(I hope this is okay to add! Love you, buddy!)
The room is sealed. With Bitty inside.
âNo â no, no, no,â Jack pulls at the door with increasing desperation, slamming his fists against the hinges, trying to shake the bolts loose. When the action proves fruitless â the room was built to prevent exactly this scenario â he turns and finds Bitty fisting his cloak in his hands, pale against the concrete wall behind him.
âJack,â he tries. âSweet-pea, itâll be okay ââ
âBits, I wonât remember you!â He can already feel the pull in his bones, the shift of his organs, and he slides to his knees, already crippled by the pain. âThis isnât a movie ââ
Bitty is there in an instant, running his fingers through Jackâs hair, trying to soothe him, and all he can think is that this will be the last thing he remembers. Bitty trying to help, just before Jack turns into some kind of terrible beast and eviscerates him.
âIâm sorry,â Jack pleads between clenched teeth, âIâm going to hurt you, Iâm sorry, Bitty, please, Iâm sorry ââ
Bitty flinches at the audible popping of Jackâs joints.
âThis isnât your fault,â he rests a hand on Jackâs cheek, rough with growing stubble. âWhatever happens, happens.â
âBut youâre going to die,â Jackâs beginning to lose consciousness, but he manages to hold on, trying to memorize Bittyâs face.
âYou donât know that,â Bitty whispers, clutching him tightly. âIâll be fine. Iâm always fine.â
The change comes and goes, leaving Bitty alone with a massive, slavering beast that smiles down at him with very, very sharp teeth.Â
The monster takes one step, then another, and Bitty reaches out slowlyâŚto scratch his nails under Jackâs furry chin, just where he likes it.
âYou always get so tense, thinking youâre going to hurt me. You only ever scare yourself, you know.â Bitty chides when Jack ducks down to nose at his neck apologetically before nipping at the collar of Bittyâs cloak.
âHey, stop that. Youâve got your costume, donât ruin mine.â
Jack huffs and whimpers like he isnât several hundred pounds of muscle, fur, and teeth; a creature that, if loosed upon the Samwell campus, has, and will again, take a life. If Bitty were a stronger man, he wouldnât give in, but this is Jack, his handsome, perfect, murderously monstrous boyfriend. And Bitty is, if nothing else, a caretaker.Â
Some might even say heâs an enabler.
âFine,â Bitty sighs while Jack pants, vibrating with what Bitty knows is anticipation.Â
A large, hairy arm pulls Bitty in tight to Jackâs chest, and Bitty relents â slipping around in his partnerâs grasp to open the locks to the safe room door. When the last lock is almost opened, Bitty looks over his shoulder at Jack, meeting his bloodshot blue eyes, noting how his higher function is already slipping away.Â
Bitty clicks the combination in and slides the bolt, pushing the steel door open to relish the cool October air. Jackâs grip tightens, his claws sink ever so slightly into the flesh of Bittyâs belly.Â
âCâmon you big furball, letâs find you someone to eat then.â