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ghost-nabbers-imagines · 5 years

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👶 The baby is mine isnt it? Larry x reader

Ok so two things about this request. One, this is Larry's I have one started for Sal but really wanted to get this one up And two, a trigger warning is in effect. And in both instances the husband or boyfriend is an asshole who does not treat you well but it's going to be bad in Sal's.

Larry

I never meant to be the kinda guy who slept with another man's girlfriend. People who cheated on their partners were assholes and I wasn't like that. However, Sebastian was worse than any other asshole I've ever met. I've always thought he treated (Y/n) terribly and that she deserved better. I mean the guy treated her like shit, he was constantly poking fun at her, and making her feel bad about herself.

The day the affair happened she showed up at my door crying about how he had apparently cheated on her with a friend of his. We spent the night at my place hanging out like always except we got a bit too drunk and ended up having sex. It was the best sex I'd ever had with anyone and I knew that my love for her was genuine. I thought she felt the same way about me, I thought she would leave him and finally be mine. But I was so wrong.

She all but promised me she was leaving him that they were done. She told me she was leaving him for good this time, but a month later they were back together and she was avoiding me all together. I noticed she was different after that, more closed off, distant, almost scared. It was two months after that Ashley informed us that (Y/n) was pregnant. The news broke my heart and shocked me to my core.

It took me two weeks to get fed up with my feelings and to tell myself I had to to confront her about it. Pulling my hood up over my messy brown hair I trudged down the snow covered pavement. My hands were trembling and my mouth was dry, not because of the weather but from nerves to how she'd be towards me. Had I become a dirty secret that she wanted to hide away? Did she lie when she said she'd always felt that way?

As I knocked on her door a million ways this could go wrong flashed through my head. 'Shes pregnant with his baby what are you doing here?' My head practically screamed at me. Before I could turn and run the lock clicked and the door opened. (Y/n) peaked her head through the door her eyes widening when she saw me. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door.

"Hey Larry."

"Hey really that's all you have to say?"

"I'm sorry I know this is hard to understand right now but please try and believe me I'm doing what's best."

"I thought you were leaving him but now all of a sudden your pregnant?"

"Larry I wanted to leave I did but the baby changed things."

"Did you know you were pregnant when we slept together?"

"N-no I swear I-"

"And what about how much we drank that night? Did you tell the doctor you had gotten drunk within the first month?"

"Larry-"

"No please explain to me how you could be so damn careless. Not just to me but to the baby. And with everything you've told me about that jackass how could you want to raise a kid with him? Do you seriously think he'll get any better? For fucks sake (Y/n) are you really gonna let him treat your kid that bad?"

I truly didn't want to be yelling at her but I couldn't help it I was angry and hurt. Silent tears were cascading down her cheeks falling to the floor. Part of me wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her and stop her tears but the other part of me was focused on the pain in my chest. She didn't bother to wipe her tears away till the door clicked open again. Sebastian stepped out a frown already plastered on his face.

He glared at me in a way animals look at their rivals. It took every ounce of strength I had to not pounce on him, however whether I liked it or not he was still the father of her child. She would need him and that almost angered me even more. "What's going on here?" He asked putting his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders making her flinch. I clenched my jaw shut balling my hands up into fists in my hoodie pockets.

"Nothing. I was just leaving." I scoffed turning to leave. "Wait Larry please." (Y/n) pleaded in a broken voice making me stop in my tracks. "Yeah. Larry (Y/n) hasn't told you the good news yet." He said in an odd voice. I turned to face the two, (Y/n) was looking away fresh tears pooling in her eyes. He had a boastful smile as he lifted up her left hand revealing a small diamond ring.

I like a sharp knife had pierced right into my heart at the sight. (Y/n) couldn't face me but she had tears falling down her face again. "We're engaged. Right after graduation we're getting married and then moving to Santa Fe with my mom." He informed me. "Congrats. You deserve each other really." I spat turning to leave their building. I felt numb but also broken as I made my way home.

What was the point of any of this any more? The girl I'd been in love with since fifth grade was pregnant and engaged to another man. I had truly lost her for good. I hated thinking I had become just another regret to her. Our drunken one night stand was nothing but that to her while I had hoped it would be the first of many times I'd get to be intimate with the girl i loved.

With slumped shoulders and silent tears I made my way into the apartments. Sal would be with Ashley so I knew I could get what I needed from his apartment. I grabbed the bottle of pills petting Gizmo on my way out. Next I went out to the treehouse turning on some of my favorite music taking a seat in a bean bag chair. I sat pondering the whole situation while staring at the bottle of pills now sitting on my shelf.

