#x kid reader

[not-so-normal-wh0re]

And the winner of today's pool is...Stuilly!!!

Stuilly (Stu Matcher x Billy Loomis) x kid! Reader (platonic)

The way Stu is looking at Billy in this scene?! Bro is LUSTING over that guy sooooo bad

Sooooooooooo. Yeah. Let's see...I have no idea what circumstances could have brought y'all togheter,and it's 2 a.m. and I don't want to think about it anymore,it's a bad day and I feel dysphoric and tired,so let's just not write about it. If any of y'all have any ideas,PLEASE share in the comments and I will write the best one in this headcanons (and of course giving credit for it).

So this is just them parenting headcanons

They aren't the objectively best parents,that's for sure

But they try.

Stu is the funnier parent. He lets you stay up past bedtime,watch horror films,play with knifes...really anything.

But if you get hurt? This guy is PANICKING.

Bro doesn't know shit about first aid,help.

Runs to Billy immediately,carrying you under his arm like a potato sack.

Billy is sooooooo pissed. Like,wtf Stu?! It's the third time this week the kid gets hurt! I told you not to let him climb that cabinet,dumbass!

Billy is the more serious parent,but also the one that does most of the work,like cooking,occasionally cleaning and patching you two up when Stu inevitably gets you two into troubles.

He doesn't like it,but he knows it's necessary.

For bonding time,they both like to watch films with you. They'd prefer to watch horrors,of course,but they're willing to settle for something more kid-friendly if you're scared.

Billy hates it but sucks it up best he can.

Stu on the other hand? This man LOVES cartoons,the dumber the better. You two will end up pulling an all-nigther and sleeping on the couch in a pile. Billy and his spiritually old man's bones will complain the whole next day,but you and Stu just find it amusing and tease him for it.

They also have next to no restraint or guilt,so they might actually take you to kill people with them once you're old enough to hold your own. Stu will be ecstatic if you agree,and Billy will be silently proud the first time you kill somebody. They get you a Ghostface mask and clothes,and now there are three unstable insane killers running around with knifes and no regard for other people's lifes.

If you,for a reason or another,don't want to kill people thought? Ohhhhhhhhh well...

*instert Billy sighing and Stu pouting*

"That's okay kiddo." Billy ends up saying trought gritted theet.

They don't like it,but they don't want to force you either,so you all just settle for horror films and non-bloody or fathal family time. Stu whines about it for a bit,but ultimately they both get over it,thought they will still hope you change your mind one day.

They can both be a lot bit obsessive,and might kill people you're getting "too close to" in their opinion. They do not like to share. Plus,you already have them,why do you need anyone else?! They're all the friends and family you need.

Also,Stu loves to spoil you a lot more than Billy does,both materially and in affection,so expect to receive gifts and hugs mostly,if not only,from him. He's very phisically affectionate and rich af,so he won't hesitate to go for a hug or pull out his credit card.

Billy on the other hand isn't as big on affection and gifts,he prefers to help you in more normal matters,like homeworks (not that either of them give two shits about your grades of course) or any problem you might have that can't be resolved with hughs,money or knives,or to spend quality time with you and Stu.

They're both,as I already said,very irresponsible,Stu more than Billy,but they kinda? make up for it in caring,even if in very different ways.

Sorry if this is very short,I had no idea what to write. Next will be better,I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vxncevis]

❝Ce Que Les Bois Ont Pris❞ “What the Woods Took”

➜ Pairing: Remmick/Child!Vampire!Reader

ⓘ This is an AU. It's centered around mostly reader and Remmick. If this story goes well, we might give child!reader a name, but until then she has no characterizations. Reader doesn't know much English, she mostly just replies with a nod or a facial expression, when she does reply in English, its mixed with French.

⚠︎︎ Vampirism, Child Cruelty, Child sacrifice, kidnapping, blood, murder/death, Talk of Religion but in a dark way??. mention of rotting corpses.

Chapter 1 --- Bled in Silence She was about 12 years old when her heart stopped beating, blood running cold, not dead—undead. She had been taken from a small park. Face clothed with Chloroform. She didn't even have time to kick or fight. Her happy childhood taken from her before it even peaked—stripped of her freedom.

She was supposed to be home before the sun dipped under the horizon, before the nick critters started chirping. Her mama would've turn the porch light on before she even got there. The small light flickering, light bulb about to go out. Her pa hadn't fixed it yet, been doing the most he could for minimum wage. Her ma was stuck at home, taking care of her little brother—Isaac, age 4.

She was happy, with what she had anyway. Kids picked on her for her clothes, patched and sewn different colors. Some days she only ate one mean a day, some not at all. But at least she had a roof over her head, and a family that loved her.

She was on the small merry-go-round, it spin. The swift wind brushing through her hair. Her giggles snapping through the air, by the time the sun started going down, she was already walking back home from the old park. Skipping, her pink, patchy dress bouncing as her feet hit the ground with each skip. Humming to herself, eyes watching the ground as she skipped along the familiar road.

She had would this road countless times. Realization setting in that she may have taken a wrong turn somewhere.. maybe when she stopped to pet the old dog of Mr. Charlies work shot, waving to him as she passed. Or when she saw a pretty rock on the ground, picking it up and putting it into the small pocket her mama had stitched into her dress.

Maybe she took a wrong turn when passing that old tree.. wait- there was never a tree there.

Anxiety crept deeper, and deeper into her little chest. Lower lip trembling when she realized that, she was indeed, lost.

Then she heard a voice, "A'ye there i'ttle lady." An old southern drawl hit her ears, causing her to whip around towards the noise. Her heart hammered in her chest when she saw a group of men coming towards her. One had a rope on his hand, another had a pretty big knife.

"We ain't gon' hurt'cha.." One spoke.

Then another, "..Much.." the snicker in his voice told her alone, that these men weren't here for a small chat if the rope and knife didn't unsettle her enough. The group of men laughed at the others comment. She didn't know their language.. her having been raised with French, but moved to Mississippi when she was 6. She only knew a few words in English.

She shook her head, shuffling backwards. "No.."

"Ah-ah.. don't-"

She darted, running the opposite direction of the men. Tears running down her face as she ran into the forest not too far from where she was, her pa had taught her that if she was running form someone, to run somewhere where its hard to see her.

The sun was almost all the way down, pinks fading into yellows and dark blues, like the beautiful paintings her mama would paint back in France, when they still had money.

"Shit!" One of the men shouted as she took off into the forest. She ran, faster than she ever had. Even faster than the time her and her pa would play tag in their old yard.

She had gone so deep into the woods that the sunset looked like midnight. Fog had started forming around the trees, the thick smell of woods, dirt, and the green itched her nose. Tree limbs had scratched along her face, arms and cut up her dress. She looked over her shoulder when she suddenly tripped, rolling down a hill. She let out a loud scream when she went down. That was her second mistake.

Her first was begging her mama to let her go to the park after she had said no.

