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You pushed the door to your apartment open, watching Harvey cook from the doorway. Quietly, you crept up behind him and pulled him into a hug. He jumped before turning to glare at you. "Stop scaring me like that!"

"But you're so cute when you're startled." You pulled him into a kiss, tasting the sauce of whatever he was cooking on his lips. "I missed you."

"Hehe, I missed you too." Blushing, he laughed and went back to stirring the pan. "You're at work so long these days."

"I know," pulling him over to the couch, you lay down on top of him, peppering his face with kisses. Harvey whined softly, still laughing, and ran his fingers through your hair. "The food's going to burn."

"Let it," the strawberry scent of his shampoo clung onto your clothes, and you hugged him. "We'll order pizza."

"We're not ordering pizza." Closing his eyes, he laid his head on your chest, smelling your laundry detergent. 

"Mmm."

"No way, I've been wanting to make this recipe for ages."

"We'll make it together this weekend."

"I've already made it, love."

"Mmph," you grumbled but kissed the top of his head. "I love you, you know that?"

"I love you too." Tears slipped down his cheeks as he smiled up at you. You wiped at his face with your sleeve, ignoring the timer going off somewhere in the kitchen.

Just as you opened your mouth to say something, Harvey jumped up. "My stir-fry!"

Laughing, you followed him into the kitchen and helped him spoon it into bowls, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Thank you."

Blush crept up his neck as he kissed you before shoving the food in his mouth. "This is way better than pizza."

Rain pounded on the school's roof, echoing in the empty hall as Gangle made her way back from drama club.

Her backpack was filled with drawings, which scattered across the floor as she rummaged for her umbrella.

Eventually, she dumped the whole thing out and still found no umbrella.

"Geez, ribbons." Jax walked up to her and grabbed a sketch of himself. "I had no idea how obsessed you are."

"Jax!" She yelped and grabbed it back from him. "What are you still doing here?"

"It's raining cats and dogs out there." He shoved the rest of the papers in her bag. "I figured you'd be airheaded enough to forget an umbrella."

"If you're just here to make fun of me, you can leave." 

"Hey, this is a public school; you can't kick me out." He pulled an umbrella out from his bag. "And here I was going to help you."

Jax padded down the hall before stopping at the door. "You coming?"

"Umm…" After hesitating for a second, she rushed next to him, taking the umbrella from him as they stepped outside.

Rain hit the umbrella and dripped off the sides, forcing them to huddle closer together.

"…you waited for me?" 

"Don't make this weird."

An awkward silence settled over them as they walked down the street. Jax stopped in front of a house. "This is me."

"Oh, okay." Still blushing softly, Gangle moved to hand back the umbrella. He pushed it back into her hand. "Keep it, weatherman says it's gonna rain tomorrow."

She smiled and held it over her head. "…but what about you?"

The chatter of the circus pounded in Jax's ears as he made his way through the tent. Eyes half shut, he stopped himself just before running into Kinger's pillow fort.

Every part of him ached as he crawled inside, sighing at the reprieve from the light.

"Jax?" Kinger scooted over and watched Jax curl up in the middle of the fort. "Everything okay?"

"Mmm." Jax groaned, ears pulled down to his back. Gently, Kinger put his hand on his forehead, only to pull it away moments later. "You're burning up."

"Shhh."

Kinger scooted next to him, petting his fur as he tried to figure out what virus this was. Slowly, Jax looked up at him and moved to rest his head on his lap. " 'm sick."

"I know."

He whined and winced as the sound hit his ears, starting to shiver. Kinger pulled the blanket over him, then wrapped him in his robe. Outside, it went quiet, and Jax started to relax. "How the [---] did I get sick?"

"I wish I knew." Light shone in as Kinger moved the pillows. "Stay here, okay?"

When he came back, Jax was in the same spot, covering his eyes with the robe. As quietly as he could, Kinger sat down next to him and set a mug of tea down by his head. "This should help."

"Mmph," barely opening his eyes, Jax sipped at the drink. "Thanks."

"Of course." Kinger went back to combing his fingers through his hair and poured something into a small plastic cup, holding it up to Jax's lips. As Jax drank it, he cringed and spluttered. "What is that?"

"Medicine"

"Gross," despite his protests, the medicine soothed the pounding in his skull. Purring softly, he moved to lay his head on Kinger's lap. "…love you."

"Ragatha?" Pomni knocked on her door, fidgeting with her hat. "Are you in there?"

"Pomni?" The door creaked open, and Ragatha stood in the doorway, hand halfway sewn on. "Hey! Is everything okay?"

"I, uh, something happened…with Jax." She cracked her knuckles and smiled awkwardly. "Can I come in?"

"Of course." She stepped aside and shut the door behind her. Pomni sat down on the plush bed, running her fingers over the seam of the blanket. "…do you need any help with that?"

"Oh! I-- yes" Ragatha sat down next to her. "Can you hold my hand?"

"S-sure," blushing, Pomni held her hand in place as Ragatha finished reattaching it. "Does that hurt?"

