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Hii! just wanted to ask for a smutty fic w lester sinclair? If you can :D thankss
Hayloft:
CW: Smut and gore.
Your heart pounded in your chest, your feet aching like they never had before. Your shoes were long forgotten, and your toes bled as they hit the pavement. Each step carried you further away from the dreaded town, but little did you know you were running closer to your doom. Lester figured you might run, he wasn't as stupid as people made him out to be.
He was a Sinclair Brother, after all, none were without their faults. He learned from the best, Bo and Vincent each having their pull over the younger boy. Lester may not have had Bo's looks, but he had his intellect and boyish charm. And he learned to appreciate art from vincent, letting it reflect in his taxidermy. He took great care in preserving the animals, like how Vincent preserved his own victims.
But Lester was a man who grew bored easily. He grew tired of little animals and moved on to bigger prey. Bo was surprised when he brought home his first Cayotte, proud of his little brother for his dedication. But even that grew tiresome eventually. So he evolved once more, joining his brothers in their taste of flesh.
So this brought us back to you. You weren't his first by any means, but you were special, you were different. You didn't run at first, Lester even made a bet with Bo about how long it would take you to come to your senses. You fell for it, you truly did, but nobody could blame you. Lester had mastered the art of manipulation, he was the perfect gentleman at first. A little rough around the edges, and in desperate need of a shower, but you never minded.
At first, you'd always remind him, take him by the hand at the end of a long day and lead him to the shower. Sometimes you swore, he even did it on purpose, enjoying the intimate time you spent together. Somedays it would be peaceful, the two of you enjoying each other's company in an intimate silence, letting the water wash over your aching bones. But other days, he was desperate and rough with you. Slamming you against the wall in a passionate display. Not even really caring about the shower in the slightest. But you told yourself it was ok, he didn't mean to be rough with you, he just loved you so much.
You observed it in his taxidermy, how he'd get so into it he'd forget to come up for air. You knew he could become a little self-absorbed in a task. So it gave you butterflies when he gave you the same attention. The minor bruising and bloody lips were worth it, a confident display of his lust for you. Sometimes he even showed you off like a trophy, letting his brothers know exactly who you belong to. It made you feel wanted, so you ignored the red flags.
If you look at the world through rose-coloured lenses, all the red flags just look like flags. You didn't notice his growing obsession with you until it was too late. He'd already sunk his teeth in, both literally and metaphorically. The seed had been planted, long ago, sprouting into something toxic and dangerous. You had just left town, only for a few days. You had work to do, and your boss called for a conference in the next town over. You were annoyed, but you didn't think much of it.
But Lester was fuming, even Bo and Vincent were concerned with their brother's behaviour when you were gone. He'd grown more irritated, snapping at Bo at any chance he got. He'd even broken one of Vincent's old wax figures in a fit of rage. His first, the girl was pretty, but not like you. He'd asked Vincent to preserve her, wanting to keep her as some sort of trophy for this effort. But now looking at her, in your absence, made him sick. No other woman was worth his time. He only wanted you.
You'd gotten a cryptic text from Bo, asking when you'd be back home. He rarely ever texted just to chat, so this should have struck you as odd. But you ignored the fluttering feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Bo was always irritated about something Lester was doing, why would this time be any different? But oh, how wrong you were.
You'd barely even made it through the door, setting down your suitcase before Lester exploded on you.
"You said you'd only be gone for three days! It's been nine!" He seethed.
You could see him shaking, in a lame attempt to hold back his rage. But you were tired and exhausted.
"I know, I'm sorry, My boss needed me to stay longer. Someone fucked something up, and as always I had to fix it."
You sighed, keeping your voice level as you spoke, attempting to keep the peace. You just wanted his comfort right now, exhausted from all your hard work. But it was clear that wasn't going to happen.
"You expect me to believe that? You go on a trip alone with your boss and you want me to think all you did was work."
You were dumbfounded, you never gave him reason to think you'd be unfaithful. Sure, your boss did flirt with you from time to time, but you shut that down quickly. Letting him know just how inappropriate it was.
"I can't believe you right now!" You raised your voice, exasperated.
Big mistake.
"Really sweetheart, you're the one upset with me right now? Have I not given you everything?"
"Of course!"
"And this is how you repay me, sneaking fo with some low-life city boy."
"There was no sneaking Lester! Where is this coming from? I've never, ever given you a reason to doubt my love for you. Do you know how much this hurts me to hear you say that?"
"Maybe you deserve to be hurt."
That was it, that was your last straw. You pushed past him into the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. You'd stripped yourself of your clothes, engaging in your usual ritual of taking a shower to relax. Except for this time, it would be without your Boyfriend. Someone you'd contemplated making your fiance recently. You weren't really working the full time you were in the city, your boss gave you time to sneak away into the stores. And you'd happened upon the perfect ring for Lester. A simply gold band with a malachite embedded in it.
You were a member of the faith, believing in multiple gods and the higher powers of the universe. Malachite was a strong stone, a good energy absorber. It brought with it healing and protection. Something you wanted for your boyfriend. You got dressed after leaving the shower. You flipped the box over in your hands, contemplating what you should do. Of course, you were hurt, but you still loved him. Maybe this would be the perfect way to patch things up.
The house was quiet, a little too quiet. Lester was nowhere to be found. The house still smelt like hi though. You picked up the blanket of the couch and held it tight to your chest, taking in a deep breath. It smelt like his favourite beer, old cigarettes and lemons. You always found it weird that Lester smelt like a ripe lemon. You don't know how long you were there on the couch, but you must have fallen asleep at some point. You awoke to the sound of the front door opening, and Jonsey's collar jingling as they pranced into the house.
You stretched, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and Lester had to admit you looked adorable like this. It was one of the things he loved most about you! As you gained your bearings, your heart dropped in your chest. You expected to see Lester, claimed down from his earlier tirade, but what you saw was much worse. Your boyfriend stood before you, covered in a thin film of blood. Your eyes widened comically large. At first, you thought he was hurt, you frantically got up from the couch and donate don him. But the smirk on his face rubbed you the wrong way.
You grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him close, checking for any wounds.
"Baby, what happened?" You asked, worry clear in your tone.
You weren't expecting him to chuckle darkly.
"Oh look at you, all worried. It's cute."
His voice had a deeper tone than usual, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
"Darling, I don't understand. Are you not hurt?"
"Don't worry my little cupcake, none of it's mine."
You pulled away from him, taking a few slow steps back as realization hit you.
"What did you just say?" Your voice wavered, giving away your fear.
Lester revelled in it, he could practically see your heart hammering in your chest from where he stood. It made ehis head spin, seeing you afraid like this. The blood rushes to a certain appendage. His grin only grew wider as he took a step forward.
"I said it wasn't mine. I had to let my anger out somehow sugar plum, I didn't want to hurt y'a, scar that pretty skin of yours."
"Don't come near me!" You demanded.
Your voice grew small, disappearing into nothing.