"She chose him over you." The voice in my head whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to focus on the lyrics and drown out the voice. "They're going to get married, and have their baby and you'll just be a bad memory she wants to forget." The voice continued. I cranked up the music louder pressing my hands to my ears but it was no use. The voice was in my head, and unfortunately it was right.

Finally giving in I quickly scratched a note for mom and Sal. Once it was finished I began taking the pills followed by a swig of Fireball I kept up in my treehouse. I didn't cry or feel angry it was like something inside me was urging me to continue to take the pills. I made sure to include an apology about taking the pills to Sal in my note. Pretty soon there was only a small amount of pills left and I was feeling almost relieved.

As I took the last pill I leaned back in my beanbag chair my eyes landing on a Polaroid of (Y/n) and I. It had been taken by Sal just two weeks before the affair. Despite the drowsiness overwhelming me I picked up the picture a sad weak smile on my face. (Y/n) had a really bad day at school between Sebastian being a dick and apparently having her period, she ended up borrowing my jacket so she could tie her jacket around her waist. That's when it clicked in my head.

I tried to do the math in my head but I was slipping into unconsciousness quicker than I could add. The world began to get darker and darker. The last thing I saw before I passed out was (Y/n)'s beautiful face. I felt like such an idiot. Now both my girl and my baby would be stuck with that monster.

The next thing I knew I was standing across from my own corpse. "No! No I take it back! I'm not ready! I don't want to die!" I screamed at my slumped over body. Black opaque tears began to fall from my eyes never landing on the floor but disappearing mid air. "No you asshole! The babys yours! Wakeup and go save them before it's too late!" I yelled at my corpse. It was too late, I'd truly lost them both for good now because of my issues.

"Larry dear dinner is ready!" I heard my mom call from the ground. My poor mom would he the one to find me rather than Sal or anyone else. I felt even guiltier for leaving my mom alone. First my dad disappears on her now I kill myself? I felt selfish for leaving so may people behind.

"I'm so sorry mom." I whispered unmaterializing so she wouldnt see me. I stood there and listened as she called me once more still not getting any response. She began climbing the treehouse ladder mumbling something if I was asleep up here in this weather she'd kick my ass. My ghostly tears quickened hearing my mom's voice. When she reached the top of she immediately noticed the bottles and my body.

"Oh no oh god! Larry!" She screamed tears falling down her face. She kneeled next to my body her hand reaching up to feel my forehead. I could practically still feel her warmth but she felt how cold my body was. "Someone help! Please oh god be ok Lar Bear!" She screamed through sobs. She turned me on my side trying to get me to vomit.

Henry came running out to the bottom of the treehouse. "Lisa what is it what's wrong?" He asked in the same panicked voice Sal has sometimes. My mom tried and failed getting me to throw up the pills. "Call 911 Henry hurry!" She sobbed. Henry shakily pulled out his phone and ordered for an ambulance to come quickly before joining my mom in the treehouse.

"Oh no Larry." He said in a saddened voice as he knelt down next to mom who was cradling my head in her lap sobbing and taking her fingers through my hair. "My poor Lar bear." She choked out. I kneeled next to them placing my hand on my mom's shoulder making her turn and face where I was confused. I knew she wasnt ready to see me yet but I kept my hand there till the sirens came.

I watched from the treehouse as the loaded my body into a bag and into an ambulance. My mom and Henry went with a couple officers leaving me alone. After rematerializing I debated going into the actual apartments and talking to Megan but before I could I heard someone shouting my name. "Larry? Larry! Did you think that was funny? Because it was a really sick fucking joke." Sal's shaky voice yelled. I looked down to see him climbing up the treehouse.

Taking a deep breath I stood back preparing to deal with a very hurt best friend. When he got up to the treehouse he was shaking and had clearly been crying before. His eyes wondered up and down my ghost form seeing that it was in fact not a joke. "No. Not you. How could do this? How could you leave?" He said through a sob. "I'm sorry Sally Face. I left you and my mom a note. I went to see (y/n) today and Sebastian said they were getting married and moving so I lost it. I felt broken so I came back here to do this." I explained.

He shook his head sadly using his sleeve to wipe under the prosthetic. "I'm sorry Sal the voices got to me. By the time I realized the truth it was too late." I said apologizing. "Realized what truth?" He asked confused. "I found that picture the one you took remember?" I explained pointing towards the picture.

