#Bones and All AU

[nemesyaaa]

“ DO I MAKE YOU FEEL SICK ? ”

( tw ; cannibalism as a form of love.)

( bones and all (moodboards) au's belong to @starfxkrreloaded )

hope you like it moony !! <333 (bc as i said i will sacrifice my bones and body for him. come, eat me alive. let me be a part of you. consume me.)

[remusbuzzcutt]

pandora is the freakiest freak of them all. forget all the nonsense about “oh she wouldn’t hurt a fly” YES SHE WOULD. maybe not a fly, but worse than that. she found pleasure in dissecting small bugs, but then found the craving for more. human bodies were so much more complex and fascinating after all, who was she to just overlook the human anatomy? she wanted— needed— to see it for herself. forget the soft-spoken, well-mannered pandora headcanon; blunt, out of pocket pandora for the win!!

this may of may not be based on my upcoming fic…

[storiesbyrhi]

Total Word Count: 44,570 Eddie Munson x Reader

What do you hunger for? A Bones and All AU.

Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, swearing, abusive parents, animal farming/slaughterhouse setting (1 scene only); psychiatric hospital setting (1 scene only); discussion of religion; suicidal ideation/thoughts; murder; no beta; updated each chapter

Chapters:

Chapter 1: Copper Fever 2453 words What do you hunger for?

Chapter 2: Cowboy Cook 2917 words Enter: Eddie.

Chapter 3: The Shire 2785 words Bacon breakfast and you're on the road.

Chapter 4: Hawkins, Indiana 5226 words He's not a hometown hero, but he might just be yours.

Chapter 5: Puppet Master 2628 words It's called sexual cannibalism.

Chapter 6: The Carnival 2383 words Romance. Blood. Guest appearance by Steve.

Chapter 7: Baking Cookies 3294 words It's a family reunion.

Chapter 8: Another Letter 2606 words Someone's waiting for you at Independence State Hospital.

Chapter 9: Set Free 2375 words Canines and carnage.

Chapter 10: Counting Numbers 2822 words You walk a lonely road.

Chapter 11: A Gentlemen 2822 words (again) Welcome (back) to Hawkins.

Chapter 12: Saturn's Knife 1461 words The short and sharp story of where Eddie’s dad is and how he got his scars. 

Chapter 13: Leonard Cohen 3358 words Oh, to be in love.

Chapter 14: Eat Me 4390 words It's time to eat.

Chapter 15: Digestive Tract 3048 words The aftermath.

[lovelyrocker]

Like Me Part Seven

Bones & All (AU)

Warnings: Language, Angst

Characters: Lee, Reader, Liam (OMC), Kayla

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2,560

The sky was dark as she pulled the old pick up into the parking lot in front of the motel room. She quietly eased her way into the room and set the bag down. She checked in on Liam, pressing a kiss to his head. He was lightly snoring in a deep sleep, even at almost ten in the morning. 

She turned to the opposite bed and was surprised to find it empty. She looked around the small room as if she would have missed him somehow. She walked and peered out the window to see if Lee was outside smoking and she still didn’t see him. When she turned around she gasped then a hand covered her mouth just as she was about to scream. Realizing in the beam of light that showed through the partially opened curtains that it was Lee, she immediately relaxed. He let out a hushed laugh at her being scared.

“You ass!” She whispered, slapping his arm, pushing him away. 

“I’m sorry!” He laughed again. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.” She rolled her eyes at him as she walked past. “So you're stealing my truck now?”

“No.” She pulled out a bag. “Here.” She handed it to him.

“What’s this?” He opened it, pulling out a pair of jeans.

“You have like two pairs of jeans and three shirts. I figured you could use a few more pieces of clothes.” She handed him another bag. “I think I got your sizes right.” 

“Where did you get these?” He asked, still standing still, looking at the clothes in his hands.

“A thrift store in town.” She pulled a few toddler shirts and jeans from another bag, folding them and placing them in Liam’s bag. “Are you heading back to bed for a little more sleep?” She looks back at him still standing there. “What?”