"What. afraid of the consequences of your actions sweetness? You made me do this. The poor little old lady who works down at the corner store is dead because of you. Well, that and she couldn't keep her mouth shut, trying to interfere with our relationship."
"I said don't come near me!" you shouted.
A long whistle left Lester's mouth as he called Jonsey to his side. You inched toward the door, but he wasn't stupid, he knew you'd make a run for it. You looked down at your dog as its eyes were trained on yours. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You made a break for it, not daring to look back, knowing it would only slow you down. And that's how you ended up barefoot, running down the street as your lover and his mutt chased after you.
Lester loved the thrill of the chase, he knew this town better than you did. there were booby traps laid all over the place, by yours truly. You made a break for the woods, not caring that the terrain would only serve to tear up your feet more. At least it would give you cover, there was a barn a little over a mile out, you could hide there. Jonesy was hot on your trial, it was hard to outrun a dog. As they nipped at your heel, you tried your best to pick up the pace, but it was clear you wouldn't be able to lose them.
You fought with yourself internally over your options, you didn't want to hurt Jonsey, they were your baby, but right now it was killed, or be killed. You picked up a rock from the forest floor and armed yourself with it. As you turned, Jonsye lunged at you, you brought the rock down on the dog's skull, hearing a sickening crack. It broke your heart, you didn't think they were dead, but it certainly put them out of commission. the thin layer of blood now on your fingers made you feel sick. You wasted no time, dropping the rock and continuing to run away.
Lester called out for his dog, trying to follow them after you. He heard the sound of whimpers and quickly rushed to their side. He could decide if he was proud of you, for being able to do something like this, or if he was enraged.
"It's ok Jonsey, stay put girl, I'll get you some help once I find your mommy ok?"
He pet the dog, their fur sticky with blood. Jonsey was strong, they'd received worse injuries while hunting with Lester. The vet could fix them up with no problem, or Lester would have their head. He went in the only direction he could think you would run in, out to the old barn. As the building got in his sight, he reached for the pistol he had under his shirt, tucked in his belt.
"Oh little Song Bird, where are you?"
He called out into the open space of the barn. You remained hidden, trying to slow your breathing as to not give away your location. His footsteps echoed loudly in your ear. Drowning out the sound of your own heartbeat.
"I'm not gonna hurt y'a, I just wanna talk."
But you didn't believe him. You couldn't believe any of this, your Lester, your sweet, funny Lester was a killer. And now you were his target. Your heart betrayed you, as you let out a quiet sob, just loud enough to give away your position. You were up in the hayloft. He crept up the ladder, knowing full well there was nowhere else for you to run. There was only one way down, and he was blocking it unless of course you just jumped. But he didn't think you were crazy enough to do that. Not yet at least, but maybe you would be when he was finished with you.
"Boo! Found Y'a!" He declared as if you were playing a simple game of hide and seek.
You flinched back, into the stack of hay behind you. Your eyes quickly found their way to the gun, which quickly found its way to your head.
"Now, you're not going to run away from me again are you Puddin?"
Lester asked in that sweet voice that used to get you so high.
You shook your head, the barrel pressing into your temple as you did so. A small wince left your mouth.
"Good girl! Now, what you did to Jonsey wasn't very nice. I'm afraid we might have to put them down because of you." He condescended..
The tears finally fell, the overwhelming feeling sinking in. He used his spare hand to wipe the tears from your eyes. You tried to pull away but he wouldn't let you.
"Hush now sweet girl, I'm not going to hurt you as long as you behave."
Fear was one thing, but seeing you cry made him feel gross inside. He hated seeing you sad. He couldn't comprehend that he was the reason for your tears. He gentle pulled you in for a hug, stroking your hair lovingly.
"It's ok, it's over now. I'm not angry anymore ok? Why don't we go home and get Jonsey some help yeah?"
"There is no home, Lester..."
He pulled away, biting back his anger.
"You're coming home with me. And you're gonna make it up to me. You've made today very difficult, and you've been a very bad girl."
"Why did you do it?" You asked.
You knew there was no way you'd make it out of this, not alive if you didn't try to talk things over.
"Why did I do what?"
"Everything! Why did you lie to me, Lester? Why did you make me fall in love with you?" You sounded so defeated.
You still loved him, despite everything. Of course, you were sacred, but that was mostly for lack of understanding. he sprung this all on you, and just expected you to be ok with it. As if like some sick act of fate, the ring box fell from your pocket. Lester got distracted by it, starting at it in question. He picked it up and looked at it.
"What's this now?" He asked.
Your voice was suddenly caught in your throat, no matter how many times you opened your mouth to speak, you couldn't bring yourself to explain. He took your silence, as disobedience and growled slightly, opening the box. But all anger left his face as he looked at it.
"A ring? What did your boss give this to you? Is that why you were hiding it?"
You shook your head no.
"Then what? Use your words, pretty girl!"
"It's yours." You blurted out.
"What?"
"I got it for you, well, the version of you that I knew. I was gonna ask you to be mine, forever..."
You could see the cogs turning in his brain, it was almost like he was short-circuiting.
"You want to marry me?" He asked.
All malleus had left his tone, the gun in his hand long forgotten as he dropped it. You debated reaching for it, but you knew that was a stupid move. You didn't want to hurt him anyways, what would you do with a gun?
"I don't know anymore." You said honestly.
You plopped down on the floor, pulling your knees into your chest and looking up at him.
"I didn't mean to lie to you, you know?" He admitted. "Bo told me not to tell you, that we'd scare you off if you knew what we did in our spare time. I guess he was right, and I couldn't risk looking at you."
God, how did those words sound so romantic coming out of his mouth? He was talking about killing people like it was a hobby, and you were over here blushing.
"It's not fair you know?" You started.
He didn't dare interrupt, knowing you had to have this conversation.
"You didn't even let me decide for myself. You took that choice away from me Lester!" You said frustrated.
"Like you would have gone out with me if you knew that I was a killer. From a god-damn family of killers."
"That's my decision, Lester! Not yours. You startled me today alright? Now I don't agree with what you did, but I can admire the fact that you did it because you didn't want to hurt me. It means you still care, that this whole relationship wasn't a total lie. Do you still love me?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then why would you cause me of doing something so hurtful? You know damn well I would never let my boss lay his hands on me. I was out picking you that damn ring." You admitted.
Lester moved suddenly, and you had no time to react. He picked you up bridal style and began to carry you back to the house, much to your protest. When you passed Jonsey your heart dropped slightly, that had to be painful. But much to your surprise, the dog followed after you, albeit slowly. You didn't talk the whole way back, just letting your emotions fester, and your thoughts clear. Lester kicked open the front door and brought you to your shared bedroom. He threw you down on the bed.
It seemed words weren't going to work, so he'd have to show you just how much he loved you. You watched in silence as he slid the ring onto his finger, the perfect fit.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna show you just how much you matter to me if you'll have me?" He asked.
