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Hide and Seek | Eddie Munson x Reader
♥ Summary: When your first meeting with boyfriend's family goes off the rails to a murderous degree, you call your cute co-worker for help. as it turns out, he has a couple demonic tricks up his sleeves [Demon!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]
♥ Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs dni. graphic violence, extreme gore, a rape metaphor, threats of sa, vomiting, stabbing, murder and attempted murder, gun related violence, violence against women, derogatory terms used for the reader by someone other than eddie (whore, slut, skank), multiple side characters infer that the only purpose of individuals with wombs is to have children/make sacrifices for others, unprotected sex, p in v sex, mild breeding kink, monster fucking, angst, mediocre smut imo, fluff. if you've ever seen ready or not, take that, and combine it with labour paris paloma. if i missed anything, please let me know so i can tag it
♥ A/N: other content tags include: modern au. demon au. there's vague lore to this, i might write a follow up. for more author's note, please check the bottom of this post.
♥ Word count: 23041
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“Grace couldn't be happier after she marries the man of her dreams at his family's luxurious estate. There's just one catch- she must now hide from midnight until dawn while her new in-laws hunt her down with guns, crossbows and other weapons.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you hissed, snatching the movie away from your coworker, “Do not read that shit to me right now, I’m anxious enough as it is.”
A laugh slipped out from Eddie’s soft lips as he scrunched his face up in sympathy, “That bad, huh?”
“Don’t laugh at me,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands, “I never should’ve agreed to this. I’m so stupid.”
Eddie shrugged, pouting slightly, “No, you’re stupid for other reasons. This isn’t stupid. This is far from stupid. You’re just meeting your boyfriend’s family, I mean, that was gonna happen one way or another, right?”
You didn’t give a verbal response right away. You just let out a pained scream, muffling the sound of it with your palms.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Eddie gave your arm a sympathetic pat.
“It’s just,” you pulled your hands away from your face, “It feels so soon- and I didn’t think my first meeting with them would be a weekend long getaway at their giant fucking mansion. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that? A giant fucking mansion? Who the fuck has a giant mansion in this economy?”
“Your boyfriend’s parents.”
You let out another distressed sound, “I mean, I knew Roman had money, I just… I didn’t know it was McMansion money.”
Eddie nodded, hopping up on the counter of the always quiet video store, “I see. So what exactly are you afraid of here? Slipping on marble floors? Breaking their solid gold antiques? Using the wrong fork in such an egregious fashion that you get yelled at?”
“Honestly, I’m mostly afraid of blaspheming or something. His parents are like, hyper-Catholic.”
A smile crossed your face, but it faded far too fast for Eddie’s taste, “God, his parents are gonna hate me.”
Eddie tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, or an adorable baby cow. You weren’t entirely sure how he managed to pull off that expression. Everything about his appearance seemed to scream tough, scary metalhead- except for his eyes. His eyes betrayed the fact that under layers of leather, chains, and eyeliner, Eddie Munson was deeply kind.
“And now you’ve lost me,” he leaned back, tipping himself over the counter to a dangerous level, “How could anyone hate you, angel?”
“Eddie, I work a minimum wage job in a nearly-defunct movie store that sells DVDs. I go to a community college for a degree that won’t take me anywhere. I’m pathetic, and I have no energy ninety percent of the time, and even though I’m going to try and look nice this weekend, I know I’ll look like a mess. I’m nothing. I’m nothing, and I’m going nowhere, and in a hundred years I won’t be anything more than a footnote on a footnote on their son’s wikipedia page. They’re gonna see that I’m not good enough for him. I’m never gonna be enough for him and they’re gonna hate me for it.”
“Sweetheart-” his eyes were wide. He looked completely shocked, taken aback that you saw yourself as nothing.
“You know, whenever we get an angry customer, everyone here hides behind you?”
You raised an eyebrow at him, unsure of where this was going. Eddie continued, “It’s because you’re strong as hell and you’re terrifying- and you can make anyone see reason. You’re smart as fuck and you take no shit from anyone. You’re the furthest thing in the world from pathetic..”
“You’re just saying that-”
“I’m not!” he leaned forward, “I promise! And I mean, besides all that, you’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met- and you’re definitely the hottest.”
“Are you sure about that?” you asked, finally cracking a smile, “You know Steve.”
“‘The Hair?’ Well, I mean, I have eyes, I know he’s gorgeous, but you? You’re a total knockout,” he threw a few punches into the air. You couldn’t hold back your laugh.
He smiled at you, just admiring the way you wheezed at his eccentricities.
“You aren’t nothing,” he said as your laughter subsided.
“I know,” you didn’t really believe your own words. You were pretty sure he picked up on that.
“I’m serious! You could have the entire world if you wanted it. Forget a hundred years, I give it six months before the Earth is yours.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Six months! Then the world is yours and the rest of us are just living in it.”
You scoffed, hopping up on the counter beside him, “Make it four.”
“Or less!”
A soft, content silence passed over the two of you. You watched as Eddie’s long, slender fingers tapped a beat into his thigh. You reached out, taking his hand into your own, running your thumb over the blue veins that lay beneath his skin. God, you didn’t know a person could have such beautiful hands.
“Still,” with his hand still in yours, you leaned into his shoulder, using it as an oddly soft pillow while you spoke, “Even if I am taking over the world, I haven’t done it yet- so this weekend is going to fucking suck.”
“Hey, if there’s anyone who can deal with hellish in-laws, it would be you. Pretend they’re just customers. If anyone can deal with a couple of rich in-laws for a weekend, it’s you.”
“Is it?” you sighed, “Or are they gonna kill me because I used the wrong salad fork?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, a smirk crossing his lips. He gave your hand a squeeze and let go before he jumped off the cash desk, “They’re not gonna kill you, sweetheart. You think Roman would let them?”
“Who knows? Think of Grace. Think of Chris Washington. This could totally be a Get Out, or a Ready or Not!”
You were playing around now, dabbling in worst case scenarios to ease some pressure off of your worried mind. Eddie played along with you, as he so often did.
“You’re right. You’re totally gonna get murdered this weekend. I’ll have to find someone to pick up your Monday shift.”
“I know,” you feigned a wince, “Sorry in advance. I’ll be too busy getting sacrificed to the devil.”
Eddie paused for a split second. His smile wavered so briefly that you didn’t quite catch it as you continued on your dramatic rant.
“And yes, I should have informed the company over text, at least! But!” you shrugged, “I was too busy getting murdered by my in-laws.”
“That’s no excuse!” Eddie gasped, taking on some weird, posh sounding accent- presumably the sound of the bourgeoisie, “You should know that the interests of Family Video come before personal crap like getting murdered.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Boss Man. I’d ask you not to fire me, but, y’know. I’m dead.”
Eddie’s smile returned in full force as he twisted away from you, focusing on the new task of placing films back on their shelves. As you gazed at his back, gears began to turn in your brain. Maybe keeping someone in the know about your whereabouts wouldn’t be such a terrible idea.
“Hey, Eddie? Would it- would it be okay if I did inform you? Over text? If something happens, I mean.”
He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was much softer, “Nothing’s gonna happen to you, sweetheart.”
“I know that. Logically, I know that- I’m talking about a scenario where everything goes terribly wrong and I end up offending the hell out of his parents. If they hate me, can I call you?”
Eddie nodded, his sweet eyes widening as his strong hands wrapped around the plastic case of another film.
“Of course, sweetheart. Of course.”
You bit your lip as you watched him turn. The way Eddie spoke to you filled something inside of you. It met a deep dark need that ached somewhere in your chest. You wondered if, in a different universe- one where you had met Eddie before you met Roman- you would still have that need.
You kept your eyes on Eddie for a few minutes before you finally turned away.
-
Hours later, the clicking sound of your heels echoed across the front lawn of a rather imposing mansion. The smell of freshly cut grass overtook your senses, nearly covering the underlying stench of metal. Already, the grass was covered in fallen Autumn leaves.
A mildly uncomfortable dress clung to your body, exposing your shoulders to the chill of the early evening air. An expensive bottle of red wine sat heavy in your hands. Behind you, you could hear the muttering of butlers (butlers!) as your luggage was removed from the car you’d arrived in.
Roman stood at your side, his piercing blue eyes dead focused on the door a few paces ahead of you. His suit was perfectly tailored to every sharp edge of his toned form. The harsh scent of his expensive cologne stung your nose. He was the very picture of confidence- next to him, you felt like a lost, sad stray puppy.
“You’re sure about this?” you asked, not bothering to turn to face him. You knew he wouldn’t look you in the eye for a question this trivial, “You really think I’m ready to meet-”
“You are,” there was no hesitation in your paramour’s voice. There was no compassion, either.
“And you think they’re ready to meet me?”
When you were met with silence, you steeled yourself. You took a deep breath, clenching your fists as your lungs filled with the scent of cut grass and cologne.
“Now, the second that door opens, you are quiet and polite, got that? Don’t speak out of turn, laugh softly, and for once in your life, do as I ask.”
You didn’t have time to respond.
The door swung open as you and Roman approached, revealing the smiling faces of a middle aged couple. You had been informed about them on the car ride up- and you didn’t fail to notice the way they looked you up and down, judging you in a practiced silent way.
The woman, Roman’s mother, had short dark hair, styled neatly so her bangs framed her unwrinkled face. From what you’d been told, she was a fan of diamonds, anti-aging creams, and vintage reds- hence the bottle in your hands. The man next to her, Roman’s father, Benedict, shared your boyfriend’s piercing blue eyes. The watch on his wrist was expensive, though you already knew it would be. When it came to the finer things in life, Benedict (never Ben) was something of a collector.
The couple was perfectly warm as they welcomed you into their home. Cecilia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, and Benedict clapped his son on the back, expressing a sort of fatherly pride. Still, as you stepped through the heavy oak doors, you were overwhelmed with a sense of wrongness. It took all your strength to smile through it. You had to ignore every instinct you had- all of which were currently screaming for you to run.
A chill ran up your spine as the doors swung shut behind you, trapping you inside with a heavy thud. Someone took the wine from your hands. You had no choice now. You were in.
You tried to shake off your unease as you moved through the hallways. Each space you entered dripped with the trappings of wealth. Everything was crafted with fine materials by the very best craftsmen. The decorations were decadent and modern and entirely overwhelming. You could just tell that everything in this house was more expensive than your car.
You did your best to listen as Cecilia and Benedict took turns delivering the history of the marble floors and fancy trims, but you couldn’t help but focus on their taste in wall decor. Oil portraits hung on the walls; painted visages of men and women stared down from golden frames. Their bodies were bathed in painted finery, and their eyes seemed to watch you as you passed through their hallway.
“Ah, I see you have an eye for art!” Benedict exclaimed, stepping away from your side for a moment to gesture to the portrait of one woman in specific. She had the saddest honey-brown eyes you had ever seen. You wanted to reach out and hold her hand- which was odd, considering the fact that she was a painting.
Benedict continued, ignoring you as you became lost in your own mind, “These paintings are all originals, all commissioned by the family.”
Your eyes followed the line of portraits as far as you could see. In each gilded frame, a different face peered out at you with sad, desperate eyes.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Cecilia took your elbow in her hand, pulling you closer to the painting of the brown-eyed girl, “She was Benedict's darling first wife. She passed so tragically young.”
Her words told a tragic tale, but her tone was nothing short of upbeat. You stood straighter, becoming more aware of Cecilia’s proximity to you and the smile on her face as she continued to speak of Benedict’s late partner.You couldn’t help but notice that the woman in the frame was missing a ring.
“She died in childbirth, as did her baby- her only child. When she left us, we had this portrait made.”
“Tragically, that’s the case with most of these old things,” Roman said, placing a hand on the small of your back, “When a LeBuer passes, we commemorate their life with art. It’s a nice way to keep them close- to keep them from leaving. Someday soon, you’ll join them.”
You nodded, entirely unsure of how to respond to that statement. All of your jokes with Eddie had been just that- jokes. Now, however, with the eyes of the portraits boring into you, you were actually starting to get freaked out.
“Come now,” Benedict’s voice boomed through the hallway as he guided the group away from the portrait and down the corridor, “It would be rude to leave the rest of the family waiting.”
“Oh, yes. They’ve all been so excited to meet you! Roman has told us such wonderful things.”
You peered at Roman from the corner of your eye, wondering what, exactly, he had told his family. He kept his gaze on the portrait, glaring at the woman within as if she had done him a personal injustice. He remained there, stock still with that look on his face until his parents pulled you away, leaving Roman behind.
A short ways away, the hall opened up into a second foyer that was somehow even grander than the first. A chaise lounge sat in the middle of the room. On a small table next to it, dried flowers sat perfectly arranged in a vase that definitely cost more than you could hope to make in a lifetime. An elegant staircase twisted up one wall. Beneath it stood an oak door, covered from top to bottom with fine gold detailing. When you looked closer, you could see that the gold made up tiny illustrations of what you had to assume were biblical stories.
The other walls were decorated with more portraits. More finely dressed men and women, more piercing eyes staring down from gilded frames. You suppressed a shiver of discomfort.
Roman’s parents stopped you just as you reached the door beneath the stairs. Benedict stood behind you, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders as Cecilia gathered your hands in her own.
“Now, some members of the family were unable to make it- tonight you’ll be meeting our daughter Medea-”
“And her no good husband,” Benedict continued, the tone of his voice and Cecilia’s eye roll betraying the truth behind his joke.
“You’ll also meet our eldest son, Adam, and Roman’s aunt and uncle, their son, and-”
“Cathrine,” Roman announced his return to the group, “You’ll get to meet Cathrine.”
Honestly, you had no clue who the fuck that was. Cathrine could’ve been the family pet for all you knew- but something about the way Roman’s lips curved around her name, the way his voice took on a tender tone that he never even used with you- that said otherwise.
“Are you ready, dear?” Cecilia took your hands in hers again as she asked. Her words were kind, but you couldn’t help but think her smile looked fake. You drew in a harsh breath. Your heart began to race in your chest. You drew your lower lip between your teeth, nibbling at it as your nerves twisted in an anxious dance. Cecilia’s hand drifted up towards her neck, where she laid a few dainty fingers over a necklace- a gold chain and a crucifix. For a split second, and only a split second, you could see disgust cross her face.
“I-” you stuttered, “I think I need a moment.”
Cecilia said nothing. She no longer looked like she wanted to throw up at the very sight of you, but there was still a cold look in her eyes. Benedict was unaffected by his wife’s sudden frost.
“Just as well! We’ll let the family know you’ve arrived.”
He took his wife by the elbow and gestured for his son to follow, guiding them both through the massive doors into what looked like a void of darkness. Before you could question it, the patriarch’s voice called out to you.
“Come in soon, dear. They’re waiting for you.”
You smiled, attempting to cover the tremor that ran through you at the echoing sound of Benedict’s voice. The second the doors shut behind the happy family, you let your facade drop. You collapsed onto the chaise lounge. At a different time, you might’ve felt glamorous doing that, in the moment, you just felt anxious.
Moving quickly, you pulled your phone from your dress pocket. Your lockscreen was a photo of you and Roman at a beach. His arm was wrapped around you, his eyes and smile confident and self assured. Beside him, you simply looked inadequate- tired and anxious. Unlocking the phone, you were met with your homescreen- a photo of you and Eddie where the flash made his eyes go red- and a text from the man himself.
EDDIE: hope you got to the haunted mansion safe and sound (ooooooo ooooooo *spooky sounds*)
Your thumbs flew as you typed a response.
Y/N: i’m here, and i haven’t been murdered yet. this place is fucking *weird* though
EDDIE: what brand of weird are we talkin?? good weird? bad weird? me weird? that time gareth got drunk and tried to organize the gravel behind my place weird?
You paused, smiling before you resumed typing.
Y/N: ok, tbh, i don’t think anything is gonna top gareth weird
Y/N: but things are like… weird weird.
Y/N: i don’t mean to be a bitch. his family is perfectly nice, it’s just… they have paintings?? oil paintings of all these dead people. apparently they’re all relatives, but there are so many of them
EDDIE: huh
EDDIE: maybe it isn’t ready or not, maybe you’re in crimson peak, and one of his relatives is murdering all of their wives
EDDIE: hey if you see tom hiddleston wandering around looking sad, lmk, i wanna get in on that
Y/N: ha ha, very funny
Y/N: but seriously, i hate these damn paintings- it feels like the eyes are following me
Y/N: I’m On Edge, eds. seriously, Roman told me I was gonna join the paintings on the wall one day, and maybe it was a marriage proposal, but it felt more like a threat
There was a pause, a moment where all you had were three little dots telling you he was typing. For a split second, the storm of anxiety brewing in your chest threatened to overtake you. Your breath came in harsh pants as your hands began to shake. Eddie would think you were overreacting. It was just a comment from your boyfriend- you thought for sure Eddie would call you crazy. Roman would have called you crazy.
EDDIE: do you want me to come get you? I can be there in half an hour if i drive fast enough
Just like that, the storm faded. The thundering beat of your heart returned to normal. You couldn’t help the grin that crossed your face as you stared at your phone, nor could you withhold the relieved sigh that left your lungs.
Y/N: don’t break any traffic laws for me just yet… but leave your phone on, just in case
EDDIE: as you wish. stay safe, sweetheart
You stared at your phone until the screen went black, trying to fight the warmth that crept up your face. After years of knowing Eddie, those damn pet names never lost their effect on you. You tried to shake it off, steeling yourself to prepare for your next challenge.
In-laws.
With a calming deep breath- and then a second and third calming deep breath when the first one didn’t do its job- you pushed open the doors and made your way into the next impossibly fancy room.
Immediately, you were overcome with the sense that the very act of entering this room was a massive mistake. It was almost as if the space itself knew you did not belong inside of it.
A wide, oval shaped table took center stage in the middle of the room. Like everything else in the house, it was finely crafted- and probably custom made. The surface was carved with strange, intricate shapes. Chairs had been scattered around it haphazardly, as if a family sat down only to get right back up again. The walls were covered in paintings alongside various taxidermied trophies from various hunts. Unlike the paintings, the glass eyes of the deer, foxes, rabbits and bears didn’t seem to follow you. Two cabinets sat at the far end of the room, both well stocked with guns and other weapons that you could just see through beautiful glass panes.