“Nothing.” He places the bag down. “Just, thank you.” He shoves his hands into his jeans. “I appreciate it.”

“Well, it’s getting colder. You need more covering for those skinny ass chicken legs.”  Lee laughed softly. “I also got you a better jacket. An actual jacket and not just a flannel.” She stands and turns, seeing Lee, his face is soft but his eyes are questioning. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” Lee says with a breath. She opens her mouth to speak and he stops her. “I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I kept leaving.” He steps closer. “People have walked on you your whole life. I swore to you I would never do that to you and I did. I did it to our son, too.” He places his hand on her cheek. “I deserve your anger. I deserve your hate.”

“I don’t hate you, Lee.” Her voice came out in a strained whisper. “If I did this wouldn’t hurt so much.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I keep hurting you.” He pushed her hair from her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “You did such an amazing job with Liam.”

“He still needs you, you know?”

Lee dropped his hand and stepped back, sitting on the edge of the table in the corner. “I know.” He laced his fingers together in his lap. “Look, I know you don’t owe me anything and I get it if you say no.” He was looking at the floor, his bare toes digging into the carpet. “I w- I want to stick around.” He looks up at her.

“For how long?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. A while.” He shifted a little. “Till he learns how to handle himself with all of this.”

“And what about after?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you really think you’ll be able to just pick up and leave?” She gives a huff of annoyance and rolls her eyes. “Of course you can. You did it before.”

“Come on, that’s not fair.” He stood going towards her. “I just wanted you safe. I wanted him safe. I wanted to save the both of you from this.” He gestures around himself. “It’s a shit show of a life and I wanted more for you and him.” She stood there with her arms crossed over herself, looking up into those green eyes that made her forget how to breathe. “Can’t you understand that?”

“Lee, I can’t take you walking out on him like you did to me.”

“Then I won’t walk out.” He says sure of himself. “I may go away from time to time-”

“No.” she shook her head and walked away. “Like you did to Kayla? She was always mad and never forgave you.”

“No, not like Kayla.” He follows her. “It will be different.”

“How?” She turns back to him clearly frustrated. “How, Lee? You don’t know how to stay.”

“I’ll learn.”  He looks her directly in the eyes. “I’ll figure it out. I’ll try my damnedest.”

For a brief moment she sees the boy she fell in love with and it's almost too much to take. She turns away from him and wipes at her eyes, making sure she wasn’t crying. She was so close to breaking in his arms. 

“Mommy?” The little voice broke through. 

“Yeah baby?” She turned and walked to the side of the bed. “Hey, sleepy head.” She ran her fingers through his dark curls.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Here you go, buddy.” Lee walked over, handing Liam his sippy cup. 

They watched as he downed his water from his dinosaur cup. He handed it back to Lee and Lee placed it aside. “I sleep long.” He said playfully. 

“Yeah you did!” She smiled down at him. 

“You feel okay?” Lee asked, pushing his curls from his face. Liam nods, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. “No more tummy ache?”

“No,” Liam crawls into Lee’s lap and sits with his head on Lee’s shoulder. Lee freezes unsure of what Liam was doing. When the child settled comfortably on Lee’s lap she looked over at them and gave a soft smile. “Are we driving more today?”

Lee placed his hand on Liam’s back and started rubbing up and down soothingly. “Yeah, we gonna get on the road in a bit.” The boy lays sleepily in Lee’s arms while Y/N is moving around the room, starting to pack up their things. “I’ll help.” Lee says, sitting up.

“No, I got it.” She tells him, waving her hand. “You hold him. He likes to be cuddled when he wakes up.” Lee sits back and holds the boy close to his chest as he continues to rub soothingly over his back. “Just lean back and relax. Snuggle him like a teddy bear.” She smiles seeing Lee look borderline stiff. She knows Lee had never had to do this before and it's foreign to him. 