You gave him a small nod. You were unsure about so much, but your heart wanted what it wanted. You'd have to work out all the kinks in your relationship later. Maybe this was something you could look past. He crawled on top of the bed, caging you between his strong arms. You looked up at him, your brain taking a back seat as instincts took over. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hesitant, yet passionate kiss.
He was letting you be in control right now, despite how desperate he was to devour you entirely. He fought against his primal urges, taking the back seat. You deepened the kiss, bringing your knee up to brush against his crotch. A groan left his lips and you smirked. You still had such an effect over him, you'd barely touched him and he was already putty in your hands. You brought your hand down to replace your knee, palming him through his jeans. He ground down on your hand, in desperate need of friction, but you stopped pulling away. He looked at you like a kicked puppy.
"You know it's funny, you keep telling me how much of a bad girl I've been today, but never stopped to think how much of a bad boy you've been." You teased.
He rolled his eyes, looking down at you with needy anticipation.
"What are you going to do, punish me?" He joked back.
"You know what, I just might."
He raised a brow at you, and you crossed your arms over your chest.
"OH really?"
"Uh huh, on your knees Lester Sinclair."
When he didn't move you raised your voice.
"Did I stutter?"
"No Ma'am"
"Then be a good boy, and get on your knees."
He slowly crawled back off the bed, not breaking eye contact with you as he got down onto the floor. You moved to the edge of the bed, the edge of your dress rolling up and exposing your thigh. Lester hadn't taken note of the fact that you weren't wearing underwear this whole time. Another thing you forgot in your haste, and god were you now glad you did. You watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat, licking at his lips.
"You gonna tell me how sorry you are?"
"I'm sorry for insulting you were some filthy whore." He said quickly.
You chuckled at his choice of words, considering what the two of you were currently doing.
"And?"
"And I'm sorry for killing that lady and blaming it on you. There, happy?" He asked getting a little annoyed.
"I'd be a lot happier if you stopped talking and put your mouth to better use." You mused seductively.
Lester didn't need to be told twice. He used his hand to roll up the hem of your skirt even more. He placed slow, painful kisses up your thighs, letting out a small sorry in between each one. The desperation in his voice was making you unbelievably wet already. You knew he was teasing you, his way of getting back at you for easier, but still technically obeying you. This is where some of his smarts came in, he was always looking for loopholes. You swore if he had the money, he could become a Lawyer with no problem if he applied himself.
"Stop messing around Sinclair!" You warned.
You knew it got him going when you referred to him by only his last name. It made him feel superior to his brothers somehow like he was the only Sinclair in your world. But it did exactly what you wanted it to do, Lester was clicked to dive between your legs. Lapping up the slick that had already accumulated there. He ate you out like a starved man, and he was amazing at it. Something you were sure he'd brag to his brothers about if you hadn't drawn that boundary.
Each stroke of his tongue made your heart flutter, and your eyes roll back. You tried your best not to touch him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. After all the pent-up anger and fear from the day, you were in heaven just letting your brain melt at his touch. Not a single thought running through your head. If this was his plan to make you forgive him, it was already working. You could die happy with his face between your thighs. And he'd told you many times, he could do the same, with your legs crushing him.
But you lost the battle, your hands snaking their way into his hair, ripping off his stupid hat. You swore he looked ten times sexier without it on. He moaned against your clit, and that was nearly enough to send you over the edge. Your toes were curling and that familiar knot was growing in your stomach.
"Fuck me!" you exclaimed.
"Already am sweet cunt, unless you'd prefer I do it the proper way." He quipped.
You glared at him, upset at the lack of contact.
"Eat me out like a real man, and then we can talk." You dared.
Lester was attracted to this more playful and demanding side of you. He'd never seen it before. He was used to always being the dominant one, but he didn't mind the role switch. Something about your commanding tone made his dick twitch. He wanted, no need to be inside of you so badly. So he did what any good man could do, he made you cum six times on his tongue, swallowing every once of your juices. If there was one thing about Lester, he was not one to be wasteful.
By the end of it, you were pleading for him to stop, the overstimulation causing tears to brim in your eyes. he crawled back on top of you, pushing you down on the bed and pinning your hands above your head. He was done playing your little slave. He was able to pin you down with just one hand alone. He used the other one to wipe the tears from your face again.
"Awww, is my little baby tired already? I know you can do better than that!" He encouraged.
Normally you hated when he was demeaning with you in bed, but right now you couldn't think straight. I mean, you were excusing murder levels of not being able to think straight.
"I- I can't"
"Oh come on sugar, I know you got more in ya. Or is my dumb whore growing weak on me? To stupid for my cock?"
Now you were growing frustrated.
"Just fuck me already you coward."
His grin was the widest you'd ever seen it. He was quick to pull down his trousers, you helping him out because it wasn't quite fast enough. You stared at his dick for a moment, you hadn't realized just how hard you'd gotten him. His smirk somehow got even bigger.
"Like what you see?" he said cockily.
"You're lucky I'm still mad at you right now or I swear to god I'd abuse you like you did to me."
"Oh, I'm counting on it, sweetheart."
He gave you no warning as he sheathed himself inside your already swollen cunt. The pain caused you to bite down on your lip, drawing a little blood. As if to say sorry, Lester bent down to give you a kiss, sucking at the sore spot, lapping up the blood. Something about it was so sensual, that you'd only just now remembered he was still covered in someone else's blood. You'd let a psychopath go down on you, and now he was inside you, no rubber or anything.
"You look so perfect with your lips covered in blood." He complimented.
You could tell it was sincere, he began to rut into you, hitting the perfect spot every time. You didn't even care that your head was smashing against the headboard from how hard he was fucking you. The bruises would be long forgotten by the morning. You could tell he was getting close when his stoke got sloppy, and his words became nonsensical. It was kinda cute how he would spew a companion of compliments and insults, mindlessly running them together.
"Les." You tried to get his attention, but he wasn't listening.
"Lester you're not wearing anything." You muttered.
"You put a ring on it, darling, I'm going to breed you like the little slut that you are." He mused.
Your eyes widened a little, but you weren't opposed to the idea. You couldn't think straight right now either, chasing your seventh organ of the night.
"You'd look so hot, all swollen with my baby inside of you."
You were blushing like mad now, where was this coming from all of a sudden? You and Lester had never talked about ageing kids before. It was kind of an unspoken agreement, that he and his brother never wanted to be parents. Too afraid they'd fuck up their kids like their parents did to them. Your trait of thought was broken when you felt him cum inside you, the earth spreading and causing butterflies to explode in your stomach. You milked every once of semun out of his swollen cock, with how tightly you were gripping him. You felt your final orgasm rush over you, your eyes rolling back as you attempted to catch your breath.
Lester collapsed onto you, out of breath, rolling you over so you were now on top of him. You let out a squeal of surprise. You looked down are his sweaty form, placing your hands down on his firm chest. His eyes were closed as he caught his breath. But the second they opened, they were trained on yours. You broke the tender moment, your tongue moving before your brain could catch up.
