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violentlilly-blog · 4 months

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The Price We Pay

I’ve been working on a fan-fiction for this fandom for about… oh, half a year? Roughly. This scene wouldn’t really have an appropriate place in the story I’m working on, since the fan-fiction I’m writing has more to do with Friend, Sweetheart, and Keagan being in high school still, the plot centering around Keagan and Sweetheart’s relationship, the break in Friend and SH’s friendship, and everything involving the break-up between SH and Keagan and the rekindled friendship of Friend and SH.

Dunno when that’ll be done, but I got this terribly morbid idea and wrote it all out. I didn’t put as much effort into this as I would a full story - I barely edited it, and I wrote it in about thirty minutes, so go easy on me. It’s been a good seventeen years since I’ve published anything, and I'm pretty self-conscious about my work. I hope it's alright.

Side-note; it's a cold open, so there's nothing leading up to this scene. It's just an idea that struck me while I was writing the other fan-fiction, and I wanted to get it down.

TW: Depictions of Graphic Violence, Character Death, Blood, Dark/Morbid Themes

“This parasite… this leech who thinks he has the right… who thinks he’s justified in putting his nose where it doesn’t belong…” Friend’s voice was soft and measured, though there was clear malice punctuating each word as he spoke, his eyes aglow with simmering crimson rage as he glared down at Keagan’s body crumpled below, his hands tightened to trembling fists as he clutched the blade within his right hand. “You think after what you did to her, you deserve to have a say? That you have the right to be here? To be seen by her? To even be in her presence?”

Coughing, blood splattered in small crimson droplets at my feet as Keagan struggled to rise, the wound to his belly severe, though non-fatal; if he received medical treatment, at least… “You crazy fuck… I knew… I knew…” he wheezed.

Friend snarled as he knelt down, reaching forward and gripping his hair as he yanked him up onto his knees, facing him away as he yanked his head back, exposing his throat.

I leaned forward and screamed, “NO! Friend, please!”

Leaning close, Friend set his mouth next to Keagan’s right ear and whispered, “You knew what, exactly? Hm…?”

Hacking, Keagan pressed his hands to the wound in his gut in an effort to stem the steady flow of blood leaking from his abdomen, his stained hands trembling. “I knew… you were a fucking… stalker freak… I knew…” Coughing, his haggard breathing halting his words with each laboured breath, he struggled to speak. “I knew she wasn’t safe with you in her life…”

Friend’s eyes widened as he comprehended these words. “Not safe…?” His grip tightened on Keagan’s scalp, tearing hair from his head and drawing blood, wet red droplets trailing from his hairline onto his forehead. “You have the audacity to tell me what’s safe for her? After what you did?” he bellowed, his body trembling.

“I was a fucking dumb, drunk kid!” Keagan screamed, tears prickling across the waterline of his eyes, threatening to spill. His bright blue eyes found me, wide and terrified, though equally pleading. “I was a stupid kid…” he grunted, his words strained through the pain he was enduring. “I fucked up… and I lived with the guilt of what I did every fucking day of my life.” His words choked, catching on subtle sobs which threatened to claim him. “I was eaten alive with the guilt, and because of the actions of a stupid fucking kid, I lost everything… I lost you,” he whispered to me, his eyes focused entirely on mine. “And… I’m so fucking sorry… I’m so sorry…”

My eyes widened with each word he spoke, my heart aching at this admission and my features twisted in disbelief and pain. He had suffered - Keagan had suffered more than enough. Nodding, I attempt to smile through the tears which obscured my vision as they fell, hot and thick, down my cheeks. “I know…” I whispered back to him, drawing Friend’s attention briefly before he focused upon Keagan once more, unperturbed with Keagan’s heartfelt apology.

“A little late, don’t you think? It only took you a decade and a near-death experience to bring it out of you,” he sneered at him, his tone of voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ignoring this statement, Keagan struggled to look back at Friend, his desperation bleeding into vehemence as he glared up into the lifeless, deadpanned eyes of his attacker. “But you… what excuse do you have? I was young… dumb… and drunk… I made a mistake… but you… You’re not making a mistake. You’re just fucking crazy-”

Friend brought the knife he held to Keagan’s throat, silencing him instantly as he sputtered on his words, his eyes growing wide as the blade bit into his neck. “I’m crazy? I’m crazy? You’re the one who was pining after a broken relationship for the past decade, never once trying to move on and better yourself! You let your mistakes consume you, ruin everything you could have had afterward, and I’m the crazy one? Look at you…” His eyes bore right into Keagan, devoid of any empathy or concern. “A sad little boy still yearning for the one that got away… Pathetic.” Tightening his grip on Keagan’s hair, he dug the blade further against his throat. “What did you hope to achieve by coming here, baseball star? Let me guess… You wanted to come in here and rescue my sweetheart. To whisk her away and play the hero to someone who doesn’t need to be rescued in the first place. What? Did you think you could make her love you again?”