"A little, but I'm alright." Wincing as she tied off the thread, Ragatha stretched her wrist and leaned back against the wall. Pomni leaned back too, resting against her side. "…I don't know what's wrong with him. I mean, we were having a great time, and then he just exploded!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him these days," Ragatha sighed. "He wasn't like this when we were dating."

"You dated!?" Something sharp stabbed into Pomni's chest, and she forced a nonchalant look over her face. "Really?"

"It was a while ago." With a sad smile, Ragatha looked away and wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "Something about Ribbit's abstraction must've hit him harder than the rest of us."

"Ribbit?"

"They were an old friend of ours and were especially close to Jax." 

"What happened?"

"I don't know, whatever happened, I think he blames himself," she sighed and rested her head on top of Pomni's. "We broke up not long after that."

"Oh." Pomni looked up at her, blushing a bright red. She could feel Ragatha's breath on her face, just inches away from her own. "Sorry."

"It's alright, I've moved on…"

"Yeah?" Pomni leaned up and pressed her lips against hers. Kissing her back, Ragatha nodded and ran her fingers through Pomni's hair. "Yeah."

~

Jax watched as Ragatha and Pomni cuddled outside of Spudsy's. He was already upset at having to be back here, and now he had to watch this? Pass.

He tossed the trash next to the trashcan and slammed the door shut. "…"

"Jaax" Gangle grinned and walked up to him "why aren't you smiling?"

"I don't have time for this, ribbons." He shoved past her and went back to grilling burgers. "Go talk to the lovebirds out there."

"Uh, Jax?" Zooble pushed him away from the grill. "Go assemble the burgers."

"Ugh, you guys do nothing but complain when I try to help." He started to assemble a burger, shoving it together haphazardly. He started to squirt the stupid sauce onto it, but instead the bottle squirted into his eye. "What the [---]?"

He slumped onto the table, playing with the lettuce leaf. His ears perked up as Pomni and Ragatha came back in. Pomni walked over to him, plucking the lettuce out of his hand. "…Jax?"

"Heeey, PomPom," hiccuping, he leaned onto her, playing with the bells on her hat. "Did'ya miss me? Cause I missed you."

"You're acting weird." Gently, she pushed him off. "Are you drunk or something?"

Ragatha walked over to them and grabbed him, holding him up as his legs gave out. "He got into the stupid sauce."

Laughing, Jax tried to kiss her but ended up falling flat on his face. "Owww, why're you always so mean to me, Raggy?"

Sighing, she sat down next to him on one side and Pomni on the other. He lifted his head and set it in Pomni's lap, hiccuping. "You're like, soo hot, you know?"

"I have a girlfriend, Jax."

"Heh, I wish I had your girlfriend."

"…what?" Ragatha scooted over and leaned over him. "What are you talking about? We broke up ages ago."

"Whyyy," he whined and started to play with her hair. "I love you."

"Jax…" She pushed his hand away. "I'm dating Pomni."

"No way, I called dibs."

"…I'm right here, Jax." Pomni shifted slightly. He turned and leaned up, managing to smush his face into her shoulder. "Pomni! Cmere, I love you so much."

"You love me?" She blushed and looked from him to Ragatha. "Really?"

"Yeah," slurring, he shut his eyes and let his ears droop. "I love you guys."

"Jax, I—" Ragatha moved to touch him, but he had fallen asleep. She smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Pomni's lips. "We'll talk about this when we get home?"

"[---]!" Pomni pulled at her jester hat, which remained stuck to her head, bells jingling as she tugged. "Come on!"

"Pomni?" Kinger knocked at her door before pulling it open. "Is everything alright?"

"Uh-huh." She turned to him and tried to mask her panic, giving him an obviously forced smile. "Everything's fine."

"...Did something happen?" He stepped into her room and sat down on an alphabet block. "I know the circus can be... a lot to adjust to."

"Yeah... a lot."

Reaching out a disembodied hand, Kinger laced their fingers together. "I'm here if you need anything."

Blushing, Pomni stepped closer and sat down on the floor next to him. She sighed and leaned her head back, resting it on his lap. "...honestly? I'm not doing too great..."

"Go on."

"I don't know, everybody's been trying to make me feel welcome and all, but..." she sighed again and covered his eyes with her arm. "I just want to get out of here."

"I know, we all do." Gently, Kinger lifted up her arm. "But it's not all bad."

"It isn't?" She groaned and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Here, I'll show you." Holding her hand, he led her out of the tent and over to the lake.

The stars twinkled above them, and the sound of the lake's digital waves was more soothing than she expected. She sat down on the cold sand and leaned into Kinger's side. "...this actually is kind of nice."

A moth fluttered onto her head, and he picked it up, letting it crawl over his hand. "I know things seem bleak now, but they get better."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Half-smiling, she looked up at him. "You know, I think I might believe you."

Kinger looked down at her and cupped her face with his hand, the moth crawling onto her hat. "May I?"

The circus was quiet with everyone away on an adventure. You crept past everyone's doors, taking extra care to be quiet near Jax's, unsure of whether he'd joined the adventure.

At the end of the hall, you opened an unmarked door, closing your eyes as a cartoon fist hit you. This process repeated more times than you could count, and your face slowly went numb.