"You know we still have to talk about earlier, right?"
"You really want to think about that old hag while your eight inches deep on my cock right now?" He questioned, slightly amused.
You smacked his chest playfully.
"Fine, I'll cut you a deal, I'll ride you as many times as you want tonight if you answer all my questions."
"Mmmm, how sexy of you, My Love."
You rolled your eyes, lifting yourself off of him, but his hands clamped down on your hips, pulling you back down. it was hard enough o bite into the delicate flesh there.
"Fine, but you're in for a long night sweetheart."
"Oh, I'm counting on it" You mimicked his earlier words.
An: Sorry this took me so long to get to, I've been insanely busy. But I hope you enjoyed more of a Yandere Lester. I'm used to writing sweet little baby, Les, so this was tons of fun!
Just a reminder, you guys can ask for any kind of fic at any time on here. We’d be happy to write for you. You can request from either one of us or both of us! We appreciate the support. But since there are no current suggestions, this one is for Moth and me. I’m testing out my new first name/ potential nickname in this. But I hope you guys enjoy reading it anyways.
Moth sat upright in the front seat, his feet up on the dashboard and their arm lazily on the window sill. Frances had told them many times this wasn't safe, but he never wanted to listen. Frances was a worry wort, always taking care of everyone else. But this personality trait wasn't very appreciated in college groups. So they remained quiet.
The car suddenly started to slow down, the sound of the engine sputtering catching everyone's attention. The man driving pulled over to the side of the road and got out. The two vapid college girls on either side of Frances got out to, doating over the boy.
"What's wrong with it?" One of them asked.
The boy shoved her back, not in the mood for her stupid questions. Moth and Frances looked at each other and snickered under their breath. Moth spun in his seat now, turning his full attention to his younger companion.
"I know that look. Relax, everything's going to be fine."
Frances shook their head.
"It's probably just something small we can get fixed in a nearby town. Then we will be back on our way to the cabin." He attempted to assure them.
"Bad feeling" Frances signed.
Moth sighed, there was no changing Frenchie’s mind once they had it set on something. The rest of the group made fun of them for this, but Moth couldn’t help but believe they actually had a sixth sense. Frenchie jumped when the car door flew open. Mathew threw open the drivers side door in a rage.
“Fucking fan belts broken!” He shouted.
Moth sent a glare his way. He glanced up in the rearview mirror where Frances signed “bad feeling” once more.
Just as Moth pulled out his phone to call AAA, a truck came down the road and stopped next to them.
“You folks need some help?” The man asked.
The two girls, Amber and Sasha, flinched away from the dirty looking man. Mathew rolled his eyes in Moth’s direction, a silent exclamation of his disgust. Moth glared at the back of his head when he turned around.
“Do you know anywhere around here where I can get a fan belt?“
“Sure do buddy, there a little down just a few miles down the road called Ambrose. Can hook y’a up with the mechanic.”
The man in the truck sent a smile to Frances who sheepishly smiled back.
“How many miles?”
“Just ‘bout three. Straight line, town directory right up front can’t miss it. I could drive y’all.”
Mathew could feel the girls discomfort. He may have been a bonehead, but he wasn’t completely stupid.
“I think we’ll walk. Thank you.” He spoke bitterly.
His tone didn’t go unnoticed by the man.
“Actually I’ll take a ride.” Moth added.
Franchie’s eyes widened. They were sure they didn’t have to remind Moth about stranger danger. But they had to admit, there weren’t many more options. There was no way they could walk 3 miles with their health condition, and they don’t want to stay in the van out in the middle of nowhere.
Mathew grabbed Moth’s bicep, sending him a warning look.
“Relax Matt, we’ll be fine. See you there.”
When he didn’t let go, Moth pried his finger off of their arm. Moth hopped into the passenger seat of the truck.
“What about you little buddy? You gonna walk with your friends?”
Frances shook their head. They weren’t quite ready to sit next to this strange man. Nothing against him personally, but they didn’t even have his name yet. They crawled out of the back of the van, and hurdled themself into the bed of the truck. They plopped down and glanced through the window at Moth.
“Alrighty then. Anyone else? You ladies sure ya want to walk in them fancy heels ya got on?”
“They’re fine, thank you.” Mathew spat.
The truck started rolling down the road. Moth made some small talk with the man, learning his name was Lester. Frances could only hear bits and pieces as the window was open. But they weren’t paying much attention. They fidgeted with the stuff in the back of the truck, passing time until they pulled into town.
Moth hopped out of the truck, and Lester was quick to follow. Moth made his way around the back where he found Frenchie sort of spacing out.
“Earth to French, hello!“ he jeered.
Frances looked up at him.
“We’re here. Wanna come check out the auto shop with me?”
Frances shook their head no.
“Still have your bad feeling?”
They nodded.
“New people.” They sighed.
“Alright, you can stay back here. I won’t be gone long. The others should be here soon, and we’ll come get you when we’re done.”
Frances watched as Lester lead Moth into town. Their mind wandered a bit thinking back to his hands. It was they first thing they noticed about people. Force of habit from signing.
Moth felt bad for leaving them behind, but they knew it would be much worse if they had a panic attack. As they entered the auto shop they looked around.
“Yo Bo, got a customer for y’a!”
Moth watched as the man slid out from under the car he was working on. His heart fluttered when they made eye contact. The man was quite handsome, better than most of the boys back home that was sure. He was greasy and dirty just like Lester, but something about it was attractive. Meant they worked hard for what they had, unlike Mathew who got handed his daddy’s money on a silver platter. That’s the whole reason they could afford this spring break trip in the first place.
“We’ll hello there.” Bo said.
His accent was thicker than Lester’s and it made Moth’s legs weak.
“What can I do for y’a?”
“Their car broke down few miles out, others decided to walk, should be here soon.” Lester informed the mechanic.
It was like their words had a second meaning, but Moth paid no mind to their strange dynamic. It was none of their business anyway.
“You can go now Les.” Bo said.
Lester knew when he wasn’t needed anymore. He chuckled under his breath at his brother's clearly smitten look. He figured this time would be fun.
Moth stood there, arms crossed over their chest while he waited for the others to come. He couldn't help but be slightly anxious in this man's company. Bo was quite handsome, and it made Moth a little nervous. Boys back home didn't look like this, and they didn't have that accent either. Moth contemplated asking a question, just to hear him speak again. But it seems like the gods were willing to answer his silent prayers today.
"Know what's wrong with it?" Bo asked.
Moth shook their head.
"Not a clue, I don't even have my license to drive the damn thing."
Bo chuckled, smiling into the collar of his shirt as he wiped his brow with his serve.
"City folk." He jeered.
"Need any help?" Moth offered weakly.
"Thanks, City Boy, but I'd prefer this truck stay functional."
Moth raised his hands in defeat.
"Why don't ya go on and sit over there. I'll wait for y'ur little friends and go check on y'ur car."