She sat up quickly, her knees were scrapped, blood rolling down her skin. Her dress, the pretty dress her mama had spent time on was ruined with blood and dirt, ripped and tattered at the ends. Snap

She didn't have time to look over her shoulder when something came in contact with her face.. a cloth with something on it. She could smell it as she kicked and screamed and clawed at the hand holing the cloth over her mouth.

Then, slowly.. her eyes got heavy, and her fighting stopped. Going limp.

"Lil' bitch scratched me!" A guy hissed, tucking the cloth into his back pocket then picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Pussy.." Was all the other guy said as they walked back to the clearing that had come from, their lanterns lighting the way since the sun was long gone now.

When they made it back to the road, a man was pasting back and forth in front of an old truck. "It's almost 10 PM! We have to get there before 2:30! Boss man needs the kid before 3 AM for the ritual to work!" He flailed his arms around, pointing every which way and other.

The guy holding the lantern, and the man holding the young girl they shamelessly took looked at each other with an expression of annoyance.

"Marty, shut the fuck up before we sacrifice you." The one holding the lantern said as they walked to the truck, Marty walked over and opened the back door where the older man holding the kid got in, putting her on the seat next to him.

"Butch, y'sure we can't just kill him?" The boy whispered to Butch, eyeing Marty with an annoyed expression. "Na. Th'boss wouldn' like it if we killed his son, Henry."

Mart got into the driver seat as Henry and Butch got settled in the truck.

The drive was long, but had plenty Chloroform for the kids to keep her unconscious.

They made it to their destination, 4 hours later. Butch picked the young 12 year old up and out of the truck. Henry and Marty walking behind as they made it to an old church, hidden deep into the woods, overgrown with vines and weather warped.

The second they stepped foot anywhere close to the threshold, it felt wrong. Marty had already puked up his last meal, Henry had a nose blood, and Butch nearly fainted stepping into the doorway. If that wasn't a sign to leave now, to leave and never look back, save themselves, then Devil Behold their the stupidest men in Mississippi.

Inside, there was their boss, Estase. An old man with back problems with more battle wounds than teeth.

He had 5 scars.

"'Brought the girl?" Was all he said, his back facing the three men. Butch nodded, "Y'sir."

Estase waved forward from behind him, "Bring'em here." He spoke, voice husky from something.. maybe yelling so much, or smokin' too many packs.

Henry and Marty walked over too, then Estase got up from where he was sitting and started walking out the door of the old Church.

"Uh- Boss?" Marty spoke, making eye contact with the other two men.

"You gon' stay alone in that Church? Least let me have the girl so I'll get eternal life m'self." That's what got them to moving.

The group of men made their way to an old tree where animal bones were hung from the limbs.

Henry gave Butch and Marty an expression of "What the fuck?!"

Estase looked over his shoulder to the men, his hand out to Henry. "Rope." Was all he said as Henry handed him the rope from his back pocket.

It took a little bit but they eventually got the rope to hook onto a sturdy branch of the tree, and the other end of the long rope, looped around the poor girls ankles.

They continued the ritual, chanting something from the old dusty red book Estase had. It had the cover of "Holy Bible" on the front, but if you were real about Religion, you'd know that this book was far from Holy.

By the time they really started the Ritual, the young girl was already awake, crying and flailing as blood rushed to her head from being hung upside down.

The minute before 3 AM, Estase took the knife from Henry, then sliced the young girls neck open after chanting in a language most didnt understand. With the small lantern Henry was holding, they watched the light leave the girls eyes, rolling into the back of her head as blood poured from her neck, over her face and landing onto the ground under her.

Marty laughed, saying he started to feel differently, so did Henry and Butch. Estase just looked at the young girl as she dangled there, swaying side to side, blood dripping form her hair and neck onto the ground.

they killed a girl, and was expecting to get immortality from it. But Estase read the book wrong.. he hadn't told the three other men that he was hard at seeing, and that they had missed a step.

Marty spoke up, running his hand through his dark hair. "What's supposed to happen, Pa?"

"Your wounds should be healed, son!" The older man raised his hands as he turned around, facing the others.

The thing about Marty and his father, was that they hadn't seen each other in years. Estase had gotten into contact with Marty a few days ago, saying he knew how to get immortality, and be rich. They just hade to take a life for an eternal one. Yeah, Estase read the book wrong. So, so very wrong. Instead of the four men getting eternal life, becoming immortal and rich.. they gave a young girl immortality, Eternal life, and made her sell her soul to the Devil Himself.

"Naw, somethin' ain't right," Butch started, his facial expressions turning sour. "Nothin' is changin'!"

Butch looked over to Marty, grabbing the man by his collar and picking him up. "You said we'd have immortality! I took off work to do this! Ther' ain't no pay, you get led out dead in the hay." He threatened, teeth gritting against each other.

Henry had walked over to the girl as the old man, Butch and Marty argued. Then all the sudden a gargled choking sound hit their ears.

They looked over and they saw Henry holding his neck as he walked closer to Butch who had finaly let Marty go, dropping him as he grabbed Henry.

"What the f-" Butch's words died down when he looked over to the tree where the dangling girl was hung upside down. The sight before them made Marty's own mama roll in her grave.

The young girl, who was supposed to be dead, looked at them with red colored eyes, rows of razor sharp teeth glinting in the lantern nearby. Butch looked back at Henry who he was holding, now laid dead in his arms, blood coating his hands. He dropped him, shuffling backwards as the three men ran off.

The young girl was left hanging there, upside down. She tried with all her might, swinging up in a way to claw at the rope attached to her ankles, but she was too weak. She didn't feed yet, she didn't know she was supposed to.

It felt like hours of hanging there, she had given up. Arms dangling over her head her dress pulled upside down and her ripped leggings messed up. All she could think about was her mama, a warm bed, her papa, and her little brother Isaac and warm food.

Food

Hungry.. she was oh so very hungry, looking down at the corpse of the man she had killed but not yet eaten. The hungry drove her to claw at her own ankles, trying to get the rope off, but the more she tugged, the tighter it seemed to get. And soon, she got tired.

And soon it started to rain, and after the rain came day. The trees' shadow doing little to hide her from the sun, blisters whelping on her skin. Her lips began to chap and her eyes started to get heavy.

Two suns had passed, and the body of the man too far to reach, started to bloat and smell. He didn't smell as fresh as he did the first day. Natures animals would come close, but not too close. Seeming to know that the young girl smelled different from other predators than bear.

The sun had just started going down when she heard a tree branch snap, her heavy eyes blinked slowly, weakly. Truth be told that she smelled him before she heard him.

Him.

Him?

Had one of those men come back to finish her off?

No, they smelled differently than what she was smelling now. The four men smelled of old cologne and cigarette smoke. This one smelled like death itself. Death, musk, blood.

If she had enough strength to call out like she had the day before, she would have. But her tongue felt heavy, and her jaw felt screwed shut. The dried blood on her face caked in drippy runs down her face and the drip of blood from her neck where she was sliced open, still not healed, along with other scars, from not drinking blood from the man below her.

