#hetpeak

It’s growing on me ngl

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The Doom Fortress was quiet. Most of the rooms were dead silent. Only the low humming of Sentinel energy flowing through its engines and pipes could be heard in certain areas, like the main bridge. The lights and ethereal fires glowed dimly, monitors of the dimensional travel computers being the only other sources of light.

Then, at the top of the stairs leading from the main bridge, a portal opened up. Its cyan energy lighting up the walls of the medieval space station. The rest of the fortress reacted to the portal appearing, the lights all getting brighter to greet their master.

Out of the portal stepped the Doom Slayer herself.

Demon Blood from her war in Hell covered her armor, dripping down the muted green metal and brutal weapons. She shook her arms once to get some of the blood off, then put her weapons away in her magic backpack. Then with her right hand she reached up to her neck, grabbing the small heart necklace with the trans flag colors on it. She rubbed it between her fingers to wipe the blood off, then raised it up to stare at it. It was one of the only things from her life before becoming the Doom Slayer once again that she still had, being a testament to how far she’s come, and how despite everything that’s changed about her in this life, she was still the Doom Slayer. She always would be.

When she turned around her eyes locked onto a trail of blood leading from the portal pad. She wasn’t alone. If this was any other year prior then that might’ve been really concerning; But she knew who was here. She knew who left that blood trail. What was still concerning was the question of why that blood trail was here. Was it one of his victim’s blood? Or his own?

Doomguy glared over her shoulder down the hall for a bit before trotting to follow the trail of blood. Her boots stomped against the floors as she walked down through to the lower layers of the Doom Fortress. She followed the blood all the way to her room. Once at the door to her room she paused when she saw a larger stain of blood at the foot of the door, telling her that he’d stopped there for a while before going into her room. Looking back up, she activated the door to her room, the large ornate half-circle metal door splitting open down the middle, one half raising up into the ceiling and the other lowering into the floor.

The moment the door fully opened, the faint smell of burnt cigarettes hit her nose, the strength of the smell being diluted through her helmet’s filters. She walked in her room, seeing the trail of blood go over to her bed on the right, and her eyes settled on the culprit of the blood trail.

There he was, laying down on the bed, clutching his abdomen, and wearing a white hoodie that was covered in blood.

Jeffrey Woods.

Jeff the killer himself.

Her boyfriend.

He didn’t turn around when Doomguy came into the room. He just kept holding his belly where a large gash had been left across it, facing away from Doomguy. A cigarette sat loosely between his lips, its trail of smoke shimmered up into the still air.

Doomguy stared at Jeff laying on their bed. She was concerned about his lack of movement when she arrived, as he usually greets her with affection and kisses with his eternal smile. She figured that trail of blood was his. Or at least mostly his. If it wasn’t for his heavy breathing she might’ve assumed he had died, again. She just kept her eyes on the back of his head for a while, seeing if he’d acknowledge her presence.

“...Jeffrey?” She said after realizing he wouldn’t move.

Jeff didn’t respond to the deep voice of his girlfriend. He just took in then let out a deep sigh, the trail of smoke wavering in response.

“...What happened?” She asked.

Jeff still didn’t respond. His breaths were quieter now.

Doomguy began to slowly walk over to Jeff. Once there she stood over him for a moment, staring at him, then slowly sat down next to him, her thighs being right next to the back of his head. Then with her right hand, Doomguy reached down and started to pet Jeff’s long black hair to try to comfort him. Though she couldn’t see it, Jeff let out a soft smile feeling the large gloved hand of his girlfriend caressing him gently.

The two sat in silence for several moments.

“…They fought back.” Jeff finally spoke up in his light, raspy voice.

Doomguy turned her head to the right to look down at Jeff. She paused petting his hair.

“...And they got me good. Gotta admit that.” Jeff said, his tone sounding melancholy.

Doomguy took her hand off of Jeff’s head, resting it on the space of the bed between them. She knew what happened now, one of the people he tried to kill stabbed him back.

“Deserved or indulgent?” She asked.

Taking his right hand off his bleeding wound, Jeff took the cigarette out of his mouth, stared at the burning tip for a second, then put it out on the back of his left hand. His left hand shivered in pain as the cigarette bud left a burn mark in between his index finger and his thumb. His left eyelid twitched a bit too. His expression remained blank.