He didn't have to be asked twice. Moth hopped up on the bed of the adjacent truck and watched Bo work. They were shamelessly gawking, and kind of glad their friends were slow walkers. He watched as Bo's arms flexed in his shirt. The care oil shining in all the right places. Those damn jeans looked so tight on his ass, it would almost be a crime not to admire it.
Bo wasn't oblivious to his staring. He was used to the ladies giving him a once over, and the men glaring at him just for existing. He sort of enjoyed the attention, it was new to him, but he didn't mind it.
"So where were ya'll headed?"
"I have no clue, you'd have to ask Mathew."
"Y'a don't know much do y'a?"
Moth took no offence to the question.
"I don't ask if it's not my business. A free vacation is a free vacation. I don't care where we go. I'd be fine staying right here actually."
Bo's grin grew wider at that. Little did Moth know how true that statement would become. Moth looked down at their phone, getting a text from Frances.
Frances: They just passed me, sending them your way.
"Friends are almost here." Moth declared.
"Why'd they walk anyways, I'm sure they could have fit in Les' truck."
"City folk." Moth mocked Bo's earlier statement.
"Y'a know, y'ur quite funny there, what's your name?"
"Moth."
Bo stood there stunned for a moment, before laughing slightly.
"Now I know yu'r parents must have been the hippy type. That's some name y'a got pretty boy."
Moth blushed slightly at the statement. They squirmed under Bo's stare.
"So is Bo short for anything or..."
"Just Bo."
"Just Bo. I like it."
The tension in the room was cut when the others arrived. Moth couldn't even get out a greeting before one of the vapid college girls opened her mouth.
"God it's hot out here. Everything feels all sticky. Do you have a bathroom mister?"
"In the house, the front door's unlocked. Turn to your left, right under the stairs."
The annoyance could be heard loud and clear in Bo's voice. He didn't like being interrupted. Mathew took note of this and glared at the southern man.
"We need a fan belt, have any in your shop?"
"Course I got some, what kind of car you got?" Bo growled out.
"Mathew-" Moth said in a warning tone.
Moth wasn't one to speak up much, but he didn't take to kindly to disrespect. Even if it was coming from one of his 'friends'. They didn't look very big, but they knew they could best Mathew in a fight if they ever had to. But Frances usually kept things from getting to that point. They locked eyes in a silent battle for a moment, before Mathew finally broke away.
"I can fix it myself if you just give me the piece, no need to drag you away from your current project," Mathew concluded.
"S'no problem at all. Girls can stay here, there's some lemonade in the house. Take me to the car and I'll check it out, make sure y'a ain't gonna break down again when I send yall on your way."
"I like that plan Matty, I'm exhausted." The other girl whined.
"Course y'a are a doll, you're wearing the wrong shoes for walkin'" Bo joked.
Mathew's jaw tensed at Bo's compliment. But Bo flirted with everyone. This girl wasn't the object of his affection. She was just something in the way of his prize. The girl tried to drag Moth into the house, but they protested.
"I'll stay here, in case Frances comes looking for us. They won't know we're up at the house, and we don't need them having a panic attack."
"Yeah, where are they? You sure that creep didn't ya know-"
The girl drew her finger across her highly decorated neck for emphasis. Bo glared at the back of her head. Of course, she didn't know she was talking about his little brother. But he didn't take too kindly to her accusations. He'd definitely make her death slow he decided.
"Yeah, Moth why would you leave them alone?" Mathew chimed in.
"They can take care of themselves, fuck you very much. They wanted to stay back in the trick, so I let them. It's not like you three even care."
Moth crossed their arms over their chest again. Mathew scoffed.
"Whatever."
Moth watched as everyone parted ways, waiting patiently for Bo to come back.
Frances heard foot step approaching the truck and raised their head up from their phone. They glanced out the window and saw Lester approaching. They crawled over to the driver's seat and stuck their head out the window.
"Moth?" They asked.
Lester raised his brow at them in confusion.
"Friend."
"Oh, y'ur friend. Took 'em down to Bo's shop. Should be able to fix up the car real quick."
They nodded.
"You shouldn't stay in my truck, gets pretty hot in there, and the bones start to smell."
They shrugged.
"Being serious, the sun gets pretty hot."
They pushed open the door and squirmed out, wriggling their way onto the dusty road. Lester caught them looking back at the truck.
"Don't worry, I ain't takin' y'a far. Y'ur friends will come find y'a. Just don't want y'a burning in the sun is all."
They started following behind Lester as they walked toward the middle of town. Lester began to whistle a tune and Frances started humming along.
"Y'a know that song?" Lester asked.
They nodded. COntinuing to hum it as they skipped behind him.
"Y'ur pretty chipper, y'a know that right?"
"Like you." They said plainly, with a small smile.
"Well shucks, Darlin' y'ur makin' me blush."
They giggled softly, not used to having this effect on people. They grabbed Lester's hand in a vote of confidence and continued walking toward town.
"Y'a see that building right there? That's the house of wax."
Lester explained. He watched as their eyes lit up, and they started pulling him towards it. He smiled after them, excited by their enthusiasm. He decide right then he wouldn't let his brothers touch them. They didn't talk much anyway, what harm could they be. He watched as their eyes widened comically larger once they were inside.
They quickly ran around the room, inspecting every piece of art thoroughly. Lester broke his eyes away from them when he had a creek in the floor.
"Oh, hey Vincent!" He greeted his brother. A way to break his attention away from the "Intruder"
Frances turned their eyes to the large man. Both men expected they to shy away in disgust like everyone always did. But they were presently surprised. Frances walked up to him and held out their hand, silently asking about his mask. Vincent just starred.
"This is my brother Vincent, he made all the art in here. Made that mask too."
Frances bounced up and down on their tippy toes, a low squeel coming out of their mouth. It was possibly the cutest thing Lester had very seen. They even did a little spin, jumping around in a circle. Vincent seemed to relax a little around them, but looked at his brother oddly.
"Their friend's car broke down, everyone's up at eh shop with Bo. They didn't want to go, so I figured y'a wouldn't mind if I showed them the house of wax."
Lester turned his attention back to them.
"Lookin' pretty happy over there."
Frances frowned, thinking he was mocking them. Lester quickly regretted his words. He knew insecurities when he saw them, he lived with Vincent after all.
"Sorry." They muttered.
"No, no I like it. It's a good thing, right Vinny?" Lester asked his brother for help.
He wasn't very good at these things. Bo was always the charismatic one. But Vincent read a lot, he knew a lot in theory. Vincent nodded his head at the both of them. Frances held out their hand to Lester who gladly took it. They started jumping up and down again, coaxing him to do the same. Vincent watched with a smile under his mask as his little brother had fun, letting loose for once.
He understood his brother's intentions now. To mark this one as off-limits. He hoped he wouldn't have to do anything. Their light was too bright to stomp out. Frances turned their attention to Vincent.
"No speak?" they asked.
He shook his head no.
"Sign?" He sighed yes.
They smiled up at him.
"Ok."