The scent hit Remmick before he even saw her.

Burnt copper and rot. Thick and heady. Something that night had drawn him there, he didn't understand why, it just felt dark.. like death. And death always attracts more death. Blood that had been spilled and left to fester. Flesh too long in the heat. It coiled in his nostrils like a curse—unholy and sour. He paused mid-step, one hand resting on the trunk of a gnarled tree, eyes narrowing as he scanned the underbrush.

Then he heard it. The drip… drip… drip of blood, slow and rhythmic. Not fresh. Not fast. Just... draining.

He saw the dirty pink color from behind some bushes, wrapped around a small shape dangling from the low branch of a tree— hung by its ankles. Rope twisted around thin skin, tearing deep into pallid flesh that was already discolored. Her arms hung limp. Head tilted. Her hair matted and caked with blood and dirty. And beneath her…

A body.

Rotting. Gutted. Torn open at the chest like something desperate had tried to claw its way in instead of out.

Remmick moved forward slowly. His boots barely disturbed the dried leaves. For a moment, he could only stare.

She couldn’t be older than eleven or twelve—though he knew better. That wasn’t a child. Not anymore. Not with the slight elongation of her teeth, the purplish tint under her eyes, the too-silent stillness of her chest. But… she looked like one. Looked fragile.

“Shit…” he muttered under his breath. Running his hand through his dark hair as he walked closer, right in front of her, near the bloated corpse.

Her eyelid fluttered.

Barely.

He knelt beside the corpse first, nudging the mans carcass with his boot. No sign of life, obviously. Just bite marks that hadn’t finished the job, as if her body had given out before she could even feed, or before she knew she had to.

“Aye, little one,” he said gruffly, stepping closer to her. “How long you been up there?”

No answer. Just another slow blink. Her lips were cracked. Bloodless.

“Did this to yourself or someone else do it?” He knew the answer by the picture in front of him. Bones hanging from the tree she was hanging from, the dead mans body, the disarray of her little pink patched dress and her pink leggings.

Still no answer.

He stood beneath her and reached up, fingers brushing her ankle. She whimpered. A sound so soft, so unbelievably small, that it made something inside him twist. The skin around the rope was nearly to the bone—torn raw from days of trying to writhe free.

“Fucking hell…”

He didn’t hesitate. Elongating his claws and sawed through the rope, catching her before she hit the dirt.

Her body was cold. Not just vampire cold—starved cold. Desperation hummed off her like a whisper.

She tried to growl at him when he picked her up. Tried to snarl. But it came out cracked, dry, like a baby animal too weak to even bite. And her eyes—those too-bright, undead eyes—were wide with a mix of terror and instinct.

“I’m not gon' hurt cha,” he muttered, holding her against his chest like something precious and dangerous at the same time.

Her fingers curled into his suspenders.

Whether from fear or recognition, he couldn’t tell.

“S'okay,” he said. Not realizing how softly his voice had fallen. “You don’t gotta fight no more.”

She was trembling now, almost imperceptibly. And then—

The tears came.

Silent. Like they’d been locked inside her for so long they didn’t know how to sound.

Remmick didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just kept holding her. Letting her cry without sound. Letting her bleed onto his shirt. Letting her be.

Because she didn’t need a stake, or a cage, or a bullet to the head.

She needed someone who understood.

And he’s been that hungry before..

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[tinandabin]

How would Muzan, sanemi, Tanjiro (Separate) react to kid reader being scared of them?

here u go!! so sorry for the wait.

Muzan-

He's HEARTBROKEN.

I mean, he gets it, his red eyes and his black hair and him being freakishly pale!

HE MUST BE A VAMPIRE!!! Is what you think.

He doesn't intend to look scary please don't be scared of him.

He's going to try so hard to get you to at least look him in the eyes. 😭😭

You could just like glance at a toy and bam, it's already in front of you.

He's so fucking desperate, I swear.

It's okay though, he's very patient with you + gentle.

And soon enough, you start to find vampires cool, because VAMPIRES.

AND OH MY GOD, HE'S CRYING BECAUSE FINALLY, YOU AREN'T AS SCARED OF HIM AS YOU WERE. HE CAN ASCEND TO HEAVEN NOW. Not like he will ever be in heaven tho.

Sanemi-

No no- please don't be scared of him. He only wants to scare demons, NOT YOU.

But you tell him, his scars all over his body, his wide eyes which look like they will pop out anytime and his maniac grin..it's all so scary. Not to add him having no eyebrows makes you believe he is not human.

And after he finds out, that yes, you are actually scared of him, he's going to be so hesitant to even be around you.

Poor boy doesn't want to make you feel more scared than you are.

He avoids you a lot because like if you even see him you basically naruto run the fuck away from that country.

He really wishes to spend time with you though.

With the hashiras pushing him to interact with you, he finally does.

And my God is it awkward.

He's just like, "Hey, um, do you-uh want ice cream..?"

At this point, he's the one who is scared of you /j.

Of course, he's very gentle with you. It's like that Gordon Ramsay Meme.

Sanemi with kid reader: Oh dear, Oh dear, gorgeous.

Sanemi with anyone who isn't kid reader: YOU FUCKING DONKEY.

And that sums up what Sanemi will be like. No joke.

Tanjiro-

Everyone is so shocked to see you be scared of TANJIRO, the angel in real life, the best boy.

Tanjiro is sad to see you being scared of him, but no worries!

Whenever you look at him he always smiles at you, ( please this is only platonic ) he carries you when you are tired even though you still are scared of him.

Probably praises you when you do even the smallest of tasks, like, helping an ant by giving it some crumbs of sugar.

Of course, he's trying his best to make you warm up to him.

He didn't have fucking ( idk ) dead siblings for nothing.

In the end, you end up not being scared of him. What did we expect.

MASTERLIST

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Could you do headcanons about c!ranboo finding and raising a enderman hybrid baby male reader please

Ah this one was really fun! It’s also kind along so be prepared /pos /g

Summary: Ranboo had to save you

Pairing: P!Ranboo X Reader

Pronouns: He/him (it used by mean guy)

[A/n]: Requests are closed, please check back later <3

The divorce hit Ranboo hard, Tubbo had got full custody of Michael and ownership of all their shared things, leaving Ranboo with nothing but what he had on him and what he previously left behind.

It was clear to everyone that his life was dull, the sharp point whittled down till there was hardly anything left. Ranboo struggled through each day, barely finding the motivation to get out of bed in the morning. It was a struggle to watch, Ranboo let his life fall apart, ripping him at the seams as it went. Techno and Phil had tried their best to coax him back into a healthier lifestyle but he never seemed to budge, simply laying in bed, only getting up when absolutely necessary.

“Ranboo, are you home?” A soft knock accompanied the delicate voice, hoping for an answer, praying for any sign of life.

“Come in.” His voice was hoarse and barely there, but she heard it, using the invitation to step into the home and out of the cold. The sight before her had her heartbreaking, the home was a wreck and so was its only inhabitant.

