll find something that will allow you to reveal to all his true face. It's a lead to exploit. It is said that curiosity is a defect but... Here your growing curiosity for Ghostface could bring it down once and for all.

Tell yourself you're playing chess with him. Every move you play, both of which will bring you closer to victory. But a bad move, a misstep, one small mistake and you'll lose the game. Except that in this case, it could be fatal to you, because it’s sure that if Ghostface understands what you are trying to do... He'll kill you for sure.

“I have to be careful. If I make a mistake, he'll stick his knife between my eyes. Or worse... he will go after all those I love. I have the lives of many people in my hands. I have to make sure they all stay alive, until he falls.” you whispered to yourself, before you breathe deep and lie down, taking advantage of the reason no one is there to take a nap. You need to rest, so you might as well do it while you're safe.

The fresh air from the beach makes your hair twirl while you watch off a couple with their child playing in the sand. This lovely family... It's yours. A smile appeared on your face, when the wind blew louder lifting clouds of sand. Soon you find yourself in a sandstorm, desperately looking for your parents. You shout their names desperately while putting your hand forward, your eyesight blurred by the sand. You hear them you call and then suddenly... There's nothing left. absolute silence. And a bloody smell floating in the air. a smell you'd like to forget. The storm rages and suddenly a hand grips you, his hand. You barely have time to see the outline of his mask as a blade crashed into your chest, piercing your heart.

You wake up startled, trying to catch your breath. It's a nightmare again. But different this time. As you gradually regained your mind, a hand landed on your shoulder that recoiled you with fear. When you look towards this hand, to find out who owns it, you suddenly feel relieved to see that it was Jed. You look at the clock and well...it was more than a nap.

“Sorry... I didn't mean to scare you. Everything's fine? You're shaking.” he said worried.

“I’m...I’m fine. Just a nightmare...That...damn Ghostface scares me even I'm far away from him. But I'm glad to see you.” You respond smiling a little at him.

You talk for about thirty of everything and nothing. Jed working from home since what happened, he doesn't really have any funny stories of the job to tell. He looked, with your permission of course, at your photo album, laughing from time to time on some embarrassing photo of you. His piercing blue eyes rose on you from time to time, and his face displayed that smile, his lips that you want to touch with yours.

“I envy you; you know. You've had parents who loved you, protected you and took care of you. I had... soulless bodies. I hope I will have the opportunity to meet them one day. With the life they've had, at least from what you've told me, I'm sure they have some fascinating stories to tell.” said Jed a little melancholic.

“I... I'm sorry, but it won't be possible. it will never happen.” you answer sadly looking at him, surprised by your response “If...if I tell you everything, I want you to promise me you won't tell anyone.”

He hesitates for a few seconds before nodding.

“I... I lied.” you start, seeing him a little confused. “Remember that man who came to the café? Mr Parkson? It’s...it’s not my banker. It happened just after my parents' wedding anniversary, 5...6 years ago. at the time I already had my own apartment and I was working as a waitress in a small restaurant. I came to see them all weekend, it was our little daily ritual. My mother made the meal and I made dessert. But that day... I've seen my life come to an end. The house was barricaded. Police prevented anyone from entering the house. And then... I've seen them. In fact, I saw the two body bags they were carrying. I collapsed. The worst part is that an hour before, I had spoken to them on the phone. In the space of an hour... I lost the two people I loved the most in the world. And I don't even know why.” you said tears beading at the corners of their eyes.

“I... I’m sorry. Really. I didn't want to make you relive such a terrible day. No one knew or saw who killed them?” said Jed holding a handkerchief.

“No. They were both stabbed. The police thought of a burglary that went wrong but... nothing had been stolen. And from memory... I don't remember them having one or more enemies. They were nice to everyone.”

“A free murder, then. Or maybe a burglary went wrong actually. But that doesn't mean they deserved to die. So, Mr Parkson is...”

“The executor of my parents' will. I asked him for time to think about it. And when he came, I asked him for another week. I am the only heiress, even if they had very good relations with my uncles and aunts. They should have their share. And yet I'm the only one. Now you know the truth. I trust you to keep this to yourself.” You said with a little smile.

“I will. I promise. I suppose... that I also have a confession to make... I lied, too.” responds Jed clasping his hands and looking elsewhere.

You're looking at Jed, surprise. Him, lying? No one is perfect but it's still hard to imagine Jed lying. But lying about what? What could be so bad for him to lie? Maybe his parents treated him even worse than he said? Maybe he just doesn't have parents? That he lived in a foster home? Which would explain why he was treated so badly...

“I... I already have girlfriends when I was younger. 2 to be more accurate. The first one we didn't go far but we stayed on good terms. The second...” He starts before looking at you, breathing deeply. “Her name was Carla. She was as small as you. Red hair, green eyes... And a natural beauty. She was different from the others. She didn't see me as a little nerd hiding in a corner, being humiliated by big morons. No, she saw me as a normal person. A lot of boys were circling her. But it was me that she had chosen. We stayed together for four years.”

“Oh... It's really adorable... You must have been a lovely couple, and you love each other very much.” you said touched to know that in the end, Jed met someone who gave him what he always needed: love.

“Yeah... we had an apartment of ours. We were happy. And one day... She became seriously ill. She rushed back to the hospital. I thought she would make it. That she would be better and that we could go home, and live as before. But the reality came back to me in my face. Even today, 5 years later, I can't turn the page. But it's not the worst.” he replied, his hands shaking.

“What happened?”

“... The doctor who took care of her let her die. He could have treated her. But he let her die. I found out about it when I found her medical records. I did research, talked to other doctors, and they all told me the same thing: there was a treatment that could have saved her. When I went back to see her doctor...” He stops for a few seconds, as if he were looking for his words. “I insulted him with all the names, and I denounced him in a newspaper article. But it didn't go any further. You have no proof Mr Olsen. They're just accusations. Nothing more. That’s what I was told. And that's how it ended. In total injustice.” He said, looking at you, his eyes filled with sadness, anger and despair.

You don’t know what to do or what to say. Why people are so... Cruel? He could treat her and he let her die! Not to worry about the opinion or reaction of those around her! It's purely outrageous. And it is men like this who take care of the dying. Without thinking, you stand up in bed, to hug Jed, which caused him to startle slightly. Deep down, you know he needs it, and that in this room, at that moment, you're the only one who can comfort him. And for nothing in the world you wouldn't want to let go. But after a while, he will have to go home.

“Everything you went through, you didn't deserve. You had the right to be loved. Life is so cruel... I wish I could have been there to support you. Whenever you needed it, I wish I was there.” you said hugging him a little more.

He did not answer. And for several minutes none of you dared to move. You made the first gesture and released him. Reluctantly, of course. You smile at him, a sincere smile, sorry, but a beautiful smile. Suddenly, without warning, he pressed his lips against yours. Soft, like silk, just like last time. But this time, it was he who took the initiative. He recoiled slightly and just as you were going to speak, a nurse opened the door, signalling the end of the visit.

“I'll pick you up tomorrow. Be ready, sleep well.” He said dropping a quick kiss on the lips before leaving.

It took you a few minutes to get your mind back, before you blushed of what had just happened. Jed kissed you. It was HE who kissed you. Not you. It was sudden, unexpected, it was... It was very nice. You would have liked to keep him with you, kiss him over and over again but unfortunately... you are not at home. The nurse gave you the care, while another brought you the evening meal: potato salad, a steak with carrots, a small cheese and a compote. It's like a school canteen meal. The evening came quickly, you know he's coming. It's only a matter of time before he...

“I'm going to think you're inviting me in, you know that?” he said, chuckling

“You're not going to tell me you'd rather go into people's homes by offense?” you respond looking at Ghostface.

“Oh? You're not insulting me tonight? No fear? What happened, did you gain courage by magic?

“Let's say that now I expect to see you every night... It's starting to become a habit. Then? Are you still playing the nice little Ghostface or are you that sadistic lunatic following me everywhere again?”

“Ha ha, we'll say both. But obviously I see you're feeling better. I can't wait to visit your apartment again every night. But I'm also here to tell you... that I'm preparing everything for that dear McKellan. You'll see when he's dead, you'll finally be in peace. Or almost.” Said Ghostface taking gently your face with one hand.

“I'll never be quiet while you're here. And there's no way I'm going to let you do that!” you said before you feel his hand tightening on your chin.

“You're really going to have to stop living in your fucking fairy tale. And you seem to forget that if you ever report me to the police... I'll kill you, or I'll kill your dear little Jed. Besides, I don't understand what you find him by the way...” he replied shrugging his shoulders, bringing his face closer to yours. “But I love women like you. Who resists me by using another man as distraction.”

You raise your hand to push him away and hit him, but you both heard steps. he finally let you go and miming you to shut up, he walked to the window and sent you a kiss before disappearing. If you wanted to know more about him, for tonight it's missed. But you know he'll come back to you.

And this time, you'll succeed. You lie down and close your eyes to sleep. And for the first time you feel soothed. Because even if this Ghostface is the devil himself... You have an angel to protect yourself.

And his name is Jed Olsen.

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(Well, it’s done! To be honest I didn't think I'd get here, I thought I was going to get tired but finally I want to continue to the end even though I know that one day I'm going to confront this problem of the blank page ... But hey I'll cross my fingers so that it happens as late as possible! See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 years

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Recovering what was once lost (Platonic)

hey, can i ask for a josie x reader where reader had a fight with jed and josie takes care of him? B

AN/ Hope you like it :)

“Hope!” Josie yelled as she stormed into her friend’s room; Hope looked at the girl in worry. Josie would’ve normally knocked; she would’ve then waited for a reply only to then open the door. However, from the look on her face to her tone, Hope could tell this was an emergency.

“It’s Y/N.” If this was any other situation, she’d be more hesitant with bringing up your name and the current situation you were in. The state you were in. As said before, however, this as an emergency. So, dire situations and the measures to overcome those situations and all that.

It was had had led her here, visiting your twin (not by blood; but it wasn’t like either cared) to ask her for help as a last resort. Although, if she was honest, she had no other options.

“Where is he? What happened?” She asked, almost diving off the bed as she asked the question. Worry coated her gaze, her mind not exactly helping her guilt complex; the thoughts darkening by the second as the blame she placed on herself building more and more and more –

“Hope, hey…” Josie had softened her voice as she grabbed her friend’s hand in hers; despite the crush she used to have on her, it had turned into a sisterly bond in the end, “He needs you right now. He won’t make it without your blood.” She reminded Hope of the stakes. Or, thought she was.

If anything, she only increased them.

“Why does he need my blood?” Hope’s voice shook more as she finally processed Josie’s words, “Josie, what the hell happened?” She asked, tears starting to pool at her eyes.

She could lose one of the only remaining family members she had left. She gulped at the thought of that playing out; of her being the only Mikaelson in the school.

“He’s in my room, he’s resting. I had to pretty much drag him out of there, Hope. You know how some people are here.” Hope nodded, knowing that tragic truth; that some people just wanted to pretend that there weren’t issues here.

Granted, Hope could see the appeal to that, to get away from your chaotic life in the normal world and enter this school this a get-a-way. Sadly, with the way their lives had gone, that wouldn’t come to pass.

“Take me to him.” She asked of her friend; Josie easily complied with that want.