"What's your name, Buzzy Bee?" Lester asked.
They blushed furiously at the nickname. Hiding their head behind their hands.
"Fr-Frances. Friends call me Frenchie. But you can call me Buzzy Bee if you want." The mumbled. Their voices disappeared as the sentence went on.
Vincent almost swore he could taste how sweet this moment was. He'd never seen something so adorable in his entire life. He was happy his brother was happy.
"Frances, I like it."
They shy away further, heads feeling like they would explode from the heat rushing to their cheeks. They pointed over at Vincent's face.
"Mask." They said.
Lester chuckled under his breath. Vincent's shoulder shook in a silent laugh.
"Y'a don't have to hide from us Buzzy Bee, y'ur safe here."
The three of them walked around the House of Wax, Vincent signing anytime they'd ask a question. It was nice to have someone else to talk to, especially about art.
Moth groaned in frustration as the sun went down further in the sky. They hadn't gotten a text from Frances in a while and began to worry. Come to think of it, they hadn't heard from anyone in hours. He got up from his spot and began to wander around. Until he heard a noise that never meant good things. A gunshot rang out, followed by a girlish scream.
He absentmindedly ran toward the sound. He saw one of the girls crawling away, blood all over her. They looked down at her cofnsued.
"Help me!" She begged.
She attempted to crawl up Moth's pant leg, but Moth stared down at her in disgust. She was getting him all filthy. He broke eye contact with her to see Bo approaching with a shotgun. Bo paused when he saw him.
"I can explain-"
Moth held up their hand to silence him.
"No need."
Moth kicked her in the chin, a sick crack ringing through the air. The girl fell backwards onto the hard ground, clutching her bleeding mouth. Bo stared at Moth in shock.
"Been wanting her gone since the dumb slut stole my boyfriend. She and her stupid friend were never mice to Frenchie anyway. Only hung out with them for the money."
Bo smirked widely at this.
"Want to do the honours pretty boy?"
He knew it was risky, giving a victim the gun, but he couldn't help but trust him. Something about the way Moth looked at him, made him seem serious. Moth took the shotgun gladly, cocking it like it was what he was trained to do. She began to beg, but he stepped on her neck, pointing the gun at her forehead.
"This is the part where I'm supposed to say something witty? I'm not witty."
The gunshot rang through the air and the girl was silenced. Moth handed the gun off to Bo.
"The others are dead too aren't they?"
"Kinda what we do with tourists."
Moth hummed contently, lost in thought.
"What about Frenchie?"
"If your friend went to the House of Wax, they probably ain't make it. I'm sorry."
Bo felt himself actually seeming sorry for this man. Moth frowned.
"I don't know, that idiot's pretty hard to kill." They chuckled.
Bo looked at him curiously.
"Deaths tried to claim them so many times, we stopped counting. It's kind of an inside joke at this point. You could chop off their legs and they'd flat put refuse to bleed out." Moth laughed a little louder.
Bo debated if they were going crazy for a moment. But he didn't care, he liked them crazy.
"We could go check, but I wouldn't get your hopes up City Boy."
"You better hope they're alive Country Boy, cause this-" Moth gestured between them, "Ain't happening otherwise."
Moth patted his shoulder in condescension. No rolled his eyes. Bo led Moth over to the house of wax, silently praying his friend was alive. He was pleasantly surprised when he heard laughter upon approaching. He pushed open the door, and Moth followed after. A smirk grew on Moth's face at the scene before him.
Frances lay on the floor, clutching their side as they laughed historically. Lester leaned against the wall, trying to hold himself up. And Bo stared at his twin as his mask was off. He wondered for a second what was going on.
"Cute," Frances said between laughs.
Vincent frowned signing an "I am not cute." In a huff.
"Face it, Vinny, you can't take back their compliment. I mean look at that face"
Vincent sighed about to put his mask back on, but Frances quickly stood up, asking for it. Bo watched the strange encounter, never seeing his brothers so open with a stranger before. Vincent reluctantly handed it over to them, and they slipped it on their head. A soft giggle left their mouth as they spun with the mask on, showing it off. They all stopped when they noticed the others. Frances waved at Moth, and Moth waved back.
"Glad to see you're having fun," Moth said.
Frances took off the mask and handed it back to Vincent, running up to give Moth a hug. But then frowned when they noticed something wet. They stepped back.
"You're bleeding?" They asked, suddenly worried.
The three brothers watched the situation carefully, silently discussing how this would end. None of them want the newcomers to leave, and none of them wanted to pull the literal or metaphorical trigger.
"Not mine. You want to stay here?" Moth asked.
Bo watched the most carefully, waiting for the younger stranger to pull back in disgust.
"We can stay?"
Moth nodded. "Mhmm, we just have the follow the rules, but you're pretty good at that."
"But Mathew-"
"Isn't a problem anymore. It's just us and them now. So, you want to give Ambrose a try?"
Frances nodded, squealing happily.
"New home! New friends!"
Moth smiled as he watched them run back over to Lester and tackle the poor man in a hug. Everyone in the room broke out into laughter. Moth opened his arms and signed for Bo to come over. Bo hesitantly walked over into their arms.
"So what do you say Country Boy? Want to show me your room?" Moth asked with a smirk.
"I thought you'd never ask City Boy."
AN: I wanted to write some more non-verbal/semi-verbal characters. As someone with autism, sometimes we don't like to use many words when it's too hard to speak. I don't usually get the luxury of going non verbal in my life, people always think I'm mad if I'm not talking. So I wanted to express it in my writing a bit, and I really enjoyed writing this. Also, peep the teen wolf reference.
You were growing anxious. The heat finally getting to you. Thomas and you were waiting for the sun to set on this desolate Texas town. You sat on the edge of the bed, clutching one of his shirts to your chest. Laundry was one of the tasks you'd been given. But you always washed Thomas's clothes with extra care. That way they always smelled strongly of him. He did usually get more blood on his clothes than the rest of the family did.
Hoytt and Monty were out down by the station, which was in the opposite direction of town. And Luda was down at the shop. You left a letter on her pillow. Thomas and you both decided it would be too difficult to tell her to her face. The look she would give you, it would break both your hearts. But you needed this, Thomas needed this. You left a little rose from the garden atop the note.
You walked around the house one last time. Gazing your fingers against the now nearly pristine walls. It had been two years since they kidnapped you and killed all your friends. At first, you thought it was Stockholm syndrome. But you didn't care anymore. You loved Tommy and that's all that mattered now. In the two years, you'd stayed, they'd grown to trust you quickly. You got out of the basement in only a month. Since then you helped fix up the house and split chores with Luda Mae.
Hoytt often suggested using you as bait. It was no secret you were quite handsome. You could distract the ladies, while the family got everything set up for the slaughter. Luckily Thomas instead you stay far away from the killing. You didn't mind it it didn't scare you, you simply weren't the killing type. You only raised your hands in anger if it was life or death. That's how Thomas grew to love you, you were so kind, and you saved his life.