“Oh, Ranboo.” Niki knelt down beside the boy who was simply laying on the floor of his home, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his face as she did.

“I know you aren’t in the best mood, but I was wondering if you’d come to the nearby town with me? I need to get some food for my pets and hate to go alone. I’d ask Techno or Phil but they’re both busy.” Ranboo really did not want to get off his floor, but he knew Niki would never bother him if she really didn’t need him, and so he got up. Clambering to his feet slowly, the tall ender boy grabbed everything he felt he’d need before following the girl out of his home.

The town wasn’t far so there was no problem with walking, a little bit of snow never hurt. And while he hated to admit it, it was kind of nice to get out of his home, to walk around and listen to his friend chatter, even if he never answered back. The stroll to the town was short, the two quickly reaching the small area full of traders. There wasn’t much of value in the market area, but Niki wasn’t looking to buy anything valuable, she simply needed some animal feed.

There was something that caught Ranboo’s eye though, a stall with a sign saying ‘Hybrid’s For Sale’. Ranboo thought it was inhumane and cruel to do such a thing, he wanted to help the poor people though.

“What hybrids are you selling?”

“Only got one left, and it’s gonna cost ya.”

“How much?” Ranboo watched as the man reached beside him, lifting the cloth off the cage and revealing what was inside. It was a small boy, wearing thin clothes not fit for the chilly weather. It was clear he was an enderman hybrid as he bore similar traits to the mob. Purple eyes, largemouth, long and lanky limbs, black splotches standing out against his skin.

“If you want it, you gotta pay. And the price ain’t cheap.”

“Ranboo! I’m ready to go!” Ranboo looked to Niki, nodding and motioning that he’ll be there momentarily.

“Can I get a full look at him? Want to make sure he’s healthy before I decide.” Ranboo wasn’t sure if his plan would work, but it was worth trying. Thankfully, the man believed him, reaching over to unlock the cage and dragging the boy out. When the boy was fully out of the cage Ranboo looked him over, turning him in a circle a few times and checking him over to really sell the act.

“So, what do you think?”

“I’ll take him.” Ranboo meant it when he said take, as quickly as he could the tall man scooped up the child and ran, yelling to Niki to run. Not sure what was happening, but trusting in her friend, she ran with him, doing her best to avoid the angry villager shooting arrows in their direction. The duo ran, not stopping until they had reached a place they knew they were safe, Philza’s house.

“Phil!” Luckily the winged man had returned home at this point, his large piglin friend with him.

“Fuck!” Ranboo had just barely dodged an arrow, the sharp tip impaling the front door of Phil’s home. This caught the attention of the two men in the home, both were quick to grab their weapons. Technoblade had stormed out into the fire, quickly putting an end to the onslaught of arrows, Phil remained in the home, watching all entrances in case someone had tried to break in.

“What did you two do?” Ranboo nearly died at how terrifying Techno looked, the piglin man was clearly pissed at having to save the ass of the ender boy.

“Is that a child?” Phil was the first one to notice the small boy cradled in Ranboo’s arms.

“That guy was selling hybrid’s, he was the only one left, and rather than pay I just grabbed him and ran.” There was a silent hatred growing in the three before him, having learned just what kind of horrible person the guy was.

“Well, I don’t think he’ll be doing much of anything anymore.” No one had noticed but there were bloodstains on Techno’s sword, indicating the man had taken a hit.

“Well, I guess the bears won’t need dinner tonight.” Phil sighed before setting his weapon down, slowly approaching Ranboo and the boy.

“Can I see him?” Ranboo went to pass the small boy to Phil, only for the lot to receive a loud shriek instead. The noise pierced the ears of all except Ranboo, who recognized the noise as an aggravated enderman noise. Ranboo wasn’t sure what to do, the poor child was clinging to him as if his life depended on it.

“Hey it’s alright, we aren’t gonna hurt you.” Phil tried to talk the child down, but the poor boy just let out another aggravated noise, he clearly wasn’t understanding anything Phil was saying. In a desperate attempt to calm the small boy down, Ranboo began speaking in ender, which the boy seemed to understand.

“He understands ender but not English.”

“That’s alright, is he hungry, we might have something he likes.”

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[juju-on-dat-beat]

A/N: Reader is gender neutral and around 14 years of age. Sniper is a bit older in this,,, Like he looks to be

There might be some misspelled words, sorry bout that. Its really late over here. This is Platonic. Requests are still open.

Requested by someone on wattpad! I am practicing how to write fics

Also bad words.

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It was a cloudy day outside. There was a small reddish house that was somewhere in the lands of Australia.

Two old folks were taking care of a certain (H/L) (H/C) child.

Y/N. That was their name. Y/N was asleep on a comfy bed in the house.

Though, this day was a very special day for the child! It was their birthday! How lovely.

Y/N opened their eyes to the sound of birds chirping. There, they realized it was their special 14th birthday!

Y/N jumped off the bed and immediately ran downstairs.

"Gramma? Gramma! Its my birthday today" Y/N chirped with excitement.

"Oh, yes! Yes it is!" Ms. Mundy said with delight as she placed down a potted plant and walked to her grandkid.

Ms. Mundy quickly hugged the child as she smiled.

Y/N smiled with enthusiasm and even more excitement.

"Gramma, Im gonna turn 14 today! Im so excited! Dad's gonna teach me how to use a bow and arrow!" Y/N said as they turned their head to their dad's bow and arrow.

"Heh, my child, just do not use it for the bad. Use it for the good, hm?" Ms. Mundy asked the excited child.

Y/N responded with a nod, recieving a head pat from Ms. Mundy.

"Now, I will go bake a cake for the birthday boy/girl!" Ms. Mundy said as she walked towards the kitchen.

Y/N then ran off to find their grandfather this time. The child ran outside looking for him.

"Gramps? Grampy?" Y/N called. Y/N decided to search the fields.

Just as Y/N was about to give up, Mr. Mundy scared them.

"Boo!" He boomed.

Y/N couldnt help but yelp and giggle after.

"Grampy! You scared me! Its my 14th birthday! You cant do that to me." Y/N giggled.

"Hehe! I know bithday kid." Mr. Mundy said as he gave his grandkid a headpat, until Y/N hugged him,, but Y/N smile turned into a frown.

"Do you think dad's gonna make it?" Y/N asked sadly. "Like, my last birthday. Gramps, I know he is always busy and that he does love me, but sometimes I want him to stay here."

Now it was Mr. Mundy's turn to frown.

"Yes, I know. Your father has- ... A stressful job sweetie. Though I believe he wouldnt miss this for the world." Mr. Mundy assured the sad little child.

Y/N smiled at his reassurance.

"Lets go decorate! I want this birthday to be the most special!" Y/N cheered as they grabbed their grandfather's hand and dragged him towards the red house.

••••

(Short timeskip)

The living room was decorated for Y/N's birthday. Y/N didnt really like having friends over, its harder and longer to clean up.