The entire LeBuer family fell silent and turned to face you, as if you had rudely interrupted each and every one of their conversations.
You stood there for a moment, facing Roman’s family with wide eyes. His parents were standing with a pregnant woman, her hands clutching the arm of the man that stood beside her. That would probably be Medea and her husband if Benedict ’s clenched fists were anything to go by. Across the room from them, another couple stood talking to two young men, presumably Roman’s aunt and uncle, his brother and his cousin. At the very back of the room, in front of a massive portrait of a dark-eyed man with a devilish smirk, stood Roman. With him was a woman you did not recognize. Cathrine.
Each and every one of them wore an expression like you had just kicked their dog. Lovely.
The room seemed to drop a few degrees in the following moments. Silence filled the air as you stared at the family, and they stared back. You had half a mind to turn right back around and call Eddie, and you were about to follow through with it when Benedict moved towards you.
“Ladies and gentlemen! And other creatures of the night,” he pointed at Roman’s uncle with a grin, “It is my honour and privilege to introduce you to the newest member of the family.”
You felt like that was a bit extreme, but really, you were just glad someone was talking.
“Miss (L/N),” Benedict ’s hand was on your back, guiding you through the room, “I’d like to introduce you to my brother, his lovely wife, their son, Alexander, and our boy Adam.”
You tried to hide the tremor in your fingers as you made your introductions and shook their hands. Roman’s aunt and uncle gave you polite but cold smiles. Alexander looked completely uninterested in you. Adam almost looked too interested. He wouldn’t let go of your hand until you pulled away with moderate force. The smell of his cologne was overwhelming.
The storm of anxiety Eddie had eased moments before had returned in full. You could feel it clawing at your ribs- it was a force of nature that became less like a weather event and more like a feral creature the longer you stood in that room. Every moment you spent speaking to Roman’s family was a moment your instincts screamed at you for not running away.
But you were being silly. These were just nerves. You wanted to make a good impression. You wanted to get along with Roman’s family. You wanted them to approve of you- to make him happy. He wasn’t even looking at you. Even as you crossed the room, as you were introduced to his sister and his brother-in-law, his eyes stayed on that other woman. Cathrine.
“We’re so excited that Roman has finally found someone,” Medea let go of her husband’s arm, placing her hands over her bump, “Maybe our little guy will have a friend to run around with someday soon.”
You didn’t even try to make your laugh sound genuine. You just smiled, and nodded, and pretended you were totally down with that idea.
You were not totally down with that idea.
“Roman!” Benedict called out, “Come here, son. Introduce your sweet girl to dear (Y/N).”
It took you a moment to process Benedict ’s words- his phrasing was odd, and perhaps it would be a touch hurtful if you were a jealous woman.
Across the room, Roman took Cathrine’s hand, cradling it gently in his. He looked at her like she was precious to him, as if she was something he’d searched all of time and space for and finally found. He looked at her as if she was a divine and expensive creature.
If you were a jealous woman, this would have been more than a touch hurtful- it would have been a punch hurtful, perhaps. Roman never looked at you that way.
“(Y/N), dear, this is Cathrine,” those weren’t Roman’s words. He didn’t even bother to introduce you to her. His mother did, “She was a childhood friend of Roman’s.”
“They’ve always been close,” Benedict said, putting a hand on your shoulder. It was probably meant to be reassuring, but it felt like a dead weight on your back, pushing you forward into the event horizon of a black hole.
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for so long,” Cathrine smiled at you, her voice was sweet as honey- with a special sort of poison lurking just beneath, “Roman’s told me so many good things.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” you tapped your fingers against your wrist in a rapid, anxious rhythm, “I’d be a little sad if he only told you bad things.”
Cathrine laughed, but the sound was fake; a cheap plastic vase in the place of a porcelain one. You knew your joke was bad, but still, the sound put you on edge. When her tiny nose wrinkled with laughter, you were almost sure she was scowling at you. As her chest rose and fell, you caught sight of her choice of jewelry- a gold chain with a dainty crucifix.
“Oh,” she hummed, “You’re so funny! That’s such a good trait. You’re so pretty, too. I’m so glad Roman picked you.”
She looked at you the way a hawk would look at its prey moments before they tore it into little tiny pieces. You thanked her quickly and cast your gaze to the floor, unable to stare down her bloodthirsty expression.
You didn’t have to avoid her gaze for long. The massive doors creaked open. The sound echoed through the room. Neatly dressed men in white shirts and black dress pants filed through, each of them carrying a tray with a single flute of champagne on it. It seemed incredibly inefficient, but you were just happy that something had distracted Cathrine from her murderous thoughts.
Benedict took his place at the head of the table, standing behind the chair that you assumed was his. The rest of the family followed suit. There was a place saved for you beside Roman. Feeling petty, you took a spot away from him- an empty seat closer to the head of the table. No one seemed to mind, and the place that would have been yours was filled by Alexander.
“My beloved family,” Benedict raised his glass, “A toast! To good company, good fortune, and a bright future.”
You watched Roman’s family toast and drink. You did the same. You had never tasted such salty champagne.
Benedict continued, “To my brother-” he turned to Roman’s uncle, but you could not make out the man’s face. You shook your head, trying to clear your head. Benedict’s voice became briefly inaudible as your vision blurred.
No one paid you any mind. Roman’s father continued, his glass still held aloft, “To my darling wife-”
You gripped onto your glass, breath coming fast as Benedict’s voice faded in and out. Black dots swam in front of you. Something was very wrong.
“My dear children. You have ensured that our family will prosper for yet another generation. First, my sweet Medea, and now Roman. You’ve brought home the perfect girl- and the perfect sacrifice.”
You couldn’t have heard that right. The world seemed to sway, spinning around as you tried to stay steady on your feet. Your stomach flipped and your throat burned as you fought the urge to vomit all over the table.
“You’ve done an excellent job, Roman,” Cecilia’s voice was immeasurably fond. Her eyes were on you.
“Did you really have to pick such a cute sacrifice, though?” Medea whined, “Now your kid is going to be cuter than mine.”
“Does the demon have a preference?”
You stumbled backwards, champagne glass slipping from your hand as you tripped away from the family. The sound of shattering glass was entirely lost on you.
“What-” your voice was weak. You could barely hear yourself over the static in your ears, “What the fuck-?”
“Relax now, dear,” Benedict put a hand on your shoulder, “You will come to understand in time.”
You jerked away from him, nearly collapsing to the floor in your haste to get away. You could see Roman approaching you, hands outstretched as if you were some feral creature he wanted to soothe.
“Darling,” he whispered. You couldn’t hear him, you could only see his lips moving.
“The drugs are in her system, Roman. You’ll have to speak up.”
Roman sighed, throwing his hands in the air as if annoyed that he’d have to expend anymore energy on calming you. You were kind of used to that gesture, actually.
“(Y/N), darling- my family has a tradition. We can’t further the family line until-”
“Until we spill the blood of an innocent and summon the ancient gods,” Cathrine spoke, stepping towards Roman and wrapping her arms around his waist. She grinned as confusion spilled across your features, and she spoke to you as if you were a small child, “Don’t you understand? You’re here because I wanted to have a child with my husband.”
Ice spilled through your veins as realization sunk in. The agony of betrayal bit at your heels like the feral dog this family imagined you to be. Anguish spread through you, burning in your throat and behind your eyes. You were hurt, you were sick, and over everything else, you were annoyed.
Because you had been right, and Eddie would never hear about it from you.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Roman took a step closer, “I wasn’t the only one in our relationship who loved someone else. I had Cathrine. You had that boy from your work. You should have stayed with him.”
Roman’s words stung like tiny razors dancing across your skin. Of course this was mostly because he was excusing his own deceit, but it was also because he was kind of right. You didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t want your killer to be right about anything- but here, in what could be your last moments, you were thinking of Eddie.
You made an attempt at retreat, but your back hit something. A cabinet.
Roman’s eyes were on you. His family’s eyes were on you. His wife’s eyes were on you. Your intuition had been right all along- you were the prey, and they were the hunters. You were never welcome here. You were never going to be welcome here. Your mind raced, eyes flitting around as you tried to find a way out. They were going to kill you. Roman’s family was going to kill you in a stupid, cliche way.
But the LeBuer family, in their infinite wisdom, had made a mistake.
They backed their prey into a cabinet filled with guns.
You let out a shuddering breath, folding in on yourself as you tried to project the image of a woman defeated. You let out a sob, a genuine sound, even though it was a distraction.
“You’re right,” your voice betrayed your terror, “For both our sakes. I should have stayed with Eddie.”
Roman didn’t have time to ask what you meant. None of them did, and you couldn’t imagine them being super curious about what you had to say, anyway. You were livestock to them. Something to stab so that they could further their family lineage, or whatever the fuck they had said. You couldn’t remember it clearly, and as you stood, the thought completely vanished from your mind.
Adrenaline flooded through your system as you threw your elbow into the glass panes of the display cabinet. You didn’t feel the glass pierce your skin, or your blood dripping over the wood. You just felt the solid reassuring presence of a weapon in your hands.
You weren’t sure if it was loaded. Even if it was, you were not confident in your ability to shoot straight given your drugged state. Therefore, when the first of Roman’s family members approached you, you decided to use the shotgun in your hands as a club.
Alex went down like a fucking chump.
You hit him in the face and he collapsed to the floor with a sharp screech. Adam was next. You ducked under his open arms and nailed him on the inside of his thigh with the butt of the gun. Just as he fell to the ground, Roman’s uncle moved in. You jumped up, hitting his chin from below and sending him stumbling into his wife.
The other members of the family began to back away. You turned the gun in your arms, aiming it at them as if you knew what you were doing. They raised their hands in surrender. You kept the weapon trained on them as you began to stumble through the room, your back to the wall as you headed for the door.
“Now, (Y/N), sweetheart,” Cecilia began, “You have to understand- this is for the greater good! Your sacrifice would give Roman and Cathrine the ultimate gift- a child! Don’t you want that for them? Don’t they deserve it? The joys of mother and fatherhood?”
“Isn’t this your place as a woman?” Adam decided to join in, “To give life? Don’t you want to fulfill your duty as a woman?”
“Don’t you love our son, (Y/N)?” Benedict asked, “Please, help him with this. No marriage is truly blessed without children.”
You almost lowered the weapon, shocked at their audacity, “It was never gonna work out. Turns out he’s married.”
You were almost there, almost out. Just another few steps, and then you could run. You didn’t know how far you would get, how long the adrenaline would last, but it had to get you somewhere, right?
You would call Eddie. You had to call Eddie.
Just as you formed a concrete plan in your mind, someone’s arms wrapped around your throat. They pulled you back, nearly throwing you to the floor before you had a chance to fight back. You scratched at their hands with your free one, managing to draw blood. The angle was awkward, but you did your best, using the gun to try and beat them away from you. They tried their best to pry the thing from your hands. You fought back. Their arm was tight against your windpipe. With their other hand, they reached down. Their finger wrapped around the trigger.
The sound of a shot made your ears ring. The arms around your throat dropped in a millisecond. You stumbled away, hand wrapping around the gun as you dared to glance behind you.
Roman’s uncle was on the ground. The space where his face had been was nothing more than a mass of blood, bits of skull, and scattered brains.
You aimed the gun at your hunters. You could faintly hear Roman’s aunt screaming, but you tuned her out. It was easy enough- your ears were still ringing.
“Are you still going to kill me?”
There was a moment of silence. Blood pooled on the marble floor near your feet. The light from the chandelier caught on the broken champagne glass you’d left on the floor. You were seeing double again.
Roman nodded. So did the second, drug fueled vision of him that only you could see.
“Fine,” you hissed, shutting your eyes against the harsh reality you were facing. When you opened them again, Roman was much closer, staring you down with a look of pure disappointment. The fucking audacity of these people. You turned the gun in your hands again, hitting him in the dead center of his face.
“Good luck with that.”
With that, you were gone, tearing out the doors and down the hallways. The mansion that Roman’s family called home was a fucking maze. Even without the drugs coursing through your system, you would’ve been lost in seconds. The only thing you could do was find a place to hide.
You let out a small laugh at the thought. Your night had, despite all improbabilities, actually turned into Ready or Not- a cursed game of hide and seek that would end with somebody dying. You would never let Eddie forget this.
That is, if you saw him again. To do that, you needed to survive long enough to call him, and get help. You could do that- you had to believe that you could do that.
You could hear voices and footsteps far down the hallway. Someone was coming. With your goal in mind, you ran. It was a struggle to avoid falling or tripping over the stupidly lavish hallway runner. There were no significant landmarks to tell you where you were going. There were no windows, no doors, and every damned wall was covered in those paintings. The portraits with sad eyes watched as you tried to make your escape. You weren’t afraid of them anymore.
After coming upon two dead ends, you finally found some way to make progress. A twisting stairway led up to another floor. You didn’t have time to weigh your options. The voices of your pursuers were only growing louder. With the shotgun in hand, you threw yourself up the stairs and bolted onto the second floor.
Immediately, you were blessed by the last rays of light that the sun had to offer as it sunk below the horizon. You didn’t have time to enjoy it. You just ran down the hallway, past windows and portraits until you finally, finally found a series of doors.
The first few you tried were locked. Sweat pooled in the palms of your hands as you heard someone running up the stairs. The ground seemed to shift beneath your feet when one of the doors finally swung open beneath your palm. Counting yourself lucky, you tucked yourself inside and gently shut the door behind you. Moments later, you heard footsteps thudding passed your hiding place.
You took in your surroundings. You were in a bedroom. Though it was beautiful, the space smelled of dust and neglect. The fine silk sheets on the bed clearly hadn’t been used in some time. A bronze crucifix hung over the bed, though it had been tilted to the side ever so slightly. The rug was expensive, but its red hue had been darkened from dust. The other furnishings had suffered a similar fate.
You took a step forward, trying to explore the room further and get away from the door. Your leg gave out beneath you. Nausea overtook your body as you struggled to stand. The world wouldn’t stop spinning. Again, your vision doubled, though this time it faded to black at the edges.
You were about to pass out.
In a desperate attempt at self preservation, you checked the door behind you. There was no way to lock it- no keyhole, no mechanism, nothing. You glanced at your surroundings again- there was a bed, an oak chest that was far too small for you to fit inside of it, a nightstand, and a door. You had no choice but to crawl to it, dragging yourself across the floor, burning your skin on the rug.
You had fully assumed that this door would lead you to a closet, but to your luck, you found a small ensuite. It was just as neglected as the bedroom- particles of dust floated through the air, coating the counter and catching in the fluffy towels that hung on the wall- but the door had the ability to lock. That was all that really mattered to you.
You slid the shotgun in first, tucking it beside the toilet before you slid yourself in, knees and thighs clinging to the cold tile. The moment you were in, you pulled the door shut behind you and locked it. A moment passed. The silence was broken only by your deep, haggard breathing. Your hands clutched at nothing as you tried to calm the erratic beat of your heart.
Though you desperately needed a second to catch your breath, time was not on your side. Your body shook almost violently on the cold bathroom floor. Your vision continued to darken, and you knew that whatever drugs were in your system would slowly drag you under if you let them. You didn’t know if you would wake up from that.
Pulling yourself over to the toilet, you made yourself vomit to the best of your ability. You did everything you could do. Still, the world swam in front of you. As you faded from consciousness, you managed to pull your phone out from your pocket. Roman’s smiling face mocked you from the screen as you unlocked the damn thing. In the final moments before the world went dark, you managed to send out one text. You hoped that Eddie left his phone on.
Y/N: sos. sos. please.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your phone clattered to the floor. Night fell as you lay there, alone and asleep on the bathroom floor. All the while, Roman’s family searched for you, becoming more agitated as they did.
The sound of your phone vibrating against the tile floor pulled you from your sleep. The bathroom was dark and cold, and you shivered as you sat up. Your skull ached. Your throat stung. Your limbs hung heavy at your sides. In other words, you felt like total fucking garbage, and in that sweet moment before you remembered what hell you were living in, you swore you were going to shatter your phone for robbing you from your peaceful sleep.
And then you remembered that you were in deep, deep shit.
You immediately began to search for your phone, pawing mindlessly through the darkness with only the occasional vibration to guide you. When your fingers wrapped around the sweet little device, you almost cried tears of joy. You unlocked it quickly, wincing at the agonizingly bright light that spilled from your screen.
Your phone was flooded with missed calls and texts, not only from Eddie, but from Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Your dear friend had raised the alarms- and you were so thankful that he did.
EDDIE: what’s up?? are you ok???
EDDIE: what’s going on???
EDDIE: (Y/N)???
EDDIE: do you need me to come get you??
EDDIE: is this a joke?? if this is a joke, it fucking sucks :(
EDDIE: you’re freaking me out, man
He called you. Of course, you hadn’t been awake to answer.
EDDIE: come onnnnn, (Y/N), pick up the phone
EDDIE: ok, im making steve call you
EDDIE: if this is a joke, he’s gonna be so mad
EDDIE: he’s gonna go full dad on you, just wait
EDDIE: and if it isn’t
EDDIE: please tell me this is a joke
There was a missed call from Steve, then a missed call from Robin. The latter had spammed your phone with texts and direct messages, sending you your name a thousand times on three different apps. Steve had sent a few frantic texts of his own. Both Steve and Robin were clearly worried by the end of it, but neither of them could top Eddie. From his texts alone, you could tell he was terrified, and that was without all the missed calls (of which there were at least 20 and at most 200. You didn’t bother to read the number correctly.)
A twinge of guilt ran through you as you kept reading.
EDDIE: ok, you aren’t answering steve or robin
EDDIE: i don’t like this
EDDIE: please tell me what’s wrong
EDDIE: please
EDDIE: if you don’t respond, i’m calling hopper
EDDIE: i swear to christ
EDDIE: (Y/N) my heart can’t take this, please pick up your phone
EDDIE: ok, that’s it, im calling hopper
That was the most recent message. You responded.
Y/N: do it and hurry
EDDIE: HOLY FUCK YOU’RE ALIVE
EDDIE: thank god
Y/N: i need you to come get me, now
Y/N: please
EDDIE: i'm on my way
EDDIE: are you okay? can you tell me what’s going on?