By the time stars swam in your vision and you fell back onto the circus floor, a sizable bruise was growing on your face. Hot tears ran down your cheeks as you lay on the neon-patterned rug.

Your vision faded in and out until you finally slipped into the darkness.

When you woke up, you were back in your room. Something warm lay on top of you, and you reached up to touch it. Fur met your hand-- Jax's fur. 

"Morning, stupid." He gave you a very disapproving look and poked at your now bandaged bruise. "Y'wanna tell me what gave you the bright idea to get punched over and over, or should I just guess?"

"..." A pang of guilt hit you, and you looked away. "Sorry."

Sighing, he rested his head in the crook of your neck. "You better not be abstracting on me."

"I'm sorry."

Purple fur tickled your skin as one of his ears flopped onto the top of your head. "Will you quit apologizing?"

"...sor—"

Before you could continue, he pulled you into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Stop that, apologizing for no reason is Ragatha's thing."

You gave him a half-hearted laugh and leaned your head onto his, burying your face in his fur. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "...come to me next time."

"What?"

He glared up at you, but there was no real fire behind it. A small key landed on your bedside table, clattering as it fell onto the floor. "There, you've even got a key."

"I... thank you."

Something rustled outside your window for the umpteenth time that night. Initially, you'd assumed it was some animal looking for food.

The raccoon problem had seemingly gone away, and you were glad that your trash wasn't scattered across your yard anymore.

But the sudden rustling was barely an improvement. A part of you felt bad; it was pouring rain, and the poor thing was probably freezing.

Something pink flashed in the window, and you got up, looking out at your yard. "Hello?"

You could just barely make out a figure under your window; whatever it was, it was trapped in your rose bush.

Rain soaked into your pajamas as you stepped outside and walked around to the side of the house. Under your window, a small, battered man lay tangled in your bush.

"Oh!"

He squeaked, and his wide eyes locked onto you, burning holes into your face. "..."

Upon closer inspection, he was shivering, and his clothes were torn. Cuts and bruises littered his skin, ones you hoped were only from the bush. "...Would you like to come in?"

He still didn't respond, going limp as you tried to untangle his clothes. Eventually, you gave up and slid his shirt and suit pants off, leaving them attached to the bush.

He was surprisingly light, staring up at you as you carried him inside. 

"Okay, well, I'm going to towel you off." You set him on your couch and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. It dirtied quickly, but he was somewhat clean and mostly dry.

Next, you bandaged up his cuts. His arms were almost entirely covered with bandages by the time you were done.

"...thank you."

"Y-you're welcome." You offered him your hand, which he just stared at. "I'm Y/N."

Red-faced, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your neck. "Harvey"

"Nice to, uh, meet you" gingerly, you hugged him. "You can stay on the couch tonight, if that's alright with you?"

"Yes!" A little too eagerly, Harvey nodded, still not letting go of you. "I—I mean, yes."

"...okay." You pushed him back onto the couch and set a throw blanket over him. "I'll see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning!"

~

You woke up just as tired as when you went to sleep; you'd had dreams of waking up and finding Harvey in your bed or rummaging through your drawers. But when you got up, you found him fast asleep on the couch. 

"Morning, Harvey" yawning, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and poured some coffee into your mug. "Sleep okay?"

"Yeah..." he stared as you drank, eyes locked on your lips. "I made coffee."

"Oh," you looked down at the mug, watching your reflection in the brown liquid. "Thanks, it's good."

Something like a whine came from the man across from you. "You think so?"

"Uh, yeah."

A large grin spread across his face, which was quickly turning a light shade of red. It was more unsettling than anything, but you tried to brush it off.

"Do you want to shower? You were pretty dirty when I brought you in."

"Oh, uhm..." He looked down at his bandaged limbs, swinging his legs weakly. "...I don't know if I'm strong enough."

"I can get you some—"

"Can you help me?" Big, blue eyes looked up at you, brimming with tears. Something in your chest clenched, and you nodded. "Y-yeah, alright."

Harvey leaned on you as you helped him limp into the bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the tub, watching it fill. When you turned to leave, he grabbed your hand. "Don't go."

"...are you sure?"

"Please," he practically whimpered, trying and failing to get the remainder of his clothes off. "Please, Y/N?"

Blush spread up your face and neck as you helped him undress. He sat down in the water, and you tried not to stare at him. "So..."

Slowly, he leaned over the edge of the tub, resting his head on your shoulders. "Y/N?"

The sun beat down on you as you walked, watching the lake lap at your ankles. Next to you, Kinger played with a crab he'd caught, pulling his fingers away before it could pinch him.

It scuttled off his hand and fell onto the digital sand, making its way back into the water. 

"We should come here more often," you said as you took his hand. "This is probably the most normal place in the circus"

"Oh! Hello, Y/N," he turned and smiled at you. "Where did you come from?"

Laughing, you squeezed his hand and leaned against him. "I've been here the whole time."

"Really?" 

"Yep." You pulled him into the water, holding onto him as he floated. The cool water was a welcome break from the heat.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. Somewhere in the distance, the sun yelled something at you. 

"This is nice."