It was 6:30 PM. Just right after dinner.

The saddest news was that Y/N's father has not come home yet. Though, Y/N waited.

They didnt even wanna blow out the candles. They wanted to wait.

"Y/N, just blow the candles. Its your 14th birthday!" Y/N's Grandfather said, holding his slight annoyed look.

"No! Dad isnt home yet and I refuse to let him miss out anymore!" Y/N argued, pouting and crossing their arms.

"He wont miss anything! Look, I'll take a picture! Your father would still be delighted." Ms. Mundy said softly as she held a camera in her hands.

"Still no, gramma. I want him to physically be here!" Y/N said as they held their breath so they wouldnt accidentally blow the candles.

Ms. Mundy and Mr. Mundy looked at each other, defeated. Y/N was very stubborn, though they loved their father not to miss their birthday.

Soon, both Ms. Mundy and Mr. Mundy cleaned the table up but left the cake on the table for Y/N to still have a chance to make a wish or not.

7:00 PM

The clock read. Y/N became a little bit bored and folded their hands on the table. Y/N sighed and waited as time went by.

7:30 PM

No sign. Ms. Mundy decided to wait with little Y/N and Y/N offered a slice but never wanted to blow the candle's fire.

8:30 PM

Still no sign. Y/N was pacing around the room and Mr. Mundy tried to calm them down but failed.

9:30 PM

No... Sign..

By this time, Y/N offered their grandparents to sleep already and that they could take care of themselves.

10:30 PM

There was still no sign. Y/N was getting sleepy but laid on the couch and decided to watch some toons as they waited.

11:00 PM

Y/N almost fell asleep but was awaken by a loud noise from the outside. They got up excited but just saw a car run by, apparently the car just honked. Bored, they went back to watching toons as the cake was still on the table. Candle was close to being burnt out.

11:58 PM

Y/N stared at their cake, the fire now barely alive. Just a little sparkle left.

Y/N sighed.

"He's not coming" Y/N muttered sadly as they blew out the candle.

"Happy Birthday" Y/N whispered to themself as they took a slice.

••••

After a bit, Y/N  washed their plate and brushed their teeth. They were about to go upstairs and sleep.

The front doorknob fumbled to which Y/N stopped with surprise.

It revealed a man with a hat and orange glass. He also wore a brown vest on top of his red shirt. A sniper rifle on his back.

"Y/N?" He said.

"Oh! Dad! Hi.." Y/N smiled. Glad that their father was finally here but sad he missed everything else.

"Im so sorry, kiddo. Work's stressful and moi boss wanted me an' moi co-workers to do some extra jobs." Mundy explained as he quickly went to his child and hugged them.

"Im so so sorry" He said sadly while he patted their child's back.

"I-Its okay, Dad. Really. I know that its stressful. I saved you a slice" Y/N said as they hugged their father back.

"Thank ya, kiddo. Ill teach ya how tah shoot a bow and arrow, jus as I promised." Mundy grinned.

Y/N smiled at their father.

Mundy was just late, how could things get worse?

••••

(Few months later)

Mr. Mundy and Ms. Mundy had passed away recently, leaving Mundy and Y/N alone in the red house.

Y/N was miserable. Crying from the death of their grandparents. But Y/N always remembered that they are now in a better place.

Mundy comforted his kid, all the time. Now especially that he had a very long break from his job. Though he was not the same anymore after finding out that he was adopted and his real parents may not have wanted him.

Sniper sighed in frustration and sadness as he placed his head on his hands holding the adoption papers and multiple newspapers. He was trying to find out where he came from and who his birth parents are.

Y/N, his kid, walked down th stairs and looked at their father sadly.

"Dad?" Y/N started "Are.. You alright?" They finished.

"Oh uh, Y/N. Yeah. Ah am. Jus' tryin to fiond something out, Kiddo." Sniper replied.

Y/N showed a frown, knowing that he was lying but never said anything.

"Can we.. Visit Mom's grave?" Y/N muttered and fumbled with their fingers nervously.

Sniper was soon broken from his thoughts and frowned.

Sniper sighed. "You go on ahead, Kiddo. Im quite busy"

Y/N tried to keep the tears in now.

'You always are' Y/N said but never over her breath.

Y/N got out of the house. They walked and walked towards a part of the field with gravestones, one of them had a name; M/N (Mother's Name) engraved on it.

They sat alone. No words spoken.

••••

(6 Months later)

Y/N barely talked anymore. They mostly tried to keep their Dad better.

Y/N never said much to their father anymore but never backed away from a hug. If Sniper even gave that often.

The child also realized how fucked up their relationship was with their dad. It wasnt like volcanic bad but it was still quite bad.

But something would happen today which will make Y/N perk up... In fear, confusion and even a little traumatic for the poor child.

Right now Y/N was laying on their bed, staring at the ceiling fan. That was when their dad, Mundy/Sniper (but you knew that..) opened their door.

"Dad has some guests so stay silent. Okay?" Sniper said softly.

Y/N had their head up and nodded.

Sniper closed the door again and Y/N stared at the ceiling fan.

"Visitors? We never had any before.." Y/N muttered to themself.

Y/N got up from their bed and opened the door.

They peaked out from just the small corner from the staircase, the darkness covering Y/N.

There they saw two people walk inside and Y/N placed hands on their mouth so they wouldnt breath too loudly.

The two were talking about Y/N's father. One of them complaining that Sniper isnt here and that they should leave.

Y/N never knew why they called their father 'Sniper' isnt that just a gun?

What caught Y/N's attention again was that their father jumped one of them and injected something in the victim's neck.

Y/N couldnt do anything. The poor child was scared and struggled to breath. Though they kept their hands on their mouth still.

After a bit Y/N looked back down to see both victims tied to a chair. A woman and a man.

From downstairs, Sniper huffed and wiped his sweat. He then went for the stairs which alerted Y/N and quickly but silently retreat to their room again.

Y/N quickly laid on their bed, heart thumping in their ears.

Sniper then opened the door.

"Hey, Kiddo? Jus' stay quiet for dad for a lil' whoile longah, kay?" He murmured and closed the door again, suspecting nothing.

Y/N then panted from fear and confusion.

Poor Y/N was so confused of what just happened. They processed and processed but never got anywhere far.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, Y/N believed it was safe to look downstairs again.

Y/N repeated what they did before and peaked downstairs with thei hands covering their mouth.

At the moment, the woman was awake and kept spitting at the other victim to which he woke up with anger.

"Bloodeh hell, Girl! Are you spittin on meh!?" The male victim said angrily.

"YES! Ive been waking you up for ten minutes!" The girl replied.

"YOUVE BEEN SPITTIN AT MEH FOR 10 MINUTES!?" He yelled.

"Demo" The girl started.

'Demo?' Y/N thought.

"Im tied up and Im worried and Im very thirsty." The girl complained.

The small conversation went on for a bit. Then 'Demo' tried to figure out an escape plan. Not until Sniper inserted another injection in 'Demo' again.