You were sweating, and clearly in pain. You tried not to show it, but you failed ultimately in that part. She ran to your side, biting into her wrist and shoving into your mouth without a second thought, “Come on, Y/N, drink. You need to.” Your sister begged you, you did as she asked.

She let out a sigh of relief as you stopped, laying back to take a breath; Hope looked to Josie, “He’ll be fine.” She assured her friend; Josie nodded, but fiddled with her fingers a little.

It took Hope a moment to understand her friend’s anxious behaviour around you. But she soon remembered, the way you both seemed to just drift from one another. While Hope and her hand resurrected their friendship; yourself and Josie weren’t quite there yet.

“It’s ok, I have somewhere to be anyway.” Hope said as she started to leave the room. That, however, made Josie’s eyes widen.

“Wait, wait, wait.” She called out to Hope; the girl turned around, “What…what if –”

“Josie,” Hope said, stopping her friend’s rambling as she grabbed her hands in her own and gave them a squeeze, “I have to pay Jed a visit; you can get your dad involved, I won’t hold it against you. But I think he’d get the point better.”

“And that point is…?”

“That he’s an idiot for going after Jed on his own.” With that, Hope walked away, again. This time, however, Josie let her friend go.

She looked back at your door, where you awaited some help with recovery. Someone to talk to you to distract you from your pain and help you sort this thing out (Hope, being the older twin, had instructed the super squad to keep an ear out for you and let her know when any issues arose); but, the one who was best at that was now leading the charge against the man who had hurt you.

Lizzie was busy with her own demons, MG was too sweet for this, Kaleb was warming up to you, Rafael she wasn’t sure what his reaction would be.

That left her…. Just her luck.

It wasn’t that you weren’t friends, as that was further from the truth; you were friends, but as said before, you had fallen apart from each other.

Then Josie remembered Hope’s look and words, maybe this would be good for the two of you.

So, with a breath, she entered the room. She was at least going to try and salvage your friendship and keep you alive as best she could.

Hope Mikaelson had been angry before, both pre-and post- hollow. But, this, this was something else. This rage involved her family, adopted or otherwise. You were her younger brother; nothing, nothing changed that.

So, when she saw Jed, without even thinking she punched him. The alpha stumbled backwards, holding his now bloody mouth.

He turned back to Hope, but she was ready for it escalate. No spells, she’d do this the old fashion way.

No one fucked with her family.

You were one of the quiet students; despite your name, you didn’t use it in anyway. Despite being in a supernatural school, you wanted to be semi-normal; being a student was your best bet at that. So far, you had been apart from a few stares and whispers about you as you went through the halls.

You weren’t some special tribrid like your sister; no, you were just a simple vampire who happened to be adopted by the most powerful family in vampire and a lot of supernatural lore. Meaning you got held up to see if you actually fit that name.

Jed was one of those people. He was an asshole since like day one. But he seemed to have a thing for getting under your skin; whether it be mentioning your sister or your now deceased father and uncle.

“Look who it I,” The arrogant shit said as he shadowed you down the hallway, his regular band of kissasses following just behind him.

You knew there a hierarchy to this whole wolf thing; you got it and made your peace with it, but you still rolled your eyes at it. They followed him fucking everywhere. At least Raphael was somewhat different in that he stood up for himself and stated his own wants and needs.

“Pretty ironic if you’re going to call me a freak like always, we live in a school where we’d all be called that by the people out there.” You pointed at the door to get your point across.

“Still, surprised you aren’t hiding behind your sister, seems that you practically live in her shadow after all.” Those words seemed to flip something within you. Jed noticed, his eyes having a sort of shine to them at the thought of a fight.

“You leave her out of this.” You growled, but the man only laughed.

“Hey.” You said softly as Josie came back in the room, you had become more aware of where you were. You knew you’d now make it, but the pain was still there; you were still too tired to do almost anything.

“Hey,” She said back, before clearing her throat at the awkward pause in the room, “Are you feeling any better?” She cringed a little at the words as they left her mouth, knowing the answer.

“Bit better, thanks for asking. But, uh, not my best.” You admitted fully; Josie nodded as she held up a blood bag for you. Your veins darkened instantly as you saw it, throat begging for the blood.

“We’ll have to do this slow,” She advised as she opened the bag and walked towards you, “Don’t want you to lose control.”

“Oh, like I don’t remember what I almost did last time.” She held eyes holding both pity and guilt as she too remembered back to what had almost happened the last time you had almost lost control.

If it hadn’t been for her, Lizzie and Hope, you may have been dead by now. It was a memory they’d rather forget.

Losing your father and uncle made Hope pull away from her friends at the school; the incident just mentioned, though, was what made you pull away from (almost) everyone.

“Easy, easy.” She whispered as you drank a little too fast and greedily; at her words, you took a moment to breath and stopped.

“You don’t have to do this, you know? I can take care of it from here.” You told her, both of you seemingly having the awkwardness of your dynamic at the forefront of the conversation; you did appreciate it, she could tell that. But you both just didn’t really know how to interact with each other.

“Hope’s gone to see Jed,” You let out a groan of frustration as you leaned back and hit your head against the pillow, “She wouldn’t of done it if she didn’t have a reason.” She said in a voice that rose in volume a little to get the point across.

“…Fuck.” You muttered as you drank the blood at a slower pace; but now the mood had shifted into one of guilt from both parties.

“Really, Mikaelson? You just going to stand there and not attack me? Not continue the assault?” Jed asked as he put his hand to his bloody nose.

“You hurt my brother, I hurt you.” She barked at him; doing everything she could to keep herself from making the first move.

“Oh, the kid started it.” He snapped back at her.

“By doing what? Walking around?” She guessed, anger in herself rising.

“Pretty much.” He admitted; Hope scoffed; how low could he possibly stoop?

“Anything else?” You asked as Josie had twisted the rag again; she sighed as she did so. You both hadn’t really spoken since you had the conversation before.

“I don’t know, nothing else without me bringing my dad in.” She admitted.

“That won’t end well.” You said, in a dry tone; but Josie smiled a little at your humour.

You were pretty decent at fighting; but right now, you weren’t. Right now, you had been kicked down to the floor, getting your assed absolutely kicked.

Every kick hurt, your back felt like it would snap, your lungs burned, your face was bleeding.

That was when you felt the teeth sink into your leg.

“HEY!” You heard Josie scream out as she held out her hand, the wolves all backed away from you and then ran. But, through your blurred vision, Jed gave you a warning look.

“We’ve got a problem,” Hope said as she entered the room, with no blood or injuries, Josie noted, “Jed wants round two.”

Her words sparked some protective mode in Josie; sure, she hadn’t made the best amount of progress with your bond. However, it did make her remember how close you both used to be; about how you both would be protective of the other.

She’d found that fire once again.

“Alright, we’re clear.” Hope said as she looked out at the hallway; when she said those words, Josie had your arm looped around her shoulder as she shouldered your weight and carried you across the hallway to a new room.

Now that Jed was trying to track you down, the two had the idea to get you from A to B; one room to another all-in order to keep you safe.

You were better, but not a 100% just yet. You were still weak, and probably wouldn’t survive another encounter.

“Are you ok?” You asked Hope as she led you, but kept her eyes search the area like a hawk; looking for any threat that she would need to protect you both from.

“It didn’t come to blows, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She assured you but kept her tone flat. You knew what she was going, trying to hide her feelings of worry and paranoia. You once tried that too, but it was Hope that had broken you out of that.

Now, everyone else was doing that for her. You were included in that list, obviously; but the time when you lost control damaged those odds further. All your dynamics were a little fragile at this moment. But, all three knew that things were starting to go back to some sort of normal. Some sort of equal footing.

“Come on, come on, keep going.” Josie said as you slipped a little, but she picked you back up and you continued on your way.

“I got you, I got you.” She said in a quiet voice that (if Hope hadn��t had her hearing) only you’d hear. It was soft and encouraging. It was how your friendship was; soft and nice…it was safe.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on, come on. Y/N! Hey, come one, wake up.” Josie said in a panic as she tapped her hand on your face, but you did nothing but stir and groan.

She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, before she looked down at your leg. Her eyes widened as she pulled up your leg, seeing the bite.

“No, no, no, no.” She said in more panic as she looked back at your face as you slowly started to drift off, “Y/N, come on! Stay with me. Hey!”

You tried; you really did. You tried your hardest, but you were just too weak at this moment. You were drifting in and out; coming back to see a door, then a bed.

Josie got you into the bed, then looked at you as you struggled. She was almost having a panic attack at this point; she was tearful as she watched you groan in pain and struggle to breath.

“Hope.” She said in remembrance and left to find your sister.

“Locked, damn it.” Hope said as she pulled and pulled on the door. She looked back at you two, knowing that you both wouldn’t be great in a fight right now.

“Look who it is.” They didn’t have time to think about it, as Jed had shown up one more time with his friends at his back.

Hope had moved from behind you to in front of you.

“You’re not touching them, Jed.” She said, firmly.

You, however, pushed past her and stood in front of them, “I do this, you leave them alone.” You bargained with him, seeing no other way out.

“I’m not just leaving you –” Hope started to say.

“Yes, you will. This is my fight, Hope. Not yours.” You said to her, just tired at this point and wanting this to be over.

“No,” She said as she planted herself firmly beside you, “I’m not leaving you; I’m not letting you push me away, not again. I’m not letting you push us away, again.” She said, you looked at your sister, seeing the conviction in her eyes.

“…Ok.” You said, softly.

Hope turned to Josie, “Go get your dad, we’ll deal with this.” She said to her friend. The next moment, Josie was gone.

You both turned to Jed and his guys, sharing a look, “You ready, little brother?” She asked you.

“Ready.” You told her.

Josie was running, heart racing as she did so. She ran, ran as fast as she could do. AS she turned the corner, she bumped into her own twin.

“Josie, what’s going on?” Lizzie asked her as she held her twin’s arms.

“It’s Hope and Y/N, we need to find Dad.” She said in almost one breath. Lizzie, however, caught onto the words. Despite how she was, she did appreciate you and Hope; you were her friends, she couldn’t deny that now.

“Ok, ok.” She said, taking her twin’s hand and dragging her to their father’s office. The man had been away lately on a recruiting mission, but he was back now. So, the two knew he’d be able to help you both in your efforts.

The two bursts through Alaric’s office door, startling the man himself. He jumped as they entered; but, instead of reprimanding them, he saw the fear and concern on their faces.

“Girls, what’s going on?” He asked, his own worry growing.

“Hope and Y/N need your help.” That was all he needed to know.

Hope was at maximum efficiency, and then some. It was anger she had been storing for pretty much all day that was finally coming out when she threw a punch or muttered a spell to throw a wolf away. She wouldn’t kill them, obviously. But, as she had been told in therapy, letting out that anger every now and then was good for her.

Granted, Emma probably didn’t mean it in this way; but, as of right now, it was the only way.

She turned to you, to see you be punched and hit the floor, but you carried yourself and vamp-speeded him into a wall.

“Stop!” The two of you did so, instantly; panting heavily as you both regrouped. The wolves still wanted a fight, but one look from Alaric had them reconsidering that fact.

They scattered, leaving two tired siblings and three concerned friends of those kids.