You finally made it to the basement door. You took a deep breath and carefully crept down the stairs. You peeked your head around the corner at the bottom and were greeted by Tommy's large frame. You cleared your throat gently so as to not startle the giant. Your giant. He turned to look at you with his gentle eyes. They never held malicious, not when they were trained on you.
"It's time." You said.
You approached him and ran your hand along his spine.
"The house is clear, everything in the truck. But I need to make sure you're ok with this. There's no turning back once we make it past the post office."
He grabbed your face in his large hands and forced you to look at him. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He removed one hand before signing:
"I love you."
It made your heart melt. You guided his hand to your chest and placed it just where your skin met your heart.
"And I love you more." You spoke.
There was not a single trace of doubt in your voice. You meant it wholeheartedly. There was no person on this earth more suited for you than Thomas Hewitt. He was your rock, the sun in your sky, the rain to your garden. You didn't find yourself until you found him. You lead him up the stairs and to the truck out back. He got into the passenger seat and you climbed into the driver's seat.
You turned to him once more to ask if he was sure. Thomas took off his mask and placed it in his apron pocket. He pulled you in for a long loving kiss. That was all the confirmation you needed. You turned the key and backed out of the driveway. Hoytt would be pissed you stole the truck, but you didn't care. You wouldn't accept him and Monty's abuse anymore. And Luda would never dare to leave her brother.
Your heart began to race as you made it to the post office. So far so smooth. You speculated that everyone must be heading back to the house by now. They'd know you were gone and come out looking for you. Luda's heart would be broken, but it was a necessary evil. You didn't want to hurt her, but you were afraid Thomas would get himself killed if he stayed. Thomas noticed your anxiety and squeezed your clutch hand tightly.
You didn't dare to stop driving until you made it out of the state. You left no indication of where the two of you were going in the letter. You prayed that they couldn't find you, because there would be hell to pay if they did. Thomas asked for you to stop the car when he noticed your eyes drooping. Thomas was shy and didn't want to startle the receptionist, so you paid for the motel room alone. You let out a surprised yelp when someone lifted you up the minute you were outside. Once you realised it was your boyfriend, you relaxed, playfully hitting him on the chest.
Thomas carried you and the overnight bag into the motel room and threw you on the bed. Your laughter brought a smile to his face. You patted the edge of the bed for him to sit.
"I'm so proud of you baby. I know this was hard for you, but it will get easier. I love you more than life itself, you know that right?"
And for the first time since you'd been together, Thomas opened his mouth to speak.
"I love you more." He quoted your earlier praise.
His voice was gruff and scratchy. You could tell it hurt him to speak, which made you wince. But you couldn't help the feeling building in you at hearing his voice. It was insanely attractive.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up for bed."
You led him to the bathroom. The two of you wasting no time stripping naked. You admired each other's bodies for a while. Of course, you intended for this to just be a calming shower. But you couldn't blame your mind for going blind with lust when your man stood naked before you. You doubted either of you would get much sleep tonight. The emotions were high, and Thoams wanted all of your fear and worries to melt away.
He'd worship your body like no other man ever could. Thomas knew how to please you, and you knew how to please him. Looking at his size, you assumed he'd be the more dominant one. But you were pleasantly surprised a few months into your relationship when he wanted to be submissive to you. It made you feel so loved that he tristed you that much.
This was the start of the rest of your lives. You were moving across the country to a state where queer marriage wasn't illegal. You wanted your marriage to be legit. Something you could proudly show off. Thomas Hewitt would be your husband, and you his partner. You didn't need anything else when you had each other. You could go out and get a real job, and Thoams would stay home and take care of the house. That had been the dream for a while now, and it was finally going to come true.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you Baby Boy." You said as you turned of the lights. You gave him kiss on the forehead and he pulled you into him. You spent the rest of the night safe in Tommy's arms. Right, where you belonged.
AN: I hope this is what you were looking for lol. I tried to make it as fluffy and gender-ambiguous as possible. I like it a lot!
Hey you two! <3 How are you doing?
I have a little writing/letter request, if it's not too much trouble 🥺. I'd love a love letter from (RZ) Michael Myers to me/reader insert. I've gotten a new job that is rather tiring and have missed spending time writing and doing arts n crafts because of that. That includes spending less time immersed in daydream or writing for Mikey;; and i miss that. I hope this makes sense and that I'm doing this right. 🦋
Hope you both have wonderful day! Sending my love and kindest regards!
AN: Hello Meadow, it’s Fang! I’m sorry to hear your new job is tiring, but I’m so proud of you for getting it! That’s amazing that you landed the position! I’ve also been hella busy which is why it took me so long to write this. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.
Micheal was agitated, more so that usual. You’d been gone more and more lately. His friend, his plaything… his prey! Micheal didn’t know what you were to him. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty, you were his! And he thought you understood that to, that you’d come up with a mutual understanding of how this all worked. But here you were, not home, not by his side. And Micheal was livid!
He knew he’d been gone for a while. He had to hide away for a few weeks until the police lost his trail. He wouldn’t risk leaded them back to you, putting you in harms way like that. He could survive prison, you couldn’t. But he was back now, and he expected a greeting when he walked through the door. But you never came. He checked the whole house, but you were no where to be seen. The house was a wreck now, but Micheal didn’t care. He just wanted you. His rock, his reason, his purpose.
So when you came home that night, you were shocked. Everything was in disarray, walls with holes, tables flipped, broken glass everywhere. It was a nightmare. You slowly dropped the groceries and carefully stepped over the clutter. You called out, hoping the intruder wasn’t still in the house. You moved your way through the kitchen as quietly as you could. A scream nearly escaped your mouth as big hands wrapped around you. One on your torso and the other over your mouth. Most people would be panicked, but you recognised those hands, his hands.
You spun yourself around in Micheal’s arms so you were now facing. Although do you the height difference your face was in the middle of his chest.
“Micheal, what are you doing? You scared me!” You scolded, although your voice got softer at the end.
You couldn’t never really stay made at him. He was just as much yours as you were his. The two of you belonged together. A match made in hell, or so Sam Loomis would say. That damn Sam was the reason Micheal had to leave you in the first place. And you swore you would make him pay for it. Micheal’s hands suddenly tightened around you.
“Micheal?” You asked.
He hugged tighter.
“Micheal you’re scaring me, what’s going on.”
He simply grunted and shook his head.
“You’re not gonna let me go are you?”
He nodded his head yes. You let out a little huff, before breaking into a fit of giggles. See this giant hug you right and shake his head like a love sick toddler made your heart sing. It was honestly a hilarious sight. If Michal wasn’t wearing his mask you would have saw him raise his brow at you.
“Oh baby, I missed you too.”
You finally wrapped your hands around you man, hugging him as tightly as you could manage. Although you were sure if he hugged you any tighter, he’s break bones. You didn’t really mind. He’d take care of you if you were broken, you believed that with your entire heart. Suddenly he let out an angry sounded noise. You looked up, but instead of pure rage in his heart, you saw a sadness in his eyes. That’s when you understood.