Y/N, shaken with fear, was too scared to continue and immediately went to their room.

"Dad's crazy, Mum." Y/N said, praying to their mom and started packing. Thinking that they wouldnt last long.

Y/N was now planning to run away, thinking it wasnt safe any longer here.

It took a bit for the bag to be filled. When it was finished, Y/N wiped their sweat.

Though they were not finished in time for they heared footsteps coming up the stairs.

In panic; Y/N threw the bag out their window and was about to go too. Not until the door opened.

"Y/N!" Y/N's dad, Mundy/Sniper said. "Were gonna go- what're ya doin?" He paused.

Y/N then improvised, badly.

"Eheh.. Heyyyy.... Dad. Just... Getting some air, you know me" Y/N said pretending like they werent just about to leave.

"Oh uh, okay." Sniper shrugged. "Anyway, were gonna see my birthparents! Or... Your... Real... Grandparents.." He said trailing off in the end.

"What about the.. 'guests'?" Y/N asked suspiciously.

"Oh! They are takin us there!" Sniper said excitedly.

Y/N had their mouth shut now.

"Eheh... So uh. Funny story-" They tried to explain.

"No toime, Kiddo! Lessgo!" He said and carried Y/N down rhe stairs.

Y/N sat in silence, confused.

••••

(Timeskip)

Y/N POV

There we were. In this 'place'... Meeting my real grandparents for the first time. Some of them were concerned that my dad 'actually had a kid'. Weird.

Dad was more excited than me, I bet. This is probably the longest conversation Ive had with him for months. Im still willing to talk to him.

After he finishes explaining why the heck did he inject something into a man.

Now we have met my real grandparents.

I.. I dont think they are very thrilled to see me. They are.. Very ignorant and bland..

They were talking about Australium? Whats that? Nuclear source? Wha?

I was very confused at the moment so I fecided to look around and touch some things.

I found this ... Thing.. That had levers, buttons and a ton more.

"Woah.." I mutter in awe

Just as I was about to touch a button, a ruler slapped my hand.

I yelp in pain and hold my hand, trying to sooth the pain. I turned tp the person who slapped my hand with tears pricking my eyes.

"Dont. Touch." My real grandmother said.

"Im dealing with a child much of a husband. I dont need another." She scoffed and took another sip from her red drink.

I sucked on my lip trying to stop myself from crying.

Mean while what I didnt know was that my dad's having much worse.

My real grandmother then went back to whatever they were talking about and decided to not touch anything but wander around instead.

Still holding my hand and walking. Out of no where I heard someone yell and the ground rumbling.

I looked back to see a golden rocket ship fly out with my grandmother inside it.

People were visibly ashamed, confused and disappointed. One of them was that girl victim earlier, she was upset that the 'Administrator' was gonna kill her.

What was worse was that water started flowing in.

"Mom!" My father yelled.

I looked at him in shock. Dad then looked at me and immediately picked me up.

"You okay, kiddo?" He asked me with worry on his face.

I nodded at him, lying about my hand. I then hugged him, scared of whats happening.

I blocked out every noise and closed my eyes hoping that everything will be okay the next.

Dad put me down now and I held his arm.

"Wait, Wheres my dad?" He asked. He held my hand this time.

"He must be back at the lab, Sniper dont. If you go back you'll die!" The girl warned.

I look at dad with shock. I tugged his shirt.

"Dont go!" I pleaded.

"Its okay sweetie" He answered and looked back at the girl again.

"It dont matter. He's my dad" He replied to her.

"NO!" I yell and hold onto his arm tighter than ever.

He hushed me and looked at me, pain in the eyes behind his glasses.

"If Im not back in-" He tried to tell me and the others.

Someone cut him off telling Dad that grandpa was on the submarine. Now, IN the submarine.

I look up at the submarine which we came in and saw gramps in there. I had hope until he drove away.

My face fell. I was very dissapointed right now. I had so many other fellings, I just couldnt process them all at once.

"Dad.. I-I wanna cr-" I tried telling him that I wanted to cry and that I was confused until I was cut off by him.

"Wait, Its opening again!" He yelled.

I let go of his arm and looked at the door. The girl looked at me with sorrow and sorry in her eyes. She then allowed me to hug her hand which I accepted.

"He came back!" My father yelled. "He came back!" Dad repeated.

I smiled a little. Maybe they werent so bad? I looked at dad. He was so happy.

Dad then muttered something which I couldnt hear.

I looked back at the entrance and saw that it wasnt our ship.

The next thing I knew, Dad was shot two times.

••••

I heared ringing in my ears. Thats all I heard. I didnt know what I did. All I know was that I had my open and I pushed the lady away and was running towards my dad.

I couldnt control anything at this moment.

I felt true pain. Water came out my eyes, tears.

Sound then came back.

I was yelling and crying as I grabbed my dad's unconscious body and shook him.

"D-Dad? DAD! DAD!" I continued to yell.

People were talking. I couldnt hear them. All I heard was my sobs and cries. The water around my dad turned into blood.

Then 'Demo' picked my dad up and puting me behind him. I held my father's hand just incase but I was still in pain.

Demo looked at me with sorrow.

"Im so sorry lass." He said softly and quickly.

I looked at him with tears falling down my face and my hair all over my face. I held my dad's hand harder now.

"Dont die" I mutter softly.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: 3045 Words. Oorah

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

Headcanon Mccree x kid!reader ( I'm still need more parents contents ) also reader have ability to talk with animals and Mccree don't know about it , until one day they go camping and Mccree see his kid been hug by a bear ( How much you bet that he gonna have a heart attack? )

Wooohh damn Daddy Mccree here we go! I can't bet with money cuz I don't have any 😅 but I'm preeeeeeetty sure that' he's gonna get a slight heart attack.

Dad! Jesse McCree x Kid! reader [Headcannons]

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• Being the kid of this cowboy is tough seeing that he's been on the run for years with that big ass bounty in his head.

• Mostly running away and constantly moving from one place to another.

• even if he teaches you how to fight, to defend yourself, he will never let you see him shoot someone else.

• he doesn't want his kid to see him in that light, he will make sure that you will have a happy childhood even for just a little while.

• so what's even better that having Father and Son/Daughter bonding?.

• Since you can't exactly go around and peacefully enjoy places, Jesse thought that maybe pretending to be on a camping trip would be a good Idea.

• and Camping with Daddy it is!, when Jesse told you this, you were so excited! you don't know camping exist until now.

• "Ready for Camping Kiddo?" "Born ready Daddy!!".

• While in the woods Jesse teach you some survival tips like how to figure out which berries to eat and to avoid, how to climb a tree, to make a fire and all that stuff.

• you were finally learning something! yay! but when Jesse teaches you things about survival tips you can't help but not ignore little voices popping all around you.

• like for example that time Jesse told you that water from the stream are a good source of drinking water you would hear small high pitch voices saying.

"ew! does that human know that Grizelda baths in that water?".