“Are you two oks?” He asked as he put a hand on both of your shoulders.

You shared a look, “Better with her help.” She smiled at your words and nudged you lightly.

It was later, nighttime. You were laying on your bed staring at the ceiling, this time, though, with no pain in your shoulder. You just had silence, and your thoughts for you.

A knock at your door made you look up; Josie was there looking in and checking to see if you were still awake. When you sat up, she came into the room.

She silently moved to your bed, laying herself next to you, “Hi.” She whispered, both of you facing the other as you laid on your side.

“Hey.” You echoed the greeting back to her.

“Are you ok?” She asked; you let out a sigh at her question.

“Better now.” You said, she smiled lightly.

“Good, I’m glad.” She meant the words.

“Thank you,” You said, “Thank you for having my back.”

“Of course, we’re friends. Friends have each other’s back.” She meant those words too.

You believed them now.

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AFTERMATH | CHAPTER THIRTY TWO | LEGACIES

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"Salvatore Stallions! Let's ride!" MG said, wearing the necklace Hope gave Josie to make quiet things heard.

MG initiated the revolt, a smile on Lilah's face as he took charge. Students cheered, and Lilah sprung into action. Kaleb hit an officer with a golden urn, before calling to Jed and throwing it his way. Jed slid on a table, kicking another officer at the end when he got off, and hitting him with it. Witches helped out when Burr started to point his gun at people, and Lilah was practically throwing everyone in sight.

"Whooo! Super Squad!" cheered Lilah, feeling good about herself as another Triad officer came rushing at her with his gun.

He stood at her heart with a stake.

"Fuck," she cursed, grabbing it and pulling it out. It would take a while to heal, but it wasn't going to take her down.

She glared at the man, growling now. His eyes widened.

"You're the Mikaelson," was all he said before Lilah punched him hard enough to knock him out.

"I am. So be happy there's kids around, or I would've killed you," she said to his unconscious body.

"Kaleb! Get the kids to the bus!" MG yelled. "Witches, make it rain."

Weapons were levitating and turned into rose petals.

"Their magic's back," Burr came to the realization. "Someone get to the tunnels and fix this!"

One of the officers had Jed pressed against the staircase, but Pedro went behind him and tied his feet together somehow.

"Nice one, Pedro!" Lilah congratulated him as Jed high-fived him.

"Come here. Hold on tight," Kaleb said, grabbing the small boy and leaving with him.

Lilah leaned an arm onto Jed's shoulders, the vampire and the wolf breathing heavily. They looked at each other, and shockingly, shared their first real smile together.

"Good job, wolf," she said.

"So... you guys think you're superheroes or something?" her vampire hearing picked up on Burr's voice, and she turned around to see him walking up the stairs towards MG.

"Honestly?" MG questioned, "kinda."

"Too bad I got Kryptonite," Burr said, pulling out his gun.

The Malivore mud gun that was used to shoot Josie.

"No!" she yelled, about to run over, but Burr stopped, obviously in pain as something black came out of his mouth, and he walked away.

"Too bad I got Super Friends," MG said, the twins standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Lizzie was hoisting up Josie, who was still very obviously in pain. Both girls looked like they had been crying.

MG practically ran down the stairs as Lizzie got Josie to a table, Lilah rushing over, too.

"Here, Jo. Sit," Lizzie told her sister.

Rafael came, too, and everyone was staring at Josie with disbelief and concern.

"All right, Jo, you don't look too hot," Rafael said.

"We got to go after Burr," concluded MG.

"Don't worry," Rafael said. He pulled the chain out from under his neck. "I got magical Hope bling, too. If Josie and Lizzie can help me with a veiling spell... he'll never see me coming."

Lilah placed a hand on Rafael's back, and he looked at her with a small smile.

"Okay, Super Squad, let's get him," Lilah said. "I'm gonna go after Hope. Raf, you hide in the woods until Hope gets back."

Rafael nodded, and she went to hug him. She hugged all of them before stopping at Lizzie.

"And you? You'll be here when I get back, too. Okay?" she said, staring at the Saltzman girl.

Tears formed in both of their eyes, and she went to hug the brunette.

"I'll see you when I get back, Jo."

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Halfway to Triad Headquarter, Lilah got a call. She answered the phone, seeing Hope's name.

"I'm on my way, cousin," she said.

"Pull over," Hope said, her voice calm in the background.

"Excuse me?" Lilah asked, scrunching up her face, and continuing to drive. She pressed harder on the gas. "You're hilarious."

"Lilah, pull over," Hope said again. "You need to hear what I have to say."

"I can hear it when I get to you," Lilah replied.

"Lils-"

"Don't," Lilah practically yelled. "Do not tell me what I have a gut feeling you're about to tell me."

"Lils-"

"No!" she yelled, slamming her hands down on the steering wheel, tears falling down her face. In a whispered sob, she said, "I can't lose you, too."

"I'm going to call Dr. Saltzman after this, so I just... please... Lils... pull over," Hope pleaded again.

"No!" Lilah shouted again. "Put Landon on the phone."

"I can't, he would've tried to stop me, so I had to kill him, too," Hope sighed, her voice cracking, and Lilah swerved when she said that. "Don't worry about me of him, Lilah Rae. Everyone here is dead. Landon's gonna need Dr. Saltzman or you to come get him when he wakes up. He'll come back, even if I don't."

"Hope, please don't tell me you're going to do what I think you're going to do," sobbed Lilah, her vision getting so blurred with tears that she wanted to pull over, but she refused. She had to get there fast enough.

"Clarke won. He found the final artifact," she said. "He tossed it into the pit, which is Landon's father, by the way."

Lilah was getting more confused by the second.

"And now Malivore's gonna rise unless I stop him," she said.

"Stop him how?" Lilah asked, but she knew the answer. She knew the answer the minute she answered the phone and Hope told her to pull over.

"Malivore was created by the blood of a werewolf, a witch, and a vampire," she said. "It used to be that only they could destroy what they created, but nature found a loophole."

"You are not a loophole. You are my cousin," Lilah cried.

"I'm the Tribrid. I'm the loophole," Hope tried to convince her cousin.

"Wait for me to get there," Lilah pleaded.

"There's no time," Hope said. "I"ve always thought that I was a cosmic mistake, someone who should never have been born. But after all this time, I mean, my pur-"

"Stop," Lilah said. "Please, no. All these good people didn't give up their lives for you and I for this to happen. I'm not okay with this."

"I know," Hope said. "But you will be, because once I toss myself into that pit, you won't remember me."

"You're forgetting almost nothing works on me," Lilah said. "So... what if everyone forgets you, and I don't. What then, cousin?"

"Then you pretend to not remember me," she said. "You keep living your life knowing I love you. You go find Lorelle, talk things out with your mom. You finally pick between Roman or Raf. You go be your own person. I love you."

"I love you, too," Lilah said. "Hope, I-"

The line was disconnected, and Lilah pulled over. She started sobbing, her shoulders heavy as she sat there, waiting for the inevitable.

Hope Mikaelson, another loved one she couldn't save.

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Poisoned Princess (1/2)

Fandom: Night At The Museum

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Ahkmenrah x reader

TW: Mention of death, mentions of murder, mentions of poison

Genre: IDK to be honest- angst with a kinda fluffy end I guess??????

Word Count: 2.1K

Request: Hey hey hey, could you possibly do an Ahkmenrah x reader for me pls where the reader is an Egyptian princess and she’s gets moved into the museum :3 love you know who 💋

Requests: OPEN

A/n: I’m planning a part two! I’ve never written for Ahkmenrah before so I don’t know how accurate characterizations will be. I tried my best and I hope you like it! Also, to my best friend who requested this, HERE YOU GO, MY LOVE,

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! Ahk, bud, you can't go down there." Larry exclaimed, immediately jogging to catch up with the Egyptian pharaoh.

"What? Why? I'm trying to get to my exhibit." Ahkmenrah responded, confusion printed on his features, head turning to meet the night guard.

"You'll have to go around via the main reception. There's a new exhibit being built just next to yours. Don't worry, you'll be able to roam again in a week, tops." Larry answered, quickly getting distracted as Dexter began climbing his leg, attempting to grab his keys. "No, go bother someone else, Dexter."

"What's going in this new exhibit?" Ahkmenrah pushed curiously. It'd been a while since there'd been any exhibits, as far as he had heard.

"I've no idea. They don't tell me that much- I just make sure you guys don't go wandering over there. Now c'mon we need to sort your bandages out before sunrise." Larry ordered, leading the king towards his exhibit. Ahkmenrah couldn't help but wonder who or what was coming, and how they'd react to everyone. It was the last thought in his mind as he felt himself drift to sleep as the sun began streaming through the windows of the museum.

"Princess? Your cousin would like to see you. He insists that he see you before you're crowned Queen." Your maid stated, her head poked through the door as another maid put the finishing touches on your makeup.

"Tell him he can come in." You remarked softly, quietly standing up as the maid doing your makeup took a step back, allowing you to see your finished look. Barely a second had passed before your eldest cousin burst in, a small, almost scary, smile on his lips.

"(Y/N), you look beautiful. I can't believe my little cousin is going to be Queen. This calls for a celebration." Mohmoad stated, holding a glass of wine behind his back, making his way over to the table, two glasses placed upon it. You gently waved your maids away, giving them a smile of gratitude.

"We shouldn't. There'll be a celebration after the coronation." You murmured, carefully fiddling with the ends of your hair.

"Oh come. What can a glass of wine hurt? Just one, I promise." He responded, his back turned to you as he began pouring two glasses of wine.

"Oh, I suppose you're right. Only one, though, Mohmoad." You sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, careful not to crease your dress. You suddenly heard a small crack and saw your cousin fumbling with something. "What was that?"

"Nothing. I nearly dropped the wine, that's all. Don't worry." Mohmoad lied, quickly slipping the smaller bottle back in the lining of his outfit. You raised an eyebrow and tried to peak at what he was doing, before settling back silently.

"If you say so." You sighed, gracefully crossing your legs, hands placed in your lap. Mohmoad turned around, two glasses in hand. He strutted over, handing a glass to you before taking his place beside you. With a gentle touch, your cousin clinked your glasses together and raised it slightly.

"To you. My beautiful cousin. May you have success in your reign and long may you live." Your cousin had a smirk tugging the corner of his lips as he brought the glass to his lips. After shooting him a wary glance, you copied him, letting the red liquid slip down your throat. As you went to speak again, you felt your throat constrict, a burning sensation tearing through your insides. Coughs escaped your mouth as you choked on your own saliva, fingers releasing the wine to latch onto your neck. You attempted to reach for Mohmoad but grabbed air, swiftly falling to the ground. You were scared. Terrified. You were going to de.

"What did you do?" You managed to choke out, pain searing through you with every word spoken, as Mohmoad towered over your rapidly crippling body.

"Sleep tight, Princess." He remarked before stepping out of the room. The last thing you saw was a maid burst in, mouth open in a distant scream.

When you woke, you had no idea where you were. It was dark, eerily silent, and your body felt constricted, causing your body to become riddled with anxiety. Your breathing starting to quicken as you reached up only to hit something hard. You'd never been one for tight spaces, Without a seconds hesitation, you smashed your fists against the surface, crying to be let out, muffled by whatever was wrapped around your face. Your wrists were starting to hurt, but you didn't want to stop. You couldn't spend another second in this dark abyss.