Despite being hurt and angry he leaned down grabbing the Polaroid. "Yeah that's the day you spent like all night cheering up (Y/n) and making her smile as much as you possibly could." He said confused as to why this was important. "Do you remember why I had to give (Y/n) my hoodie even though she's got a flannel around her waist?" I asked pointing to her in the picture. Sal went to speak but before he did his eyes got wide and he looked up to me.

"Oh my god dude!" He yelled shocked. "I know. I'm an asshole and now I'm no better than my dad." I said sadly. For along time I had a constant battle in my head about why my dad had left and why he didnt want me. Now here I was abandoning my baby and (Y/n). It made me hate myself even more to think about.

"But Larry you have to stop her from going!"

"How the hell do I do that when I'm stuck here? Not to mention, what would I say 'oh hey i know I'm dead and all but since you're pregnant with my baby you should stay in town and not marry that fuck head of a boyfriend of yours."

"You have to do something Larry. I mean she can actually see you and the baby will able to too."

"You're right as always little dude. Just hopefully she'll come over here after I was so horrible."

Not even minutes later we could here someone calling for both Sal and I. The voice was sad and scared but i recognized it immediately. "Go ahead hide for a second I'll try to break it to her." Sal said. I nodded unmaterializing as Sal and I made our way down from the treehouse it seemed like I could only go as far as the ground underneath the treehouse. The sight of (Y/n) almost hurt worse than that of my mom.

Her eyes were red and puffy and she had tear streaks down her slightly pink cheeks. She had a hand on her stomach the other clutching the necklace that had been a birthday present from me. I'd recognize the guitar pick anywhere it had been one I'd gotten at a Santiy's fall concert that she'd been to sick to go to. "Tell me it's not true Sal. Tell me it wasnt him." She pleaded crying. Sal pulled off his mask before comfortingly grabbing one of her hands.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). But you should know he loved you so much." Sal said as she gradually lost it more at his words. She began shaking her head her other hand covering her mouth. "No! No no it's not true it's not true!" She cried out sinking to the ground. My heart ached and screamed for me to hold her but I knew I couldn't yet. Sal crouched down next to her placing a gentle hand on her back.

"(Y/n) do you remember what Larry and I told you about this place. About how we showed you Megan?" He asked trying to ease her into the subject. She looked up sniffling thinking for a brief minute. "About the ghosts? I thought we made all that stuff up." She said tears still falling down her precious face. Sal shook his head before answering "it was all real Megan was real. If you die in this building you stay here. Larry is still here." He told her. She let out another small sob.

"Where is he?" She asked looking towards the treehouse. I took a deep breath and materialized making her eyes widen in shock and she stood up quickly. "I'll give you some time alone." Sal said excusing himself. I turned my stare to the ground I couldn't look at her knowing what I had done. "Oh Larry. I'm so sorry this is all my fault." She said sadly. I finally looked up at her meeting her sad eyes.

"No I'm sorry. I was an asshole. A jealous fucking asshole and I'm so sorry."

"Larry theres something you should know. About-"

"The babys mine isnt it?"

She nodded and I felt myself begin to weep again. I fell to my knees the pain of this whole situation hitting me again. She moved in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist letting my head barely lean against her stomach. Her arms hovering around my neck. I sobbed into her stomach till I felt something gently nudge my cheek.

I looked up to face (Y/n) confused but she gave me a weak smile moving my hand to her stomach placing hers next to mine. "She's kicking." She whispered. Sure enough I felt the smallest little nudge once again. My face broke out into a grin. "She? I have a daughter?" I asked happily. She nodded giggling "Yes Larry we're gonna have a little girl."

My grin only got bigger as I stood up pulling her into as much of a hug as I could manage. "I fucking love you (y/n). I know i can't really be what you need considering I'm a ghost but I want to be a part of your life and our little girl's life." I told her pulling away from the hug but continuing to hold her hands. When I looked down I saw her hand no longer had a ring. "I want that too bear. I told Sebastian earlier it was over. That I wanted to be with my baby's actual father. He yelled and threatened me but I had already packed up my stuff and left. I was heading here when the ambulances passed me. I asked someone out front and they told me the young stoner Overdosed in the treehouse." She said frowning. "I'll have Sal fix my note to mom so she knows about you." I told her knowing despite my moms broken heart she would love to take care of her grandbaby and sort of daughter in law.