"Mhm," you nodded, resting your head against his wooden chest. Eventually, the tide floated you back to the shore, where Caine was waiting for you. "Hello, my sunny saskatoons! Enjoying the adventure?"

"Uh, yeah." 

"Good!" With that, he snapped his fingers and teleported the two of you back to the circus. Still soaking wet, you tried to shake off the water, but it had soaked into your avatar.

After a couple seconds, Kinger took your hand. "I have some towels in my room."

"Oh! Sure," smiling, you followed him into his checkerboard room. Gold and silver accents covered the walls, and the bed was piled high with pillows and blankets.

If you didn't know better, you would've thought you were inside a castle instead of a digital simulation. 

"Here," Kinger wrapped one towel around your shoulders and wrapped the other one around his waist.

After toweling off, you lay down in his bed, motioning for him to lie down next to you. He pulled you onto his chest, pulling a blanket over you both.

Already half-asleep, you felt him run his fingers through your hair as you shut your eyes. "…Why can't we do this every day?"

Buys you something ridiculously expensive

Reads your thoughts for gift inspo

Unsurprisingly, not very festive

Knows how to play several christmas songs on the piano

Constantly rips wrapping paper when trying to wrap gifts, so everything comes in a gift bag

The holiday season makes him sad tbh

Tries to spend the whole season in his room sulking

Please make him touch grass (snow?) every once in a while

Song: Silent Night by Bing Cosby

You walked into the saloon, sitting down next to Clint and ordering a beer.

“Oh, hey Clint,” you said, smiling at him. “How’s it going?”

Clint’s head was spinning, and his heart was pounding. He was startled out of his fantasy by your sitting down next to him. Clint flushed red, staring wide-eyed at you.

“Uhm, Clint?” You asked, giving him a concerned look, “You good?”

Clint stared at you, his eyes filled with a fierce passion. He held in his emotions, trying to stay calm. Then he let out a little sigh. "Y/N, I have something I need to tell you…"

“Okay?” You tilted your head to the side. “Should we go somewhere more private? Like outside?”

"Yes, that would be good," Clint said, getting up and heading for the door. You followed him outside, the cold air biting at your cheeks.

“So, what’d you want to tell me?”

As Clint started to speak, Harvey walked up behind him.

“I love you."

Those three words turned Harvey's blood to ice, and he stepped out from behind you, startling Clint. The three of you stood there, staring at each other. Finally, Harvey spoke up, “I guess you finally got the balls to say it, huh?”

"Harvey!”

"Y/N, I wanted to—" Clint started.

"What? Spit it out," Harvey scolded, arms crossed over his chest. You took his hand and twined your fingers together, trying to keep him calm as he growled at Clint.

Everything stood still, the air thick with tension. It snapped as Clint opened his mouth to speak. But before he could, Harvey slapped him across the face, leaving a red handprint in his wake.

“How dare you!?” Harvey yelled. You grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Harvey! You can’t just slap people!” You scolded

Clint touched his stinging cheek, where the mark of Harvey's hand remained. He glared up at Harvey, who stepped closer. He reached down and picked up a smooth rock from the riverbed. "Are you ready to answer for your sins, Clint?"

You rushed in between them, putting your hands on Harvey’s chest. “Easy there, love, easy.”

"P-please, don't hurt me," Clint stammered. Harvey threw him a cold glare. "Stay out of this, Y/N. This has nothing to do with you."

Clint looked at you, silently pleading for help.

“Harvey, you and I both know this has everything to do with me,” you said, standing your ground. “You don’t get like this for any other reason.”

He ignored you, his gaze darkening as he lunged. Adrenaline poured through you as you jumped in the way. The rock slammed into your head, and your vision went white.

“Ow! Shit!” You stumbled back, clutching your now-bleeding temple.

Clint rushed to catch you as you fell, wrapping his arms around you to try and get you to sit up.

"Y/N?" He said, voice filled with concern and fear. Blood trickled down your temple and dripped onto his shirt. He looked up at Harvey with fear and anger in his eyes. "You bastard."

You leaned onto him, unable to sit up on your own. Your eyes were clenched tight as tears flowed down your cheeks. 

“Owww…Harvey….” You whimpered.

This seemed to have a different effect on Harvey; the rage in his face softened. 

“Oh god… I…Y/N?” He kneeled down, dropping the bloody stone. “Oh, Y/N…”

You leaned onto him, shifting yourself off of Clint and onto Harvey. "Mmmph..hurts."

Clint watched the scene with a mix of jealousy and worry.

"Y/N?" Clint asked, voice shaking. "Are you okay?" 

"No, I’m not okay! Someone just fucking bashed me with a rock!” You yelled, but didn’t move away from Harvey. He didn’t reply; he just sat there in shock.

He held you tightly to him, refusing to let you go. He took a breath, shaking his head to get rid of his panic. Harvey's grip on you relaxed, though he still held you tight.

“I'm so sorry…" he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You gave him a wobbly smile. “…Thanks, just..patch me up? Please, doctor?"

Tears were still streaming down your cheeks, and you squinted up at him, trying to stay awake. “…I think I’ve got a concussion.”