"Gigantor is that new exhibit done yet? I'd love to meet the new edition. Besides, it's been over two weeks." Jed yelled from his place on the desk, Octavious jabbing his sword into his foot to grab his attention.

"Look I don't know alright. Go check yourselves." Larry huffed, moving his feet off the desk.

"What if they're dangerous? We're just small, but you're gigantor." Octavius shot back.

"Thought you guys were supposed to be brave? Look, if you're that scared take Teddy or Sacagawea. I need to watch Rexy." Larry brushed the two men off as the floor shook, the loud echoing footsteps of a certain dinosaur approaching.

"Welp, guess we better get Teddy." Jed sighed, climbing down the desk, extending a hand for Octavius.

"Why would they want to build a new exhibit by the Pharoah? We're much more interesting." Octavius declared, taking Jed's hand as he climbed down himself.

"We are, but if you haven't realized, we're short of space by our exhibit," Jed answered, jumping into the toy car with Octavius, speeding to Sacagawea's exhibit. If Teddy would be anywhere, it's there. He was barely separated from her now.

"Ah, Jedediah, Octavius. What can I do for you?" Teddy greeted warmly, pulling his gaze away from Sacagawea, a small smile on his face.

"Was wonderin' if you'd like to see if that new exhibit?"

"Is that a translation of 'We're too scared to go ourselves'? And why don't you ask Ahkmenrah, he's the closest to the exhibit? Teddy raised an eyebrow.

"Still sleeping. C'mon, we want to go!"Octavius insisted, ignoring the first question. Teddy and Sacagawea rolled their eyes but followed the car, zooming towards the new exhibit.

It would be a lie to say Sacagawea and Teddy weren't curious too, though they clearly hid it better than the two miniature soldiers. The group glanced at Ahkmenrah's tomb as they passed it, eyeing the Anubis soldiers nervously. As they walked further down the corridor, they looked around in amazement; the small Egyptian section transformed into a corridor, holding artifacts and information on different forms of burying rituals. A turning revealing a large, open room, similar to that of the King only a few metres away. It was calm. That was until large banging and yelling broke the serenity, the lid to the sarcophagus shaking at the force.

"They don't seem too friendly." Jed gulped, slowly backing the car up a little.

"Maybe we should leave them be." Octavius continued, as Jed continued to move the car towards the entrance of the exhibit.

"Nonsense! We all thought that of Ahkmenrah and look how...nice he is."Teddy persuaded, but even he looked hesitance.

"I think I would have to agree with Jedediah and Octavius. This doesn't seem safe." Sacagawea reasoned, putting a hand on Teddy's arm.

"We can't leave them trapped in there; that's torture," Teddy argued, taking a step closer to the screaming sarcophagus.

"Don't risk it, Teddy," Jed warned, pausing the car's motion.

"I'm wax, how much damage can they do?" Teddy quickly shot back, giving the trio behind him a reassuring smile before approaching the Egyptian coffin. After a minutes hesitation, which made the others crawl with nervousness, Teddy pushed the lid off, nearly being knocked off his feet as a wrapped shot up. The smell of old, musty paper hit their noses as the figure rose. They began fumbling with their bandages, scrambling to tear them from their face, letting out a heavy cough of sand and dust upon ripping them off.

Eyes widened as the cloud dispersed, revealing a woman, who looked no older than nineteen, (H/C) hair pulled up into an elegant updo, (E/C) eyes darted around, fear and confusion soon swimming in them, upon realizing she was in a new environment, surrounded by strangers. Teddy, after a minute of shock, extended a hand, which was quickly swatted away, backing up as far as possible.

"Who are you? What am I doing here? Where am I?" You exclaimed, panic edging your voice as your back hit the back of the sarcophagus. The group exchanged glances, not quite sure what to say or how to explain.

"Teddy, maybe you should go get Ahk.."Sacagawea advised, stepping aside as Jed zipped forward to get a closer look, resulting in you jumping back harshly.

"Maybe that would be a good idea." Teddy agreed before jogging out of the large hall-like room. Three pairs of eyes watched you intently, your fingers gripping the side of the cold sarcophagus so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

"We don't want to hurt you, you're safe here." Sacagawea tried, and you shot her a small, unbelieving glare.

"How could I possibly believe that?" You snapped shakily, attempting to move back further, though you knew there was no space behind you.

"You can't, you just have to trust us," Octavius replied, looking slightly freaked out.

"Why should I trust you?" You pushed, alarm taking over entirely. Before anyone could respond, two sets of footsteps began approaching, your body automatically curling into yourself in response. But, while you were expecting 'Teddy' to come back with someone like them, dressed in clothing you found peculiar, you were greeted with Teddy and someone who made your eyebrows raise into your hair. A man, the same age, possibly even a little younger as you, stepped in, crown placed upon his head, a beaded item laying across his collarbones, keeping a cape swinging from his shoulders. You recognized him. He looked like... no, he couldn't be. Thankfully, he looked to be as taken back as you were, taking a second to look you up and down, his eyes were blown wide in shock. Teddy whispered something in his ear before leading the others out. Cautiously, he made his way over to you, offering a hand, similar to how Teddy had minutes ago. You gave him a reluctant look before placing your hand in his, allowing him to help you out of the sarcophagus and onto the stone floor. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand, shooting you a charming smile.

"My name is Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king. And it is a pleasure to meet you." Ahkmenrah introduced, letting go of your hand, but keeping his eyes locked on you.

"Princess (Y/N), daughter of Chione. Rightful Queen to my kingdom." You stated, returning his smile, though yours was a lot more apprehensive. Ahkmenrah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"I...recognise that name." He remarked, tilting his head slightly.

"And I recognize you... I could've sworn I've seen you before." You murmured, trying to rack your memories. Or what you had left of them anyways. Everything was a little fuzzy still.

"Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?" He questioned, eyes scanning your features. You paused, taking a second to think.

"I... I remember it was the morning of my coronation. My cousin, Mohmoad, came to see me- brought me some wine. He toated me and I drank and then..."You trailed off, feeling yourself deflate.

"Then?" Ahkmenrah pushed gently.

"Pain. White hot pain. Like my throat was being torn apart. I couldn't breathe. I was terrified." Your head was pounding and your hands were shaking, though you weren't quite sure why.

"That- That will be how I know you. They called you the poisoned princess." He mumbled under his breath. There was a pregnant pause as you contemplated your next words.

"What happened after I passed?" The air seemed to grow slightly thick between you and Ahk cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Everyone thought you'd committed suicide. Your cousin, Mohmoad was crowned King a few months after your death, seeing as you didn't have any siblings or a husband. You were buried and the man you were arranged to marry was put with someone else. After a few years, people found out that you'd been murdered by Mohmoad and he was executed, on your mother's orders." Ahkmenrah was shifting as he explained, looking ...sad, almost.

"And how is it you know so much about me?"You attempted to lighten the situation, ignoring the odd sense of dread you felt.

"The, uh, nightguards son asked me for help on an ancient Egyptian assignment. He told me a bit about you."

"Nightguard? What exactly is that? Where are we?" You asked, glancing around the room, noticing the obviously fake walls and incorrect hieroglyphics every so often.

"Oh, right. Come with me, I'll explain everything."

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Pour Me Another (1/1)

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Summary: Rey has been trying to get Ben and her friends to mesh for a while, so why hasn't she thought of getting them all drunk before?

Rating: T

Rey and Ben have a lot of firsts.

Enemies turned shaky allies turned shaky friends turned really shaky lovers turned actually stable and in a committed relationship will do that to you.

Some firsts were nice. First time holding hands. Kissing each other on the cheek. Falling asleep in each other's arms. Him buying her a gift and be utterly nervous she wouldn't like it. Sharing memories not focused on murderous family members or starving alone in a desert.

Some firsts hadn't been so nice. Their first fight (that didn't involve any murderous intentions). The first lie to be told and exposed. The first night separated and not knowing if the other is safe.

But this. This is a first Rey is going to commit to memory. She's going to tease Ben for it for the rest of their lives. She's going to maybe even go home and write everything down so she doesn't forget it.

Because this is the first time she and Ben are hanging with their friends and getting drunk. (because, separately, those two things have had their first moments. Toss up if they're being labeled good or bad yet. Scratch that, the drunk first had definitely been a good one).

And yes, their friends, not Rey's, even though everyone would like to comment differently.

Rey nudged Ben in the shoulder for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

He was like a statue in his chair, shoulders tense and arms crossed over his chest. At least his infamous glare wasn't in place. His drink, a simple yellow colored brew, sat untouched in front of him. Well, he had taken a sip. Or maybe just pressed it against his lips. Rey couldn't tell.

Across the table Finn, Poe, and Rose were in an animated conversation describing, in drunken detail, their ideal futures homes now that the war was over.

"Windows!" Poe pronounced, slapping his glass down on the table. "A shit ton of windows."

"Why?" Rose giggled, slapping her hand to her mouth when she realized she near shouted the word. Then she just erupted into another fit of giggles.

"To see the sky, obviously!"

Finn snickered. "Obviously."

Ben muttered, "Obviously."

Rey elbowed him, again.

He shot her you-made-me-come-here look of disdain.

"Haven't touched your drink there, Ren."

Had it been anyone else, Ben would have them on their back with his hands around their neck in a second. But it was Finn and Poe. Specifically Poe right now. They were the only two that dared tease him with his former name. Their own sick form of punishment for the sick punishment Ben had put him through during his days in the dark.

It had been a point of contention, in the past, but now it was actually kind of endearing. Like their own private joke. At least Rey liked to think of it that way. Ben not so much.

"You mean this piss water?" Ben scoffed, eyeing the glass.

Finn swallowed down a bit of his own. "His Majesty must be use to much more fine cocktails."

"Finn," Rose and Rey groaned at the same time.

"Why don't you yell at him like that?" It wasn't clear if he was referring to Poe or Ben. Maybe both.

"Poe is as bad as you," Rose supplied.

"Ben's not drunk." Rey piped up, though she wished the opposite was true.

You sound disappointed He sends through the bond.

She can feel his confusion behind the words.

I just want you to have fun.

And that means me getting drunk?

You're a fun drunk.

You make me a fun drunk.

You see me sitting here, right? Like literally a finger space away.

But they're here.

They're our friends.

Your friends.

I can not have this conversation with you. Again.

"They're doing it again," Rose sang.

Finn near spat up some of his beer laughter took him so hard.

"Get a room you too," Poe groaned.

Yea, their force bond stopped being a secret long ago.

Ben sighed, loudly, but then dropped his voice for only her ears. "Does it mean this much to you?"

The fact that he spoke the words showed some inclination to try and be sensitive with her friends. It warmed her heart enough.

She grasped his hand, still tucked under his arm, but he released it immediately to intertwine their fingers. One thing Ben Solo was not shy about, at all, was public affection. He did not care at all who was watching when he wanted to touch Rey. All that mattered was Rey was letting him touch her to begin with. That was the most important thing in his mind.

"If it makes you that uncomfortable, then no, of course not."

"It doesn't make me uncomfortable, per say…" Now he looked nervous. A slight twitch in his jaw and his eyes dropping to the ground.