“You were worried when you came home and I wasn’t here huh?”
Another nod.
“Oh Mickey, I would never leave you! Even if that silly Sam tried to tear us apart, he couldn’t. I was at work baby. I had to get a new job so I could afford to keep the lights on, make your sweets. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here when you came home.”
You were shaking at this point. You felt terrible, and Micheal’s arms loosened around you, before he pulled you tighter into his chest and let you cry it out. The first time you cried Micheal felt panicked, he wasn’t used to such emotions. But now you cry for the both of you. Feeling Micheal’s emotions for him so he’s never uncomfortable.
You squeaked when he picked you up, carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom. The room was just as messy as the rest of the house, but you didn’t care, you could clean it later. And of course you’d make Micheal help, it was his mess after all. He gently laid you on the bed, leaving only to grab the blanket that was now half way across the room. He climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his side, pulling you into his strong chest. You snuggled up to him.
“I promise to give you my work schedule now that you’re back Micheal, just promise you won’t try to kill my boss ok? I really need this job.”
When he didn’t respond you squinted up at him.
“Promise me baby!”
He gave way at the nickname. And nodded his head.
“Good, now let’s gets some rest. Lord knows we both need it.”
You closed your eyes, trying to push yourself further into him. Almost as if the two do you would merge if you tried hard enough. When Micheal was sure you were fast asleep, he slowly lifted up the edge of his mask, bending down to give you a light kiss on the forehead. Micheal drifted off to sleep with the only person her cared about tight in his arms.
An: so sorry this was so short, but I hope you like it anyways @myers-meadow please take some time for yourself after work, and just try to relax. Don’t let the stress get to you so much. You can always talk to me if you need to. Love you bestie ❤️
It wasn't hard to miss the fact that once a month four certain boys from Gryffindor came to class looking exhausted and worn out - one looking worse for wear than the others. You noticed it every month, and it seemed like very few people noticed - or even cared. That night you decided that enough was enough; your curiosity needed to be sated. You stayed up and kept watch for the four boys, hiding from the faculty when needed.
It wasn't long before midnight when you spotted them: James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin dashing out of the school. You did your best to keep up with them — until you lost sight of the boys. "Dammit!" you cursed under your breath. Looking around, you realized you were near Hogsmeade - specifically right near the Shrieking Shack.
The shack was supposedly haunted, but you never put much faith in that rumor. If it was haunted, you were positive that whatever spector was supposedly in there would have showed itself to someone by now - or at least gave proof that it even existed. You trudged towards the shack – since you were already out here, you figured you might as well look around. As you stepped up to the front door of the house, a loud wailing noise left the wood, shaking the window panes. Well, they don't call it the Shrieking Shack for nothing, you reminded yourself, the cold night air nipping at your skin.
Your hand stretched out towards the doorknob, your fingertips lightly touching the metal. You hissed, snapping your fingers back. Damn, you always forgot how the weather affects metal. You put on your light jacket and used the sleeve to open the door. You silently praised yourself for being cautious enough to think ahead and bring a jacket; it was fall after all, and the weather always gets notoriously cold when nighttime came around. The door creaked open and you slowy stepped inside — you didn't know how fragile the wood was and you definitely didn't want to break anything that would prove that you were out of bed after hours.
Not to mention the wood looked like it had been the recent snack for some termites. You barely even trusted the railing of the stairs that led to the second floor. Your ears could pick up soft noises of rustling and hushed animal sounds coming from the second floor, and you immediately dashed upstairs — completely forgetting your apprehension of the safety of the shack itself. Why would you care now when the possibility of having a pet possum was an option? Who knew what kind of creature was up there, but you were determined to befriend and love it.
As you turned the stairwell corner, the noises you heard earlier had dissipated — silence seeped into every dark corner of the house. You went towards the first closed door, reaching out to open it. Abruptly, a black dog bursted from the room and immediately became....Sirius Black?! He slammed the door behind him, huffing heavily before grinning at you in an attempt to be nonchalant. "Heeeeeyyy Y/N. What're you doing here?"
"I followed you and the others, but lost sight of you guys around here. I figured I'd look around since I've never actually been here before. Now that begs the question," You crossed your arms and raised a brow at the sheepish looking teen. "What are you doing here?"
"I uh, am studying! Yes, I'm studying." Sirius stammered out an obvious lie. You could practically hear his subconscious facepalming. You gave him a look that clearly told him you didn't believe his lie for even a second, "Studying on controlling your animagus form? Which, might I add, is highly illegal if you're not registered — and knowing you, I doubt that you are."
"Look — uh, you can't tell anyone. There's a really good reason we - I mean, I became an animagus. I swear, Y/N. I swear on my hair products!" Sirius began to plead for secrecy with you. You let down your arms, your hands resting on your hips. "Sirius, I know the others are probably also animagi, considering that you lot never doing anything without the others. Aside from that, I won't tell anyone – if you tell me why you became animagi in the first place."
His eyes widen and he frantically shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't. I made a promise and besides, it's too dangerous for you to know!"
"It's either that, or I tell McGonagall that you Marauders are animagi." You stared him down, stubbornly not leaving. Sirius glanced at the door, as if someone was talking to him and through it. He sighed, relenting. "Alright, but if something bad happens after this, I warned you."
He opened the door and gestured you to follow him, which you did. What you saw shocked you — not in a bad way, but it did answer a lot of questions for you. In one corner, an anthropomorphic wolf was being guarded by a large buck and a rat. The puzzle pieces fell into place — the buck was probably James, the rat being Peter. That would mean the wolf was Remus, and his current for was clearly not an animagus. Adding the fact that the four were gone once a month, you immediately came to one conclusion: Remus Lupin was a werewolf.
"So.....you became animagi to....protect Remus?" You slowly asked, a bit in denial over your own hypothesis. Sirius cocked his head slightly, "Eh...sort of. More to protect him and others – and to keep him company during these times."
"....how did," You gestured at wolf Remus. "All of that happen?"
Sirius, buck James, and rat Peter glanced at wolf Remus, who gave a nod and whined softly. Sirius looked at you and explained that a werewolf named Fenrir Greyback had decided to turn him as an infant when he overheard Remus' father saying some pretty shitty things about werewolves.
"Jesus, what? That's so shitty!" You frowned, the others nodding in agreement. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply — you had made a decision. "Alright, I'm helping."
The four looked at you with wide eyes, not even bothering to hide their disbelief – which looked really weird on a deer. "You – why would you help?" Sirius asked.
"Because I see you guys as friends – even though none of us talk that much – and besides, this isn't even Remus' fault. He can't control what others do as much as he can control whether or not he turns into an anthropomorphic wolf." You answered, "Also – I'd be a shit person if I just left after finding all this out. So I'm helping - and no, you can't change my mind about it either."
The four boys shared a look, coming to a silent agreement:
It looked like there was an official fifth Marauder.