"Does Lisa know about any of this? Or about you still being here?" She asked. "No I haven't talked to her about it yet. She asked why you weren't coming over anymore I just told her you were back with him. And I dont think shes ready to see me just yet." I explained making her nod her head. Sal came back out his prosthetic back on but I could tell he too had been crying. "Hey Sal can you grab my note from the treehouse I need to have you change something." I asked smiling at my best friend. He smiled back climbing the treehouse before returning with the note and a pen.

"Tell my mom what happened, that I thought I was losing them both and how much I really longed for (y/n) to be mine and the baby to be mine. And add that Henry was the best step dad I could have asked for." I told him. He scribbled everything down as close to my handwriting as he could get before folding the note back up. "(Y/n) you can stay with me tonight if you'd like and go to Lisa's tomorrow." Sal told (Y/n). She turned back towards me smiling softly. "I'd ask to stay in the treehouse with you but I take it you won't want me climbing up there and everything. I laughed shaking my head. "I'll be watching over you dont worry." I promised.

~your pov~

The next morning I made my way down to Lisa's apartment with a lasagna I had picked up the stuff to have Sal help with. From the outside of the door I could hear Lisa's soft crying coming from inside. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. After a couple minutes the door opened to reveal Henry. "You hang out with the boys, (Y/n) right?" He asked observing my growing belly. I forced myself to nod with a smile before answering "Yeah Hi Mr. Fisher. I wanted to bring this by for Lisa."

A moment later Lisa appeared next to Henry. "(Y/n) sweetheart come in." She sniffled offering me a broken smile. Henry let me in and took the lasagna to the kitchen for me. Lisa pulled me into a hug holding me tightly. She was wearing her pajamas but with one of Larry's jackets on. "He loved you so much dear I hope you know that." She said with a small sob.

"I know Lisa. I loved him too. I'm so sorry this is my fault. If I had just told him the truth about the baby, or if I hadn't been so scared of Sebastian he'd still be here. I'm so so sorry." I choked out feeling myself break down into tears again. Lisa pulled away pushing some of my hair back. "Now dont you talk like that Larry wouldn't want you blaming yourself or stressing about his actions. We'll all miss him of course but he wouldnt want you to be in so much pain in this state. He loved you and if you're saying what I think you are he would have loved this baby too. It's not your fault you were in an impossible situation." She told me sternly. I nodded trying to wipe away some of the tears. "The babys a girl. I wanted so badly to go tell Larry when I found that out. But Sebastian said if I talked to him there wouldn't be a baby to talk about." I admitted making Lisa frown before smiling and putting a comforting arm around me as we sat on the couch.

"Where are you staying dear?" She asked taking a sip from a mug on the coffee table. "I stayed with Sal last night once I found out about Larry. I was coming over here to talk to him about our baby but I got here too late." I sniffled. I pulled the picture from my pocket, I had brought a copy of the ultrasound picture for Lisa. She smiled grabbing the picture. "Is this her?" She asked. I nodded smiling at the picture of my daughter and her granddaughter.

"I hope she has Larry's eyes." I sighed. "Hopefully she doesn't have his nose. My father gave him that nose and he hated it. I cant imagine it's a trait he'd want to pass on." Lisa said with a pained laugh. "Oh god yeah. I kinda hope she does. It'd be like having a little Larry running around." I laughed. "What if you moved into Larry's room? I couldn't stand the idea of getting rid of his things or donating any of it." She suggested looking up from the photo. "Are you sure I dont want to impose Lisa especially with everything that's happened." I asked. She shook her head smiling. "Of course dear. I could use more family right now." She smiled.

~Third person pov~

Over the next couple months you lived happily with Lisa helping her around the house while she helped you with baby stuff. You spent most of your time after school hanging out with Larry in the treehouse. Sal and Lisa went with you to your appointments. Sal would take his walkie and let Larry listen in each time. Of course when you'd get back you'd go straight to him and talk to him about it anyways. As the baby was born and got older Larry was an amazing father in your opinion. He was always there for you and your child.

~Lex💛

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brightlycoloredteacups · 6 years

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@ivartheboneme:...I apologize in advance.

Brynhilda and the Murder Couple

When you’re a professional hitman, sometimes you get into sticky situations. When this happens, having a professional freight-train as your backup was much appreciated. Unfortunately, Ivar’s cavalry wasn’t coming. It’s been nearly a year since Brynhilda left, and damned if he didn’t curse her at least once a day.