“...Indulgent.” Jeff admitted.

He flicked the half-smoked cigarette away before placing his right hand back on his abdomen.

Doomguy sighed, lowing her head a little.

Even before they started dating, back when she revealed to Jeff that she knew who he was, she admitted she still had reservations about him being a murderer. But she was a huge fan of his, and knew that he wouldn’t be THE “Jeff the Killer” if he didn’t kill people. So she made him compromise: he could hunt and kill whoever he wanted, so long as he intentionally went after some bad people too. At least then it would justify to her that he was doing some good, and more importantly, that she wasn’t a bad person for keeping him in her care. And now, being in love with him no less.

Of course he still did kill innocent people, indulging in his desire to hurt people, and his latest victim was one of those he went after just for the thrill of it.

After another few moments of silence, Doomguy got up and went to one of the large crates in the room. There she rummaged through it and pulled out a small flask with glowing blue liquid in it; a health potion. She walked back over to Jeff and placed the flask in front of him, sitting back down beside his head right after.

Jeff laid his eyes on the flask for a moment, contemplating if he should use it, if he deserved to use it. He decided he would, but more for the sake of his worried girlfriend than his own. With his right hand he grabbed the flask and popped the cork cap off with his thumb, then poured some onto his abdomen, the large wound he sustained healing up soon after. Even his white hoodie magically patched itself back up. He felt warmth in his belly as the healing liquid seeped into his skin and repaired his body, his pain fading steadily. He took a little sip of it after to help heal his insides better, tasting odd but thankfully not foul.

“Ahhh… Thank you bebygurllll.” Jeff said cutely, his mouth hanging open a bit, feeling relief from his body being regenerated.

Blood still stained his white hoodie.

Doomguy laid her right hand on Jeff’s left shoulder.

She still felt conflicted about being in love with someone like him. But she couldn’t help it. He just looked so cute, and cool, and, in such a way that didn’t take away from him being a little creepy. He still looked human, but his skin was so pale and had third degree burns that were just barely healed. He had scars all over his body both from attacks and being self-inflicted. And of course his smile. That permanent smile he cut into his own mouth, was still there, and so prominent too.

(And yes he has a nose AND lips, SHUT THE FUCK UP LUKE.)

“...What do you think?” Jeff asked, still not moving. “What do you think about what, what happened to me?”

Doomguy didn’t know how to respond. “...Hm?” Was all she let out.

“...How do you feel about me, getting hurt from… getting hurt by a, prey of mine? An innocent prey? I know you still have your, your reservations about that.” Jeff said. “…Even if it doesn’t stop you from loving me.”

He blankly stared off into nothing.

Doomguy turned her head away from Jeff a bit.

“…I’m… I’m, a little glad they, fought back.” She said. “It means they at least went down fighting, didn’t let death take them so easily.”

“Hm.” Jeff thought about what she said for a moment. “…And what about me? Hm? How do you feel about me getting hurt this much? Even if I can come back from it.” He said.

“…Well I don’t, love it, but…”

Doomguy lowered her head.

“I feel like, why should I feel bad about it when you hurt me the same way?” she said. “I mean, you really like hurting me. You like, cutting me and, making me bleed. And, I…”

Her right hand went over and gently grabbed the part of her left arm exposed through her armor. Her bicep had a lot of scars on it, and many of the more recent ones were inflicted by Jeff himself, being his sadistic way of showing intimacy.

“…I let you.”

She looked back up from her arm towards Jeff again.

“Guess there’s something wrong with me to be okay letting you do that to me.”

Jeff scowled to himself hearing her mention that.

“Not really in the mood for you degrading yourself for me today.” He grumbled.

“Hey, I degrade myself for my own pleasure, thank you very much.” Doomguy snapped back, her voice maintaining its low monotone sound.

Jeff let out a humored scoff at her remark.

“...I guess I just… I don’t know. Everything I feel about you is so contradicting.” Doomguy continued. “I feel such a deep, genuine love for you, but I can’t help but dislike what you do, but if you didn’t do that then you wouldn’t be the person I loved as a fictional character, and then how would my love for the real you be real if I didn’t accept you as who you are? You wouldn’t be “Jeff the Killer” just… Jeff the, normal man.”