I…I don't mind losing control in front of you. But in front of them….

I just want you guys to be friends, they're my family, you're my family, you know that's why I push this so much-

No, Rey, it's not-I understand that. Truly. It's not that I don't want to get drunk in front of them, specifically. I…I don't like getting drunk in front of anyone.

Oh.

Anyone but you. So it's…that's why…

Rey felt an immediate wave of guilt. Of course. She should have known that. She should have guessed it. Maker, she was such a jerk-

"Okay you two, no more mind talking. Starting now." Poe announced. "This is a night out. You want one on one, go lock yourselves in a room."

Finn groaned. "Ugh, no. They did that on base once, didn't come out for days."

Rose nodded her head. "The whole wing decided to camp out in the mess hall cause of the noise."

Ben and Rey both blushed.

"Come on Solo," Poe grinned. A peace offering, of sorts. At least he hadn't said Ren. He reached across the table and gave his untouched drink a little nudge. "Do your family name proud and drink."

Don't Rey immediately shot across the bond. I'm sorry, I should have understood. I don't want you to do anything you don't want. I love you, you know that?

Ben smiled, his soft, sweet smile that he only gave Rey. "I love you too." Then he grasped his drink and downed the whole thing within seconds.

And then it all went downhill.

Or, actually, uphill.

Yes, definitely up hill.

Ben and Poe went all alpha and started a contest on who could drink who under the table quicker. It was impressive, really, and Rey, Finn, and Rose watched in delighted amusement to see who would pass out first.

Poe was a very entertaining drunk. He was charming enough sober, so drunk it was like times a million. Between drinks, he was riveting them all with tales that had them bending over in laughter. Even Ben was smiling in amusement.

And boy, could he could hold his liquor. Rey had not doubts Ben could take him, but Poe was giving her a reason to pause. Finn, actually, was the worst out of all of them. Hell, he was one sip away from kissing each and every single one of them on the face and then promptly passing out on the floor. Then it was Rose, and then Rey. Poe and Ben, well, they were about to find out.

"I attacked a dreadnought all on my own." Poe stated smugly.

"I was ruler of the galaxy all on my own." Ben retorted.

Rey and Rose shared a look.

Poe jutted his glass to his lips. "Finishing"

Ben swallowed down the rest of his like a fish in water.

"You know," Ben stated after placing the now empty glass to the table. "I could just wave my hand and make you fall asleep right now?"

"And where would the honor in that be?" Poe grinned, already waving over the waiter for another round.

Two rounds later…

"I fought him in a light saber duel!" Finn all but yelled.

"I resisted some Jedi mind trick shit!" Poe all but yelled back.

Again, again, and again, Rey and Rose shared a look.

Finn had lost the duel. Poe hadn't actually succeeded in resisting.

And Ben was a smug enough asshole to point that out to them both. "And tell me, who ended up being the victor in both those instances?"

"I fought him in a duel. And had him do some Jed mind tricks on me," Rey piped up, and then, grinned wickedly. "And I was the victor both times."

They all burst into laughter at that, and Ben leaned over to place smacking kiss to her temple. "Hell yea, you were the victor."

Ah, she loved drunk Ben.

Two rounds later…

Poe leant across the table and waved a hand for Rey to lean forward. "I have a secret." He whispered. But actually yelled. With a weird voice. Definitely not a whisper.

But Rey was already giggling and bending over, eager to hear whatever it was.

Ben's hand at her lower back was warm and comforting.

"Benny boy," Poe continued to not whisper. "Use to bring books with him when our parents made us play together."

Oh, there was so much to dissect from that statement.

"That's not…entirely true." Ben huffed, ears already growing pink.

"You two were friends?!" Finn sputtered.

Rose grasped Poe by the shoulder and shook him wildly. "Tell me everything. All of it. Now."

"I wouldn't say we were friends" Ben grumbled.

Poe nodded. "Yea, that's a bit too strong of a word. More like, our parents are friends and, you know, were forcing us to do the same."

"What about the books now?" Rey asked.

"He would bring books and just sit there and read. Jerk totally ignored me. Like, what child would rather read then play?"

"You were annoying."

"I was a kid."

"An annoying kid."

"You read books you nerdy nerf herder!"

Two rounds later…

They had made their way to pool table. Finn, predictably, had smooched Rey and Poe on the face enough they had been red cheeked and short on air in their lungs from laughter. Ben had shoved him roughly away with the Force when he approached him but then, when the floor was looking like his new best friend, Rose has swept him into her arms.

In any other circumstance, maybe it would have been a but embarrassing. Two drunks pressing against the wall sucking each other's face. But none of their group was one to judge and after all the shit-no-all the hell they've been through, and taking advantage of life's good moments was all they were concerned about. Not even Ben would bat an eye. Hell, Ben would punch any ass in the face who would dare sneer at the scene.

So as Finn and Rose happily made out, oblivious to the rest of the world, all Rey could do was grin.

Poe leaned over the table, angling his cue stick. "7, right pocket."

Ben watched quietly, his cue stick in one hand and his other brining his drink to his lips.

Rey gravitated to him, as she always did, and pressed against his large warm body. As his hands were occupied, Ben leaned right back against her in a weird sort of cuddle.

"Play for me," He whispered close to her ear.

His husky tone sent shivers down her spine.

Eyes glued on the table, Poe growled with little venom, "No mind talk."

"We are not mind talking," Rey snapped, snatching the cue stick from Ben's hand. "He politely asked me to kick your ass."

"You make it sound so easy."

"Good, then you know how this is going to end."

"Let's do it Jedi."

Rey was good at pool. Ben knew it and so did she. But Poe was good too.

But not good enough.

The game was over in less than ten minutes.

Ben had a shit eating grin the whole time, leaning against the wall and finishing his drink.

Maker, she loved him.

Rey loved how when she was making a shot close to Ben, his body would press against hers, his hips against her ass, and she would blatantly ignore Poe's eye roll and press back into him. Her body was warm with liquor and with Ben and Maker she just wanted to be alone with him right now.

"Alright, so you beat me at pool," Poe admitted, putting his cue stick away and chugging at his drink. "Doesn't mean Ben is better at me in pool."

Rey smiled "He has beat me at pool, a couple times."

"Which means," Ben smiled, "I've beat you, a couple times."

"We're gonna go," Rose slurred suddenly, pushing against the wall and placing a hand to Finn's chest. She all but stumbled towards Rey, who grabbed her with open arms and chuckles. "Um, it's, ah, late and we're-ha-we're drunk."

Finn nodded his head eagerly in agreement.

"Go!" Rey laughed and squeezed her a bit tighter. "Comm me when you're home safe. And, ah, well, have fun."

Rose laughed and nodded, and then herded Finn, who was nonverbal at this point, towards the door.

The three watched them go with bemused faces.

"So Solo, want to try to prove you're better than me at something else?"

Rey rolled her eyes and swayed towards Ben, who immediately enveloped her to his side.

"You know Dameron, trying to prove you're better at something might be a telltale sign you're not that good at it to begin with."

Poe shook his head with a chuckle and took a sip form his drink.

"Are you tired?" Ben asked Rey quietly, nuzzling the side of her head with his face.

"Yes," Rey sighed. Well, not entirely true.

Not tired enough to go to sleep she added not so quietly.

Ben smirked.

"Maker, you two are insufferable."

Rey giggled and looked at her friend apologetically. "Sorry Poe, it' late, and, well I'm kind of tired and-"

He waved his hands at her. "Don't make excuses. It's fine. You two are fine. Go and be in love and all that. Poe usually goes solo anyway."

The pun was definitely unintended and no one, thankfully, commented on it.

As Ben steered Rey towards the door, he bent his head down towards her ear, licked the lobe, and whispered hotly, "I miss you."

Oh, oh, she missed him too. They haven't been a second away from each other in days but her body ached for him.

Maybe she was drunk. Maybe he was too. Maybe Ben had gotten on fantastically well with her friends tonight and softened her heart in a way she couldn't explain.

But Rey never needed an excuse to want Ben. She always wanted Ben.

When they were back in the room they shared and Ben had her pushed against the wall, he whispered reverently against the skin of her neck, "Did you have fun tonight?"

"I love you," She replied without hesitation. "Yes, I did, oh Ben-" He sucked right on her pulse point. "I-I-I yes-please-oh-did you have fun?"

He let go and then rubbed his nose against her chest. "I always have fun with you."

"But-but did you have fun with them? Finn, Rose, and Poe?"

Ben paused at that, and Rey had to stop herself from whining in protest. She also had to stop her hips from canting up against the leg now pressed firmly between her thighs and pressing right there.

"Rey…" Ben sighed, composing himself, not pulling his whole body away but enough that Rey could lean back and look at the tentative look on his face. "I-I am sorry if…I make it difficult. With them, I mean."

"They've gotten over it," Rey assured and leant forward to press a kiss to his chin. "You know that."

"I know and actually, beyond all possible realms of belief, I don't exactly hate them either."

"Then?"

"I don't want you to ever to feel uncomfortable. And if I made tonight unpleasant for you-"

"Ben! Maker, no! Tonight-tonight was great!"

Finn and Ben taking shots that Finn was too drunk to deny and Ben was too nice to tell him no. Ben unsubtly scaring away any men who looked twice at Rose and wouldn't take no for an answer. Ben not killing Poe on the spot for insinuating he was better at Ben than anything, and actually indulging him on every contest and game he wanted to play. Ben, actually, acted like they were his friends for once, and not Rey's.

"You like them," Rey giggled against his cheek.

She felt, didn't hear, Ben's stubbornness in response to the statement.

"Take me to bed," She whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. "And then tomorrow morning we can talk about all how you like our friends."

"Our friends," Ben laughed softly. "I…I didn't think I'd ever say that in a while." Rey knew without asking "a while" meant much more than the year Ben had switched sides to the Resistance.

"You like them," Rey said, then nipped at his chin. He still hadn't moved her from the wall. But maybe this conversation needed to be had without to seduction of the bedroom. "It's not a sin to admit you like them."

After a tense, quiet minute, Ben whispered, "Do they like me?"

"Oh Ben," Maker, she felt so much like an idiot tonight. She just thought pushing Ben and her friends together would eventually just click, without any other need or worry. But this was Ben. Ben who had suffered so much in his life. And Rey-oh, she had suffered so much too. She could not judge him. And she should have known tonight. "Do you think if any of them hated you, they would actually come to a bar to drink with you?"

"They love you Rey-"

"It doesn't how matter how much they love me. If they hated you more, they wouldn't come. Ben-you're not Kylo anymore. You're Ben. My Ben."

She kissed him, hard, teeth biting at his lips wanting entrance, not waiting. Not hesitating.

Ben groaned and opened up. They kissed, their tongues pushing together, lapping and wanting, and needing.

It was the perfect end to the night.

And yes, Rey teased Ben mercilessly for his new band of friends the next morning.

And yes, Ben pretended to be annoyed.

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Tyler Cameron just wrapped up his whirlwind summer with an underwear campaign — and the photos are just as hot as you’d expect.

The Bachelorette runner-up, 26, models boxer briefs, scruffy facial hair and his perfectly sculpted physique in the latest ad for men’s basic brand Mack Weldon’s “18-Hour Jersey” style underwear, available now on mackweldon.com.