"yuck that's disgusting!"

• looking around you see two chipmunks talking being naive and thinking that it's normal you just warned your father.

"Um daddy I don't think you should drink that water".

"Why is that kid-d-do?*chokes*". spitting some water he sees some fur on it turning green he dashes away vomits towards some poor bushes.

• that doesn't end there, when the night comes and you were roasting marshmallows with Jesse you can here small voices singing around you but to Jesse he can only hear crickets sounds.

"Damn those insects are so noisy".

"I think there voices are beautiful".

"Huh? well atleast you're getting the hang of being in the wild good for ya".

• then after hearing a cool story from Jesse he then pokes the fire and see that you guys are low on wood.

"hey kiddo I'mma grab some fire wood real quick stay here ok?". "ok! be back soon!". "ofcourse kid".

• everything was fine until a bush behind you rustle, turning around you feared the worse but then a large bear came out and started sniffing the air.

"Oh my! what is this delicious smell". a gentle female voice came from the bear's mouth.

• the girl bear them turns towards you and see you seating alone on log, she panick and run to you.

"Oh you poor sweet thing are you lost little girl/boy? you're not supposed to be in this woods". she said before sniffing you and nuzzle your face.

"hahaha that tickles ma'am but no I'm camping with my daddy today!".

• for a while you and the female bear -Grizelda was her name- hangout while you wait for Jesse to comeback, you showed her how to roast marshmallows and sharing it with her.

• When Jesse came back he thought his eyes were playing games with him while he chokes on his breath, He see his Daughter/Son in the arms of a large back to him it looks like the bear trying to devour you but to you Grizelda was just smothering you with love.

• for a moment He forgot that he had a gun and just stands there thousands of thoughts runs through his brain and one idea came.

• screaming like a maniac he dashes towards Grizelda and tackles her to the ground and starts wrestling with her.

• you stare at Jesse while fighting Grizelda on the ground soaking up the scene.

"Whaaa-!! human stop! aahh!!".

"Don't you dare put your grummy hands on my kid!".

• he tries for a little while but Grizelda had enough and grab Jesse by the back of his clothes and roars at you which translates to.

"Dear?! is this you Father!?"

• looking at Jesse who was blindly punching the air and trying to reach Grizelda you hesitated before saying yes.

• Few moments past after trying to calm down your crazy father you told him what was really happening.

• "So you can talk to animals?, How?" "乁[ ◕ ᴥ ◕ ]ㄏ".

• Jesse was little worried but then again the world is advancing he shouldn't be so surprised, it's a lot to process but it's not harming so he thinks alright, a little freaky but cool I guess.

• Morning came quickly and you say your good-byes to Grizelda, when you both left, Grizelda them gently roars towards Jesse.

• Turning back he sees Grizelda make a -I'm watching you- motion with her claws making Jesse gulp and quickly jogs to catch up with you.

• Your powers are cool and all but the idea of every animals being overprotective of you is a little worrying.

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it's a little comedic hope you don't mind😅 thanks for the Request by the way.

[not-so-normal-wh0re]

Thomas Hewitt x kid! Reader (platonic)

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

This man gives off dad vibes. Don't try to deny it.

Another set of victims. This time,a young man and a slightly older woman. Nothing Thomas couldn't deal with. Their car broke down in the middle of the road and they were looking for help,and were unfortunate enough to stumble upon the Hewitt's house.

He had after gone to look in their car for anything valuable and...oh shit...

He did find something,but it definitely wasn't what he was looking for.

A kid,probably younger than 6,sleeping peacefully in the backseat as if a cannibal serial killer wasn't staring at him trought the car window holding a chainsaw in one hand (he had brought it just in case).

He didn't know what to do,but what he knew was that he couldn't just leave you there to die. You were just a kid,you surely couldn't take the car and drive away,and you would die before finding anyone if you wandered off on foot,that if you didn't get attacked by an animal or worse,a person.

He also had no clue how to get you to follow him. He wasn't exactly the most calming person in terms of looks,and he didn't want to just drag you to his house. The last thing he wanted was to scare you. Fuck,he wishes he hadn't killed your parents yet. He might have let them go if he knew they had a small child. Oh well,what's done is done.

He taps on the car window gently until you stir and wake up,looking around in confusion. You nearly have a premature heart attack when you see him,letting out a small scream and scooting away instinctively,nearly falling off the seat. He steps away from the car,his hands raised and his eyes ever so slightly widened. You watch him with big,scared eyes,and he tries to look ad non-threatening as possible,which reveals to be way more difficult and less effective than he hoped.

After a minute of staring,you finally talked. He could barely hear you trought the glass. "Who are you?" He signed his name to you and you tilted your head in confusion. He sighed and just wrote it on the glass,hoping you could read it. You looked at the letters for a while before timidly reaching out and writing your own name on your side of the window. He nodded,as if to say 'nice name',and you did so too.

After another silent minute,you asked him if he knew where your parents were. He almost flinched at that. Uhmmmmmm no,he doesn't know,but he can help you look for them...

You initially refuse,stating that you'll wait for them in the car. But it's so hot inside of it and you're basically melting and he writes on the glass about some orange juice and sweets and yeah you followed him...

Stranger danger be fucked,it's hot in Texas and you have a weakness for sweets. Every kid does.

He brings you in the house and introduces you to Luda Mae,who pinches your cheek affectionately and offers you some cookies. She definitely has a bit of a soft spot for young children. You aren't ending up in the stew at least,that's for sure.

From then on,they keep you. After a couple days of you constantly asking for your mom and dad,they tell you that maybe your parents got lost and died somewhere. There's a lot of tears from you,and you cling to Thomas the whole time. He has no idea why you're holding onto him instead of someone else,like Luda Mae. But he still wraps an arm around you and rubs your back until,exausted,you fall asleep. From then on,you're always clinging to Thomas,it's like you're actually his son and not a kid he found in the car of the people he had just finished slaughtering. He doesn't mind all that much,you're small,so he can carry you all the time without much effort. Sure,it's a bit more difficult to move around with a kid on your hip,but he manages.

Hoyt is not happy about it,complaining about "having another mouth to feed" and how "You aren't even family". Usually,either Luda Mae gives him a slap on the back of the head or Thomas gives him a glare. You're one of the topics he's the most fierce about,and he's quite protective. Not in the 'grrrr stay away',more in the 'this is my kid and I will go to any lenght for him'. He never really had many people to care about that cared about him as innocently as you did. You weren't scared of him,you never asked for anything from him or expected anything. You just got attached and started treating him like family. Just like that.

He carries you around often,more so you don't end up hurting yourself somewhere. He would never forgive himself if he let you get hurt,so especially near places he knows are near traps,he will just grab you with one hand and carry you. He'll usually put you on his shoulder,hip or arm,but if he's very busy and carrying something else too,then he'll just carry you from the back of your shirt in one hand like he would his chainsaw. It really is an amusing sight.