Friend’s words cut through not only Keagan, his eyes growing even wider as he called out each and every secret suppressed deep within Keagan’s heart, but through me as well. To see Friend so callous and cold, a blade held to the throat of my past love… my best friend’s eyes empty as he mocked and verbally berated the one person who genuinely tried to save me… it didn’t feel real. None of this felt real. It felt like a terrible nightmare I desperately wanted to wake from - but I knew the truth. As badly as I wished this to be fantasy, the stale and chilled air of this basement, secreted away deep within the heart of this abandoned city, the metal of the cuffs biting into my wrists, and the pungent, metallic smell of blood flooding my nostrils with each frantic breath I took… I knew this was real. It was all horribly, nonsensically real…

“Did you think you could come in here and take her from me? To steal away the only person who’s ever really cared about me? You think I’d let you do that, you piece of shit!” Friend’s stoicism broke as he screamed in Keagan’s face, his muscles tensing and right then I knew what was coming, what Friend was about to do.

Keagan grimaced, his body tensing as he reacted, unconsciously preparing to die.

Without thought, my body moving entirely on its own, I lurched forward and screamed, “I’ll stay with you!” the instant before Friend could slide the blade across Keagan’s throat, causing him to pause as he looked up, his eyes suddenly wide in shock at my interjection. “Please! Please… Friend… you don’t have to kill him. You…” my throat tightened, choking on the sobs which threatened to overtake me, my voice and body trembling violently. Strengthening my resolve, I forced myself to speak, my focus set, unwavering, on Friend. “You could let him go… I promised, didn’t I? Didn’t I promise…? That I’d never leave you again… I promised you that, remember?”

Faltering briefly, Friend replied, “Of course I remember, sweetheart… How could I ever forget?” His tone of voice and expression had softened as he gazed over at me, remorseful, if only for what this situation was putting me through.

Nodding, I attempted to crawl forward with difficulty, my knees dragging against the concrete flooring as my bound wrists tugged backward with each desperate inch I crossed, trying to shorten the distance between us in hopes that I could reach him - if not physically, than through a connection only years of love and friendship could convey. “Then you know you can trust me when I say that I’d never leave you…”

“What the fuck are you doing, Clover!?” Keagan screamed, his expression wild as he realised what I was promising. “You can’t be fucking serious!”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Friend hissed, pressing the knife firmly to his throat once more.

“No! No, no! Friend, listen to me…!” I screamed, desperately attempting to draw his attention onto me once more. For fuck’s sake, Keagan, shut the fuck up… please. “Listen… I’m not going anywhere, okay? So you don’t have to do this…” My eyes burned from the salt of my tears, my throat restricted and raw from the tension in my muscles as my entire body strained against my binds and the fear which raged within me. “You can let Keagan go, and I’ll stay. I’ll never leave you… okay? You trust me, don’t you?” I smiled at him, pleading with all of my heart. “You trust me?”

Relaxing, Keagan finally grasped what I was attempting to do. If I was able to convince Friend to let him go, his wounds would be more than enough evidence to push the police to investigate this area. Certainly, by the time Keagan would arrive back here with the police, Friend and I may be long gone… but my sole priority in this moment was to get Keagan out alive. That’s all that mattered to me. Please, God… Please…

“You trust me… don’t you?” I repeated, stressing the word trust.

Once more, Friend turned his tender eyes unto me, his expression gentle as he smiled. “Oh, sweetheart… of course I trust you…”

I relaxed, breathing a deep sigh of relief as I quickly contemplated what else I could say to reach him and secure Keagan’s release.

“It’s him I don’t trust…”

And just like that, in an instant - before I could even blink or register what he’d said - the blade was swiftly drawn across Keagan’s throat, sending a cascade of thick crimson spraying from his neck.

Keagan’s eyes, wide with fear and disbelief, were focused upon me as the colour nearly instantly drained from his face. Convulsing, his body immediately going into shock, he slumped forward onto his stomach, his eyes rolling back as his blood pressure dropped, blacking out upon hitting the stone floor.

I don’t know how long it had taken Keagan to fall to the floor. Some distant logical part of my brain reasoned it must have been only seconds; but it felt like an eternity, the world around me slowing nearly to a halt as Friend released Keagan’s hair and let him fall.

I didn’t even register the screams which pierced the crushing silence…

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maistiruin · 2 years

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I know you don't do HCs but I like your theories so I wondered if you had any ideas what their weddings might be like 👀

anon i am so sorry because I kept forgetting about this in the drafts

planning fictional weddings may be one of my favorite things to do ever. Everyone else under the cut. This is arranged by who I had ideas for first. Lengths and details may vary.

Shae

You and Shae avoid getting married the whole time somehow, despite doing married people things your entire relationship. And then it's tax time and you realize it would be way more convenient to do these if you were married. Now you're married.

OK, tax joke aside, one night after a long time of marriage-esque domesticity, you just wake up bolt upright and ask, "Should we get married?"

Shae's still a little sleepy so they just grumpily tell you to ask again in the morning. They wrestle you back into a cuddle position. You are soft putty and cannot win.

Before you can wake up and ask again, Shae is up first and beats you to it. You should have proposed first!

