Paring: Thursday Settman x reader
Warnings: Allusions to torture,
Summary : (Y/n) and Thursday are dating but what happens if one night she gets taken by the bureau for answers.
A/n: An alternative to this is illness
Thursday Settman and (Y/n) (Y/L) had been together for over four years now. They met on a Thursday when the elevator got stuck, then things went from there. A few months of knowing each other Thursday confessed about being a sibling, which although it was extremely illegal, (Y/n) didn’t mind and adapted to their way of life.
That mostly meant going to the Settman sisters house after work every weekday, except on Thursday’s since that was the only day Thursday could be fully alone with (Y/n). And on weekends she would mainly run errands, but sometimes she was able to spend the whole day with Thursday.
The Settman sisters all accepted (Y/n), after months of trying. Monday was the last one to trust her but they became close friends because (Y/n) could be outside whenever she wanted. They all liked having someone on the outside that knew and could talk to during the day without accidentally revealing any secrets.
And Thursday, she was in love. Ask any of the sisters and they would say that that’s love if they’ve ever seen it. Since (Y/n) was always at the house, she had her own clothes there and a secret knock on the door so they would know that it’s her.
“Yeah well I think that pancakes are better than waffles.” Tuesday said in the background.
“They are the same thing.” Saturday argued.
(Y/n) and Thursday were lying on Thursday’s bed cuddling with the stairs open, which meant that they could hear the discussion going on downstairs.
“When will the one child policy be over.” Thursday whispered the rhetorical question because they both knew there was no right answer.
She felt like she was keeping (Y/n) locked in a cage, much like herself in this house. It had been four years living like this and as much as she loved (Y/n) she wanted her to be free and not have to hide in here.
“I don’t know but one day we will be able to live peacefully without the Bureau. But until then we will stay like this so no one is caught.” (Y/n) placed her hand on Thursday’s face so she was looking at her.
“But this isn’t fair on you. You could have anyone in the world but you choose to stay with me, trapped in a house for at least 4 days a week.”
“And I’d do it 7 days because I love you. Not even the one child policy can take us away from each other.” (Y/n) said and they kissed.
“We can’t do it here, on Thursday.” (Y/n) interrupted when the kiss was starting to turn intimate.
“Another reason why this isn’t fair.” Thursday said sadly, it was because of the one child policy that they could only be alone on a Thursday.
“Hey, we have made this work for what, over four years now. Another two or even 20 years living like this isn’t going to stop me from loving you.” (Y/n) promised.
A few hours later, it was time for (Y/n) to go home. It was very rare that she would stay over because of the Bureau. Today happened to be a Monday, “I will see you at work tomorrow Tuesday.” She said hugging the woman. (Y/n) had already said her goodbyes to everyone, except for Thursday because she was always last.
“I love you. Don’t worry about the one child policy, one day we will be together out there as (Y/n) (L/N) and Thursday Settman.” (Y/n) said dramatically and with a final wave she was off.
The streets were already dark and there were no people, unlike how it would be in 12 hours. (Y/n) had never been scared to walk home, she trusted that the checkpoints kept people in order.
Suddenly a car stopped in front of her with guards exiting quickly to stop her from running. A woman scanned (Y/n)’s bracelet which she assumed meant she couldn’t be tracked. Oh shit. She started to panic so tried to make a run for it, but to no avail. They grabbed her and she was on her way to CAB (Child Allocation Bureau).
After practically dragging her through the hallways, they pushed her into one of the rooms, two guard held her in place and Nicolette Cayman walked in. She smiled at her own triumph.
“Tell me everything you know about Karen Settman.” She said.
“What are you talking about.” (Y/n) played innocent which earned her a cut across her face, she struggled but refused to answer or let tears fall.
“You visit her house almost daily, you must know something.” Cayman asked copying the fake innocence.
“She is an ordinary woman much like me and everyone else. There is nothing to tell you.” (Y/n) glared at her and Cayman nodded to the guards.
Hours upon hours of screaming and struggling. (Y/n) had lost track of time a long time ago. They wanted answers or anything but she had refused to speak about Karen, and she would until they killed her. She would let them kill her if it meant keeping the Settman secret safe, if it would keep the love of her life safe.
Hours turned to days and after that she lost count of the last time she had seen daylight or anything except the same four walls and guards. The torture never stopped but she would never give in. Every bone in her body ached and she was covered in her own blood but that didn’t bother her. She was going to be strong, if not her herself then for Thursday.
Tuesday walked into the bank and waited at the usual spot that any of her sisters would to wait for (Y/n). But the minutes past and there was no sign of her. Tuesday shrugged it off, (Y/n) could be running late or sick today.
For the first time in months, Tuesday walked home without (Y/n). But she wasn’t worried because many people have sick days. She just hoped that (Y/n) was already at the house with Thursday to take care of her or at her own home asleep. Or maybe today she decided to run errands, the possibilities were endless so she decided again not to worry.
They were at the end of the day meeting the next day, Wednesday hadn’t seen (Y/n) either. It was as if she disappeared, Wednesday had checked (Y/n)’s house in case she was sick but it was empty. Friday tried tracking her but the tracker was off.
“That’s weird.” Friday said when she couldn’t track (Y/n).
“Maybe she came to her senses.” Saturday joked to lighten the mood.