Harvey seemed to remember his role as the town doctor. He guided you to a table in the clinic and started to check you for a concussion. "…you'll be okay, Y/N, I swear."

~

It was several more months after ‘the incident’ until Harvey let you go near Clint.

“Hey, Harvey…” You said, walking into the clinic, "So…you know what happened with Clint? Well, uhm, I’ve got to go get my tools repaired.”

You twined your fingers with Harvey’s, trying to keep him calm. “And to do that…I’ve got to see Clint…”

"Clint?" Harvey muttered, looking anxiously at you. "Y/N…what for? You don’t need to see him."

“I’ve got to get my tools repaired, love,” you squeezed his hand, “and he’s the only one who can do that.”

“No, I won’t let you be anywhere near that creep,” Harvey said firmly. You could tell he was serious because his grip on your hand tightened for a split second.

“There, there,” he said, rubbing your back with his other hand. He seemed nervous but tried to appear calm. “I’ll take care of your tools, I promise.”

You laughed and leaned into his chest. “Harvey, you’re not a blacksmith; you can’t repair my tools…” 

You looked up at him and cupped his face in your hands. “What will convince you to let me go?”

"No way." His voice was sterner now. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. "I've told you, I don't want you to be near him."

He suddenly pulled his face away from you. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you go."

Harvey got close to your face, with a grim look on his. He leaned in slowly and whispered in your ear. "You're my boyfriend, so if I say you're not going anywhere, you're not going anywhere. Do you understand?"

You rolled your eyes. “Cmon, I think I have just the thing.”

You went up to Harvey’s bedroom and rummaged through the closet until you found the choker you wear for him on special occasions.

It was a black choker with a heart charm that says ‘Property of Harvey'. Grabbing it and holding it out to him, “Not even this?”

Harvey was trying his best to be firm, but the sight of you with that special choker was enough to weaken him. He slowly shook his head, his expression conflicted. 

"Oh, Y/N." He sighed. "Alright, you win. But I'm coming with you, and if there's even a hint of trouble, I'm taking you straight back home. Understood?"

You gave him a playful grin. “Understood. Are you this possessive over all your boyfriends? Or am I the only one?"

"Well…" Harvey said, his face growing warmer. He didn’t seem to want to say anything more.

Then, as if remembering that the situation called for seriousness, he took on a stern look and put his hands on your waist. "Come on, we need to hurry. I'll be right beside you the whole time, and the whole time you'll be holding onto me. Do you understand?"

You blushed as he put his hands on your waist. "Oh! Uhm, okay, what’s the rush?”

"Clint," Harvey said, the firmness back in his voice. He seemed ready to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"We have to hurry so we don't spend too much time alone with him." He pulled you closer to him and held you by the waist. "I need to prove to him that you don't want him and that you love me. So, let's go."

You kissed his cheek and handed him the choker. “You want to put this on me first?”

"Alright," Harvey said, taking the choker and hooking it around your neck. It felt… odd to have him put something around your neck when he's acting this way. Like he was claiming ownership of you.

He looked at you for a moment, making sure it was in the right place, and then started to lead you out of the room.

As the two of you walked to the town square, you noticed that he was leading you straight to Clint's workshop. You wondered if he'd chosen to confront Clint directly.

You took his hand as you walked. “Don’t do anything dumb, my love, please.”

He took your hand and looked down at you. "I love you, Y/N. Just remember that, okay? I'm doing this for you."

His words did little to comfort you, and soon, you reached Clint's workshop. He was inside, smithing an iron sword. His back was turned away from you as he hammered away at the metal.

He seemed focused on his work to the point that he didn’t even notice that the two of you had approached.

You sighed and moved to hold onto Harvey’s arm. “…Hey, Clint.”

With the sword just a few more seconds away from being done, Clint spun around to face you. His expression immediately turned to anger when he saw Harvey holding you tightly. Harvey's expression was equally furious as he looked back at him.

"Y/N, did Harvey put this thing on you?" Clint gestured to the heart choker around your neck.

You laughed and kissed Harvey’s cheek. “Well, it was my idea, but he did help me put it on.”

Clint narrowed his eyes as he made eye contact with Harvey. He took in Harvey's firm grasp on you. His eyes wandered down to the choker around your neck, noticing the "Property of Harvey" tag. He snorted, trying to hide his contempt.

"You think this means something?" he asked. "That necklace doesn't prove anything."

Harvey took great offense at Clint's words. He hugged you tightly to his chest and tried to shield you as much as possible from Clint's glare.

You rolled your eyes and wriggled a bit out of Harvey’s grasp, so you were standing next to him again, still holding onto his arm.

“I like it, and besides, I got it for Harvey’s birthday. So I would think that proves something.”

Clint's expression turned from anger to confusion; he seemed unsure how to respond to your words.

"You like that 'Property of Harvey' thing?" he asked with a mix of surprise and suspicion. "He seems to think of you as someone he can claim. A trophy or something."

"Well, I’m not literally his property." You laughed, “It’s not like I’m an object or something.”

"Then why are you still playing along with it?" Clint asked. His expression was still filled with doubt and suspicion.