There was no way you could tell him- not through text, anyway. There was no way he would believe you based on words alone. You tapped his name in your contacts list and hit the little phone icon. He picked up on the first ring.
“(Y/N)? Sweetheart, what’s going on?”
His voice was distorted by static, but you could still hear every ounce of his concern. Your body warmed as tears pooled in your eyes.
“I- I don’t even know, Eds,” you cringed as your voice cracked, but Eddie didn’t miss a beat.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just take deep breaths for me, angel. You don’t have to say anything, Just stay where you are, I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay. Okay, just be careful. They-” you paused, taking a shuddering breath as you remembered the feeling of drugs coursing through your veins, of an arm around your throat and hands grasping at your body. You knew it had happened. The shotgun lying beside you and the blood spattered across your body told you that. Still, you barely believed that any of it was real.
“What did they do? If they hurt you, I swear to god-”
“I think they drugged me,” you sounded so painfully small, broken in the middle of this strange bathroom, “They drugged me, and Roman’s uncle tried to choke me, and I- they said something about sacrifice?”
“What the fuck?” Eddie sounded just as terrified as you felt, “I’m calling Hop, he’ll meet us there.”
“Call an ambulance too, please. I don’t know what they gave me, and I feel sick.”
“I will. Just hang on, sweet girl, just hang on for me.”
“Okay,” you whispered as tears finally spilled down your cheeks.
The line fell silent for a moment as your mind raced over the events of the day. With another shaky gasp, you spoke again.
“Roman is married.”
“Shit- what?”
“He’s married. He has a wife. They want to kill me.”
“Jesus H. Christ-”
He’s about to say more when you cut him off, “And Roman’s uncle shot himself in the face. He- he was trying to kill me.”
“Holy fuck- and he shot himself in front of you? God, angel, I’m- I’m so sorry.”
A small, breathy laugh escaped you, “Don’t worry. It was kind of metal.”
It was such a weird joke, but you were coping in whatever way you could. Eddie laughed cautiously over the phone, clearly concerned but allowing you to cope. The line fell silent for a few moments. You could hear him scrambling around, grabbing his keys and trying not to trip over himself. Despite the situation, you were filled with overwhelming affection for the man on the other end of the line.
“I love you, you know,” you weren’t sure he heard you. You didn’t try to speak up, “If I don’t make it out of here, I want you to know that.”
“You’re gonna make it out of there. I promise, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I love you, too, sweet girl.”
You let out another small, terrible laugh. Tears kept spilling down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold them back anymore.
“Y’know what’s funny? I was right. I’m hiding from my boyfriend’s family members while they try to kill me- this is just like Ready or Not.”
“You’re right. You were right, and this is just like that fucking movie, and you’re gonna get to rub this in my face for the rest of our lives, just stay put, baby. I’ll be there soon, ok?”
Before you could answer, a floorboard creaked somewhere nearby. You pulled the phone away from your ear. Footsteps thudded down the hallway. A chill ran up your spine. You threw yourself away from the door as quietly as you could, seizing the shotgun with your free hand.
The bedroom door opened.
“Eddie,” you whispered, “Someone’s here. I have to go.”
“Okay,” he sounded frantic, “Okay, okay. You go, stay safe, I’ll be there soon, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you,” the words were barely there. You hoped to whatever force was out there that he heard you. The light of your phone dimmed down to nothing, and you were left alone in the dark and the quiet.
You slipped your phone into your pocket with the utmost caution, trying not to make even the smallest of sounds. Moving slowly, you wrapped your other hand around the shotgun, holding it in front of you like the world’s worst shield. Someone was breathing on the other side of the door. You could hear them moving around, getting closer and closer to your hiding space.
Suddenly, the bedroom fell silent.
The smell of cologne became overwhelming.
Adam knocked on the door.
“(Y/N)?” he drew out the sound of your name, his voice violating every syllable, “I know you’re in there, sweetheart.”
You remained silent, praying that he would decide that you weren’t actually in the bathroom and leave. Those prayers went unanswered. The doorknob twisted, but it didn’t give. You had locked it. Now Adam knew you were in there.
“Who were you talking to, Miss (L/N)? Was it someone special? No, it couldn’t be, you already have a boyfriend… well, had.”
Something was tapping against the door- something metal.
“But now you know the truth- or at least part of it. Roman is happily tied to the lovely Cathrine, and you’re nothing but a lamb for slaughter.”
Your knuckles were white around the shotgun. Adam went silent for a terrifying moment.
“You’re real a cute lamb, though. It’s a damn shame, if you ask me. A real waste of a body like yours.”
You tried not to gag.
“Y’know,” something dragged across the door, fabric, then metal again, “We could always figure something out. If you came with me, Roman and Cath would just have to find another sacrifice- and we could get a sacrifice of our own.”
You tried to take deep breaths.
“You look like the kinda girl that would like that- summoning a few demons, having a few kids. You’d make a cute little housewife. That’s what girls like you are made for. And I’d treat you better than my shit head brother ever did.”
You remained silent, biting your lip until it bled. The taste of iron spilled into your mouth, but even that wasn’t as vile as the man on the other side of the door.
“On second thought, I might not keep you, Miss (L/N). You’ve been too quiet. I like girls who can scream.”
You could hear the sound of a gun, cocking, loading, fucking whatever, you didn’t know how guns worked. You just knew that you had to do something, and you had to do it now.
Just before the sound of a shot could fracture the uneasy silence, you unlocked the door and threw it open, smacking Adam in the face. He collapsed to the ground in an undignified heap, the gun in his hand skittering across the floor. Without a second thought, you ran for it and kicked the thing into the hallway. When you turned back to Adam, he was still sprawled across the rug, clutching at his face. Blood gushed from his nose, dripping into his mouth and spilling across his lips and chin. You hoped the taste of it was fucking vile.
“YOU FILTHY BITCH!” Adam screamed, “You broke my fucking nose!”
“You deserved it,” you held the shotgun like a bat. You didn’t know how to shoot, but you did know how to hit something with a blunt object.
Before Adam could struggle to his feet, you hit him again, right in his bloodied nose. He shrieked in pain, scrambling back as you went to hit him again. He took his face out of range- an intelligent move, in theory. Unfortunately for Adam, this put his knees right in your line of fire.
You weren’t sure what damage you did, but by the time you’d finished, Adam was curled into himself, and you no longer felt human. You staggered away, covered in the blood of not one, but two of Roman’s family members. Your hand found purchase on the window sill. You leaned against it, desperately trying to catch your breath.
Outside, someone screamed.
You looked down, only to see some of the LeBuers gathered in the driveway. Medea was half-way inside of a car, looking up at you with horror and rage painted across her features. Immediately, half of the people with her raced back into the house. Cecilia remained outside, ushering her daughter and son-in-law into the vehicle before she, too, went back inside.
They all knew where you were now.
You were deeply, deeply fucked.
You could hear Adam laughing at you as you raced into the hallway, scooping the discarded gun into one hand and keeping the shotgun in the other. You sped down the corridor, stopping every now and then to throw open whatever doors you could find. You hoped that Roman’s family would think that you’d disappeared into another hiding place- anything to give yourself more time.
You ducked into one of the open doors just as Roman’s family spilled into the hall. They weren’t quiet in their searching- you could hear Benedict barking orders, and Cecilia’s distressed cry upon finding her beaten and bloodied son. As the hunting party panicked, you slipped into the darkness, moving backwards into an endless and ill-lit corridor that you hadn’t even noticed.
When the voices of your pursuers faded, you finally let yourself turn around. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever into infinite darkness. You could just barely see the frames of portraits that still lined the walls. The floor runner beneath you muffled the sounds of your footsteps, and you followed it diligently, staying silent until you found yet another fucking door.
You held both guns in one hand as you pulled it open. The next room contained another goddamned staircase, this one descending to the floor below. Before you could truly question the design choices of the rich and powerful, someone shoved you forward. You collapsed to the ground, losing your grip on both guns. Exhaustion filled your bones as you watched both weapons tumble down the stairs.
A well polished shoe slammed into your ribs before you could move. You didn’t have the chance to respond before your assailant kicked you again, bruising your ribs if they hadn’t already. You let out a sharp cry as you tried to sit up. Your attacker spat at you as you struggled, and when you looked up, you saw Alex’s disgusted face.
“Get up.”
You didn’t move. You just laid there with a shocked expression on your face. Alex leaned in, grabbing the front of your dress and dragging you to your knees.
“I said get up, you stupid whore.”
This time, you did as he asked, moving slowly as your shocked body tried to catch up with your equally shocked mind.
Alex didn’t appear to be armed. If anything, he looked like he hadn’t expected to find you. It was pure coincidence that he’d happened to wander down the same hallway you had. Alex was doing his best to look angry- furrowing his brow and glaring down at you- but the disgust on his face betrayed him. Locating you was nothing more than an inconvenience.
You hoped you could use that to your advantage.
“Alex, listen,” your voice was more sure than you expected it to be, “You can let me go. You can let me run off. You won’t have to get your hands dirty. You can just- you can pretend you never saw me.”
“Mm, yeah, I could,” Alex drew out every syllable he could, whining as a way of mocking you, “But this whole thing will end faster if I drag you back by that skanky little dress of yours. So-”
He pulled you to your feet, hands still tangled in the fabric of your dress. Adrenaline surged through you as he pulled you to the door. You fought him, scratching at his arm, drawing red angry lines into his pale flesh. He shrugged you off for the most part until you leaned in, seizing his neck with one hand and pulling it towards your mouth until you had the opportunity to bite.
Alex screamed as your teeth broke his skin. Blood filled your mouth, hot and metallic. You wanted to pull away, to stop biting and spit out the vile liquid, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Not yet.
With your teeth still embedded in the flesh of Alex’s throat, you used your hold on his neck to drag him backwards, towards the stairs. He didn’t struggle or fight- he only screamed louder.
When he finally let you go, Alex lost his balance. You watched as he stumbled, staggering away from you as he tried to stop the bleeding. With his blood dripping from your mouth, you walked up to Alex and shoved him down the stairs.
You watched him fall, tumbling and bending in ways that human beings were not meant to tumble and bend. His screams stopped about halfway down the staircase. You shut your eyes. You just listened to the sounds of bones breaking in silence until that, too, came to a stop.
Then, the only sound was your breathing.
You felt around in the darkness for the banister of the stairs, and you clung to it as you collapsed to the floor. You sat there in the quiet, staring into nothing. For a moment, you were lost to the world as a numbing sort of panic filled your lungs.
“Holy shit.”
You knew that voice. With a gasp, you looked up. Of course, given your luck, the first thing you saw was Alex’s mangled body. His knee was twisted the wrong way, as was his left arm, and you winced at the sight of it, but your attention was quickly pulled away to the thing right next to Alex.
A pair of beat up white sneakers. Black jeans, a Metallica t-shirt, a leather jacket and violently wild hair.
“Eddie?”
The familiar boy at the bottom of the stairs didn’t say anything for a second. He just examined the body below him. At this angle, you couldn’t see his face. For a moment, you were terrified. You might’ve taken a man’s life- and that in itself was horrifying- but to add more fire to the hell you were in, you’d taken that man’s life in front of your best friend. What would he think of you now?
“Eddie?” you asked again, your voice trembling unpleasantly.
“Holy shit, sweetheart,” he finally looked up at you. His expression wasn’t disgusted or afraid- in fact, if you didn’t know better you would almost say he was impressed, “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
Tears filled your eyes as relief washed over you. You were safe now. Eddie was here, and he would take you away from this place, and these people, and you wouldn’t be brutally murdered because Eddie would never let that happen to you. And on top of that, he didn’t seem to mind that you had just maimed a man.
A smile crossed your face as you called down to him, “Will do.”
He returned the grin, but it immediately slipped from his face. His eyes were no longer focused on you. In the silence that followed, you could hear Roman’s family coming down the hall.
“Run, run!”
Eddie really didn’t have to tell you twice. You sped down the staircase just as Roman’s aunt stepped into the room, a silver hunting knife clutched in her hand. Adam limped in behind her, bruised and bloodied but still well enough to hunt you down. Clearly, you hadn’t kicked his ass enough.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you leapt over Alex’s body and into Eddie’s arms. He caught you and pushed you behind him, getting you as far from the new threat as he could. As you moved towards the exit, your foot hit something metal. You knelt quickly, seizing the guns at your feet and handing one of them to Eddie.
The moment you did, Roman’s aunt noticed her child’s crumpled form on the floor. For the second time that night, you heard a mother scream at what you’d done to her son. You couldn’t find it in you to feel any sort of guilt.
“YOU WRETCHED JUDAS!” she screamed as she stormed down the stairs, “You’ll pay! You’ll fucking pay!!”
She ran at you, knife raised, but before she got the chance to enact her vengeance, a deafening shot rang out. The shotgun was still in your hands, unused and useless. Blood soaked the woman’s shirt as she collapsed to the floor. You and Eddie watched in silence, the gun still smoking in his hands as she pulled down the steps into a bloody heap at the bottom.
“No- no!” Adam’s face was painted with his rage. His eyebrows were furrowed, cheeks red, and the look in his eyes could only be described as murderous, “You fucking wretch! I’ll make sure the last thing you hear is her screaming as I tear her apart! Do you understand that you stupid bitch? I’ll break you open and I’ll make him watch!”
You resisted the urge to vomit as you and Eddie ran out of the room, his hand slipping into yours as you fled. The beating you’d given Adam bought you more time, but you didn’t let yourself indulge in the illusion of safety. Even as Adam’s threats faded into silence, the need for escape haunted you. Your fear followed you like the eyes of the paintings on the walls.
“Do you remember the way you came in?” you asked, panting and out of breath from your run.
“I did, but I think we lost it two hallways ago- who the fuck lives like this, man?”
“Rich people.”
Eddie barked out a laugh. With his hand still in yours, he pulled you to an abrupt stop. Before you could ask what was wrong, you were in his arms again.
“Please never date a crazy rich dude with a homicidal family again. I don’t think my heart can take it.”
You laughed into his chest, wrapping yourself around him and grabbing fistfulls of his shirt in your hands.
“I don’t think mine can either. I’m barely functioning as it is, I can’t even begin to think of doing this again,” you moved your hands up to gently cup his jaw, making his eyes meet yours, “Let’s make a deal- we are never doing this again. Ever. For any reason.”
“Agreed,” his smile was damn near blinding, betraying his mock-exasperated tone, “Because all of this is just fucking crazy.”
“I know! It’s crazy and it’s cliche, and if I ever fall for another psychopathic rich man, I want you to kill me.”
He laughed, but there was a look in his eye. You couldn’t really tell if it was guilt or some other kind of remorse. Your smile fell from your lips as you remembered, unsure of how you had ever forgotten- Eddie had just killed a woman. He had done it for your sake, to save your life, but you didn’t know how that action would weigh upon his shoulders.
“Thank you,” you whispered, “For coming to get me. And I’m so sorry for- for everything else.”
Eddie shrugged, as if shooting someone hadn’t bothered him in the slightest, “Anything for my best girl. Now come on, we need to find a way out of this fuckin place. Hopper’s on his way, he’ll be here soon- not soon enough, but soon.”
You nodded, but you stood still as he began to pull away. Before he could get far, you launched yourself at him again, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
“I mean it,” your voice was muffled by his body, firm and solid beneath your lips, “Thank you. And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get us into this mess, I should’ve followed my gut, and-”
“Hey, hey,” two of his fingers slipped under your chin, tilting your head up, “Look at me, angel. Look at me.”
His eyes were soft, gentle, and indescribably comforting. You raised your hand, slipping it into his much larger one. You couldn’t help but watch as his muscles flexed, his fingers wrapping around your own.
When he spoke again, his voice was soft and quiet. For a fleeting moment, you found yourself captivated by his lips, “You don’t need to apologize. For any of this. Look, I’m a coward. I know I am. But if you’re in trouble, I need you to know that I will always come to get you. It doesn’t matter if it’s this homicidal family, another homicidal family, or some other shit.”
He paused. His hand was so cold in yours. You never wanted to let go of him.
“When it’s you, I can put the fear aside. When it’s you, I can be brave.”
The air stilled for a moment as you let his words wash over you. They warmed your skin like soft flame, and without another thought, you brought his still freezing hand to your lips. You pressed a gentle kiss across the back of his fingers, silently returning the affection he's given you. When you met his eyes again, his cheeks burned an impossible red, but he could not hide the smile that spilled across his face like wine across a fine linen.
“Now,” he cleared his throat, “We’re gonna get out of here, and Hopper’s gonna fix this shit, and I’m gonna take you home, and we’re gonna stop for soft tacos on the way, and we are never watching Ready or Not again. Sound good?”
“That sounds amazing,” you returned his grin, but before you could say anything else, you heard voices echoing through one of the endless hallways. It was time for more running, “Let’s go.”
“Good plan!” Eddie kept your hand in his as he bolted, “You’re so smart, did you know that? I always love your plans.
“I think I love your plans more!” you panted, knowing that you, at the very least, were not talking about plans.
You weren’t sure how Eddie felt about you, but as the two of you threw open doors in the hopes of an exit manifesting itself, you became sure of your own feelings. Truly and completely, you were in love with Eddie Munson.
Maybe you should’ve been worried about that. Maybe you should’ve felt some heavy sense of dread that he wouldn’t return the feeling. Maybe, under normal circumstances, you would’ve felt that way. However, given the fact that this self-professed coward had broken into this place for you, shot a woman for you, and saved your life, you were pretty confident that he felt something for you.
“This way! They went this way!”
But you would never know for sure if Roman’s family managed to find you before you could ask.
You threw open every door you found as you ran, again looking for an escape while creating a million distractions. Eddie followed your lead, catching on quickly as if he was built for this exact insane situation.
Behind each door was the same kind of shit- bedrooms, closets, storage spaces holding extravagant nothings (you were pretty sure you saw the shape of a grand piano.) You could feel your hunters closing in. The hallways and corridors of the mansion seemed to close in around you and Eddie. Then, there came the final door.
It was painted red, though the colour had faded and chipped away through the years. Without a second thought, you seized the brass door knob and turned it. The door opened to reveal an empty black space. You couldn’t see the end of the room.
A frigid draft blew in through the new space raising goosebumps on your skin. The smell of rotting flesh overtook you. You shivered, trying not to retch as you looked around, desperate for another escape. Other than the red door, you had found yourself at a dead end.
