April Brain Rot # 2
Prompts:
49. Lonely
41. “Your hands are so cold.”
11. “If you’d stop making so much noise, I might not have to be so rough.”
8. Group hug (more than two)
Ace Trappola x Deuce Spade x Grim x Reader (Platonic)
Summery: After one rejection goes horrible- the only thing you can hope for now is that your boys come and save you from this asshole.
TW: Angst; Yandere Tendencies (not the boys); Explicit description of violence; Mentions of Blood; Mentions of Broken Bones; Implied Kidnapping; Cussing
Word Count: 1,271
A note from Fel: I absolutely adore these chaotic boys and I accidently made my girlfriend really emotional with this- uh, have fun!
You think your spine might be broken. Maybe not so much broken, but bruised. Definitely. Hopefully. But either way, you can’t feel anything from the waist down. You let out a wet cough and taste copper at the back of your throat.
“If you’d stop making so much noise, I might not have to be so rough.”
You open your eyes to see shined shoes in front of you, trailing your eyes up pant legs to barely see the chin of the boy that looms over you. A fellow student- an exceptional young magician from the Heartslabyul dorm- you had met him in one of the only classes that you didn’t have with Deuce and Ace. Grim hadn’t been keen on him, but you assumed it was just Grim being Grim. The cat had a way with people after all and he was a nice guy, what harm could be done adding another friend to your arsenal? But, maybe, you should have listened to your furry sidekick this time.
“I don’t like doing this, you know-” you wanted to roll your eyes, but you felt too tired- “I wanted you to say yes. It would have been easier if you said yes. Then we wouldn’t be here.”
Ah, yeah. That’s right. You rejected this guy when he asked if you would go out with him. Your eyes slip close as you sighed- passed the point of anger and fear and now teetering on the ledge of exhaustion and something a little colder.
“We could have been- can be- amazing together! Think of all the things we could do! We could rule the world if we wanted! You complete me-”
You feel your breathing growing shallow, your fingers twitching as you try to keep yourself somewhat tethered to the right now. Your eyelids are heavy as you feel them slip close until you feel a sudden burning beneath your skin. You groan, trying to curl in on yourself, but instead just lay there. Dribbles of tears slip past the bridge of your nose.
He lowered his pen as realization set in. “Shit.” You feel him lift your head, cradling your face in his hands, his fingers trembling against your skin. “Shit- I took it too far, didn’t I? I’m so sorry-” he places your face down again- “I’ll- I’ll fix this. Don’t move.” He quickly adds before he darts out of the room: “don’t scream.”
You hear the door shut. The silence that settled over you felt suffocating- like something heavy and awful decided to sit on your chest. Another cough leaves you, the taste of copper stronger than the last and you feel something warm dribble from the corner of your mouth. You gasped, air suddenly hard to grasp in your raw lungs.
You squeezed your eyes shut a random burst of pain pushing through the numbness that had settled over you. You felt like you were being crushed, a broken sob leaving you as you let out a weak cry: “Ace! Deuce! Grim!” You squeezed your eyes shut. You had learned when you first landed in this world, that anything could happen if you believed and wished hard enough- and right now, you clung to the wish that the boys- your boys- would find you. That you wouldn’t have to be alone and scared anymore.
The sound of sneakers squeaking against polished tile and cries of your name echo behind the door. Your eyes widen, hope sparking in your chest as you hear Grim’s threats: “I’ll burn this whole building down if someone doesn’t tell us where my Henchman is!”
It hurt to move. But it hurt more to just lay there when you could hear them. “Grim!” You could feel the blood build in the back of your throat. You spit out a glob of red. “Deuce!” You drag yourself towards the door. “Ace!”
There’s a heavy bang on the door and an angry yell. Another yell as the door knob cracks and almost goes flying off the door and the splintered wood swings open to two boys climbing over each other and a cat flying towards you, tears in their eyes. They stop short, Deuce collapsing on his knees when he sees how twisted your body is: your legs look wrong and blood drips down your nose and it’s smeared with spit at the corner of your mouth and across your cheeks. Ace is tripping over himself to get to you and Grim floats by your side, his paw brushing strands of sweat slicked hair from your forehead as you collapse and lift a heavy hand to hold onto his paw. “Wh- who…” Grim’s voice starts out soft, horror lacing it’s tones before it shifts into something high pitched and angry. “Who did this to you, Henchman? I’ll make sure they pay!”
You laugh- or try too. A round of coughs push past your throat, blood bubbling past your lips and dripping down your chin.
Ace, Deuce and Grim cry out, panic bursting between them like a supernova. Deuce grabs your hand, flinching. “Your hands are so cold-” he whispers, his voice thick with unshed tears- “Ace- Ace! Call Riddle! Trey! Call someone, I don’t- I don’t think they’re going to make it if we don’t!”
Ace nods his head, fumbling for his phone as he pulls it out and curses as his fingers shake while he’s pulling up Trey’s phone number.
You can barely make out what Ace is yelling into the phone, focused on the way Deuce holds your hand and Grim sobs into your neck. They both feel so warm and you feel so tired. But you can’t sleep yet, not when your boys are trying to be so strong for you. You reach your free hand up to brush against Deuce’s wet cheek. “It’s ok,” you choke. “S’all gonna be ok.”
Ace lowered himself on his knees, pressing his hands against your cheeks, wiping away the smeared blood. “Yeah, yeah, it’s-” he lets out a little sob as he presses his face against you shoulder, Deuce’s hand still holding your while his other arm wraps around Ace’s shoulders- “it’s gonna be alright.”
Grim sobs against your skin, reaching out towards Ace’s hand with a paw, where Ace lifts his hand to hold it. He kept murmuring promises of killing that guy for you. You couldn’t help the soft laugh that left you, tears streaming down your face.
Your eyes slipped shut as Trey and Riddle ran into the room.
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You let out a groan as you feel something pat at your cheek and you hear bickering from above you. It stops as soon as you open your eyes.
“(Y/N)!” A unanimous cry from three boys jars you from your half dazed mind. Ace and Deuce are climbing over each other to pull you into a hug, their holds surprisingly gentle for how frantic their movements are. Grim barrels straight for your face and slams himself against it, your face suddenly enveloped in fuzzy, soft fur. They’re all crying, shaking from the sheer relief they all experience.
“You asshole!” Ace wails, snot dripping down his chin. “We were so worried for you!”
“Yeah! You know how much I starved without my tuna?”
“Is food all you ever think about?”
You laughed as you wrapped your sore arms around them. “I missed you guys,” you croak. You blink as you feel tears build behind your eyes, “I was so scared.”
They all burst into another set of fresh tears as they hold you close to them. Their grip unwavering as they shield you from the world.
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