She paused for a moment and thought about how being a fan of him skewed her perception of him, and how much joy she got from just thinking about him.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt and suffering, but, I’d be lying if I said you don’t deserve it a little bit. Especially if they were innocent.”

Silence fell between the two for a bit.

Jeff thought back to before he was dating Doomguy. She rescued him from suffering in Hell and then took care of him, shortly after revealing she was a fan of his when he was just a fictional character to her. One day, he had a breakdown from having nightmares of his family; While Doomguy tried to help him, Jeff joked that she only cared about him this much because she was in love with him. But she didn’t respond. She didn’t deny his joke, unable to force herself to lie, realizing herself that his jest was true. At first Jeff was furious, someone as purely good as her should not be in love with someone as vile as him, the nearly 380 thousand years of torture having actually drilled guilt into him for what he was. But then he started testing her, forcing her to see the results of his murders, seeing if she really did love him. If someone, anyone, especially someone like her, was going to be in love with him, they needed to accept that he was a murderer. They needed to accept that the man they loved took a sick twisted joy in ending people’s lives, and watching their blood spill from their wounds.

She, needed to accept that.

“Besides.” Doomguy spoke up again, interrupting Jeff’s thoughts. “When you’re hurt this much, it means I get to comfort you.”

She turned to face him again, putting her hand on his long hair again.

“And you know I love doing that.”

Jeff softly smiled again.

She did accept him.

She wanted him too badly not to.

Jeff thought back to that night she broke down, accepting that she was in love with a murderer, and that she wanted to be in love with him too. It was the only time Jeff ever saw her cry, something he didn’t think she was capable of. Not loud heavy sobs but, tears did run down her cheeks and her lip quivered with guilt when she finally accepted she was in love with someone evil, someone that she would kill if he was any other person.

But he wasn’t anyone else.

He was Jeff the killer.

And she wouldn’t have him any other way.

“…You know, what the worst part about the people I just killed was?” Jeff finally spoke again.

Doomguy took a while to respond, and when she did she only gave another simple “Hm?”

“…They looked like mom and dad.” Jeff said. “...They, they were a bit younger but, they still did kinda look like them.”

Doomguy hesitated asking about that, worried that it would open up old wounds and make Jeff upset.

“…And you still killed them?” she eventually asked cautiously.

“Oh well you know me, couldn’t help myself. I did try to kill my whole family in one big, beautiful fire, myself included.” Jeff said. “…Happiest day of my life…” He trailed off in a near whisper as he reminisced about that night everything changed for him.

“…Still, didn’t sit right with me this time. Still miss ‘em. Still wish we could’ve all been in the afterlife together.”

Silence fell between them again.

For a while they just sat their, barely moving, not knowing what to do now.

Then Doomguy got up and went over to her workbench. There she took her armor off and changed into just a tank-top and sweatpants. She doesn’t usually take her armor off but, she wanted to make sure Jeff was comfortable right now. With her helmet off the smell of Jeff’s cigarettes became much stronger. Once changed she went back over to Jeff, staring at him laying in their bed for a moment. She then leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed to keep her body upright and steady.

“Jeffrey.” She said.

“...Hm?” he responded.

“...Look here.” Doomguy replied.

Jeff stayed turned away for a bit, still wallowing in his sin. Not wanting to disappoint THE Doom Slayer herself, he eventually slowly turned himself over, coming face to face with his girlfriend.

There her beautiful face was, staring back at him.

The shape of her face was still quite masculine, being nearly the same as it was per-transition. That combined with her short ragged hair and barbarian muscles made her the butchest woman that anyone has ever seen. Despite her strong features, the concern on her face could still be seen. And the longing too.

They maintained eye contact for several seconds. Then Doomguy spoke.

“...I love you.” She said, the faint hint of worry in rang in her tone.

Doomguy stared into Jeff’s eyes, being a sort of revenant caused his irises to be turned white and faintly glow. Those eyes now stared at the ultimate hero of all creation, who somehow ended up as his girlfriend. Eyes that had just the faintest hint of melancholy within them.