“(Y/N), come on, let’s hide and find another way out.”
“There’s no time,” there really wasn’t. You could hear Adam’s enraged screaming getting louder and louder with every passing second. You wouldn’t let yourself be caught.
You grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him into the dark. As you ran further into the room, the light from the hallway shrunk down until it was nothing but a pinprick. The smell of mold and decay got stronger as you ventured further inside. Flies buzzed around just out of swatting distance. Your body trembled, struggling to get warm as the room got colder and colder. Eddie’s hand was an anchor in a sea of nothingness. You held him tighter, desperate to know that he was there.
Towards the back of the room, another light came into view, blood red like a warning. You raced towards it, Eddie’s hand in yours. The dim crimson light illuminated a set of poorly painted metal stairs. You didn’t even stop to wonder what the hell they were doing in a mansion like this. You didn’t stop to wonder where they led. The breeze on your face- though it smelled putrid as anything- felt like freedom. You moved down the stairs faster than was safe. Eddie followed behind you hesitantly, though he didn’t slow you down.
You seemed to descend for an eternity, moving down until the light faded and you were in the dark again. When you finally met solid ground again, you surged forward, running in an animalistic panic through what you had to assume was a basement. You kept telling yourself that you would be safe, that you were almost out the door.
Then, the floor fell out from beneath you. The shotgun slipped from your hands, landing somewhere deep below with a dull thud. A scream tore itself from your lips, echoing back up the stairwell and giving away your location instantly.
Eddie pulled you back to solid ground and turned you, keeping your face tucked into this chest. His arms wrapped around you, keeping you secure in his embrace. He was muttering something, but you couldn’t hear him over the rush of blood in your ears. Your fingers gripped his shirt so tightly that it made your knuckles sore. Your ribs ached as your breath came to you in harsh pants.
You turned to look at where you had fallen.
All too late, Eddie’s voice finally became clear, “Don’t look at it, (Y/N). Don’t look, you don’t need to look.”
You had nearly fallen into a pit. It was deep. Wide. And the bottom was absolutely lined with corpses.
You could see bones sticking up through tattered old finery. Flesh still clung to fingers, decorated with once gleaming rings. Eyeless sockets stared up at you through matted, fetid, rotting clumps of hair and scalp.
You were looking down at centuries of sacrifices, first and second and third wives of the LeBuer family, victims of a ritual that you could not hope to understand.
If it weren’t for Eddie’s hold on you, you would have collapsed.
“I see you’ve found your future tomb.”
You whirled around. As your eyes adjusted to the low light, you could see Adam standing on the stairs. Alex limped down behind him, his mouth drawn up in a pained grimace. Eddie pushed you behind him, trying to protect you from this new, hellish encounter.
“You won’t touch her,” he growled, “Not while I’m here.”
“Oh, shut up, guttersnipe. This isn’t about you. This could never be about you. All we want is the girl,” Alex hissed, though you couldn’t tell which was stronger in his voice- hatred or agony.
“Look, trailer trash, we’ll even make you a deal for her,” as Adam spoke, you wrapped your hands around Eddie’s wrists, trying to provide some form of comfort. You weren’t sure if it worked, or if it just made you look like a damsel in distress, but at least you tried.
“We’ll set you up for a few years, and in exchange,” Adam continued, “You give us the girl. And you keep quiet about this, of course. The LeBuer name has a reputation. If any of this were to get out-”
“Any of what? The demon sacrifice? The murder of innocents for your own selfish needs?”
“And how would you know about any of that you fucking heathen?”
Eddie shrugged, “Just trust me on this one, man. I know.”
“Look at him, Adam,” Alex wheezed, “He would know demons. He fucking looks like one.”
Adam scoffed, shaking his head at Alex’s attempt at a joke… or was it an insult? You were too tired and terrified to give a shit.
“Okay boys, fun’s over, I’m afraid I’m not up for exchange this fine evening. Now if you’ll excuse us, I think it’s time to leave. Thank your parents for hosting, Adam, it’s been wonderful-”
The deafening sound of a gunshot cut you off.
You screamed, reaching up at your ears to protect them from the noise. Eddie had the same idea, and Alex and Adam ducked right to the ground, lying on their bellies as you all looked up to see who had shot.
Roman stood on the stairs, his back just bathed in the faintest crimson light. In his hands he held another fucking gun. Honestly, by that point you were so fucking tired you almost hoped he’d just shoot you with it.
Clearly, God, Roman, and also Eddie, had other plans.
Eddie tucked you behind him, making it absolutely fucking clear to everyone in the room that if they wanted to hurt you, they would have to go through him first- and oh, how your heart sunk as you realized you were something Eddie wanted to protect. In that moment, you knew you were precious to him. Maybe you were something he’d searched all of time and space for and finally found. You wanted to fucking scream again, but your throat was really starting to hurt.
Roman just sighed. As he made his way down the stairs, his pace was leisurely and completely self assured. He didn’t even aim the gun at you or Eddie- he barely even spared you a glance.
“My good gentleman, I assure you, this isn’t how we wanted this night to go.”
“Don’t even start with that bullshit, man. Don’t fucking gentleman me. Maybe you didn’t want to spend the night in your corpse dungeon, but I’m perfectly happy to be here,” Eddie’s voice had a harsh edge to it, one that made you want to cling onto him and never let go. If you were too tired to fight this battle- which at this point in the night, you had every right to be- you knew he would handle this thing for you. For the both of you.
“Are you? You’re happy to defend an empty vessel? Happy to stand on the edge of a pit filled with the lowest form of decay? Well, I guess it’s an upgrade from whatever hovel you crawled out of.”
Nevermind. Fuck lying dormant while Eddie protected you. You were going to protect him, too.
“Oh, would you fuck off, Roman,” you barked, woken up from your angst-filled exhaustion, “How long have you been bottling up the classist insults? Just through our relationship? Or did you hide even before that? Come on, then. If you’re hurling insults at people who don’t spend stupid amounts on whatever pathetic bullshit you call “luxury,” you should probably spare one for me. We were partners, after all.”
Eddie’s eyes were filled with pride and fear in equal measure- he looked like he wanted to kiss you and shove you back behind him for your own safety. Roman, on the other hand, had the audacity to look hurt.
“Were?”
It was your turn to scoff, “You were planning to sacrifice me to the devil for your own sake- and for the sake of your secret wife. You expect me to serve you, to die so you can have a kid. You used me, Roman, and I’m sick of your shit. We’re fucking done.”
He stood still on for a moment, his eyes darting between you and Eddie from his place on the stairs.
“I was right,” he finally mumbled, “It’s you and him.”
In the silence that followed, Eddie’s hand found its way back into yours. Your thumb traced over his knuckles, over every ridge and vein his hand had to offer. He squeezed his fingers around yours in return, pulling you close to him with no intention of letting go.
“Very well, then,” Roman pointed the gun at Eddie’s chest, “You’ll both die screaming.”
You knocked Eddie to the ground as Roman fired a shot. The overwhelming sound of gunfire echoed off the walls, making everyone in the room wince and cover their ears. It gave you an opening.
With Eddie’s hand in yours, you bolted towards the stairs. Alex recovered from the sound first. He jumped towards you. Eddie let go of you for a moment, just so he could fight off your assailant. As his punches landed, Alex staggered back. He made weak attempts to return Eddie’s blows, but he was no match for the metalhead. For the second time that night, Alex went down like a bitch. He rolled across the floor, coughing and swearing until he fell off the edge of the floor.
The third time Alex went down that night, he went all the way down to the corpse pit.
You froze, listening to Alex’s scream as he plunged out of sight. A dull thud echoed through the room as he landed. Bones crunched beneath him, rotten flesh squelching as Alex slipped through old blood and viscera. You could barely hear him screaming over the buzz of disrupted flies. The smell of rancid meat rose into the air. Bile rose in your throat as the screaming turned to desperate retching. Eddie stood still, gazing into the pit with an expression you couldn’t name.
Before you could reach out to him, an arm wrapped around your throat. You let out a yelp as someone pulled you into the firm plane of their chest. Your heart fell through your chest as you clawed and scratched at your attacker. You couldn’t afford to show them mercy. You bit and tore at them, drawing blood and shrieking like a feral animal as their other arm curled around your waist. Through your adrenaline fueled haze, you were absolutely sure that it was Roman’s voice calling you a bitch.
Eddie raced to help you, moving faster than you thought a person could go. Adam interfered, advancing on Eddie viciously. Unlike Alex, Adam was adept at fighting and capable of heinous violence. The two men exchanged blows with equal force and brutality, landing hits until Eddie’s nose was bloodied and the side of Adam’s face was painted purple.
In the interim, you didn’t stop fighting. As Eddie and Alex beat the shit out of each other, Roman tried to pull you towards the stairs. In retaliation, you took a sizable chunk out of his arm with your teeth. You gagged as you spat out his flesh- the sensation of hot, metallic blood spilling past your lips was almost too much to bear. Roman growled, and you could feel his hand tangle itself in the roots of your hair, pulling you away from his new wound.
“I’ll credit you with this, my darling,” Roman grunted, pulling you backwards as you spat out his blood, “You’ve put up a good fight. But you have to know, this can only end one way.”
Beside the body pit, Adam had finally managed to pin Eddie to the ground. You watched as the bastard gripped Eddie’s jaw and turned his head to face you. Eddie looked absolutely devastated. Panic swirled in his warm brown eyes as he kept trying to free himself. No matter how hard he tried, he was still forced to look at you as Roman wrapped a hand around your throat and started to squeeze.
As your vision began to swim, Adam leaned down, pressing his lips to Eddie’s ear. You clawed at Roman’s arm like an animal. Your nails tore at his already open wound, but he held you fast, placing another hand just below your navel to keep you still.
“I get what you see in her, pretty boy,” you could hear Adam’s words, muffled slightly by the sound of your blood rushing in your ears, “She’s hot when she struggles.”
Beneath his assailant, Eddie growled, digging his nails into any flesh he could reach. Adam barely winced.
“It’s a shame you won’t leave this room- I mean, the things we’re gonna do to her once we get upstairs. It would be a wet dream for a freak like you.”
Tears spilled from your eyes as the threat set in. Fear burrowed itself inside of you, eating away at your flesh as flies fed on the bodies below. Across the room, Eddie grit his teeth, his eyes flashing with rage. You didn’t see him land his next hit. You didn’t see him claw at Adam’s face. You didn’t see anything- it was all too fast. All you knew was that one moment, Adam was smirking down at Eddie, and the next his face was covered in blood. Adam shrieked, his hands hovering over his face as crimson gushed from four deep, perfect wounds embedded in his flesh.
In his panic, Adam made a terrible mistake. He let Eddie go. Without a second of hesitation, Eddie tackled his assailant. He wrapped his pale, slender hand around Adam’s throat and squeezed. You watched Eddie’s knuckles turn white, his veins standing out against his skin. Beneath him, Adam gasped for air, thrashing desperately in an attempt to escape. You could hear him choking on his own blood as it poured down his face.
You heard something snap. A smile snuck its way onto your face.
Adam was still gasping, though the sound was almost nothing now. Static filled your ears. Roman screamed, a sound of deep rage, right in your ears. Eddie looked up at you, his eyes wide. A thick strand of scarlet something dripped from between Eddie’s lips.
And then he was gone.
You watched as Eddie fell back into the pit, dragging Adam with him. Someone was screaming- you. You were screaming. You couldn’t feel the strain in your throat. You could barely hear the sound. You hadn’t heard the gun go off, even though Roman had shot it inches away from your skull. You couldn’t feel Roman pulling you back. You couldn’t feel the stairs hitting the backs of your legs as he dragged you back up into the house.
All you could see was the dark void that Eddie had fallen into. All you knew was that dark void. There was nothing else. Tears ran down your cheeks. Eddie was gone. Broken sobs left your body as you collapsed into Roman’s arms- into the arms of the man that had destroyed your world in seconds. You were nothing but a wounded animal, now. Hunted, maimed, and brought forth for slaughter. You took some bitter joy in that thought. You knew you would see Eddie soon enough.
The hallways of the LeBuer mansion blurred into nothing. The portraits on the walls had the decency to look bereaved, but every little Jesus on every little cross you passed seemed to laugh at you. All the fight had been drained from you like blood from a cadaver. You said nothing as Roman pulled you back into the dining room. You didn’t flinch at his family’s carnivorous smiles. You didn’t make a sound when Roman let you drop to the floor.
Bruises began to form on your arms and shoulders but you didn’t feel the pain. Someone took your phone, not that it mattered. You let the family place you on their table. You let Roman tie you down. You let Cathrine tear open your dress. Even the chill of the room on your exposed flesh didn’t bother you. You just laid there, still as death, while Benedict approached with a large, intricate blade. He handed it off to his son.
“Roman, dearest, did you drug her?” Cecilia asked, “She hasn’t moved an inch. Usually they squirm so much…”
“Don’t worry, mother. As far as it concerns us, she’s already dead.”
“That’ll make the next few steps a lot easier. Perhaps she’ll bleed less,” Cathrine put a hand to your cheek, gently brushing the smooth pads of her fingers over your flesh. Her face was the only thing you could see, the only thing you had to focus on as the knife finally dug deep into your skin.
You refused to scream. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Your tears, however, spilled from your eyes without your consent. Cathrine’s smile grew wider as her family tortured you, as you were penetrated again and again with the blade. You couldn’t see what they were doing. You didn’t know when they would finally end your suffering. Your world was made up of her cruel eyes and nothing else.
Your blood burned as it dripped over your sides, pooling beneath you until you could feel it between the table and the flesh of your back. You could hear drops of it falling to the marble floor. The sound was enough to drive you crazy- that is, if the pain didn’t do it first.
The blade ripped through your skin, diving deep into you with such brutality that your body shook from the force. You could feel yourself choking on blood. The world was turning gray, tunneling into a mess of static. The grunts of effort from Roman’s family were muted by the panicked sound of your own breathing. You were going to die here. You were going to die here, and Cathrine would be the last thing you would see. You didn’t try to fight it.
In a weird way, it was almost like sex- the blade thrusting in and out of your body, making you bleed, making you hurt. It was a violent intrusion. A man imposing his will on you to serve his own desires.
You didn’t have it in you to fight, but you did want to throw up really badly.
When she finally pulled back, you had just enough strength to look up and see what they’d done to you. You’d been stabbed. Just stabbed, a thousand times without a hint of grace or tact. You could see yourself bleeding out, blood pulsing to the surface with every weak beat of your heart. The sight made you sick. There was something viscerally wrong about your mutilated body lying before you.
You let out a soft cry as Roman put his hand low on your abdomen. It was a pitiful sound, the only thing you could make as your heart struggled to keep you alive.
“Thank you. For your sacrifice,” he pressed down, a final act of cruelty.
Cathrine wrapped her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “It’s what any woman would do.”
“My family,” Benedict began. Though his voice sounded miles away, you could still hear the jovial tone in his words, “Let us begin the prayer.”
You watched as Roman took Cathrine’s hand in his- specifically, his hand that wasn’t stained in your blood. She grabbed the golden crucifix around her throat and held it with a look of pride and hope.
“Our father,” you couldn’t tell who was speaking anymore. You just knew that they sounded happy.
“Forgive us this trespass and send us a servant of the one below.”
The lights flickered. You almost wanted to laugh. This was some cheesy fuckin shit. The air took on a sudden chill, not that you could feel it. Your blood provided you with a scorching heat as it spilled from your veins.
“A servant of your fallen son, to bless this fallen daughter.”
The lights flickered again. You could hear something loud above the voices. Something crashing, loud like thunder but not as natural.
“To bestow upon our family the ultimate gift- a child-” their voices cut out, “And your name.”
You were pretty sure one of the ten commandments was not to murder anyone- but you knew you weren’t a person to them. Thou shalt not kill didn’t apply to slaughtered lambs. Why would it apply to you?
“Accept this most humble offering, this lamb to slaughter, this child of Abraham.”
You heard a door open.
“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Or whatever. Amen.”
That voice- that voice was new. Roman’s family stopped their prayer. You could hear someone gasp. They sounded terrified. You wondered, briefly, what they would have to fear.
“You- you can’t be here. You’re dead.”
“Huh. Thanks for filling me in, I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.”
“I shot you-”
“I’m aware.”
“Roman, who is this boy?” Was that Cecilia or Cathrine? For the life of you- something that was quickly coming to an end- you could not fucking tell.
“You asked for a demon,” you heard a pause. Footsteps. Something fell to the floor with a crash, “You got one.”
“No- you’re not, you can’t be-”
“Roman, darling-” was it concerning that you still couldn’t tell if that was your ex’s wife or his mom? It didn’t matter. The next thing you heard was Roman, enraged. You were sure of that. You heard it enough times.
“ENOUGH- I’m going to end this! I’m going to end-”
A shot rang out. There was another pause. Something small and metal clattered to the floor. Silence followed.
The lights went out.
Bathed in darkness, the voice of the new guest suddenly became clear, and when he spoke a fresh round of tears fell from your eyes. You were dead now. You were sure of it. The afterlife was fucking weird, but you were certain.
“Hey there, angel. You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you. Just tell me what to do.”
You drew in a shaky breath, your chest rattling, aching with the effort. The cold air hurt your lungs. You felt like you were burning from the inside out.
“Help me, Eddie.”
In an instant, his presence was gone. The room was still dark. When Eddie spoke again, his voice came from the doorway again.
“You’re going to get away from her now,” his voice was low, his words a warning, “This is your only warning.”
Footsteps echoed through the room. Someone was running. There was a grunt, a sound like someone exerting effort, throwing a punch.
There followed an awful, fleshy, tearing sound. Roman’s screams of agony met your ears, just as the snap of breaking bones jolted you back to some level of reality. There was another shout, a scream of paternal rage. More footsteps- and again, the sound of flesh being torn from bone. You couldn’t find it within yourself to feel bad about that. In fact, you almost laughed.
The next cry that rang out was definitely Cecilia’s. The noise she made was cut short, overtaken by cracking sounds of a shattering rib cage. Someone choked on their own blood, gagging and sputtering their way to a brutal death. You couldn’t really feel bad about that, either.