Cameron rose to fame — and captured the hearts of millions — just a few months ago on Hannah Brown‘s season of The Bachelorette, but this isn’t his first modeling gig.

The Florida native is signed to Next Model Management in Miami and posed for several sexy shoots before ever appearing on reality television. Much to the delight of Bachelor Nation, Cameron has shared the sexy shirtless photos and close-up headshots to his Instagram account.

His latest Mack Weldon campaign comes just days after a source told PEOPLE that Cameron and supermodel Gigi Hadid “are definitely real and he’s having a good time.”

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“It’s too soon to say Tyler and Gigi are ‘dating’,” the source said. “They’re both being purposefully coy.”

Cameron was first spotted with Hadid, 24, at Soho House in Brooklyn on Aug. 4 in a photo that surfaced on Twitter (after social media users noticed that the two followed each other on Instagram in late July.)

While the photo was taken from behind, obscuring their faces, the man in the photo is wearing the same shirt Cameron was wearing in other social media posts from the same day. (Reps for both did not respond to PEOPLE’s request for comment.)

Just one night later, Cameron and Hadid hung out again, this time at Frames Bowling Lounge in New York City, PEOPLE confirmed.

According to a source, they enjoyed a few hours of bowling in the lounge’s VIP suite with some friends, followed by an hour of karaoke. Hadid was photographed leaving the venue in blue biker shorts, a long-sleeved shirt and sneakers.

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Cameron’s first date with Hadid came two days after he was photographed leaving Brown’s Los Angeles apartment on the morning of Aug. 2.

An insider told E! News they spent the night together. “I thought it went great. I think he did, too,” Brown, 24, told PEOPLE of their time together. “We had a great time. We talked everything out. It felt very normal.”

Now, the source says that “Hannah is not thrilled” about news of Cameron and Hadid’s outings.

“It’s not that she doesn’t think he’s allowed to date other people, but it’s embarrassing,” the source explains.

On Monday, Brown — who asked Cameron out during The Bachelorette finale after ending her engagement to winner Jed Wyatt — told PEOPLE that she’s “not really sure where things stand with right now.”

Brown added that for now, she has no expectations when it comes to a relationship with Cameron.

“We both have things that are going on in our lives right now separately,” she said. “I’m keeping my options open.”

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Brown got candid about her love life on Monday in a lengthy Instagram post where she admitted that she has been “struggling” following the end of the ABC series.

“Life is so different,” she wrote. “Since last August, I’ve been a pageant queen, a bachelor contestant, and the Bachelorette. I’ve been in love with multiple people, I got engaged, I broke off an engagement, and I shared it all with millions of people.”

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11 _ Straw Spun to Silk

First - A Gentleman in a Coat

Chapter 11 - Trees Chew Bones

Neveah’s felt a sharp tap on her shoulder and whipped about. She staggered - the clown was suddenly there, bowed low. Both long arms stretched out, his gloved hands fisted tight. He tilt his orange crowned head, smiled. And waited. Neveah regarded the clown suspiciously. Jed came up to her side and stood, watching on with hands settled protectively on her shoulders.

“Ooh! I see.” Neveah reached out and tapped one fist. The expression of the clown drooped, his plush and ruffled costume deflated—

Then! A grin alit with a spark, and he revealed the chosen palm. From nowhere a red bubble sprouted and swelled, larger and mightier it became. The gleaming bulb lifted from the chalk white palm, trailing a fine bit of twine.

“A balloon!” Jed barked, astonished as the thing rose higher and higher still. Not just a balloon, but a magic trick!

The clown snatched the string, and daintily held it in his fingers. He smiled at Neveah, and appeared wholly focused on the rosy cheeks of his twin sister. A twisting bulb of dread clutched at Jed’s chest. The clown spoke:...

Graphic Content Warning - Child death. Hey, enjoy!

The home was on the cusp of a new division, built a little beyond the edge of pastures cleared for the farms. Patches of dense woodlands grew up and around, corralling the tender plains from the worst of wind shear and numerous canals cut through and around the area. Old bridges built to connect the plains made for exciting areas for water to gather, and all manner of creature ventured to the deserted ravines to quench their thirst. Sometimes the neighbors cattle broke the fence, and they plodded through the pastures; a nuisance usually, but no real harm.

Off from the road stood the Harpin home, a squat narrow two story thing with peaked roofs and slate walls. A blush of thicket crowded on the edge of the yard, with some sturdy tall trunks that made good for swings and bases. The grass across the lawn was out of control, and the children – two siblings – frolicked on some carefree adventure of their own envisioning. High above the sun pitched high and blazed, but the cool breeze winding through stole away any heat that dare settled.

“Uncle Harold!” Neveah sang, as she rushed toward the shed built beside the home. She wore her old spring dress, fully expecting rolling and sitting on the knoll, and carried in her hands a rim of flowers tightly knitted. A similar color display sat upon her head. “We’re making flower crowns.”

The man inside the shed, toiling over a work bench and a saw horse, came out to inspect the little clearing in front of his Uncle Workshop. “Them weeds been growing strong this season, huh? This’n be the last patch before fall come.”

A boy by the name Jedrik but respectfully called Jed, nearly bowled his sister over when he sprang from the tall grass. Side by side the two are near indistinguishable in face and stature, if not for their clothing. “How’re my vest coming along?”

Harold smirked and ruffled Jed’s hair. “Kiddo. Patience. I have to finish some orders before I get to the fun stuff.” He knelt down when Neveah’s reached up with her crown of flowers. With his new decor in place, he edged back and fixed the flowers straight on Neveah’s head. “That’s kind of you to think of me. Can’t reckon I recall the last time some’un made something so pretty.”

“Maybe a girlfriend?” Neveah giggled. Harold nipped her cheek playfully.

“Been a while since someone had me. Now, you both get back to your play biz’ness, I have to get shoes made for the Dewfall family come Sunday service.” Harold mock waved his arms, shooing the two back out into the yard. “Maybe look to weeding the garden, while you have the light!” For a while he waited and watched, and saw that the two had gone over to the garden perched out from the trees on the verge of the yard. Jed used a stick to reach the high shoulders of the scarecrow, and fix the tattered coat; while Neveah settled to tend the plants.

Satisfied he shouldn’t have to warn the kids off for some while, Harold went back to the workbench of the shed. He turned up the light on the oil lantern, and resumed pitting holes into the shoe soles. It was second nature to him; threading the material and gluing. The minutes ticked away, and not long he had the second shoe finished. A notebook beside the scraps cut away, held measurements and orders. He trimmed a pencil and marked out a name, flipped a page and read the next entry.

In the gloom behind his head, a bulbous shape rose forth. Far away and in some other world, the laughter of the children resumed in force. Jed and Neveah were jolly but not near.

Harold glanced at the knife he used for leather carving, before snatching up the sharpener that hung from his bench. He spat on the blade and expertly flashed it along the gradient, feeling the metal grind and smoothen. He checked the edge of the blade in the lantern light, and pleased, bent low to pull a folded roll of material from beneath the workbench.

He swung open the notebook and made another note:

need more thick/derk

As the only local leather smith, Harold had a tall list to order but no competition. No real competition, unless one counted the wares brought in from the big city; unless he was careless with his pricing. His merchandise was custom order, unique, and dependable; he had a deal with the butcher that lived across town and could barter meat for his commissions.

The knife cut seamlessly through the thick hide. He measured and marked the material, and gently cut; in his head he visualized the flat segment, which would be added to the final three-dimensional object. Realizing the product in the inert leather was a technical process, and demanded patience—

Pop! went the balloon. Harold cursed, and grabbed for his palm; he fought to keep blood off his inventory. That made money for the utilities, the food, the kids clothing, home payments. It would ruin….

“Fuck! God!” He snatched the nearest rag, one used for oiling and paint wipes, and pressed it to his hand. “What the hell? What – what was that? Oh… no.” Harold groaned, and pulled the rag away enough to view the damage. He couldn’t see the wound, blood was pouring unrestrained in thick, red globs. “No-no… kids? Kids!”

No one took better care of the garden than Neveah and Jed; it was Harold’s ‘go to’ priority when he wanted the twins busied for a minute. While they plucked weeds and checked the sturdy fence, the two helped themselves to a few sun ripen tomatoes. They got into the habit of eating the tomatoes, since they were up off the ground and tasted better than the squash and pumpkins Harold grew for his stews.

Neveah made a little flower crown, and Jed helped her plop it onto the scarecrows burlap head. Then it was back to chasing each other around the yard; Jed was a fearsome dragon that wanted to catch a princess – he was very convincing. Neveah became so flustered with him, and all his dragon wailing. In the end, Jed admitted the dragon only wanted a friend.

The two ventured to the narrow gulch that encircled the yard; water was in it but it was shallow and thick with leaves from the trees. Jed was about to climb down to the water, but Neveah tugged his hand up.

“Look!” And she pointed. Jed climbed up beside his sister and fixed his eyes on the grove, watching the shrubs for nothing apparently.

“Huh?”

“There! There! See?” Neveah shook his hand. And Jed did see.

A glittering shape flittered behind a tree, with a shocking fiery head – Jed had never seen hair that color. He swayed on the steep bank.

The pallor face peered out from a large tree, and smiled. He giggled, bells trembling merrily. And as before he was gone.

“What was that?” Neveah snickered. “You saw that? Let’s go see. There he is! You see him too, yes?”

“I don’t know, Nevy.” Jed stole another step from the grove, and kept tight hold of his sisters wrist. “That might be a spirit, and we shouldn’t follow something like that.”

“Silly,” Neveah hummed. She stole her hand from Jed and skipped around him. “We won’t go far. He’s getting away. No further than we lose sight of the house.” She was already hurrying along the ravine, to cross the little stone bridge. “Jed! Hurry! Or we’ll miss him.”

Jed climbed down the ravine and hoped to the other side; his heels hit the water, and his shoe sank in the mud. If he ran, the water would dry out. Upon cresting the other side he cast a look backward to the house, as the trees began to swarm. He didn’t see Uncle Harold in the shed, but supposed he was inside and no wiser to their harmless deviousness.

“Wait up, Nev!” Neveah was peeking behind a tree, a narrow tree as if the spry figure could possibly shrink up there.

“I saw him— Oh, there!” Neveah darted away. Her hand caught Jed’s, and he hastened his pace. His sister had always been faster than him. “Where did you go, Mr. Clown?”

Jed turned his head in time, and caught glimpse of the bright fabric sliding up behind a tree very near where they stood. “There! I see him!” The clown poked its head out briefly, grinned and crinkled his nose. The colors and markings were so vibrant, so excellent. Jed remember the circus clowns that came at summers beginning, but the faces paled in comparison. His lips twitched.

He was smiling now, too.

“We’ll get you! Wait and see!” Jed proclaimed, breathless. “You can’t run forever!”

The clown merely sniggered, and same as always vanished behind the gaudy bark of a tree. He and Neveah sprang around the tree on opposite sides, and met the other’s expression at the backside with confusion. Yes, there was plenty enough room for the clown to hide, but… where did he go? There was no trace.

“Ooh! I see.” Neveah reached out and tapped one fist. The expression of the clown drooped, his plush and ruffled costume deflated—

“A balloon!” Jed barked, astonished as the thing rose higher and higher still. Not just a balloon, but a magic trick!