Also,he tries not to use his chainsaw around you. He noticed how the loud noises seem to scare and bother you. It's not a big deal,it's not like he keeps you around when he's killing victims,so he doesn't have any reason to use the chainsaw when he's with you.

Also,he will not let you in the room where he kills and prepares victims. It's one of the few things he's actually strict about. You obviously don't know what's going on in there and he wants and will do anything to keep it that way. The last thing he needs is for you to be scared and maybe even try to run away out of fear. That would break his heart.

So whenever he's working on the bodies he leaves you with Luda Mae,who is more than happy to spend more time with her now grandson. He never left you with Hoyt or the others for quite obvious reasons.

But if you ever sneak into the room without his permission? Maybe while Luda Mae was distracted you quietly walked out of the kitchen and following the lead of a child's curiosity,you silently opened the door. The sight before you was...not child-friendly,to say the very least. Thomas,the guy who always carried you,who gave you head pats and let you braid his hair for fun,was skinning a girl's face off. You tried to scream,but nothing came out and you sank to your knees,gagging from the smell and the sight before you. He heard you and turned so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. Oh fuck. You found out.

He walks towards you,and you're too shocked to react. Homewever you flinch away when he goes for an hug. He feels his heart breaking at that. You're staring at the blood on his apron,on the verge of throwing up,your skin somewhere between white pale and a delicate shade of green. He takes a slow step back,leaving you room to breathe but still covering your sight of the corpses. You open your mouth to talk but close them again when another wave of horror-induced nausea hits you. You gesticulate to his bloodied apron and he slowly takes it off,trying not to startle you and scare you more. Once the bloody piece of clothing is off,you practically throw yourself at him,hugging him as tightly as you physically can. He's a big guy,so it doesn't even move him,but the weight of your actions still hits him like a train. Despite just seeing him commit a crime,killing someone and skinning off their goddamn face,you still trust him enough to hug him. To let him pull you closer and wrap his arms around you,rocking you back and forth gently as you sob,the shock of the situation now overwhelming you. You still let him pick you up and carry you away,locking the door behind him,despite the blood on his hands. You still fall asleep on him like you did so many times,now from emotional exaustion,despite what you saw.

You're still his son despite all of it.

Does someone want a part 2 where Thomas reveals his face to kid! Reader? If I receive a request for it,I will write it

[not-so-normal-wh0re]

Pretty please, my good sir, would you do a part thrrrrreee~ of Thomas hewitt x kid reader? Thank you :3

Guys I watched tcm the beginning yeasterday btw that's why I'm posting so much about Thomas.

Thomas Hewitt x kid! Reader part 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

It was a day like any other for you. You were sat outside the basement's door,waiting for Thomas to finsh a victim off so you could go for your usual walk. Over time you had gotten used to the screams and cries that echoed from diwn there,and now they were just backgroubd noises that you tried your vest to block out. Maybe that's why you didn't hear the footsteps going up the stairs. The door creacked open and you were ready to greet Thomas,only to be met with an unkown face. Before you could scream for help,the stranger,a guy maybe in his mid twenties,covered your mouth with a hand. "Hey,hey,it's okay,I'm here to help. I'll...I'll get you out og here kid. Don't worry,I'll get you out of this place." He murmured. You could still hear the victim's screams from downstairs. Thomas was probably too focused to notice this other guy. Fuck,what the hell are you supposed to do now?! He thinks you're a victim too. He's gonna take you away,he's gonna take you away from your family. You start to cry. He pushes his hand further on your mouth to silence your sobs. His hand is covered in blood,you can barely breath from the smell of it,you feel like you're gonna throw up. You hate blood with a passion,everyone in the house knows it. Even Hoyt avoids letting you see any,because it usually ends up with you kbeeling in front of thee tiolet,puking as Thomas rubs your back and holds your hair back. Not that Hoyt cares,but he doesn't like the fact that Thomas stops working until you're okay,and then you get even more clingy and he can't prepare meat because he has to carry you with him,and you can't stand the sight of it. And now,a bloody hand is pressed to your face and you can't do anything about it,you can't call for help and the nausea is so strong you can't even fight back. The guy picks you up quickly and starts running for the door. You try to struggle again,but he holds you tight enough you can barely breathe,if it wasn't already hard enough because of the nausea.

You drop the sketchbook you were doodling on before the guy arrived right oitside the door,hoping Thomas would understand you didn't just go alone somewhere or to the bathroom. You never left the sketchbook anywhere,it was always either in your hands or your pocket,so you hope seeing it on the ground will allarm Thonas enough to make him look for you. Your prayers are answered when,from where the guy and you are,you notice Thomas coming out the basement,hair slightly wet from washing the blood away. He knows you hate it when he smells like blood. You try to call for him,but the guy won't take his hand away from your mouth. He hides behind Hoyt's cars and silently gets in. He has the keys,he probably stole them from the house. He pushes you to the passenger seat,finally lettting you go to start the engine,and you scream for Thomas,who had already stepped out after noticing your sketchbook on the ground. His eyes widen when he sees you in the car wuth the person,and they fill with rage when,to shut you up probably,the guy hits you in the back of the head with something he can't see in his hand. You drop in the seat. He can't tell if you just fainted or if you're...no,he can't think that right now. His heart can't take the thought of you being dead.

He runs after the guy,who in the meantime was able to start the car. He gets to him before he can reach the road and breaks the car window with a punch,stabbing the guy with an hook in the eye. He screams in agony as the hook enters his eye socket and lets go of the steering wheel. Normally,Thomas would just drag him out and let the car stop by itself,but you're inside and he can't risk you getting hurt if the car hits something,so he opems the doors and hits the brakes with his foot,crashing the guy's in the process,who screams again,even louder. Thomas finishes him off,slicing his throat,and runs to your side of the car,opening the door and gently taking you in his arms,checking if you're breathing. You are. He thanks every god he can think of and carries your unconcious body back to the house his hands lightly shaking. He checks you over for injuries once you're back to his room. You have a nasty cut on the nape of your neck. The guy must have hit you with something really hard to leave such a deep cut. He whishes he could kill him again,this time much more slowly and painfully. He cleans and bandafes the wound and then leaves you to rest. Hoyt is screaming at him to go and bring the body back to the house for dinner. He shakes his head and points to you. And despite all his supposed autority,even Hoyt knows there's no way to get Thomas to keave your side right now. He screams about it for a while,calling Thomas disrepectul and ungrateful,but eventually just decides to leave.

Thomas,as predicted,doesn't leave the chair next to the bed until you wake up. He holds you as you cry and tell him what happened,and hands you a bucket quickly as he sees your face getting paler and more sick looking as you talk about the guy's bloodied hand on your face. Holds your hair back when you throw up and lets you cry in his chest until you fall asleep. He's both extremely angry and extremely worried,and has no idea what else to do to help you.

You're getting carried for the next few days,since you're still dizzy from the hit on the back of the neck (or so you say),and now when he's in the basement working,you stay in the kitchen with Luda Mae.

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