Roman was still screaming. You could hear Cathrine’s voice, demanding Roman’s freedom. It didn’t help much. The next thing you heard was Roman’s pained gasps for air.
Eddie’s voice rang out again, a source of comfort amid all the auditory gore.
“Let me get this straight. You two shit stains wanted a child so badly that you were willing to torture an innocent woman to get one? You were willing to brutalize her for your own sake?”
“It’s tradition! Roman’s family is cursed- they must have a sacrifice in the name of God! A holy baptism of blood! A new mass! The killing of one womb so that they may conceive in another-”
“God doesn’t give a shit about your family’s tradition of torture porn,” Eddie’s voice was strange, caught between a growl, a laugh, and a sob, “I’m half convinced he doesn't give a shit about anything. He doesn’t see you, Cathrine. He doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t bless you, he doesn’t bless this fucked up family, and he doesn’t bless your husband.”
You heard a weak wheeze before Roman spoke, “She- she gave her consent. I had her, she whored herself out to me. That means-”
“THAT DOESN’T MEAN SHIT,” Eddie had been enraged the entire time he’d been speaking, but this was something new. From your place on the dining table/alter, you could see a red light flickering off the ceiling.
“Consent to sex is not consent to ritual sacrifice, you stupid fuck.”
You were pretty sure the black mass that flew across your vision was Roman. You weren’t sure how Eddie managed that one, but you sure as shit weren’t complaining. A deafening crash came from one of the cabinets. Glass shattered on impact. You laughed- the sound was wet and broken, and the laugh itself was painful, but the sound still escaped. You hoped that whatever had happened to Roman had fucking hurt.
“Roman!” Cathrine’s scream all but confirmed your theory. You heard her footsteps as she tried to get to her husband, but something stopped her.
“And you. Well, you’re just a fucking disappointment. Tell me, kid, what makes you think you’re any different? What makes you think you’ll be spared from him? From his wrath? From his family? There’s a pit in the basement full of bodies, full of people this family has sacrificed for their own gain. What makes you think you won’t join them?”
“He- he loves me. Roman loves me.”
“He told (Y/N) the same thing. Look what he did to her. Look what you did to her.”
“She- she would have done the same thing! She would have killed me!”
“No. Not like this. I, on the other hand-”
Eddie didn’t finish that sentence. You just heard the squelch of skin splitting, the sound of something wet falling to the floor, and a half scream from the woman who watched as the light in your eyes faded to nothing. Like that, she was gone. You couldn’t help the smile that slipped across your face. You shut your eyes.
“(Y/N)- (Y/N), come on, keep your eyes open.”
You did. Eddie was above you, haloed in red light- and something was different. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. It almost looked like the dark overtook the whites of his eyes. His skin was pale, ashen, far more so than it normally was. You reached towards him and when he moved to take your hands you noticed them. Massive leathery wings stretched out behind your boy. You had to be dead already. Or at least close to it.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his hand squeezing yours, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted you to get hurt, I never wanted you to see me like this-”
“You…” your voice was weak. Your blood stained your lips and teeth, “You’re pretty.”
He let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. It broke your heart, a little bit. You wanted to pull him close to you and never let him go, but it hurt to move. You just wanted to close your eyes and drift off to sleep.
“No, no, no, come on. Stay with me, angel, stay awake.”
You could only hum in response.
“I- I’m going to have to touch you. Is that okay?”
You wanted to tell him that he could touch you however he wanted to. He could do whatever he wanted, he could finish what the LeBuers had started and cut you to bits and you would let him. Whatever was left of you was his. You loved him, and you wanted him to know that. All you could do was lie there and nod.
Apologies spilled from his lips as he let go of your hand and placed his own over your wounds. His touch was feather light. It should have hurt. By all logic, it should have hurt, but you didn’t feel any pain. You could feel something sharp against your flesh, but whatever it was, it didn’t cut into you. It just scratched sweetly across your skin as his fingers traced over your stomach and your ribs.
Eddie brushed over you slowly, gently, in a way that filled you with want. You could feel his hands start to tremble as they moved lower and lower. Warmth seeped into your body wherever he touched you. Slowly, the agony you felt- the sharp sting of your torn flesh, the bruised ribs, all of it- it just faded away.
You opened your eyes and slipped your hand into Eddie’s. Your fingers tangled with his over your stomach. Where you expected to feel blood, you only felt your own skin- and something sharp, attached to Eddie’s hands. Claws. Neat.
Your strength was coming back slowly, inch by inch, but you could feel it- you could feel life return to every vein and nerve you had.
“Whatever you’re doing,” you whispered, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
A smile broke out across his face, “I won’t. I promise, I promise I won’t.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead and giving you a good view of those things behind him- wings. Actual fucking wings. They were beautiful, terrifying, and they were half wrapped around you, keeping you close to Eddie. You loved them, instantly, but good lord were you confused.
“Am I dead?” your voice was still quiet, still fragile despite your growing strength.
“No, sweetheart. I couldn’t let that happen to you. I couldn’t let them take you from me.”
“So this…” your eyes searched his face, “All of this is real. I’m not dead or dreaming?”
“You’re not. You’re awake, and alive, and in a few minutes we’re getting the fuck out of here.”
“Oh,” you nodded, “That’s nice. Are you going to fly me out of here?”
He paused, seeming surprised, as if he had forgotten about the massive wings behind him. A deep blush overtook his face, painting him red from his jaw to his ears.
“Yeah, about that,” he winced, “I know this is a terrible time to tell you, and I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but I’m not really a person. Or at least, I’m not anymore. I’m so sorry that-” You cut him off before he could say anything else.
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect. It’s all very metal.”
He laughed at your words, ignoring the tears that spilled over his cheeks. Without a word, you reached for him, trying to maneuver yourself into a sitting position as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down, meeting you halfway, and burying his face in the bare skin of your shoulder. His messy curls stuck to your skin. His strong arms curved around your back, his fingers digging into you as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.
“Just hold me for a second, please,” you whispered, running your fingers up and into his hair, “Don’t let me go.”
“Never,” he gasped, his voice trembling terribly, “I almost lost you. You’re not leaving my sight ever again.”
“Good,” your voice broke, your eyes burning as tears of your own began to fall, “Don’t let me go. Don’t ever let me go.”
“I won’t. I promise. I’ve got you.”
Eddie pulled away first. You made a small sound of protest, but he wasn’t gone long. He didn’t even take his hands off of you. He just took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.
When you looked down at your body, at his clothes covering you, you couldn’t help but notice that you had been healed of every single stab wound and every single bruise. There wasn’t even a scar left behind.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it, sweetheart.”
“I mean it, Eds. I would have died if you hadn’t come to get me, I-” you paused, watching as Eddie anxiously bit his lip. Heat pooled in your stomach like the births and deaths of a thousand stars. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. You really wanted to kiss him.
“I really want to kiss you,” you moved closer, your lips barely an inch away from his.
His eyes went wide. His grip on you tightened. You could feel his breath catch, feel the way he tensed up in anticipation. Everything about him betrayed how badly he wanted you.
“Shit, I-” he took a shuddering breath, his fingers kneading a pattern into your skin, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
“Good,” you leaned in, but he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder to put some space between you. You paused, tilting your head as his fingers ran down to your hip.
“Wait,” his voice was so quiet, “Just wait. I don’t want to- I don’t want to take advantage, y’know? You just went through something terrifying, and I-”
“You don’t want to hurt me,” you reached up to cradle Eddie’s jaw in your hands, letting your thumbs stroke across his skin, “You’re still protecting me. You’ve been doing that all night, y’know. You should let yourself take a break.”
Eddie tried not to grin and failed. His grip tightened on you as you pulled him closer, your chest pressing against his as you sat up properly.
“Hey, I have a demon question for ya,” you pulled one hand away from his face, tracing lines up and down his arm. You followed the thick ridges of his veins, a deep blue against his pale skin. You hid your grin as he inhaled sharply. His fingers would definitely leave bruises on your hip, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind.
“Demons usually offer their aid in exchange for something, right?”
“Where are you going with this?”
“Just answer the question, Munson,” you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, and you watched him melt in front of you.
“Yes, we usually take souls and shit, but I couldn’t ask you for that. I couldn’t, I-”
“Could you take something else?”
He let out a half gasp, “Wh- what?”
“Could you. Take. Something else?” you met his gaze dead on, “A firstborn, maybe?”
“Oh, sweet girl, you are trying to kill me.”
You giggled- actually fucking giggled- and leaned into his chest. Maybe you were trying to kill him, just a little bit. Maybe you wanted something else.
Just as you opened your mouth to speak, something across the room broke. Beneath the collapsed gun cabinet, something was moving.
“Shit,” Eddie whispered, “Get behind me.”
Without another word, he let you go and moved to stand in front of you. His wings spread wide, blocking you from sight as someone began to rise from the rubble.
“I’ll kill you,” Roman’s voice was weak, “I’LL KILL BOTH OF YOU!”
“Don’t you people ever die?” Eddie asked, exasperated as his body tensed, preparing for a fight.
You stepped to the side ever so slightly, getting a glimpse of Roman that you very much could have lived without. There he was, your ex boyfriend, his face painted red with his own blood. His shirt was torn revealing bruised and broken skin beneath.
He looked like a monster. And he looked like he wanted to kill Eddie.
For whatever reason, your gaze turned to the side. You winced as your eyes fell upon Cecilia’s body, lying across the room in a pool of crimson. Eddie had destroyed her. He’d destroyed all of them. It was a gorey sight, but you had a hard time finding sympathy for a woman who watched as you were held down and tortured. If Roman wasn’t being a little shit, you might have grinned.
Beside her, in a puddle of viscera that you could only assume was once Benedict , was the elaborately decorated knife that almost brought about your end.
“You haven’t even seen the worst that I could do to her,” Roman growled, “You love her, don’t you, demon? Then it’ll hurt you even more when I flay her alive.”
“You won’t live long enough to get the chance.”
“Won’t I? I’ve lived this long! You killed everyone else, but I’m still here! I-I have been chosen! By you- by God!”
You slipped under the table, dashing across the room to grab the knife.
“Man, I genuinely thought you were dead until right now. Your survival was a mistake.”
“There are no mistakes, demon. I was meant to be here. I was meant to survive! To carry on the LeBuer line! And I think I’ll use that pet of yours to do it.”
Eddie made a deep, inhuman sound at the back of his throat. From your space across the room, you watched as he lunged at Roman, teeth and claws bared. He was ready to attack, and so enraged that he didn’t see the grin that spread across the LeBuer boy’s face.
When Eddie flew across the room, Roman dove out of the way, bending down and seizing a wayward piece of glass. He leapt at Eddie, shoving him into the wall and bringing his forged weapon to his chest. Roman’s hand bled where it clenched around the sharp object, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“I’d kill you now, demon, but it would be much more fun to make you watch,” he pressed the glass into Eddie’s shirt. Honestly, it didn’t do much. Eddie pulled back, his neck tensed. He looked absolutely murderous. Realizing his mistake, Roman dropped the blade and wrapped his undamaged hand around Eddie’s throat. It took everything you had to keep from screaming- and you couldn’t scream- for the sake of stealth.
The two men were so focused on each other that they didn’t notice you coming. They didn’t notice you leveling the knife at Roman’s back.
“Roman,” you called his attention to you. Roman turned, and from the look in his eyes alone, you knew that given half the chance, he would make good on every threat he’d made.
You took a deep breath and drove the knife straight through Roman’s chest. You didn’t stop until you had run him through. Roman let out an agonized screech as he stared down at the blade protruding through his body. You winced as he collapsed, his weight pulling the blade from your hands. As he spit blood at your feet, you whispered, “We’re. Fucking. Done.”
A moment passed, silent and still. Your hands shook slightly. Taking another deep breath, you looked up at Eddie. His big dark eyes were already on you. Without another thought, you leapt over Roman’s body, running into Eddie’s arms. You fell into him, and he caught you like he was made to do just that.
He held you close, his grip strong and reassuring. You buried your face in his chest for a moment, your hands gripping onto him hard enough to bruise. You could feel his wings wrap around you again, locking you in a soft and safe dimension of your own. Eddie whispered something to you, several somethings, but you couldn’t quite hear him. You could feel the vibration of his voice in his chest, but you couldn’t register anything. It was all just static.
You looked up at him, eyes wide. His soft lips were moving, speaking, and the motion was hypnotic.
“Can I kiss you now?”
He paused, lips parted slightly and eyes wide. You spread your fingers across his chest, brushing your thumb across his collar bone.
“I saved you. You saved me,” you leaned closer, “We’re even now, right? So we can kiss each other without feeling bad about it?”
He stared at your lips. His eyebrows furrowed together slightly, creating the picture of a conflicted man. You could feel his heart racing in his chest, just beneath your fingertips.
“Eddie?”
“Fuck it.”
Eddie’s lips were on yours before you could make another sound. His hands were on your face in an instant, cradling your jaw with such a sweet intensity that you almost melted into him, then and there. Your hands came up to grip his arms, and you followed them up the shape of his body until your fingers wrapped around his shoulders. Without another thought, you pulled him closer.
He let out the sweetest sounds as you parted his lips with your tongue. You wrapped one of your legs around his, desperate to feel his touch everywhere you could. He lowered a hand to your waist, nearly clawing your side in his desperation to hold you. Need turned the both of you into animals just a few shades from feral.
“We’re even,” he spoke against your lips, breathless and panting, “We are so, so even, angel. Fuck-”
“Haha, I get it now. You’re a demon, and I’m-” you cut yourself off, whining into Eddie’s mouth as he bit down on your lip just hard enough to make your flesh sting.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered as pressed kisses to your jaw, “You’re my angel. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Eds, I’m- I’m perfect… When's Hopper gonna get here?”
He paused, tilting his head, “Not for a while… why?”
“Because I have plans for us, pretty boy.”
A wicked grin crossed Eddie’s lips as he dove back into you.
Eddie may have seen you as angelic, but the thoughts running through your head were anything but holy. Your blood seemed to burn wherever he touched you. Sparks flew with every touch he left on your skin. You were seconds away from catching fire, from burning brighter than any star the sky had to offer. You let out a soft moan as Eddie’s lips trailed down your throat.
“I need you,” you panted, “I need you, Eddie, please.”
“Whatever you want, sweet girl, whatever you-”
You cut him off by leaning forward and wrapping your lips and teeth around his shoulder. You bit down, marking him up without drawing blood. The moan that slipped from him was far too pretty for you to handle. Your hips moved against his thigh, grinding against him desperately. You were very much aware that you were acting like a pathetic slut, but you didn’t really care. You needed him- and judging by the hard length pressed against you, he needed you just as much.
You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him blindly towards the altar/table in the center of the room. He followed eagerly. You both stumbled, nearly falling to the ground since you both refused to break the kiss.
Your back hit the altar with a harsh thud. You let out a soft whine, jumping up to sit on the flat surface just as Eddie pulled away.
“Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt-”
“I’m fine,” you reached behind you and unhooked your bra, exposing your breasts to the cold air of the sacrifice room, “Can you do me a favor and tear off what’s left of my dress?”
Eddie didn’t move. He didn’t say anything, either. He kind of just froze for a second. When you looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes were completely glued to your chest. A sweet blush graced his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but grin.
The fact that he wanted you, that he couldn’t look away from you set off another set of sparks deep inside your body. Absolute want pooled at your core as galaxies formed in his eyes. You were his universe. You could see it.
“You okay there, Munson?”
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
You let out a laugh before reaching out and pulling him close. Once you had him between your thighs, you wrapped your legs around his hips.
“Thank you, Eds. Now are you gonna help me with my dress, or am I going to have to take it off myself?”
You tilted your head to the side, unable to wipe the smile from your face as Eddie continued to devour you with his eyes. His hands came up to your sides, trembling slightly as he took you into his hands. Something dark and dominant flashed in his eyes. His grip tightened.
“You’re gonna have to wait a second,” his voice was low, almost inhuman, and fucking delicious to your ears. You laughed again as he buried his face in your chest, kissing and biting your skin, leaving purple marks behind. Your laughter quickly gave way to breathy moans and desperate pleas as Eddie’s lips moved across your exposed flesh. Your hands found their way into his hair, tangling at the roots and giving them a slight tug. He growled against you, biting down hard and marking you with the shape of his teeth.
“God, I want you to do terrible things to me.”
“You’re-” he cut himself off with a kiss, “Adorable.”
“I’m serious! I almost died today- we both did. I’ve come face to face with my own mortality, and I realized that life is too short. If I don’t ask you to rail me now, who knows if I’ll get another chance? In other words, please fuck my brains out before we get hit by a meteor or something.”
He laughed. You could feel the vibrations in every place his skin met yours. You kind of wanted to scream.
“We’re not gonna get hit by a meteor.”
“You don’t know that!” you sat up, pulling his face from your chest and holding his jaw in one hand, “We could get meteored any second, so I need you to know that I love you.”
His soft brown eyes bore into your soul for a moment, and honestly, you wouldn’t have cared that much if a meteor did smite you at that particular moment. You had Eddie. You had everything you needed.
“I love you, too,” he pushed you back and finally, finally set his claws on your dress. He tore it off slowly, making you ache with anticipation. You could feel the sharp, pleasant scratch of his nails against your skin again, slipping beneath the waist of your underwear. You really wouldn’t complain if he just ripped you open, but you knew he wouldn’t. Not unless you asked nicely.
“By the way,” he leaned up to kiss you, “I wouldn’t let you get hit by a meteor.”
“Is that something you could prevent?” you tried to come off as confident, but your voice snapped into a million pieces as he pulled your panties down your thighs.
“I’d do my best,” he shrugged, tossing your underwear to the side for the moment.
“That’s comforting.”
“You’re the one that came up with the meteor thing,” he gripped your thighs, claws just biting at your flesh as his fingers flexed, “You know I’ll always protect you.”
He would. He had. He’d proved that much to you. He leaned in slowly, kissing your lips again before moving down to your throat, tracing the pattern of purple bruises and bite marks that he’d already left. You squirmed in his hold, hips thrashing slightly. You could feel yourself dripping. Arousal gathered between your thighs as he eased his way down your body.