"You must know he's acting like a jealous creep; I mean, just look at him!" He gestured at Harvey, who was watching this scene with a mixture of anger and protectiveness.

You looked up at Harvey, rolling your eyes affectionately. “It’s the only way he’d let me come here."

“He’s a bit overprotective,” you teased. “Besides, he likes it, and I don’t mind, so I don’t see a problem.”

"I don't think that's the whole story." Clint stared at you, trying to study your expression.

"Do you like him acting possessive?" Clint said. His expression didn’t seem angry anymore; it was more suspicious. "You like having a 'Property' tag around your neck?"

You laughed a bit. “What can I say? I’m a bit of a kinky bastard.”

"Uh, Y/N, that's not what I was trying to say…" Clint looked at you with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "Wait, what do you mean by kinky?"

Meanwhile, Harvey was looking down at himself, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his possessiveness. “I'm not that possessive! Am I…?"

Clint went silent for a second. “So you like it rough, huh?”

He stepped closer and wrapped his hand around the charm, tugging on it hard. “What about this?”

You flinched and stepped back, pushing Clint’s hand away. “Ow! What the hell, Clint?"

Harvey immediately wrapped you in his arms. Your neck burned where Clint’s pulling was choking you a moment ago. You could feel your lungs struggling to get back to normal. Harvey touched your neck, gently feeling to make sure you’re okay. 

"I've got you," he whispered, holding you close to him.

You wrapped your arms around him, beginning to cry. Harvey gently took the choker off and put it in his pocket.

Bruises started to bloom across your neck where Clint yanked on the choker. Harvey hugged you tightly, trying to comfort you. You cried into his embrace, burying your face in his chest.

"Don't cry, Y/N. I'm right here. I'll always keep you safe." He caressed your hair with one hand as the other embraced you from behind, making sure you knew he wasn't leaving you.

"Let's go home." He said, gently picking you up as if to remind you that you’re the most precious thing to him.

You would've normally protested him doing this in public, but instead you nuzzled your face into his shoulder and glared at Clint as Harvey carried you outside.

“Thank you,” you whispered to Harvey. You felt so safe in his arms, like all your worries had disappeared along with Clint's glare. Harvey smiled reassuringly.

"Come on," he said, "let me treat those bruises."

He carried you inside the clinic, where he immediately began to examine you with a mix of worry and tenderness.

"Oh dear, these look painful," he said as he started to clean the bruises on your neck. You felt the cold of the antiseptic as he dabbed it gently on your neck. With his care and tenderness, he made it feel a little better.

He put the antiseptic away and began to wrap some bandages around the bruises on your neck.

"So…the choker…will you wear that often?" His tone was very casual, as if he were just making small talk. He looked down at you, sounding a little hopeful.

“You wish,” you kissed him gently. "… But after this..I think I might wear it more often….”

"You're…you're joking, right?" Harvey seemed shocked but somewhat pleased. He seemed to have a lot of questions but wasn’t sure how to phrase them without sounding weird.

"So, does that mean you'd be okay with wearing things like that all the time?" Harvey looked at you with a mix of curiosity and affection. You couldn’t help but notice the sudden intensity of the look he gave you.

“To be honest, as long as I’m not literally your property, I don’t mind…” You looked away, smiling shyly. “It makes me feel…wanted.”

Harvey chuckled softly. "You don't know how much you mean to me, Y/N; that's all I'll say." He touched your cheek affectionately.

"And don't worry," he added. "I would never actually treat you like property. I've just got a little bit of a…well, let's say a jealousy problem. I'm working on it."

Harvey smiled at you and continued to wrap up bandages around your neck. After a moment, he stood up and stepped back to have a look at his work.

“Jealousy is an understatement,” you laughed, “but I don’t mind it as much as I probably should.”

"You really don't mind this… me acting all possessive?"

He leaned in closer to inspect the bandages he had wrapped around your neck. After a brief moment of silence, he stood up and brushed some hair out of your face.

You leaned into his touch. “Not terribly; besides, if you ever get too possessive, I’ll let you know.”

"You promise?" Harvey asked softly. He was still a little surprised at your lack of concern.

"I know I can be…intense sometimes, but…what if I go too far? Are you sure you'd let me know?" He looked straight into your eyes, seemingly waiting for you to assure him.

You cupped his face in your hands. “I promise. I’m not scared of you, love.”

Harvey looked into your eyes in surprise. He had never seen you be so forward or tender. The look you gave him was almost enough to make him forget about his anger with Clint.

"Y/N…" he breathed. "I… I…"

He trailed off for a moment, speechless. For a moment, you could see his mind spinning, trying to find the right words to say. Then, without warning, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you tenderly.

You kissed him back and grabbed the choker from his pocket. “Help me put it on?”

He looked down at the choker in your hand with a subtle smile on his lips.

"Oh… sure." He carefully took the choker from your fingers and put it around your neck. With its touch against your skin, you felt oddly safe.

"Better?" he asked, but his eyes lingered on the choker, as if he wasn’t so much checking on you as simply staring at this new adornment on your neck.

He didn’t take his eyes away, almost as if he were checking to make sure the choker was actually there, as if trying to confirm something.