Jeff’s nearly blank expression gained a soft smile.

Despite his smile scars still being ever prominent on his face, Doomguy could still tell what expression his mouth was making by focusing on the corners of his mouth, seeing whether they curled up in joy or curled down in anger or sadness.

Doomguy reached down with her left hand, putting it underneath Jeff’s jaw. A moment later she took her thumb and affectionately ran it over the smile scar.

Jeff closed his eyes, feeling Doomguy’s large rough hand gently caress his permanent smile. That meant a lot to him, showing how much she really does care for him. He opened his mouth to take in then let out a soft, drawn out breath. He then started slowly shaking his head.

“Ohhh what am I going to do with you.” He said slightly sarcastically, all the while still having a soft open smile on his face.

Doomguy stared at the smile scar on the other side of his face, seeing how the first half of the scar cut all the way through, allowing her to see into his open mouth. The second half continued almost all the way up to his ears.

Much to his surprise, Doomguy responded by scooping him up and moving him over towards the wall, getting up on the bed on her knees at the same time. She then got off her knees and laid down on her side with him. Both of her arms were tucked under her head, her left arm crossing over her chest. Her eyes locked with Jeff’s eyes. The two stared at each other for a bit, then Doomguy reached out with her left hand and booped the tip of Jeff’s nose.

“Boop.” she said softly.

She left out a cute smile too upon doing that.

Jeff smirked for a moment before reaching for Doomguy and pulling himself closer to her. He wrapped his arms around toned her back, Doomguy doing the same to him, feeling his soft white hoodie under her arms. Their faces were so close to each other, just barely not touching.

And then, after a moment of lingering, Jeff gave her a kiss.

Doomguy pressed her lips back. Their hands flexed and clenched against their backs as they gave each other long, gentle smooches. Their passion burned bright within their souls, so much that they felt they needed to be gentle with each other in this very moment; Doomguy, for the real version of one of her favorite characters, and Jeff, for the only person to ever give the real him a chance.

Jeff then broke the kiss, slowly, as if breaking it any faster would hurt Doomguy.

“...I love you too, Doomguy.” He finally said back.

Doomguy lingered on that for a moment, resting her forehead against Jeff’s.

Despite the conflicts between them, she still felt so lucky to have him. Dating someone who was once a comfort character of hers still felt so unreal. Her delusional, nearly childish fantasies had become a reality. To her knowledge she was the one Jeff the killer fangirl to actually be dating him, achieving what many fangirls before her could only dream of.

Jeff couldn’t help but feel a similar way. Before her he felt like he was just some random guy who killed people; Just another serial killer in a long list of many, notable only for his Glasgow smile. But now, now here he was, in the loving arms of the Doom Slayer herself, the greatest hero of all of creation. He somehow ended up as the lover of this ultimate warrior. Trillions upon trillions of demons fell to her hands, but him? He did what no one else could. He was the one to bring her down to this passionate mess. Little ol’ Jeffrey Woods, achieved that.

Doomguy then turned over on her back while still holding him, making him lay on top of her. She held him in her arms like a stuffed animal, her arms clinging to his back while she squeezed him as tightly as she could without hurting him. She slightly rocked back and forth as her joy for being his girlfriend overtook her.

“Jeffrey.” She whispered. “Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey.” she repeated, sounding almost like a squeak. “Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey.”

Jeff looked up at her face, and saw her smiling; smiling so widely and with eyes squinted shut with glee. She had such an extreme joy for the man in her arms that her body was tightly shivering, like her entire body was clenched hard. Jeff found it interesting how quiet she was being, believing that at any moment she would just scream in ecstasy.

She didn’t. She just kept smiling as wide as she could while tightly cuddling with her psychopathic emo twink boyfriend.

Doomguy doesn’t smile a lot. A rage fueled scowl is what usually adorns her face as she slaughters the demons of Hell by the trillions. The only other times she smiles are when she gets a brand new gun and thinks about using it against the demons.

But when she did smile like this, when did she truly smile out of pure joy, her smile was extremely wide.

And every time Jeff saw her smile that widely, he cherished every single moment he could.

Because that smile, reminded him, of his own.

And he loved his smile.

And so, he loved hers too.