“Would you like to come with me? I have gifts, and sweet things.” The clown reached out and pinched Neveah’s cheek, just as Uncle Harold did. But much harder than she would’ve liked. “For sweet, little girls.”

Now that Jed was able to see the clown clearly, oddities pricked and unsettled his good sense. The clown was drooling, and the eyes – focused on Neveah – were off, askew in his skull. Jed drew Neveah away, and the clown’s smiling face snapped to him. The grin deepened. Toothy.

“I’m… sorry sir,” Jed whispered, “but we’re not meant to come into the woods. Nevy. We need to go back. Uncle Harold will be furious, and he’ll never let us out of his sight again.”

“He probably doesn’t even know we’re gone yet,” she countered. The clown sniggered, eliciting a bright smile on her face.

“Uncle Harold sounds like a spoilt sport.” The clown pouted, and made to blink back tears; his wilted lips were bright and glossy wet. A little sniffle made the bells jingle. “You think he wouldn’t’ve approve of clever’ol Penny wise, do ye?”

Jed swore the balloon was crying too. “It’s not like that. Maybe if you came to our yard, and….” His words trailed off, when the clown – Pennywise – tumbled backwards, down the incline behind him. He was graceful at first, rocking and somersaulting, then uncoiling from the roll to lift upward by one hand. The other hand still held the balloon, the swollen blimp was near level to his pompom toes towering skyward.

“I’ll give you that,” Jed murmured, and clapped reflexively. “Pretty good.”

“Amazing!” Neveah clapped.

Jed looked aside, certain he saw something flitter among the trees. But the clown was still there, impressing them with his antics. Pennywise collapsed like a broken stack of cards, in a heap of limbs – Neveah gasped and lurched into her brother.

But in a moment all was right, and Pennywise untangled. He did a little jig, the bells on his costume (somewhere) jingled delightfully. Something about the movement, still was ill, Jed decided. Like he had pulled himself back together all wrong—

There it was again. A shape darting among the trees, gone before he got clear view of it.

“Come. When you’re with the clown, all woes are gone.” Pennywise dart back within the trees, and in the blink of an eye gone. “Follow me, follow him. FolLow YoU.”

“Is that Tucker?” Neveah rushed forward, out of Jed’s reach. “He wasn’t in the store yesterday. Tucker! What are you doing out here?”

Jed rolled his eyes. Tucker worked at the pharmacy, and he knew his sister had a major crush on the older boy. “Neveah! We’ve gone too far! Nev!”

Another child darted behind a tree. She carried the balloon this time, like a crimson torch. “How are they doing this?” Jed hooted. He glanced back, but it was no use, the house was far out of sight. Uncle Harold was going to ground them forever. “Neveah!”

“Come one. CoMe aLL.” Pennywise did a cartwheel across the path and beyond all rationality, tumbled behind a tree and vanished.

The balloon the other kids carried – Jed estimated six or eight – wasn’t phased by the sharp branches that prickled its surface. He wanted the thing to pop, something about it unnerved him. He hated it.

“TiMe For GamES. TiME FoR Fun. ComE DaNCE wiTH PeNNyWise, tHE daNCinG cloWN.” Pennywise laughed, a crooked nasally sound that carried through the trees but never settled in one general area. Neveah spun in place, before taking off again. This time, Jed caught his sisters hand and ran with her. The rushed up a slope and down, all around them familiar faces from school or town.

“If I catch that balloon, I’m going to pop it!” Jed proclaimed, with no mercy. Pennywise’s laughter cackled, and Jed was smiling again. From his head the crown of flowers untangled, and scattered across the leafy floor. But Jed paid no mind, not with the chatter of the other children filling the void of his doubts. Their laughter shepherd them onward. They hummed a sweet tune. A nursery rhyme.

“Time for tricks, lots of fun,” Neveah chimed. “Always-always, with the clown.”

“Never a time to be alive! There he goes! That away!” Jed hoisted Neveah around. “Thrills and grins through the day, and every minute we frolic and play!”

As Neveah swung at her brothers grip, gasping with laughter, she saw Linden, one of the boys from her class. He hadn’t come to class since—

She shoved her feet into the leaf soil, and snapped Jed to a halt. He nearly toppled over, if not for Neveah’s firm grip. “Wait. I don’t feel good.” She looked around at their surroundings. The unfamiliar, cluttered forest. Children were still laughing, but the sounds rebounded….

From some sort of tunnel, dug into the side of a knoll. Eroded cement and rock jutted out, like gnarled teeth. She and her brother gawked while the sounds faded out, but rocked back. The balloon hung by the entrance, not visibly attached to anything but merely suspended and waiting.

“ClosER.” “We’Re hERe.” “WhHy sTOp?” “FRolIc aNd plAY. frolic andPlAY….”

Jed shuffled from the leering maw, and Neveah followed. “We should… I think, find Mr. Pennywise. Maybe he can show us the way back.” The shrill whimpering evaporated from his memory, his ears. Silence slayed the thicket – no birds twittered, no movement. The expanse went stagnant and heavy. “He should know. He should.” Neveah wasn’t looking at him, her gaze went above his shoulder. Jed twisted around.

There stood the clown, tall like a gangly tree – much too tall, like a tree himself. He was smiling down at them, a little too wide and with so many teeth, all ghastly and yellow against his striking white face. Weren’t his eyes blue before? Jed got a good look, and they were rich, glacial pits like the frozen rivers he’d seen. The clown stood there, a little lopsided maybe, but definitely solid and steady on his feet. And completely motionless.

“What’s the’matter?” Pennywise sneered. “You’re not keeping up with your friends.”

Jed inched in front of his sister, and without dropping his gaze from those burning eyes he began pushing her backward. “Sir. I-I think we should go. It was fun, honest. We’d like to stay, but our… Uncle.”

No longer was Pennywise smiling. He forced an exaggerated frown-face, but it came across as a toothy sneer.

“Don’t look back. Keep walking.” Jed whispered, “I’ll watch him. You look where we’re going. Eyes forward.” In the thick leaf litter, Jed’s foot stuttered over a rock and he broke focus. When he looked back up, Pennywise was much-much closer, fixed like a statue. Grin back, and teeth overlapped in wonky jagged patterns - all too clear, and much too large for his mouth. Jed never heard him move.

He shoved his sister onward and galloped after. “Run! RUN!”

Neveah didn’t make two steps; she squealed when she snapped backwards out of Jed’s arms. Jed pitched forward to his face, and groaned when his tooth hit a rock. There came a dull crack in his head, like glass snapping, and copper heat filled his gums. He swam through the tattered leaves, until he snagged the rock his chin smashed. Weapon in hand, he crawled back toward the sound of squealing and bells jingling. Neveah wailed utter panic:

“Jed! JED—”

Jed snared the clown by the knee and whipped the rock high. Retaliation in its purest, most primal form. He didn’t bring the rock to bear – Jed crashed backwards to the earth, blood soaked down the collar of his shirt from raveled, deep gashes in his shoulder. Soon after, Neveah’s frantic cries cut off.

Several ventures into the sewers came to no great discovery, and once he returned and came back from the depths, he repeated the process over and over with no contest. Burr sang his melody along the canals, within the channels echoing with the words of his somber memories – few told the actual story of where he came from and who he once was – yet throughout his course, no reply was forthcoming. Empty and abandoned was the deep warren, and thus no shackles challengeed his navigation.

Silence thrummed through his bones.

As before, he departed the taint to roam the trails throughout the town. He went from the roads through new sites of construction, to the rivers open and serene beneath the rising night sky. Stars winked down among the tangled branches of trees; regardless the era, his station, the stars awaited within the pitch of night. Roads became the purpose of the nomadic spirit, and the passing of living things was a testament of what was departed.

Beneath his feet lay the hollowed earth, like a grave cleaved bare for the corpse. Stale air wafted from the gaping maw, forming near imperceptible moisture. He went steady and listened, certain he heard children giggling. Nothing was around for miles, or nearly nothing. He descended the side of the knoll and moved among the trees, following the distressed noises humans made when they searched. That same scent was interwoven with the thicket, but it barely pricked along his preternatural senses. It was recognizable, and at the same time foreign.

Lights pulsed among the trees. The hard sear of blinding orange, magnifying the swirling particles of moisture. Burr glided behind a tree when the beam swept his way. Dogs barked and yowled, their chains twittered each time the slack drew taught. Burr slipped around the men hollering; his eye sockets snapped up the light and reflected it’s illumination in a smoldering heat. He was among the shroud of night, a ghost in simplest form. He was present, and at the same time wasn’t.

Upon passing him, one of the lop-eared hounds stalled and turned its snout to his direction. Burr did not stop or regard the creature, that would be a mistake.

“Go on, Butch!” The man holding the chain nudged his dog with a knee. “Keep on it.”

It was debatable if the dogs would find anything. If ghosts couldn’t see the lurker, would a living thing be able to track?

“I promised. I promised Jess.” Harold was on another plot of acreage, with another dog and group of men. He could barely walk straight, ill with grief and pain. A ragged cloth held his injured hand together. “A few days. It was only for a few days! They loved it here.”

“We know, Harold,” an older man placated. He was thick, with a burly beard and mustache. “You must keep it together, we’re doing all we can. We will find them.” A strangled sniffle gurgled out of Harold. The man patted him hard on the back.

It was a hollow assurance. But he strayed for promises, his words were careful. The men feared the worst.

“Neveah! Jedrick! Please!” Harold peered into the murk with his light, for all the good that would do. “Oh god, please… don’t let them be hurt. Don’t let them be lost. Please.”

“A shame it is,” Burr hummed. His somber eyes filled with light from the torch, and when the beam departed the pits still burned hot. “You have lost someone.” As Harold pass him by, Burr leaned over and set his canines near the man’s shoulder. “Nothing good has come to these woods. There is blood. It saturates the soil, as does the sorrow and despair you carry.” The coat bellowed around Burr’s knees as he knelt, and pressed his gnarled hand to the leaf litter. He drew his hand back and examined the threads of flesh between the skeletal twigs of his fingers. Little flowers, the stems twisted and knotted together. Cruelly abandoned.

The harsh light sliced over, and through, Burr’s hunched form. He didn’t move.

“What? What is it?” Harold barked.

The man that soothed him stared, eyes piercing. But after a brief spell, he turned the flashlight away. “Nothing. I thought I saw something. It was nothing Harold, I promise.” He moved further from Harold, upon the rapid approach of footfalls. The light caught the chest and clothing of the newcomer hurrying up to them. Or more explicitly, the older man.

Burr didn’t need to go near. Neither did Harold.

“Where!” he snapped. “Where are they?” He didn’t wait for excuses or pacification, Harold bolted through the thicket in the general direction the newcomer had approached from. He ignored the cry from the older man and kept running, following the pulses of light among the trees.

Even Burr found difficulty in keeping pace. Along the way, a few other groups attempt to snag the hurtling force but Harold tore through. He was possessed, almost drawn by a whirling spool to the posse a quarter mile away.

“Harold, don’t!” was the immediate cry. And this time, Harold failed to break through. He doesn’t need to see, and that incrimination rational tears the footing out from under the grief stricken man.