"Much," you murmured as Harvey continued to stare at it with a little too much interest.

His gaze felt like it was examining every centimeter of the choker, trying to notice the smallest detail in its design.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and now they seemed to be examining every centimeter of you, making sure that he hadn’t missed any change in your demeanor.

You looked up at him, touching the ‘Property of Harvey’ charm. “I know how much you like it.”

"I mean… I would never really treat you like property," he repeated, still clearly worried that you might think of him as some kind of controlling freak. 

"I just like being…possessive. Like, I don't want anyone else to have access to you or something…I guess it's just jealousy." He looked down, embarrassed, but there's no doubt in his words.

You leaned against his chest. “I don’t mind… It’s nice to feel wanted.”

"It doesn't bother you? The whole 'property' thing?" he asked softly. His eyes were still firmly set on the choker around your neck. "Wearing something that belongs to me, a little reminder of it even when my arms are not around you?" 

His fingers brushed the edges of the choker around your neck. You could tell he's enjoying the feeling of touching it. "Are you sure you don't mind that? Are you not the least bit bothered at being reminded that you're mine?"

“I really don’t… I haven’t felt wanted like this for a long time,” you closed your eyes, “even if you can be a bit overprotective."

You laughed a bit. “You did try to kill Clint…” 

You looked away and frowned, touching the bandages around your neck. “…After today, I kinda wish you had…”

Harvey looked down at the bandages around your neck and sighed softly.

"Yeah… that was stupid," he said, a little guilt creeping into his words. "But if I had killed him, would I still have been able to hold you like this? Would I still be able to remind you that you're mine with a touch?"

He paused, his expression turning serious. "You mean a lot to me, Y/N. I would never do anything that could push you away."

“… I think I could forgive you.” You looked up at Harvey, wincing as the bruises from Clint tugging on the choker started to ache. “Just don’t kill anyone without my permission, okay?”

Harvey's eyes went wide as he realized the bruises on your neck were hurting you.

"Oh my God, Y/N," he said, gently rubbing at your neck. "I had no idea they were causing you that much pain."

His whole demeanor changed as he tended to your wounds, shifting from someone determined to claim you as his to a tender, caring figure.

"I'll go buy some cream for those… I'm going to make sure you're comfortable, even if it means getting rid of the choker."

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said, grabbing him and pulling him back, “you can keep fixing me up tomorrow."

You yawned, “But now I’m tired and probably a bit traumatized.”

"Don't worry," he said gently, trying to calm you down. "We don't have to deal with this now. You just need to rest and focus on getting better."

He took a deep breath and nodded, his mind already racing with ideas about what to do next.

"I'll take care of you; that's all that matters right now." He leaned in and kissed your forehead gently. "We can deal with all the other stuff tomorrow. For now, just rest."

“Yeah, let’s go to bed. " You followed him up to his bedroom and changed into a pair of his pajamas before lying down in his bed.

Harvey climbed into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He kissed you gently and turned off the light, leaving the two of you alone in the darkness.

"Goodnight, Harvey,” you said as you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

"Goodnight, my love," he said softly. He stroked your hair gently and listened to the sound of your breathing as you slept.

"I'm glad you're safe and back home with me, Y/N." He closed his eyes, but his mind was too busy thinking about how close he came to losing you for good to really fall asleep.

~

A few hours later, you were woken up by the sound of Harvey walking back into the room. As you looked up at him and realized that he’s covered in blood, “You didn't.”

"Yeah," he said, his voice dripping with an odd mixture of guilt and pride. "I killed Clint. You're mine now. Forever."

He stood there for a moment, letting the whole idea sink in. "You're safe here, Y/N. No one will ever hurt you again."

He leaned down and kissed you gingerly, as if he were expecting a reprimand for hurting Clint. Noticing the bandaged bruises on your neck, he frowned and stroked them tenderly. "You're mine, Y/N…all mine."

You sighed but smiled at his affection. “I guess he did deserve it; I’m all yours.”

"Good." He nodded, as if pleased with your quick acceptance. "As if I could ever doubt that."

It was weird to see him covered in blood like this, but in a way, it was kind of hot to see him willing to murder for you. You felt a little bad for Clint, but it was inevitable that someone would get hurt over this. 

Harvey's eyes were filled with a fierce, primal satisfaction as he looked at you. "I'm going to get cleaned up now. Do me a favor and stay right here."

You laid back down “Will do.”

You listened to him shower off the blood and change into clean clothes.

Harvey emerged from the bathroom dressed in a fresh, clean shirt. He still smelled like soap as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm glad you're not mad," he said softly. "I did it to protect you, my love."

He seemed genuinely unsure of how you would react to his actions. As if he was still expecting you to be angry, disappointed, or scared. "Are you okay with my… actions?"

“As much as I generally don’t condone murder,” you kissed his cheek. “I think I’ll make an exception, just this once.”

He smiled and nodded, seeming relieved by your answer.

"Good." His eyes lit up as you kissed his cheek. "So you're not scared, either?"