You send out invitations—not a lot, just the people who matter. Shae's family, the friends you've made, small group only. You specifically tell everyone that it's because you're getting married in a few days, but everyone still brings food to the outpost like it's some kind of potluck.

The ceremony takes place three days later in the garden. Under the trellis, where some berry plants are tied to prevent them from falling over. It smells like it's about to rain, and you have to act fast.

It starts as a light drizzle that becomes a whole shower just in time for the final kiss. Everybody rushes inside before the rain gets any worse, but all in all, it was a great day.

Maeve

You and Maeve do get engaged and all, but in the spirit of her U-Haul Lesbian vibes (...U-Haul Bisexual?), one weekend in the heat of wedding planning, you spirit away and just elope.

It's a private affair with just you and the crows (ravens?) as your only guests. You come back to the capital two days later and dive back into the wedding planning whirlwind.

You still go through with the public wedding, but now it's more fun for you both. A lil wink to each other as you repeat your wedding vows. No one else gets the joke.

No one will ever know the wedding was just for show, except maybe three people (Flannán included?) and this knowledge will stay secret until at least your 10th wedding anniversary.

Robin

Robin canonically cannot got to a church, so you have a destination wedding instead.

First stop, the trash heap. You have to pick out your wedding rings. There's a lot to choose from.

Next stop, wherever the hell you want. It doesn't matter, they can take you there.

If you can't decide immediately, Robin will cycle between a few places, including but not limited to: Shae's outpost, the forests of Murias, literally right at the Seelie-Unseelie border, the throne room at the People's Castle, and the hoard he calls home.

What follows next may be romantically stupid or stupidly romantic, depending on which end you are so inclined. You exchange vows at the location of your choice.

Part of me wants to say Robin splits their wedding vows into sentences and each one is said in a different location, but I don't know how great teleportation is for either party.

Robin is as Robin does, the last line they say is "We're married now, buck-o."

Seems legit enough. Now let's go pick the honeymoon location.

Flannán

Married and engaged in the same day.

You wake up one morning to see Flannán trying to fit a ring over your finger, and he tries to make you go back to sleep and pretend like nothing happened, but eventually relents and proposes.

As soon as you step out of the bedroom, you find people rushing around the castle covering every inch of it with winter blossoms. Flannán looks as surprised as you.

He flags someone down to say that the proposal is off. He's bright red as he explains that he already proposed to you on accident.

Turns out this isn't for the proposal.

Apparently, no one trusts you or Flannán to plan your own wedding in a timely or easy manner. You are now getting married.

Talk about overwhelming. You just got engaged less than an hour ago. To be fair, it doesn't matter how you got married. Just that you finally do.

Also Flannán's dogs are chewing on the decorations the whole time. If this were a wedding with a photographer, they would feature in every single shot.

Not because the photographer was too focused on the dogs (valid but not the case). It's because they want to be included in everything.

Aífe

OBVIOUSLY a massive ceremony. All of the Seelie court is invited. I'm torn between having it in the palace gardens or the throne room. Both seem like great ideas.

Aífe's wedding will be loaded with outfit changes like nobody's business. She has at least ten gowns for herself, and then ten outfits for you so you match with her every single time.

The ceremony would be simple if not for the break taken for every outfit change. Aífe made all these dresses, she MUST get to use them.

Outfit changes extend to the reception, too.

Aífe sings you a lovely ballad and you just have to stand there and take it and how in love you are with her. And you need to let her finish the song or else she'll be very cross with you, and that's no way to start your marriage.

Unless, of course... you would like to sing with her? She does love it when you duet.

The wedding reception is truly equal parts reception and equal parts recital. People (mainly Aífe) showing off their talents and having fun, celebrating.

Keagan

Full disclosure, it is impossible for me to think of Keagan wedding HCs without thinking of my Arranged Marriage AU at the same time. And that's a very different wedding than what I imagine Keagan would normally have. Probably still similar enough though.

Sorry for talking about the Arranged Marriage AU (not sorry actually :P)

Anyway, garden wedding for sure. Aífe wouldn't say no to lending the royal gardens for her dearest friends' wedding.

It may also be next to one of those super cool waterfalls in the royal gardens but I have my personal reasons for wanting that.

It's a bad idea though because waterfalls are Loud, so maybe we'll keep it to that nice gazebo by the water.

There have been spring showers every day leading up to the wedding so the two of you are rightly worried about wedding plans, but when the day comes, it's nice and sunny.

It's actually too nice and sunny.

If you turn around at any point during the ceremony, you'll see people holding up things over their faces so that the glare from the sun isn't bothering them.

There's a tiny part of you that's actually upset that it didn't rain because you two planned this whole affair around the idea that it would be raining, and now it's not.

The wedding goes off without a hitch. Not a single dry eye when Keagan is done with his vows, made worse when it's your turn.

The reception is not much different from Aífe's (though significantly less of a talent show).

I imagine it's a bit more of a game. You and Keagan can be playful that way.

From the audience, all that can be seen is Keagan turning to you and whispering something in your ear that makes you smile.

From where you're sitting, he is trying to get you to break so you two can leave the reception early.

He is trying very well.

You both leave the reception early.

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