Harold collapsed among the tussled leaves. If not for the others crowding and holding him by the shoulders, he would have deflated completely.

A puff of ash disperses from Burr’s teeth. Men meander around, lights trailing the ripped leaves. It’s difficult to discern color from natural foliage, but they are making progress. They are covering ground.

“Damn shame,” one of the men said. He chewed tobacco, and spat on a breaching root. “They were some nice kids. Harold’s a good man.”

A clutch of men further away, scrutinize a strip of cloth. One of the fold pried the matted fabric from shrubbery; it was stiff like a board. “There’s not much left,” he noted.

“We’ll start patrolling. Try and find tracks.” A thin man stood, and flicked his light off toward where the group and dogs approached. The hounds were wailing. All the good those animals did. “Figure out what did this, where it went.”

“It’s not fresh,” the knelt man noted. “Few hours. What?”

The thin figure shook his head, and turned back to his partner. “Nothing. Got spooked.”

Together, the two ventured towards the cavernous opening of the chute. Their lights peered into the thick black ink. Burr perched on the edge above, waiting.

“Might’ve gone in there?” the thin man spoke aloud.

“Doubt it.” The other sniffed. “Leaves aren’t disturbed. C’mon, lets’ee if the dogs can get a scent.”

There would be no tracks, nowhere. And he dogs would fail. The men spoke as if the occurrence was wholly natural and expected, an incident resulted by natural fauna. The men searched for hours and combed every inch of the thicket, with the dogs leading them in circles and overlapping cold trails. The search was still plotting, when Burr departed. He was ill of Harold’s wallowing.

The empty streets and allies offered no better solace. A few lamp posts still relied on oil, while new modern electrical ones burned bright and steady. He looked down a few grate covered drains along the road, but felt an ominous tingling burble forth. For a long while he studied the sewer duct, allowing the hours to slide away into that place that time retires.

“He yearns for the return of his friend,” was Spate’s abrupt admission. Burr didn’t budge. It was eerie coming upon a Bone Cloak that was stationary.

“You understand what he does with them? You shun the thought, yet… you know.”

Spate tilt his head down. He could draw on the reflection, of stumbling upon death. “Is it worse to be unrecovered? We are spirits who rise from the lost, and unknown – closure robbed from our duration as the living. But what of the bereaved? What sort of closure does that warrant?”

“To come to terms with and understand, is the typical creed,” Burr rumbled. He crept closer to the duct and peered within. The other watched, on the verge of interruption. “The living take back an element of control that was stolen, they take ownership. We who have abandoned our vessels, forfeit that privilege. It is a penalty, and it is unfair. But there is no contesting what is beyond our control. We don’t belong in that world. Permission or blessings are moot points in our dealings. We tamper, but we are not of. Bared from respite, each day we mourn what isn’t so.”

Burr grated, voice rough. “What have you sought I?”

Spate ignored the question, and instead stated, “You are of blood.”

“A slaying. A successful hunt.” The utterance came out as a wheeze, and a plum of ash descended to the street beneath his teeth. “I would not linger, if I were not indebted to this region. There is but one course for I to take, and it must be wrong. But choice is no longer my autonomy. It is unfortunate.”

“Shall I accompany you?”

“Nay. You have a favor to grant? I will see if I can return hither of below, or in the least understand what you will undertake. Search elsewhere for what you seek.”

Burr drew his snout back and studied Spate’s expression. The other bone and coat could lollygag around, but inevitably (and he was aware) the child would confront his enemy. It was the only plausible way to see either released from their contract. If the child remained well, or Spate kept near his client, all would be well and dissolution would come of the pact. He was certain. But unlike how humans structured their realm and how black and white transactions were construed to be, conditions could blur and merge. Spate could choose to decline and offering.

“Per chance, a lighthouse will steer you clear of peril?” Spate posed. “You shall find me, or I will seek you.” Burr huffed.

“I wouldn’t do that.” He tucked his arms into the opening, and slid within the opening as easily as sand down the neck of an hourglass. A second later, the gnarled snout poked through the opening, his hat tucked low to the point only teeth grinned back “I will return. If I return, I will. This is not a matter of finding ones way, but the slither of opportunity that comes. Do not expect me.”

Spate was left alone, confused and a smidgen despondent. He reared his snout back and examined the road up and down, but no sign of life was present. Nothing alive, nor dead. The town was amid a deep slumber and at that hour, it felt as if nothing in the world could awaken its denizens from the ersatz coma they found comfort in.

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WARNING: This post contains spoilers from Tuesday’s season finale of The Bachelorette.

When Hannah Brown woke up in Greece on the day she could potentially get engaged, the former pageant queen still didn’t know whether she wanted a future with Jed Wyatt or Tyler Cameron.

“I am conflicted in my heart,” she said on Tuesday night’s finale of The Bachelorette. “I was hopeful that I would have clarity but like today I don’t know. I don’t want to not be 100 percent sure and then make the wrong decision.”

On her way to the proposal site, Hannah requested that the driver of her car pull over. She got out of the car, started walking away, and tripped. From her seat on the ground, she examined her elbow and told a producer, “I really can’t do this.” But the Alabama native, 24, eventually got back into the vehicle and continued on her way to give out her final rose.

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Tyler was the first man to approach Hannah with a Neil Lane ring. The contractor, 26, recounted the moment he fell in love with Hannah and credited her with helping him transform into the man he wants to be.

But before Tyler could ask Hannah to marry him, she cut him off.

“I am so lucky to be loved by you and to feel that,” Hannah began. “You have supported me, you have been so sweet and strong for me and done everything that I’ve asked and more, and loved me so much. And my life with you would be amazing. And when I told you I was falling in love with you, I mean it. But I love someone else. I’m so sorry.”

Tyler handled the breakup with grace. “That’s going to hurt but I’m still going to be your biggest fan rooting for you,” he told Hannah. “I wish you and Jed nothing but success. I really mean that.”

In the car on his way out, Tyler confessed that the split “feels like a million uppercuts to the gut.”

“I’ve never been one to be able to open up. It really took Hannah to pull it out of me,” he continued. “And I realized once it was out of me how amazing it feels to be open and I just, these feelings that I’ve had, I haven’t had for anyone this strong. I’m hurt. I thought it was Hannah, but that’s not the case.”

Hannah Finds Mr. Right … or Does She?

When Jed arrived, he didn’t just step out of the car with an engagement ring — the singer/songwriter was also armed with (what else?) his guitar.

“Though the other side is kind of unsure, right here is for sure and I know that I love you,” Jed, 25, began telling Hannah. “And talking is hard sometimes for me so …”

Jed then broke into another song he wrote for Hannah, strumming and singing, “We always knew it’s me and you.”

“I’ve been praying for this moment for a long time,” Hannah told Jed. “I’ve been praying for you. You’ve supported me, you’ve loved me, you’ve challenged me, you’ve moved me and it’s made me love you so, so much. And I am in complete love with you.”

After Hannah expressed her love for him, Jed popped the question. “I don’t want to go another day of my life without you being all mine,” Jed said as he took a knee. “Hannah, will you marry me?”

Hannah said an enthusiastic “yes,” and the couple couldn’t wait to start their happily ever after together.

“She’s gonna be a Wyatt!” Jed cheered to the cameras.

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The Past Becomes Present

But their bliss only lasted two days.

“The second night after we got engaged, Jed tells me that he had been hanging out with this girl before he left to come on the show,” Hannah revealed on the finale. “I was like, ‘When was this?’ And I remember him saying a week before the show. And I was like, ‘Okay, so you broke it off?’ He said yes, told me it was nothing. It was hard to hear, but I tried to let it go.”

Then Hannah came across the PEOPLE article, in which Jed’s alleged girlfriend Haley Stevens came forward to detail the extent of their relationship, sharing that they’d taken a trip to The Bahamas and said “I love you” to one another.

“The article said that he didn’t really end the relationship before he came here,” Hannah said. “The extent of that and what was withheld form me after I’ve already said ‘yes’ was not okay. Jed has muddied the waters of our future together and it’s not what I thought I said ‘yes’ to.”

Back in Los Angeles, Hannah and Jed sat down to discuss the situation. Jed said he would be completely honest and tell his then-fiancée “the full thing.”

“When I met her I was very single,” Jed said of his supposed ex-girlfriend, who he started seeing in “late October.”

“I was going out with my friends and just being young, having fun and I didn’t feel like it was an exclusive thing. I was dating around and it never felt like a relationship to me. She was like the one that I spent the most time with her and we’d only hung out a few times.”

When prompted by Hannah, Jed said he was also dating other women, but had slept with Haley. They also spent a weekend together in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, after which she met Jed’s parents. Then in January, Haley threw Jed a surprise birthday party, and her parents got them a trip to The Bahamas.

Despite all that, Jed insisted, “There was not a label on it. I never was like, ‘this is my girlfriend.’ ”

Then, “Three days before we leave, I got asked if I’d be interested in the show,” Jed said. “I tell her. She’s obviously sad but she’s also like excited. I was thrown off because I think it’s kind of like not logical to hang out with somebody who’s considering doing a dating show. In my mind, yeah I was going there for a music thing. I told her it was like, this is going to be a really good thing for music. Like, this is it. I highly, highly doubt this could be a relationship thing.”

To make matters worse, while drinking on their Bahamas vacation, Jed said, “I love you.”

“When I said it, it didn’t feel right,” he told Hannah. “And I knew it was a mistake because I was leaving.”

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Hannah called Jed “selfish,” and also mentioned that she received pictures of two girls at Jed’s home in Nashville after they got engaged. Jed claimed he “didn’t know them,” to which Hannah replied that he knew them well enough to throw them in the pool, and he admitted to doing so.

As for Haley, Jed felt that arriving in Los Angeles for The Bachelorette effectively ended their relationship. “To me, I ended it in my heart and not verbally,” he said.

“This is obviously humiliating for me,” said Hannah, adding that members of her family were receiving messages about the controversy. She also questioned why Jed never said anything during the course of the show, especially when she sent someone home on the first night for having a girlfriend back home.

“I didn’t have a girlfriend though, so to me that didn’t feel like it was a relationship, but now when I look back, yeah, it was a f—ing s—y thing to do and I should’ve walked up and said something right then and there, and I didn’t,” he said. “I should’ve said something at the Fantasy Suite and I didn’t. But once this started happening and I started seeing how I was feeling about you, I couldn’t think about anything else. You were it. The reason I held back details that I did was because I was scared that if I told you, you’d walk away from me. And that’s the most coward thing to hear, I know, but that’s just the truth. And I’m so not proud of it.”

Jed’s explanation made Hannah realize why his family was so doubtful of their relationship during his hometown date. “Now it makes me feel like, when I went to your family and they were so skeptical of it, no wonder,” she said.

“Nothing is ever like how you plan it to be, but I just feel like this experience has been taken away from me because I didn’t know all the details. I was being told half-truths and lies and you wanted me to have clarity and clarity means truth. You got to see all of me, I didn’t get to see all of you.”

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Ultimately, Jed’s shady past left Hannah questioning their engagement.

“This,” she said pointing to her engagement ring, “doesn’t mean the same thing. That’s not what I said ‘yes’ to.”

The finale then cut to the live in-studio portion, when Hannah confirmed to host Chris Harrison that her engagement with Jed is over.

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