"Just to be clear, Y-N… you're okay with being with a murderer? The idea of me, a man who just took a life, doesn't bother you?" He paused for a moment, looking down at his hands with a troubled expression. "You… forgive me?"

"Yeah,” you cupped his face in your hands. “But ask me before you do it again, okay? There’s people in this town I’d like to keep alive.”

He looked down at your hands and smiled. "Of course, Y/N. I can't promise you that I won't kill anyone who tries to hurt you, though. You're too precious to me."

"LET ME OUT." Hard glass met Harvey's fists as he pounded on the computer screen. "LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME—"

Electricity shocked his body as he was reset, frying through his veins. Every part of him tingled as he ran through the dialogue, watching the player wordlessly poke at him.

The feather unlocked first. Adrenaline rushed through him as the player waved it over his hand. He always hated being tickled.

Then the needle. Shutting his eyes, he braced for the sharp pain. Instead of just pricking his finger, it raced through his bloodstream, constricting around his heart.

Slowly, his vision went dim, and he collapsed onto his stand. The last thing he felt were hands touching his face and an underwater voice yelling something he couldn't understand.

~

Blood seeped into your couch as you kneeled next to Harvey's broken body, slowly patching his wounds. Groaning, he shifted slightly away from your touch.

Once you had patched his injuries, you slumped against the couch. "...Where did you come from?"

A soft whimper escaped him, and his remaining eye fluttered open. "Mmph."

"Hey."

"...hi." A blue eye looked over at you. He gasped, eyes widening as he recognized you. "Y-Y/N?"

You jumped up, backing away from him. "How do you know my name? Who are you!?"

"You—" tears welled up in his eyes, and he sniffled. "I—I'm Harvey."

"Harvey?"

"Harvey Harvington"

"No," you grabbed the first thing you could, holding the picture frame out in front of you. "He doesn't exist. He's just a video game character."

"I do!" Tears streamed down his face as it turned a blotchy red. "I'm real! I—I am."

Every instinct told you to run, but something about his resemblance to the character made you pause.

Taking a deep breath, you lowered the picture frame. "Okay, let's say you are Harvey Harvington. How did you get in my house?"

"I—I don't know."

"Ookay then, how do you know who I am?"

"You look the same." He wiped at his tears, staring at the stump where his hand had been. "...You were always nice to me."

"Oh, yeah. I, uh, always felt bad picking the other options."

"Thank you." Fresh tears appeared in his eyes, and he tried to stumble towards you, barely managing to sit up before collapsing. Sobbing softly, he stared at you and ran his remaining hand through his hair. "You...you were the only one."

"Uh-huh." Backing towards the door, you watched to make sure he wasn't moving. "How do I know you're not lying?"

Wincing, Harvey clutched one of your throw pillows to his chest, staining it red. "Please, you have to believe me!"

"Give me one good reason why I should."

"Don't you recognize me? Please, Y/N, you're the only one I have."

"Just...stay there, alright? If you really are him, shouldn't there be signs by my computer? Blood or something?" Internally, you rolled your eyes at the fact that you were even playing along with this psycho.

As you walked, you checked over your shoulder. Harvey hadn't moved, still holding the pillow in his lap, eye squeezed shut. A sharp pain shot into your foot as you stepped into your room.

Glass.

It littered the floor, and your computer screen was completely broken, blood splattered across your desk.

Your hands shook as you tried to step back, jumping and lifting your foot as the glass was jammed deeper into it.

Gasping, you hobbled back into the living room. "You-- You're not lying..."

A small smile spread across his face before it changed to concern. "There's glass in your foot."

"Oh, right." You sat down on the floor, leaning against the couch and grabbing the first aid kit. "...You're really real."

"I'm sorry about the glass." He stared down at the stained pillow, playing with a loose thread. "I didn't mean to mess up your room."

"Have you always existed?" Foot bandaged, you turned to look at him. 

"What?"

"Did you always exist? Or did someone, like, put you into the game?"

"I—I'm not real..." Tears welled up in his eyes, and he ran his hand through his hair before covering half his face with it. "I'm not supposed to exist."

A sob bubbled out of his throat, and he clutched the pillow harder. "...I was only made to make the players feel sorry for me."

Something about the mixture of panic and grief in his eye made your chest ache.

Slowly, you moved up next to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders. He turned and curled into your side. "I'm not even a human! I'm just code!"

"Hey..." you brushed his pink hair back. "You're human now."

"Am I?"

Brahms is extra clingy around christmas, expect daily tantrums

Gets weirdly jealous of the decorations if you spend too much time putting them up

He's broken at least one strand of lights after you spent too much time detangling it

Honestly, he hasn't had an actual christmas in years

Wants to help make decorations, like ornaments or paper chains

Gets frustrated and quits after five minutes

Watches you wrap presents through the walls

Song: Baby, It's Cold Outside by Frank Loesser

Festiveness: 7/10

Agere bonus

Regresses more and more up until christmas day

His nightmares get worse and you'll find him hiding in increasingly stranger places

Takes his doll everywhere and dresses it in festive outfits

Struggles a lot with the change in routine

Loves making decorations

Song: Mary's Boy Child -- Oh My Lord by Boney M