He can’t tell how long he’s been tied up, but he knows his face is on fire from the beatings. Of course, the problem with sending thugs to interrogate someone is that thugs have no imagination. They just know how to hit things. For someone who’s used to pain, it doesn’t inspire a willingness to talk. Proper torture methods on the other hand…it doesn’t matter at this point. He feels his restraints loosening up when there’s a commotion outside.

Gunfire. A lot of gunfire. He sits and listens to the cacophony. It seems like one smaller gun against a lot of bigger guns. He rolls his eyes, a cop fight, really? Now? He struggles with his ropes all the harder, he can’t get caught by the cops again, Ylva would be pissed. There’s only so many times you can shrug and say ‘I’m a cripple’.

He just has the last of his binds undone when the door is dramatically kicked open. He freezes, awaiting his fate. A figure sweeps the room with their gun, lowers it, then steps into the harsh glow of the halogen light. “Brynhilda!” He called, reaching for her. She gives him a terse smile and walks towards him. “We don’t have much time, I only managed to take down a few guar-, you’re hugging me, why are you hugging me?” She’d helped him stand on his feet, but he had other plans. Enveloping her in his arms, “Because I missed you, dumbass.” He muttered, hugging her tighter and burying his face in her hair.

Ivar expects a sharp comment, an insult, something that smacks of Brynhilda’s world famous snark. But all he gets is a resigned sigh and her arms wrapping around his waist. She’s actually reciprocating his hug? An odd sort of glee runs through him. Gods this is sickening. “I missed you too, stupid idiot.”

She’s the first one to pull back, “Look, we don’t have long, I only took out a few guards. Their backup will be here anytime, so let’s go.” Ivar nods. Brynhilda leads him out of the small room and into the hallway. He smiles, yup, this is her signature. Messy hallway, people half alive. “You’re shooting hasn’t improved.”

“Shut up.” She mumbles, leading him to lean on the wall. She bends down and hands him a gun. “I couldn’t find your crutches,” She says, throwing his arm around her shoulder again. They begin to walk as fast as Ivar can manage. Usually, their trips out of trouble are silent, this time, Ivar is much too curious. “Where did you go? What have you been up to? Why did you go? Are you ok? What happened? Where have you been?”

Brynhilda mutters for him to shut up. “Not until you tell me if you’re better now.” She looks up at him, her famous, ‘I want to tell you but I’m not going to’ face on. “No,” She answers. “But that’s not important right now.” Ivar bites his tongue as they continue through the labyrinth. Ivar does stop to admire a body half hanging out of the window. “That’s particularly inspired.” He mutters. Brynhilda huffs, “I’m working through some issues.”

“But putting morons through a window?”

“I can always put you through a window.” She snaps. Ivar smirks, “You haven’t changed a bit.”

They don’t say much as they make their way about. They push open the back door, home free…or so they hoped. Brynhilda shoves Ivar to the ground as a hail of bullets pepper the building behind them. They scramble for cover. You’d think common street thugs would get smarter as time passes, but now. Instead of laying down a constant fire, rotating when someone has to reload, everyone just shoots all at one, then reloads, allowing them to pick off idiots one by one.

It’s as if Brynhilda had never left. Without talking, without coordination, each knows what needs to be done. They spend all of five minutes working away at the group. There’s several to still pick through when a screeching of tires distracts them. Brynhilda and Ivar watch as a car comes careening through the alley, mowing over the rest of goons. “What the hell is that?” Ivar asks. “Our ride,” Brynhilda mutters. She dives for Ivar and throws him over his shoulder. “Put me down!” He bellows. She runs to the car and shoves him in the back seat. Getting in with him, she snarls the word ‘go’ to the mystery driver.

They go careening out of the alley. “Where to boss?” A tiny voice asks. “Anywhere but here.” Brynhilda instructs. They car takes off, tires squealing once more. Ivar situates himself in the back seat, buckling up. As he settles, he gets a good view of the driver. “Brynhilda?”

“What, Ivar?”

“Why is there a two-year-old driving the car?”

“Hey!” The kid speaks up, “I’m ten and three eighths thank you very much!” Ivar looks at Brynhilda as if she’d lost her damn mind. “What?” She asks.

“You’re employing a CHILD now?”

“Being employed would insinuate that I’m being paid, which I’m not,” The kids says. Brynhilda knees the back of the seat. “I feed you, don’t I?”

“Fair enough.”