“We’ve known her for over 4 years, there is no way she would just leave with no explanation or a note at least.” Wednesday spoke and everyone agreed.
“I’ll go to her house tomorrow in case you missed anything.” Thursday said and went straight to her bed.
She wasn’t worried, she was scared but for a different reason. She was scared that maybe (Y/n) had finally decided that she couldn’t be with her because of only being able to go out together on a Thursday, while being locked up in a house with her every other day. Maybe she decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore.
But even if that happened, Thursday and everyone else knew that (Y/n) would never give them away. It didn’t matter is she didn’t love Thursday anymore or hate the Settman sisters, she would never give them away.
The morning came and Thursday got ready for work. She did the same as her sisters, she waited in the usual space but (Y/n) never showed. She contemplated whether she should not go into work and instead go straight to (Y/n)’s house but she knew that her sisters would want her to work so they didn’t look suspicious.
The day dragged for her and as soon as she could, she left. Thursday was almost speed walking to her lovers house. The door was of course locked but she knew where the hidden key was. Walking into the house was like a breath of fresh air, it smelt just like (Y/n) but with flowers and lemon.
Thursday noticed at how cold it was, no one had been here for a while. Then she continued to search the places that (Y/n) would hide a note only she would be able to find, but there was nothing. It was as if her heart felt heavy but a piece missing at the same time.
She didn’t want to believe that (Y/n) just left her. Her mind wasn’t working properly, all she could think of was the many reasons why she would leave her. It seemed like the perfect explanation. She wiped her tears and was thankful that waterproof mascara exists.
(Y/n) was done, time was passing and she didn’t know what month or day it was. She was surprised that she wasn’t dead yet, but they need to get information out of her and she was the only person close to Karen Settman, aka the Settman sisters but only she knew that. She hoped that someone would save her, but no one ever did.
“Please stop, let me go. I don’t know anything. Please, please.” She sobbed when the door opened and Cayman entered.
“Tell us everything you know and you will be out of here faster than you can say Settman.” Cayman smiled at the very broken and injured woman.
“She is an ordinary woman just like me and everyone else, she is Karen Settman and there’s nothing else to it.” (Y/n) said on the verge of unconsciousness.
“Well then it seems you need more persuasion.” Cayman smiled again and (Y/n) screamed and sobbed, begging for someone to help her.
It had been a month since (Y/n) left or disappeared. Thursday was always in a bad mood and Friday was constantly working on something. Everyone else just tried to keep the Karen Settman figure as normal as they could.
What none of them knew was that Friday had figured that something was off about the situation, so she had tried to get into the Bureau system. It was harder to get into than she thought it would be. But eventually she got in undetected.
“So ever since (Y/n) disappeared-“
“Left.” Thursday interrupted and Friday sighed.
“Well I thought it was very odd so I hacked into the Bureau system, it took a while which is why I’m tell you this now. I think I found something.” Friday said hesitantly and they all shot up.
They crowded around and watched as Friday skipped past the security cameras, each one showed a different cell or room. Then she stopped on one, it was a woman covered in blood, bruises and was almost unrecognisable.
“One second.” Friday rewinded up to the day their friend disappeared and played it.
“Tell me everything you know about Karen Settman.” Cayman said.
“What are you talking about.” (Y/n) was cut across her face, she struggled but refused to answer.
“You visit her house almost daily, you must know something.” Cayman asked with fake innocence.
“She is an ordinary woman much like me and everyone else. There is nothing to tell you.” (Y/n) glared at her and Cayman nodded to the guards.
It was definitely (Y/n). They all watched intensely but then the screaming started and Friday shut it off immediately. They stood looking at the empty space in silence.
Thursday’s mind was tormenting her, the screams replayed over and over again. All this time she thought that (Y/n) had left her, when all along she was being tortured for information about her and her sisters. But she didn’t give them up, she was going to die for them, all of them knew that.
“We have to get her out.” Wednesday spoke first and everyone agreed.
(Y/n) heard the door open. This could only mean one thing, more torture and pain. She couldn’t move and was barely able to speak but would still fight with everything she had left.
“Please, no more. Please stop. I don’t know anything, please.” She sobbed but no pain came to her.
“It me, (Y/n).” Monday said softly. “Come on we have to go.”
(Y/n) opened her eyes and saw that it was in fact Monday. She let her sit her up and helped her stand. Monday put her arm around her and helped her to walk. Another person help on the other side, it was Saturday.
“Wait, how are you both outside at the same time.” (Y/n) mumbled as they walked the corridors.
“We will explain later.” Was the last thing she heard before she passed out.
She woke up to the familiar sound of the Settman sisters chatting. She could tell that by the distance that she was on Thursday’s bed. (Y/n) felt a lot better, so she sat up. There was a slight ache and lots of marks on her skin but they would fade over time.
She’s walked down the stairs, gaining everyone’s attention. They all stood up and walked over to her, Thursday almost running. (Y/n) hugged Thursday as if her life depended on it.
“We want to thank you for what you did.” Monday said.
“Anyone else would have just given us in, but you were amazing.” Wednesday said and the rest of the Settman sisters said their thank you’s to her. “Also because we were able to get into the Bureau, we were able to record what they were actually doing to siblings. The one child policy act is no more!” Sunday told her.
Thursday and (Y/n) left to go home, finally they could call it their home.