Eddie’s arms hooked themselves around your thighs, hands spreading on your hips- he was holding you in place. After pressing another kiss to your skin just below your navel, Eddie paused. When he looked up at you, you could feel the space of the universe fill your lungs. When his eyes met yours, the heat of the sun made its home within your ribcage.
“Please,” you begged. It was all you had to say.
He bit his way down your thigh, leaving another trail of marks on your skin. His lips were so soft against your skin. When he reached your aching pussy, he grinned.
“You’re soaked for me, sweetheart. How long have you needed this?”
“Too long,” you whimpered, though the sound turned into a moan as he pressed a kiss to your throbbing clit.
“My poor girl,” his tone was soft with the slightest hint of mockery. You opened your mouth to respond, but you cut yourself off with a whine as Eddie’s tongue met your entrance. He lapped at you, collecting your arousal like something feral. His nose nudged against your clit, making you cry out his name.
“That’s it baby,” he moaned, “Just like that, fuck.”
You called out his name again, and he buried himself deeper inside you- a reward for your good behaviour. You could feel Eddie smile against you, grinning like a madman and lapping up your arousal as it dripped down his face. You could feel your body clench around nothing, feel yourself draw closer to the edge.
His hands reached up, moving over your hips to your breasts. His calloused fingers brushed over your nipples, squeezing and circling until you threw your head back against the altar. You tugged at his hair again, pulling him closer to your core with a desperate whine- not that he was any better at keeping his composure.
The noises he made were nothing short of delicious- hungry praises and moans that let you know just how much he wanted you. After the blood-soaked night you had, you needed to hear that. You needed to hear him moan your name. You needed to hear how badly he ached for you. It sent you right over the edge.
You let out a weak cry as he devoured you, as he sucked and bit softly, and as his fingers dipped down to find your dripping entrance. You clenched around nothing, your hips thrusting into his face of their own accord. The world faded around you, disappearing into a void of stars that burned half as brightly as you did.
“You taste so good,” he whispered, sounding almost mindless, rambling as if eating you out had decimated his ability to think, “So, so fucking good.”
You simply panted in response. Your grip relaxed on Eddie’s hair for just a second before you pulled him up to face you. He went willingly, obediently, following the unspoken order. When you brought his lips to yours, you could taste yourself on him.
One of his hands left your chest, moving to your back to pull you closer, deeper into the kiss. His fingers spread out across your back, rough fingertips dug into you carefully, almost gently. You pinned his other hand to your chest, threading your fingers through his and pressing your joined hands into your skin. You and Eddie wrapped your bodies around each other, refusing to let go as you kissed the breath from his lips.
His body was soft but firm beneath your hands. He was your anchor, keeping you tethered in the real world, ensuring that you didn’t float off into another world while you were with him. You needed that.
Slowly, keeping his hands on you, you sat up. You wrapped your free arm around his neck. He literally couldn’t get any closer to you, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying. The hand that you had tangled with his slipped away, tracing a line down his chest until it reached the button of his jeans.
You let your fingers play with the fabric, slipping beneath it to feel the rough, scarred skin of his hip. You paused for a minute, surprised at what you felt. Eddie pulled back for a second, a mildly embarrassed look on his face. You didn’t let him stay away for long. You pressed your lips to his again, hard and fast as you full on attacked his jeans.
“You must want me pretty bad, huh, angel?”
“How do you figure?” you asked, pulling him closer with the arm around his neck and bringing your lips to his neck. You kissed the column of his throat for a few moments before you bit down harshly, lips and teeth completely unforgiving. When you pulled back, a large swath of his skin was stained purple.
“Yeah, pretty boy,” you pressed a kiss to the sore spot, “I want you.”
“Good,” he growled, pushing you back onto the table and pulling you to the edge of the surface. He brushed his hand across the side of your face before lowering it, tracing down your side until he reached your cunt, “Because I want to do unspeakable things to you, pretty girl.”
You moaned, your face burning hotter than the heat death of a small universe. Eddie slipped his fingers into you. He took things slow at first, torturing you by easing you into things, pumping into you gently with just the tips of two fingers. You mewled, craving more of his touch. You’d given up on wondering how his claws weren’t cutting you. You just wanted his calloused fingers to go deeper.
Eddie silenced your pleading whines with a kiss. Slipping deeper into you, he whispered, “You have to be patient, angel. You can be patient for me, right?”
“I-” you moaned as he sunk his fingers deeper. His dark eyes watched your face intently, taking in every change in your expression.
“Come on, sweet thing. You can be patient, right?”
You whimpered, opening your mouth to respond. You didn’t get the chance. Eddie moved his fingers again, moving his fingers in and out of your dripping slit. You moaned softly, and as your lips parted, Eddie added a third finger. The sound you made snapped, becoming louder and more desperate as your demon brought you to the edge again.
“Eddie,” you whimpered, “Please. Don’t be mean to me.”
He laughed a little, pressing a kiss to your lips as he brought his thumb to your clit. You came quickly, thrashing slightly in his arms as you clenched around his fingers.
“God,” he groaned, “You’re so fuckin tight. Such a good girl for me.”
You let out a little whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of you. The two of you stayed there for a moment, holding each other again as you calmed down.
“Think you can give me one more, pretty girl?”
“Is that even a question?”
He kissed your throat again, keeping you distracted as he freed his cock from his pants. He pulled away for a moment, allowing you to see the absolute monster he kept between his thighs. You knew, now, why he had prepared you so thoroughly. It was necessary.
His cock was almost unnatural- long and thick, red near the tip and covered in veins. It looked… demonic. And you wanted to take him inside you as soon as you possibly could.
“See something you like, sweetheart?”
“I do,” you grinned, reaching out for him. He leaned in, placing his face against your palm. He smiled down at you, his eyes incredibly fond. You were the thing he had searched all time and space for- and you had searched for him. Now, you were both found, both real- as batshit insane as it was that this was the place that made you so.
“Let me know if it hurts,” he whispered, “If I need to stop.”
“I will. I promise.”
He pressed into you, slowly and gently, letting you feel every single ridge and vein. You shut your eyes, moaning softly. Eddie braced himself with one arm, using the other to knead at the soft flesh of your chest. His lips were on your throat again, adding more marks to the sea of purple that he’d already made.
Once he was inside, he paused, just taking a moment to feel your body around him. You clenched down on him, running a hand into his hair to tug at it again.
“You’re so fucking warm,” he growled in your ear, “So fucking tight.”
“Thanks, I worked hard on that.”
Eddie lost his composure, thrusting into you gently as he laughed, “You are so deeply strange. I adore you, did you know that?”
You thrust your hips up towards his, “I kind of figured, I’m not gonna lie.”
He pressed his forehead to yours, his thrusts increased in speed as you bathed in the light of his smile. You could feel his cock deep inside of you, pressing against every sensitive spot you had. You moaned softly as his thumb stroked over your nipple. The stimulation of his calloused touch on your breast had you arching your back, pressing further into him.
“You’re so deep inside,” your voice wasn’t much more than a whimper, though you willed it to be stronger, “Fuck, keep going.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he thrust into you harder, leaning down to bite your chest, clearly not satisfied with the job he’d done on your neck.
His hand slipped down to your clit, pressing into your swollen nub. He circled it in time with his thrusts, alternating between heavy pressure and feather light touches until you were seeing stars and screaming his name.
“Are you gonna cum for me sweet thing?”
You didn’t even get to answer his question. You came around his cock quickly, and he fucked you through your orgasm without a moment of hesitation. Your body spasmed, your walls clenching down on him until he moaned your name into your skin.
Your chest heaved as you caught your breath. Eddie’s lips didn’t leave you. He laved his tongue over the bite marks he’d made, and you could feel his smile against your skin.
“You’re so perfect, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.”
You clenched down around him again, moaning this time at the praise. You searched your mind for a witty comment, something cute to say to make him laugh, but your brain was full of stars and nothing else. Every time his cock stabbed into you, another damn galaxy found life behind your eyes.
You used the hand you had tangled in Eddie’s hair to pull him closer. You pressed your lips to every part of him that you could reach.
“I love you,” you whispered, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“I know, sweet thing. I love you, too.”
You tugged his hair, biting down on the side of his throat, and he moaned softly. You clenched your now sensitive walls around him, whimpering slightly at the sensation. He let out a sharp exhale, and his hand left your clit to wrap around your hip. You could feel how wet your cunt was just from the feeling of his damp fingers on your skin.
His thrusts grew harsher, his pace speeding up to something unforgiving. His grip on you was bruising, but you wouldn’t mind the marks.
“Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” you asked, “Are you gonna cum inside me?”
His hips stuttered, and you could practically feel his heart skip a beat, “Can I?”
“Please. I want to feel you- I want this.”
“You- you promise you want this? The whole- the whole deal about your only purpose being to create life, that isn’t in your head, right?”
You shook your head, “No. Not with you.”
One of his hands found one of yours. Your fingers tangled together like they were made to do just that. You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Besides, I’m on the pill, anyway.”
He laughed again, briefly against your lips before he went right back to kissing you. He squeezed down on your hand, his teeth grazing your lip. You could feel him twitching against your walls, could feel his cock throbbing inside you.
He thrust all the way inside you as he came. Ropes of hot cum flooded your walls, filling your cunt and warming you from the inside out. Another orgasm took you by surprise, rolling over you suddenly and making you clench down hard. Cum spilled down your thighs, pooling on the altar beneath you.
When Eddie pulled out, you were both completely breathless. His hand was still in yours, his body still draped over top of you. You wrapped your free arm around him, your fingers landing on the spot where his back met his wings. They unfurled behind him, showing you their impressive size in whole.
“You’re amazing,” your voice was quiet, trying not to ruin the post-orgasm haze, “I don’t know how I managed to land you.”
“Are you kidding?” he murmured, his voice just as quiet, “I don’t know how I managed to land you. You’re terrifying,” he pressed a kiss to your collarbone, “And sweet,” another kiss, “And you’re fucking stunning,” a third kiss.
He pulled back, warm eyes dead focused on you, “I’m in love with you, sweetheart. I have been for a while.”
“Good. Because I love you, too, and I think all of this would be a touch awkward if you didn’t love me.”
He grinned, pressing his face into your shoulder and pulling you up. More cum spilled out of you and onto the altar. You reached down, collecting some of it on your fingers and putting it in your mouth.
“Fuck-” Eddie hissed, “Don’t do that. You’re gonna make me cum again.”
You threw your head back, cackling as Eddie put his forehead against your shoulder.
“Would that really be such a bad thing?”
“Normally? No. But I just noticed that that painting looks kind of like my dad, and it’s freaking me out,” he pointed at the wall, to the massive portrait of the smirking gentleman with black hair.
You tilted your head, casually running a hand through Eddie’s hair. If you squinted, you could almost see the resemblance between Eddie and the man in the painting. You didn’t want to think about it. You’d had enough creepy shit for one evening.
“We should get going,” you murmured, wrapping Eddie’s leather jacket around you again, “Hopper will be here soon, and I don’t really want him to see us like this.”
“Fair enough,” Eddie looped his hand beneath your knees, “You brought your stuff for the weekend, right?”
“I-I did. Eddie, wait-!”
Before you could stop him, he lifted you up, carrying you over the bodies and out of the room. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly.
“Am I not-? Do I weigh anything to you?”
“Demon strength. It’s like lifting a bunch of grapes.”
You scoffed, letting your head rest against Eddie’s shoulder, “I don’t know where the butlers put my stuff. My bag could be in the body pit for all I know.”
“It’s not, I was down there.”
You scoffed again, ”Well, we’ll have to hunt for my shit I guess.”
You did. It didn’t actually take long. Most of your things had just been left by the door. As was the-
“Oh shit! The wine!” you exclaimed, patting Eddie’s chest until he put you down. You ran over to the bottle, which had been left just beside your bags- bags that you ignored entirely in exchange for the sweet bottle of vintage.
“Angel, don’t you-? Want your clothes first-?”
“Eddie, you don’t understand, this wine was fucking expensive and I didn’t think I was gonna get a chance to drink it.”
You struggled helplessly with the cork for a few seconds before you gave up and handed it to Eddie.
“Demon strength?”
He laughed at you a little, but he did open the bottle for you. While he did, you pulled some clothes out of your bag- a shirt you’d meant to sleep in, and some pajama pants. You kept Eddie’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders.
Once you were dressed, the wine was ready to go. You gave Eddie a cheer, and a small round of applause. He joined you, and for a moment you both applauded like idiots in the foyer of Roman’s big ass house. The portraits seemed to smile down at you, grinning your approval as you drank the blood coloured wine.
You and Eddie passed the bottle back and forth wordlessly as you made your way to the door. Your hand slipped into his again. Every time you held his hand, you felt more and more like that’s what your hands were supposed to do- what you wanted them to do. When you weren’t busy taking over the world, you wanted to hold Eddie close to you.
The two of you sat together on the front stoop of the McMansion. The porch light cast a warm glow over the front yard. The freshly mowed lawn had drowned beneath a sea of leaves since you last saw it. You let your head rest on Eddie’s shoulder.
“What the fuck are we gonna tell Hopper?”
Eddie took a drink of the wine, “The truth. Your in-laws tried to kill you. We didn’t let them.”
“I’m pretty sure we both committed several counts of murder tonight.”
He shrugged, “Eh, it wouldn’t be the first time. For me, anyway.”
You looked up at him, concerned, though you didn’t move away from his shoulder, “Should I be concerned?”
“I mean, I haven’t technically killed any people? It’s a long story.”
“Oh,” you nodded, taking the bottle from him and taking down a deep sip of wine, “So. What about the melted puddles of people? How do we explain that? Do we just tell the cops that you’re a demon?”
Again, Eddie shrugged, though a wince crossed his face, “Well, Hopper knows.”
“WHAT?”
“Yep. And Steve. And Robin. They know.”
“What? Okay, okay, who else knows?”
“Nancy doesn’t know officially, but I think she’s aware. Also, you know those kids who come into Family Video like, constantly?”
“Mhmm, the freshmen.”
“Yeah, they know. One of them was there for it.”
“It?”
“The incident. I’ll tell you about it another night, we’ve… we’ve been through a lot today.”
“That’s one way of putting it. I think tonight was my incident.”
“You could definitely call it that.”
You smiled, lacing your fingers with Eddie’s, “If this was my incident, I’m glad you were here for it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, placing his head on top of yours.
“Yeah.”
You let your eyes flutter closed then, knowing that you were safe from harm. When you woke, there would be no sirens, and no flashing lights. Just the guy with the sweet daughter, who bought literally all of the Barbie movies and Die Hard. The former for his daughter and her friend, the latter for his daughter’s other friends.
When you woke, Eddie would be there with you. His eyes would be brown again, and his wings would be tucked away so well that you would wonder if this whole nightmare had been a terrible dream. You would feel his hand around yours, and you would know it hadn’t been. You would know, finally, that you were no longer anyone’s prey.
You were the hunter.
♥ A/N: I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE SEPTEMBER WHAT THE FUCK. IT'S SO LONG MY EDITING SOFTWARE WOULDN'T ACCEPT IT, SO YOU'RE GETTING THIS THING RAW. happy halloween babes, i hope you enjoyed this.
thank you to @mxcheese for reading this a million times, and to my partner for listening to me ramble about various plot points with no context.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#eddie munson angst#read the tws on this one man#im nervous to actually tag them since tumblr's been Bad about that lately#lmk if i should#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x fem!reader
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but I can't wait until I see your face
and my brain thinks that it's looking at a stranger
#ts4#simblr#ts4 edit#ts4 render#sims 4#burns tw#vellichor#myedits#arthur#harley#for pride month i offer you my absolute worst 2 lgbtq reps:#a dead man & the biggest asshole to ever walk the fictional earth#ngl i always get a lil nervous posting my ocs that aren't kel or dhes#but these two are very special & personal to me so#hopefully you guys don't mind me posting them#i was going for like. a sense of intimacy or closeness but also distance & guilt at the same time#bc these two were at one point very close. very heavily dependent on one another#but things took a bad turn & eventually they stopped speaking altogether#(death mention in the following tags just btw in case anyone actually reads these lmao)#& harley feels responsible for arthur's death WHICH he kind of is? but also not#bc even if harley had acted differently towards artie and/or tried to mend their friendship nothing would have changed#arthur was going to do what he did regardless bc he felt he deserved it#it's just all around really tragic & unfortunate#& so that's kind of what i was trying to convey in these...? like the emotions of all that yk?#idk if i really hit the mark or not but i tried idk#n e way :-)#:-)))))
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Need male reader smut asap pls maybe dubcon
hero hunter! garou x hero! male! reader x hero! stinger
notes: started rewatching opm with my lil' brother and got a cold, cold reminder of just how hot the characters are so y'know I had to write something...
warnings: dubcon, forced cuckolding, mlm, male reader, amab reader, garou is so mean and condescending, violence, mention of harming the reader, humiliation, public sex, degradation, alleys are dirty, quid pro quo. you're responsible for the shit you read so don't come and fuckin' bitch at me 'cause you're bein' stupid. this is meant for those who will enjoy readin' this, not you. move along.
STINGER never had a day off, but that was simply the life of a hero, especially during the recent rise of the monster association and monsters in general. The same thing went for you, never did you expect to be in the same profession as your future partner, but here you were. Despite your differences in ranking, you could care less, you weren't interested in the combat parts of hero work, you were a healer and restorer which proved to be useful in its own way. The hero association often called on you for healing other heroes, civilians, etc. You were also called for restoring destruction in the city, proving you to be quite a valuable being, but you never allowed yourself to do anything you didn't deem fair.
With the recent rise of the so-called 'hero hunter' you've been busier than ever, patrolling, restoring, healing, and all the fix-ins, nothing out of the ordinary. Though, today, the last thing you'd expected was to run into your boyfriend while out on your job. Funny, I know, since you're both heroes but this didn't happen as commonly as one would think.
"Hey good looking, what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be back at home?" Stinger asked as he approached you. You were both smack dab in a neighborhood that still had a bit of people roaming around, it looked relatively safe. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you waved his words off while responding. "Same as you, the association wanted me to patrol around to heal and restore if necessary, they called me as soon as you left. So far nothing's needed much fixing."
The Class A hero grinned and rested his weapon on his shoulder as he continued to engage in comfortable conversation with you, occasionally waving at a few fans here and there who acknowledged him. You talked more like friends than lovers when you were out in public, well, except for Stinger's blatant flirting.