“It’s a CHILD.” Ivar points out. Brynhilda looks at him. “Don’t judge me,” She snaps. “It’s been a rough year.” Ivar’s mouth clicks shut. The Brynhilda he knew wouldn’t be asking a child to do something that would get them killed. He trusted her to know what she was doing. He gives the kid his address. “No,” Brynhilda snaps. “We’re going to The Odd Spot.”

“We’re going home.” Ivar snaps. “Ivar,” Brynhilda growls. “Ylva misses you.” Brynhilda glares at him, “Don’t.”

“I miss you.”

“Stop.”

“I have a daughter now,” Ivar says, reaching into his pocket. He shoves a crumpled photo of Dagny into Brynhilda’s chest. “Her name is-”

“If you say one more word,” She snarls. “I will punt you out of this car and leave you.”

Ivar settles back into the seat and turns away from her, fuming. This was not how he wanted this to go. He wished he had Ylva’s persuasion, but he didn’t. “At least explain one thing to me.” He says. “If this is about me leaving,” Brynhilda says, the warning in her voice evident. “How did you find me?”

“Like I said, it’s been a rough year.” Ivar rolls his eyes, that isn’t an answer. He wants to push her, but knows better. She may have missed him, but that didn’t mean she’d continue to tolerate his attitude.

The kid parks at The Odd Spot and cuts the engine. “We have arrived at our destination.” Brynhilda slips from the car, rushing around the other side to help Ivar. “Come on Taco,” She says. “I’ll get you some pizza.” The kids whoops in excitement and rushes out of the car, they throw the keys to Brynhilda, and rush inside.

She shuffles Ivar in, asks for a booth, and sets Ivar down. She then takes Taco, breaks a fifty into ones, and sets him lose on the place. There aren’t many kids here tonight, it’s a weekday. The arcade style of the restaurant irritates Ivar, but watching Brynhilda watch Taco alleviates the irritation. He sips silently at his soda, sure he’s going to catch some sort of illness from the greasy feel of the glass, and wonders about what his friend had been up to. “Lars says he’ll be here in an hour.” Brynhilda tells him. He grunts. “Where did you meet the kid?”

Brynhilda groans and puts her elbows on the table. “I fell back on old habits,” She admits. “got mixed up with the wrong sort of people.”

“Don’t tell me you have another Boggvir situation.” She shakes her head. “No, nothing like that. Almost, but I recognized the signs this time. Got them before they got me,” She shrugs. “The kid was some street rat they used to peddle drugs. Smart as hell, wasted potential.”

“What about the parents?” Brynhilda glares at Ivar. “You don’t think I just fucking jacked a kid, do you?”

“No,” Ivar says reasonably. “But did you at least try to find the parents?”

“I didn’t try, I succeeded. Left Taco there for a night. Next day, I find him hunched up in an alley, beaten to hell. The fuck was I supposed to do?”

“Adopt him and kill his parents.” Ivar says matter-of-factly. Brynhilda throws her hands in the air as if to say, ‘thank you’. “He lives with his aunt now, much nicer person, still a bit dodgy.”

Ivar nods, not paying attention, he’s too busy trying to think of ways to bring her back home. It’s when she looks at him head on he starts paying attention. “I think you should wait awhile before taking another job.” He leans forward. “Why?”

“You seriously think tonight was an accident? You’re smarter than that.”

“Are you saying someone is targeting me?” He hisses. Panic sets in, what if they get to his family. “She’s a new comer,” Brynhilda explains patiently, “Small time fish wanting to make a big name for herself. Thinks if she kills you, she’s untouchable.” Ivar purses his lips. Unlikely, there was a network of hitmen in the area. They got jobs from a central hub, and that hub had rules. One of them was no killing other hitmen. Kept the peace apparently.

“What aren’t you telling me?” He asks, suddenly uneasy. Brynhilda sighs and looks at her drink. “You?” Ivar says. “This woman sent you?” Brynhilda looks up at him sheepishly. He can’t believe this. “Brynhilda,” He says. “I know we’ve had our differences but-”

“I hate that you took Ylva away from me.” Ivar’s mouth snaps shut. He had Ylva first. “She was my only friend and you constantly got in the way. All she ever does is talk about you, it’s always you.”

“Brynhilda,” He tries. But there’s something off, she’s stiff, wooden. Even so, there are tears running down her face, and her bottom lip is trembling. “I hate you, and I hate your baby.” This is wrong, this is so wrong. Why save him, only to kill him? He hears the telltale click of a gun being cocked. “Brynhil-” It goes off and he jumps. The unthinkable has happened, Brynhilda has just shot him.

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