And then it happened.
You'd both made the mistake of letting your guards down and you would be forced to pay the price.
One second you were laughing and joking, and the next second you watch as Stinger is swatted away from you and into a nearby building like a mere mosquito, followed by the panicked screaming of the citizens around you. Everything moves slowly around you as you're frozen in place, a look of fear mingled with shock spread across your features.
"Two heroes standing leisurely around, speaking to one another like there's no immediate danger around them. Tch."
The assaulter speaks from directly in front of you, looking down at you with a grin on his face. The surrounding citizens run away from the scene, eager to preserve their lives. And in no time, it's just you, the hero hunter, and Stinger, who's just peeled himself from the dent in the building, his injuries were obvious but he wasn't Class A for no reason. He shouts at you. "Y/N! Hurry up and run!" He screams in urgency at you, knowing you did not like physical confrontation. His sudden shout seemed to trigger you into moving again as you speedily jumped back away from the one they called Garou, staring at him as you put distance between the two of you.
Immediately, Stinger gets between the two of you and holds up his spear, giving Garou a grin of his own as he gets into position for battle. "So you're the hero hunter, huh? I'll admit, you did catch me off guard but that won't happen again! I'll take you down in a pinch!" He exclaimed and charged forward at superhuman speed, using his Bamboo Shoot with great efficiency despite the bleeding heavily from his head. You watched as the two of them engaged in battle, your heart racing, egging your boyfriend on in your mind.
You should have run away like he said, but you couldn't, not with him injured like this, you would just remain in the area and heal him when you were given the chance. For now, you took to running away, ducking down into a nearby alley to watch the fight, crossing your fingers in hopes that this would end quickly in Stinger's favor.
It looked that way for a while, you could feel yourself becoming more and more relieved by the second, watching as Garou struggled against Stinger's attack, the human who called himself a monster didn't seem to be doing too well, having injuries of his own.
Stinger soon had Garou cornered, ready to further injure him to keep him from doing anymore damage, his signature grin still in place as blood continued to steadily run from his head and into his eyes.
"It's over now. Hurry up and surrender, hero hunter. You've lost."
He said, continuing to hold eye contact with Garou. The hero hunter held no smile, clearly injured as well but also seemed to be thinking deeply about something. It looked like he would be losing this battle, however, you knew that Stinger had the flaw of celebrating too early, and that was the case in this scenario.
"Oh? I'm not so sure."
Garou's words, despite him being yards away from you, sent a chill down your spine and you almost yelled for Stinger to watch out, but it was too late. The hero hunter moved even faster than before and you can't stop yourself from crying out in worry as he knocks Stinger unconscious with just a singular move, strong enough to send him barreling towards you. It was almost like Garou had planned this.
Stinger hit the ground, his body rolling across the concrete until he skidded to a stop in front of you, looking lifeless and mangled, his spear laying somewhere unknown. His eyes were closed and he laid on his stomach in front of you. With a shaken hand, you stared to reach out for him. You could heal him, he'd be okay. He HAD to be okay!
But that was too easy.
You were just mere centimeters from touching his back and activating your healing but you were dragged away, feeling as the back of your head was grabbed and your face was slammed into the ground with enough force to make you dizzy. You nearly vomited from the pain alone but were able to quickly heal yourself. The position you were in was humiliating, hunched over on your knees, hands pressed on the dirty alley in an attempt to support your body to keep it from having too much contact with the uncertainies of grossness. Garou continued to hold the back of your head, and you were unable to see him but he seemed pleased, grinning from ear to ear.
"Who knew the association had just a weak hero in their ranks, Restore." He said, saying your hero name with nothing but venom. This was how you were going to die, this was how you were going to die.
You couldn't even stop yourself from trembling in fear, droplets of tears escaping your eyes as the fell onto the ground beneath you. Biting back a sniffle, you decided to plea the best you could, your voice trembling with each word.
"Plea... please. You can do whatever- whatever you want with me. Just... just let me heal him, please." You begged, not even concerned about yourself at this point, you just wanted Stinger to be okay.
There was silence behind you, too long, too quiet. It was starting to eat you alive, you wanted him to say something. And before you could plead again, you heard him chuckle dryly before he spoke.
"So. It is true. The hero Stinger and hero Restore are 'loving' boyfriends. How comedic. Almost brings tears to my eyes." He paused, seeming to think of what could possibly done next. And the next time he spoke, you could hear the smile in his tone of voice.
"Okay. I'll let you heal him, but you've gotta do something for me in return, yeah?" You then felt a presence lean over you, slender fingers moving from your head to around your neck and gripping at your chin. Soon, his breath was felt on the side of your face, devilish eyes peering at you as he continued to grin, forcing you to crane your neck to look him in the eye as he continued offering his 'deal'. Looking into his eyes was proving to be difficult, his gaze shook you to your core with how cold he looked at you. But before he added onto the deal, he couldn't help but to laugh and insult you.
"Wow. Look at you! You're seriously cryin'? That's cute. Almost makes me feel bad about what's gonna happen next, but that power of yours will help you so I won't feel too bad. We gotta deal or not, Restore?" His eyes looked from yours and then to Stinger's unconscious body, observing the hero.
"Better hurry up. He might not make it."
He then turned your face, allowing you to see what he was seeing. Stinger looked to be breathing shallowly, further solidifying your growing fear. You had no time to refuse or hesitate. What was the worse thing he could do? You still had your powers, you were practically indestructible despite not having much strength.
"Okay! Okay! Do whatever you want!" You exclaimed, shutting your eyes, not wanting to look at your injured boyfriend any longer. Everything would be okay, you can handle this, you've been beaten up before, this was nothing new.
Garou didn't move from where he was for a few seconds but then he did, moving his hand from your face. You were expecting him to move you into a better position to beat your ass but that was far from the truth.
A yelp of surprise came from you when he suddenly used one of his hands to express his brute strength, ripping through the ass of your hero costume and your underwear. The sudden cold air hit your exposed rear and the underside of your sack, your eyes widening when you were starting to come to a realization about what was about to occur. But you couldn't move.
No.
You agreed to this.
Just like before, you were frozen, unable to move. The only thing that moved was Garou's hand, rustling with something, obviously his belt and loose-fitting pants. You had ample time to escape him when he suddenly let go of you to spit in his hand and wet his cock, but no, you didn't move an inch. How could you? He was faster than you, and who was to say that if you had disobeyed him he'd let you or Stinger live.
You weren't allowed to ponder for long when he suddenly pushed the head into you. You'd already been stretched out from the earlier morning's escapade with Stinger. He was able to push into you with both ease and just a little of bullying, he was thicker than Stinger but you somehow managed to keep taking him with ease. It was embarrassing, and of course he had to comment on it.
"I already knew I'd be getting sloppy seconds, but not to this extent. You two must fuck like animals."
His words cause you to shudder and he pushes into you further, stretching you out in a way that makes you confused. As he's burying himself into you, you bite your tongue until it bleeds to stop from moaning in pleasure and pain, closing your eyes as you drop your head in indignity.
Garou doesn't give you the chance to hide from your embarassment, his arm wrapping around your neck, forcing it against his bicep as he puts you in a loose headlock, forcing your face up as he remains buried deep inside you. His head moves back to beside yours and the intimate position your in fills you with a fresh sense of shame, almost as much as his cock was filling you.
"Ever since I read about you and your powers, I wondered just how indestructible you are. I wondered what would happen if I beat you over and over and over again. Would your powers be able to keep up? How fast can you heal? And then, I started noticing other things about you. I hate heroes and everything that they stand for but you're not a hero, are you? Just some overpowered nurse. I prefer that title instead of 'hero' for you." His words made your brows furrow, thoroughly confused by what he was getting at, though you did feel a sting of hurt from his belittling. Suddenly, he pulled out of you about halfway and then slammed back in, catching you off guard for the umpteenth time as you were lurched forward, choking when your windwipe hit against his muscled bicep, an involuntary whimper soon following.
"You're attractive, no doubt. But you're so weak—" He pulled back his hips and then pistoned them forward, fucking into you with animosity, emphasizing his insulting words with each thrust.
"Fragile."
"Useless."
"Breakable."
"Cowardly."
Each hit has you further confused, unable to keep your soft moans underwraps.
His words hurt, but why were you squeezing around him with each word? Why was your dick harder than a rock? Why didn't you want him to stop?
Easily, Garou catches on but nothing can prepare you when he suddenly turns his head to whisper in your ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to blossom all over you, cock twitching in delirium.
"Oh? You like that, huh? You like hearing the truth about how useless you are? You should be ashamed of yourself. What if your poor boyfriend woke up and saw you gettin' off to this? Bet you'd like that too, huh?"
Apparently you did, seeing how you immediately clenched around him as soon as he finished speaking. Was this just your body's natural response?
You hear yourself moaning as he pounds into you from behind, skin slapping against skin at such an insane speed that you're starting to see specks of light in your vision. Your freehand moves to grip onto Garou's forearm, mainly to ground yourself, and you can barely breathe from the sheer pleasure of being fucked with such hatred and disdain. The dick is so good that you can't even keep your powers under control, healing the human who calls himself a monster without even realizing. You've healed someone during sex before many times, mostly Stinger, but not to this extent.
Eyes fluttering and rolling into the back of your head with each delicious stroke that makes direct contact with the button inside you that makes you forget your own name, you fail to notice the slight stir of the unconscious man in front of you. Garou doesn't though, in fact, he only goes faster, grinning at the realization. You should consider yourself lucky that he's still holding you in place with his arm, the headlock was saving your life in more than a few ways.
As you're getting your back blown out by the infamous hero hunter, Stinger, whom you were trying to heal just a few minutes ago, opened his eyes. Ableit he did so slowly, he blinked, attempting to have his vision adjust as familiar noises graced his ears. The sight that soon appears in front of him has him in pure shock, he hasn't an idea on how he should react. He wasn't prepared for it.
"Pleasure for you to join us, Stinger. Like whatcha see?" Garou questioned, not faltering in a single thrust. "
This must be a nightmare. That's what Stinger forces himself to think, watching in horror as his enemy has his way with you, and you seem to be enjoying yourself. But no, that can't be, this is just how the body naturally responds to sex. You didn't want this— you couldn't want this. Stinger wanted to move, but he couldn't, he was completely paralyzed, forced to watch you be repeatedly deflowered by a maniac with an insatiable need to cut down each and every hero.
Noticing his struggle, Garou only becomes more smug, but you still haven't seemed to caught onto the mess being created, more focused on creating a mess in your pants. "Aye, Restore, look who's joined the party? He doesn't look too happy. Aww, I think he's hurt." You can barely understand English right now, let alone whatever he was talking about, how could anyone have such power? But against better judgement, you blinked, trying to recollect your fuzzy brain as his words sunk in. And to your mortification, when you managed to fully open your eyes without them rolling around in your skull, you met the hurt gaze of Stinger.
Immediately, you attempted to speak, wanting to tell him why you were doing this, but you were cut off by the sound of your own moan when Garou pulled back and slammed into you with more force than before. Your mouth hung open, unable to keep itself closed, and you started to drool, eyes closing yet again as you forgot yourself.
Stinger watched and listened to everything in front of him, no words coming from him as he tried to take this all in in strides. Was he dreaming?
"Hah— think I'll use you... as a dumpster." Garou murmured, giving you no option when he suddenly started to speed up even faster, turning your poor brain into mush, drool dribbling onto the sleeve of his shirt. A few more seconds of this and you were forced to take his sticky, hot load, copious amounts of the human monster's cum spilling into you as he pushes as deeply as possible into you as he can manage, completely stopping his movements.
Once he's done, he releases you and pulls back, you fall forward, realizing that he'd been holding you up the entire time with his strength alone. And what you'd feared previously came true as you laid on your belly amongst the filth of the alley.
The hero hunter stands, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt, afterwards, he wipes his forehead of sweat. "Thanks for healin' me, Restore. I'll have to come back and find you when I get injured again. But don't worry, I'll pay you again. Later, 'heroes.'"
Garou then chuckled before seemingly disappearing with speed you'd never seen before.
Seconds, no— minutes later, what had happened sunk in and you felt shame like no other. His cum was still dribbling out of your ass when you finally regained the strength to lift yourself onto your hands and knees, avoiding Stinger's watchful gaze all together as you stared at the ground in disbelief. You'd done the unthinkable.. but, you quickly remembered your goal, slowly crawling forward to where your boyfriend remained laying. Shakily, you reached out and pressed your knuckles against his face, not wanting your dirty palms to come in contact with his skin, and activated your powers, healing him instantaneously.
Once he could feel his body again, Stinger immediately moved to sit on his knees in front of you. He spoke, but you couldn't hear a word he said as you leaned forward, the crown of your skull pressing against his chest. He stopped speaking and slowly started to rub your back in comfort as you sniffled, hoping that he could forgive you..but, then you noticed something strange.
Your eyes widened.
To your complete shock, Stinger's suit of bandages did a horrendous job of hiding how he truly felt about what happened to you.
Was he... hard?
#one punch man smut#garou smut#male reader#amab reader#x male reader#x amab reader#garou x reader#garou x male reader#garou x amab reader#tw dubcon#stinger x male reader#stinger x amab reader#male read smut#— chai’s asks. !!
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So, your Clear Sky post is absolutely horrifying, but it was very needed, so thank you. What are your general thoughts on tackling his abuse for the AU? Like you've said, pretending he's a good guy is not the way to go, but are you planning on toning down *some* of the situations, just to give some of the cats a break? Clear Sky is a very realistic depiction of abusers, but that seems to come across even without victim number 25, yknow? I'm very curious about how you'd like to go about this.
My most recent big change was bringing Slash back into the fold, because I realized that it was actually a disservice to not address where DOTC's themes dip into Colonialism. It's a hard topic, and I'm still trying to work out the details, but I realized it was important.
With how BB!DOTC is such a MASSIVE overhaul, to properly address abuse and the ways it impacts you, ableism and its violence, and xenophobia broadly, a huge reworking of Slash belonged here too. He's one of the greatest examples of how badly WC demonizes non-Clanborn cats. I shouldn't dance around it.
That's what I need to do with Skystar.
MANY of his victims have happier endings than canon, though. Bumble is one of the most famous, bumped up into a major character and directly responsible for the formation of ThunderClan. Bright Storm is taking most of Gray Wing's roles. Birch and Alder are getting examined, with either a father who wants his kids back or Milkweed as the mate of Misty.
A lot of people will die because of him, even more will be hurt, but I see BB!DOTC as a story about victims and survivors.
Others might grab POVs here and there, but as a response to canon which I feel is Clear Sky's story told in many parts, I center this rewrite around Thunder Storm. The path of kindness he marches down, with love and with anger, and the people he helps.
So BB!Star Flower...
Previously I was playing her as ENTIRELY just manipulating Clear Sky. She was loyal to One Eye and trying to get at Skystar to bleed him dry for 8 lives to sacrifice; but connected to Thunderstar over recognizing him as a victim who deserves her idea of justice. So, she offers Thunderstar the final kill, so her father will be grateful to him and he'll get power AND the death of his abuser.
(When Thunderstar looks upon Skystar, pathetic and neutralized down to one life, he thinks about the collateral damage that will descend upon the forest if he accepts the deal. He decides that he has found the line between Justice and Justification. Of course he wants the power to make his enemies cower, protect his people, and eliminate Clear Sky so he never threatens them again; that's not the problem.
He can still do these things. He wouldn't NEED the power of a war god to do so.
But if One Eye returns, he will be endlessly hungry, ruthlessly dedicated to revenge, and set out to devour the whole forest. Everything would get worse, and even more people he loves would die. It's where his desire to destroy a monster would lead to him BECOMING one.)
Even on its face, it was previously missing an element. There's a step between "Starf decides to bring One Eye back" and "Starf offers Thunderstar the final kill" that was bare. This is the piece that was missing-- That she, herself, is trying to reach out to the only person who's ever really understood her.
But more importantly... I do feel this topic belongs here, in BB!DOTC. Abuse is a MAJOR theme. SKYSTAR is a monster already. He's harmed two wives in BB (Bright Storm and Falling Cry) and played toxic games with all three kits (Thunder Storm, Pale Sky, Tiger Sky).
And I'd avoid Star Flower being abused... why? Because it's uncomfortable to confront the pattern that Clear Sky displays? That in-canon, he tries to cut all his victims into the same ideal shape, from Storm to Thunder to Star Flower? ...it should be uncomfortable. Everything that I described in Clear Sky Is A Monster is rooted in the same desire for control, power, and punishment most abusive people share, he just happens to be a severe example.
Yes. That includes how he treats his child and romantic partners. The parallels that are drawn between Starf and Thunder are there because he wants power in the form of obedience. Starf replaces the son as a narrative award for his "growth" of not killing random people anymore for a while.
A cookie cutter is an effective tool because IT ONLY MAKES ONE SHAPE.
You know what's more uncomfortable? Reading canon!DOTC and seeing someone who hurt you reflected almost perfectly in the character the writers think did nothing wrong. Because of "good intentions" that were not there.
I will say though, just to be clear; I don't see a purpose in being more than PG-13 about serious topics for this project. I promise none of my intentions have changed. Nothing will be more graphic or gorey than canon WC-- just more intentional.
I'm keeping the sacrifice because it's dope. No one is taking this from me. Girl Moment: Killed her awful husband 8 times to count as 8 sacrifices and offered the last life to her buddy as a show of good will. How else do you make friends outside of high school
But I know now that Star Flower NEEDS to keep the canon fact she has very little agency, UNTIL that moment she snaps.
She's sacrificing one abuser to try and bring back a bigger, badder one, because in spite of everything, her father One Eye always made her feel safe. Even though he promised her off to Skystar, and expected her to be willing to die for him. She's followed every command, every order, past the death of his mortal vessel.
The first, and only, selfish choice she's ever made was in reaching out to Thunderstar to offer him the power of her father.
Thunderstar's Justice is a story about a Thunder Storm at the pinnacle of his arc, how the survivors of his Clan are settling into the new normal after the carnage of The First Battle, how Skystar's arrogance brings a violent god to the Forest... and the connection Thunderstar makes with the daughter of a monster.
#Kronk meme: ''Oh Yeah. It's all coming together''#I'll be making the fragments in another post#Just because this one's getting really long#It works well as an explanation of my intentions#I think I had been making a mistake previously to conceive of BB!Starf as a femme fatale who seduced Sky#Again: I'm not perfect! As I analyze and re-read with a more critical eye. My art changes.#Tho I will admit I do like the idea of a Starf who is totally cognizant of how she can manipulate a villain#Into doing what she wants. I do love myself a powerful and scheming woman#It's that it didn't fit my story or my themes OR even the purpose of BB as a fixit that addresses canon#Better bones au#BB!DOTC#BB!Star Flower#BB!Skystar#BB!Thunder Storm#Also imo this philosophy will let me make BB!One Eye what I think he deserves and works best as#THE WORSE OF TWO EVILS#The Tyrant of Tyrants#And man.... the idea that Skystar becomes the Clan patron of war...#The God of Summer laughs at him.#''Outdone and reeling your wounded pride speaks the words your tender mouth can never say''#''That you were outclassed and now you obsess over the bigger monster you aren't good enough to become''#''You fell into the step of a lion and think you can replicate what my paw does without effort.''#Cw abuse#Tw abuse#Abuse#Child abuse
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Villain of the Week
#the spot#atsv#spiderman spoilers#spider man spoilers#across the spider verse spoilers#spiderverse spoilers#atsv spot#my art#griff art#not Minecraft#tw body horror#let me know what else I need to tag here#not the normal stuff#but I saw spider man and dude….#it was something else entirely#I’m gonna need to analyze every frame of that#the hands were fun to draw!#hope they read well#it’s always interesting doing these#cuz I usually only use one or two layers
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@mondothebombo WHAT THE FUCK
spoilers for the latest when you think you're all alone chapter below
first things first we have the same braincell scars remaining even after of the worst injuries? blindness in jay's eye? nadakhan SHIFTING INTO JAY'S LOVED ONES TO TRICK HIM INTO WISHING?????? holy shit holy shit there were several moments where i was like AYO I HEADCANON THAT TOO AAAA
the idea that some of the pirates might of been sympathetic to jay that kinda hits ouch :(
im going to KILL. NADAKHAN. WHERE'S THE DAMN TEAPOT I'M PUTTING IT UNDER A HYDRAULIC PRESS AND WATCHING IT SHATTER
any content of Wu caring and taking care of his students makes me so soft i so so so hope there'll be more of Jay talking things out with Wu
nadakhan shiFTING INTO HIS FRIENDS WHILE JAY'S ALL DRUGGED UP OOOOO OOOGUGUHUUGUHUHHH i'm so unwell that's my favorite concept ever and it's literally the first time i've actually seen it used in a fic or anything i applaud you omg the fact that jay still didn't wish too aaaaAAA A A A A A A A A
i'm in agony it was amazing
#I'M SO#AAAAA#AAAAAAAAAA#also! just a heads up for anyone reading it the SA/rape TW needs to be very heeded in this one#man#that really was 23k words of jay trauma huh you didn't lie dude HJGKFDSHJKGFHKJ#THIS CHAPTER TURNED OUT INCREDIBLE#when you think you're all alone#jay#skybound#nya#jaya#nadakhan#spinjitsu screams#mondothebombo#spinjitsu reads
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My AUs ? Incomprehensible
Here's a doodle dump of bestie Guide
Ranging from few days to 6+ months old
I have so so so much more
But my dumb little AU went off the rails so badly i have no idea if anyone would listen to my insanity-
Guide mentioning she used to lead an Inquisition gave me terminal brainrot and whatever this is crawled out
#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#The Guide#Nadja of Antipaxos#Guidja#tw blood#I know they're vamps and it's expected but still#Lowkey Nadja jumpscare for that one drawing lmao#Seriously tho this isn't even 5% of my Guide drawings#I put together so much lore out of nowhere#From her being a Priestess to her being a Strigoi#I got a lot of use out of Van Helsing even if that man appeared only on three paintings#It keeps getting more and more complicated somehow#I love putting this bitch into situations#So far only two of my friends heard the full story I put together for her cuz' my god it's a mess#Hello to anyone who reads my tag ramblings#Also yeah I draw a lot i just never post them
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Tango hadn't had this much physical contact with another mer since he'd gotten separated from his pod.
He was pinned against the cold wall of the pool, Jimmy pressed against him and holding him pinned. Everything was just too much, at the moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, just focused on the water pumping over his gills as his heartrate started to finally slow down.
Okay, back up a bit, how did Tango manage to get himself in this situation?
In all truth, he wasn't entirely sure. He'd been swimming around the pool, trying to get used to the way his ripped fins changed his maneuverability, going as fast as he dared in the enclosed space-- probably faster than was advisable.
It was an anxious tick of his, pacing back and forth when he was attempting to work something out. It helped when the problem was something he could inspect with his hands and where another perspective was incredibly helpful. Not so much when the danger was unseen, unheard, and completely out of his control. At least he could pace, here, rather than being stuck in an empty tidepool not much bigger than two body lengths across.
He'd been talking out loud to himself-- just gibberish, really, thinking out loud as he worked the stiffness out of his muscles. Anything to distract from the eerie quiet. The water being this quiet never meant anything good. He was going to go insane if he had to sit here in silence, just waiting to be ambushed. And him being loud wasn't helping. the sorts of predators that made the sea go quiet were the ones you needed to be quiet to avoid.
He felt like he was going mad anyway. There weren't any predators here, not the type that sound would do anything more to attract. But he simply couldn't bring himself to shut up. It was easier to just keep chattering away to himself, because then maybe he would actually have somewhere to point the pent-up jittery sort of borderline panic that was making his scales itch. Maybe then there would be a physical threat to sink his fangs into, instead of this growing dread and certainty that his pod was dead again.
He'd lost his first pod to a silence like this.
Tango hated silence.
It only took a half a second of distraction for Tango to lose focus on his careful balance of speed and water pressure and the way his fins dragged to slow him down for the turn and-- there was movement, something was above the water.
Thwack--
Well, that hurt. Tango shook his head, at least he'd had the awareness to twist, hitting the wall with his back instead of with his head or shoulder or anything that would've snapped with the wrong amount of pressure.
Then there were bodies in the water, humans surrounding him where he lay on the shallow bottom, a mer circling around behind him for the kill--
It was a split-second decision, and a lucky glance of blond hair versus blue that let him tackle the human into the water and take him hostage.
The other two had gills, but this one didn't.
Once he had his back to the wall and the held in front of him like a shield, the other two kept their distance.
It was Jimmy, the mer he'd yelled at before, and the blue-haired half-thing that'd helped steal Tango and maybe-kill Impulse.
The human he was holding hostage was the one who'd maybe-killed Impulse. In that moment, he was incredibly tempted to bleed the human out right here and now. He was a threat.
"Woah-- woah!! just calm down. we can talk about this, right?" Jimmy had his hands out in a placating gesture, "Just-- let Martyn go, alright? He's done nothing to hurt you, mate--"
"Oh? Why don't you ask him about what happened to my human?" Tango snapped, tightening his grip.
"Don't--! You're gonna hurt him--" Jimmy pinned his fins back in a show of submission, backing off.
But the other one was trying to edge around to the side of him. Tango bared his fangs in response, twisting to face him too, "You stay right there-- don't come any closer--"
The half-thing put up his hands, "Let him go, we're not goin-ta hurt you."
"Tell that to the human you killed--" Tango snarled, flaring his fins in threat, "You killed my human, it's only fair that I get to kill yours."
"Killed--" Jimmy twisted to look at the half-thing, "Scott, did you guys kill somebody?"
"No. No, we didn't kill him. We put him to sleep, that's all." The half-thing-- Scott-- shook his head, "Let Martyn go before you hurt him."
They-- hadn't killed Impulse? Oh. That changed a couple things. Maybe. If Impulse was okay.
A moment before Tango was going to let the human go, something sharp bit him in the arm.
Tango recoiled with a shout, shoving Martyn away.
He got tackled a moment later by Scott, everything starting to go out of focus.
They were all liars. All three of them. Liars and cheats and Tango wasn't going to let them get away with this--
He snapped at Scott, managing to get at least one or two solid bites in before the half-thing could really react. A moment later, Jimmy slammed into the two of them, knocking Tango's head spinning and taking the opportunity to pull them apart.
Tango twisted in his grip, shrieking in anger as he attempted to get his fangs into Jimmy too. He wasn't able to get around to anywhere he could do any damage. A moment later, Jimmy shoved him against the wall.
And that's how Tango found himself in this situation.
He gave a half-hearted flick of his tail, flexing against Jimmy's grip. Tango didn't really want him to let go, but he didn't want to just-- give up.
"Alright. Listen here, you." Jimmy hissed into his ear, "You need to hold your seahorses and actually listen for once, instead of just fighting us all the time. Now. Are you done? or are you going to keep trying to bite me?"
Tango shuddered, letting himself go limp as he tipped his head towards the wall. His mouth felt thick and clumsy and stuffed full of pebbles as he answered, "I'm done. . ."
"Moon and stars above, was that really so hard?" Jimmy asked, not letting Tango go, but loosening the death grip on his arms.
Everything was fuzzy, like the way it'd been when he first woken up here. Whatever it was that'd bitten him was nasty. Nastier than the time Etho had accidentally gotten Tango with his spines.
Jimmy did eventually let go of Tango, after Scott had gone back up to the surface to check on the human. Tango still had to lean against the wall, though. He didn't like his chances of staying upright with the way everything seemed tipped ever so slightly to the left.
He had to admit that he was sad about Jimmy swimming off to also check on his human after a little while longer. Even though Martyn hadn't actually killed impulse, Tango couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about almost drowning the man.
Sue him for being homesick, but Tango couldn't help but want the other mer around.
#tango tek#jimmy solidarity#team rancher#scott smajor#martyn itlw#team rancher au#viviwrites#emberfish au#this time with a read more line#cause this one is also super long#maybe they will stop fighting now#hopefully#dont mind me#and my unrealistic physics#poor everyone#they all need hugs#especially poor touch starved Tango#man has trauma#and etho is now venomous#tw sedatives#tw fighting#tw dissociation
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carmy + that blink
#i always found his one blink during his monologue out of place#and uh now i know why and fuck man...#maybe i shouldn't read into the blinks of a fictional mentally ill chef man but what else am i supposed to do#s01e02#s01e08#the bear#the bear fx#the bear hulu#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#jeremy allen white#gif#gifset#mine#tv edit#tv#tvfilmdaily#tvfilmedit#cw: death#tw: death#tw: ptsd#cw: ptsd#please please please let me know if this needs additional tags
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DR. Mario Universe Bowuigi AU
Random because of another night of being up from pain, but I wish there was more fan content centered around Dr. Mario Au shenanigans. With it being a more work-based medical drama, with maybe the idea that Luigi isn't a fellow doctor and just happens to be the brother of a world renown infectious disease specialist. Mario still has his rivalry with Bowser, just as co-workers with a competitive streak. Luigi visits the hospital often to have lunch with his brother at the hospital food court, more so as he can make sure his older bro is actually making time for it. He's known for being so into his work that he'll skip meals.
So of course Luigi has heard his brother come home and complain about that no-good orthopedic doctor keeps dismissing his help when patients tend to have conditions that overlap-- like infections post operations. Or stuff like hearing about fights going down in the hospital during meetings. So when Luigi breaks his leg, of course he's nervous when that means he'll be sent to the guy his brother hates.
That he is told is very demanding and confrontational. Only for Bowser to be an amazing doctor, if blunt and sassy. And he recognizes Luigi as being the guy Mario has lunch with, putting pieces together when he sees his chart. Luigi expects Dr. Bowser to start treating him cruelly. To take out his aggression from Mario out on HIM.
Only for Bowser to actually open up more and get chattier-- cracking jokes rather than keeping it strictly business. Well well well, after all that big talk from the guy, looks like there's something Mario CAN'T do: treat his brother. WELP, looks like I'm gonna have t'rub it in that jerk's face n' show 'im how it's done!
Cue Luigi and Bowser seeing each other a lot more as Bowser-- from his own sense of pride and wanting to make Mario feel like utter shit-- taking on a lot more of the treatment than he would usually do. Usually he'd pass thing off to Resident Docs or physical therapists. But oooh no, not with THE Dr. Mario's brother! Gotta show that guy up! Luigi's gonna go home and have to constantly tell that clown how wonderfully he's being treated.
Mario, of course, is frustrated on some level. But he can't complain when the koopa gets results. Seeing his brother heal and get better is all he really cares about.... Even if he doesn't like the fact he has to hear his baby bro talk about his obvious crush on Dr. Bowser, that he himself doesn't realize yet.
#dr. mario#super mario bros#bowuigi#luigi mario#bowser#doctor patient au#wrote this in the Bowuigi server first but decided to share here#I am busy with my current series but man I want to read this#the Dr. Mario stuff is one of the series I find so fascinating#and I guess my own history with#hospital tw#makes me want to see it explored as a silly slice of life#long post
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Me, wondering why the bear mini is so big in burrows end:
Me, realizing why the bear "mini" is so big in burrows end:
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ok so apparently i can just never articulate my Deep Thoughts on purpose and can only do it by accident whilst rambling in the notes of a bookmark where the veneer of anonymity feels like a false-protective coat to hide behind, or somesuch-something like that. idk. anyways. anyways. i don't like how fucking mean-spirited across the spider-verse as a film seemingly is for literally no reason at all other than just bcuz it Could Be. y/k.
#talking tag#atsv#spider-man#spider-man 2099#miguel o'hara#miles morales#suicide mention#suicide tw#& i am talking abt the Actual Textual Content of atsv btw not the Fandom Interpretation of it. bcuz those r 2 different things lmao.#every additional piece of context that we learn abt the behind-the-scenes too. it just. Sours this film to me. like drinking rotten milk#only ONE person outside of his family unconditionally supports miles. ONE. ONE!!!!!!!!!! the whole film!!!!#(obie obie broauwn i hate the AM i hate the PM u will live in my heart for ever)#and Knowing now how much the writers obviously didnt give a shit abt Mig.. it all just reads like that rotten any1 can wear the mask but yo#and that echoes in the narrative disdain for the one other spider-man in the whole movie whose origin is /like miles/.#who DID have a spider-man in his world who died before he got his powers who IS motivated by fear by wanting 2 be good but thinking he cant#You Cant Wear This Mask. The Only People Who Are Like You Actually LIKE You Are Twisted And Wrong And Warped Inevitably By That Wrongness.#Nobody Will Ever Understand What You Have Been Through And You Were Stupid And Naive To Ever Try Otherwise. You Petulant Child.#and the spider society treats miguel like shit like im honestly surprised that was just such a Casual Thing in the movie but no#they microaggress him 2 hell and back they insult him to his face they do not respect his boundaries they flat-out just Dont Respect Him#and he Takes It. of course he takes it. it is Literally All He Knows. taking it and hating himself and knowing that he is Different.#Christ almighty. what a shitshow.
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Lando speaking about being attacked and mugged after the 2020 Euro Final, this is so sad to read and the people who did this are such disgusting humans
#i remember first reading about the attack and crying my eyes out#my heart hurts for him so much right now#i can’t even imagine how hard it must have been for him to live through it#this is also one of my main reasons for ********* ***#come to think of it this is how it started#i hope that he now has some closure and that this man will be locked away#lando norris#tw robbery#tw assault#if there’s any other triggers that i should add please let me know
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Realizing a mistake I made long ago is the worst I literally feel so bad but how am I supposed to apologize
#tw vent#i should’ve never said anything omfg#and the reblogs for the post have been turned off and that might’ve been on me#then there was a callout pose that didn’t say names at all but like#i now know like I was at least one of em#im so upset at myself#i know it’s not really a big deal but to me it is ok#i feel bad I didn’t mean it#Im so bad at reading the room#fml man#why can I never like pick up what’s being put down correctly
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another thing about tmi that kind of caught me off guard me while rereading is not only that jace genuinely is severely mentally ill but also that it's portrayed SO casually. everyone's just like "oh jace doesnt eat for days whenever he feels bad and he intentionally hurts himself all the time and he doesn't sleep and he has trauma flashbacks and a compulsive need for order and cleanliness and he has very violent intrusive thoughts and he tries to kill himself every 3 weeks or so hes soooooo edgy 🙄 anyway moving on"
#simon and clary are the only ones who notice or take it seriously at all#and simon is the only one who talks to him ab it though clary also makes the connection between his self harm and his emotional pain#alecs response to literally watching jace self harm is punishing him for it it's NUTS the 00s/early 10s were a different time man#i think most of his ptsd is taken very seriously by the narrative at least which is quite refreshing bc i feel like you dont see that much#but the way other characters respond to his self destructive behaviours especially is. for lack of better word completely insane#vic reads tmi#tw ed#tw suicide#tw self-harm#tw sh#tw ocd
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sometimes i wish i could just. reach through the screen and slam a pro.shipper's head down at least once because they are just so dumb and maybe the action would cause some important neurons sleeping on the job to actually get to work. they would almost be sad if they weren't so disgusting. they gotta have a combined IQ of 5 at this point like...
#scor’s rambling#tw: csa#tw: child abuse#rant in the tags#i don't argue with them bc they just seem to forget that children can easily be groomed and tricked apparently?#i remember when they would say “its not gonna make anyone act this out and if they do its not the creator's fault”#like? what kind of logic is that in regards to pedophilies???? dumbasses#and then they pull out the “but i was abused as a child this is how i cope” right. because tagging your trauma with pro''ship is totally go#help you and not easily attract people who literally just wanna get off at the thought of a kid being abused like that?#like you are making it worse for yourself and every possible child i don't know how they don't see that.#thats like me tagging my posts about my eating struggles with pro-eati.ng disorder tags. hello? inviting the devil to my house basically.#and then people wanna act like this is just some internet drama... no man its. way more serious lol#and they focus on the most extreme people who are against them too as if that makes them look better? like another type of group i know.#“see they think reading about murder makes you a criminal” you think cp is just fine and dandy... which one is more serious here.#like being an..ti censo..rship doesn't mean what they mean. they probably don't even give a damn about minorities being censored#unless they are child minorites to exploit i guess
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