After Liam gets his morning cuddles Lee helps Y/N pack the rest of the room and load up the truck. As they drive out of town they see police lights and hear sirens going towards the old abandoned ballpark. She and Lee share a look as they continue to drive. 

They were two towns over and the radio was playing low through the speakers. Liam suddenly started to jump in his seat and tap on Lee’s arm. 

“What?!” Lee asks, unsure what is wrong.

“Put it louder!” Liam points to the radio.

Lee looks at the child and turns up the volume. He looks at Y/N. “This kid likes KISS?!”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Liam starts singing with the radio.

“Does that answer your question?” She looks over at Lee.

“Hell yeah!” Lee turns up the radio and starts singing along.

She can’t help but laugh and the two. They sang and even headbanged. Moments like this Y/N looked at Liam and couldn’t deny how much he was like his dad. She wondered if Lee could see it. He was still careful around him, unsure what to do when Liam went to him. Even the simplest things made him unsure. 

But he tried.

“While we’re in Kentucky I want to stop and see Kayla.” Lee told her as they drove down the highway.

“Who’s Kayla?” Liam looked up at Lee with that scrunched face.

Lee laughed. “Your face is gonna stay stuck like that.” Stopping at the red light he looked at Liam. “Kayla is my little sister.”

“Can I meet Kayla?” Liam asked as Lee pulled forward when the light turned green.

“I haven’t seen her since I moved from Kentucky!” She looked over to Lee.

“I’m sure she would love to see you.” He glanced over at her. “I know you two were close.”

Y/N looked down at her hands. “I should have kept in touch. It was just too hard.” 

“I know.” Lee reached a hand over the back of Liam’s car seat and rubbed her shoulder. “Tell you what. We will go to the Tastee Freeze and I’ll call Kayle from the payphone and have her meet us out there.”

“Sounds good.” She smiles over at him.

“How does that sound, buddy? Ice cream and playing at the park?”

“Ice cream!” Liam shouts with his arms in the air.

After another thirty minutes of driving Lee pulls into the parking lot of the local ice cream shop. Lee pulls Liam out of the driver’s side and sets him on the ground. “What flavor of ice cream do you want?”

“Chocolate!”

“One a cone?”

“Yes!”

“Alright! Go play!” He taps the back of Liam’s head and he runs to the little playground next to the ice cream shop. “I’ll go call Kayla.” He tells her as she walks by him. “Strawberry with sprinkles?”

“How do you still remember that?”

“How many ice creams have I bought you?” He raises his brow and she laughs. 

After calling his little sister Lee walks to the counter to order the ice cream. He keeps looking back at Liam and Y/N running in the playground. He doesn’t realize it but he is smiling. 

“He’s adorable.” The voice of a woman pulls Lee from his staring.

“I’m sorry?”

“Your son, he’s adorable.” The older woman repeats, pointing to Liam in the playground. “He looks just like you.”

Lee’s smile grows. “Yeah, he’ll grow out of that.” He chuckles, looking at the older woman. 

“Nonsense,” She pats his arm. “You’re a handsome young man.” She smiled up at him. “Weird hair, though.” She laughs and Lee chuckles again. 

“Thank you, ma’am.” 

“I’m sure you and your wife have your hands full with him.”

Lee looks back at Y/N, pushing Liam on the swing. “Yeah, he is a handful.”

“Have a nice day, dear.” She tells him before walking off. 

Lee walks back to the playground area and hands Y/N and Liam their ice cream, taking a bite of his. He glances back a few times and Y/N notices. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing.” Lee shakes his head and watches Liam playing with his ice cream. 

“No, you have that look on your face.” She tells him, sitting next to him on the top of a picnic table. 

“What face?”

“Confused.”

Lee gives a soft laugh. “I’m not confused.” He looks down at his cup of chocolate ice cream. “I'm just- a lady at the counter.” He clears his throat. “She told me I had an adorable son.” He smiled and looked up at her. “And that my wife and I must have our hands full.”

“Oh?” She chuckled.

“And I didn’t correct her.” 

“Lee!” A voice from the parking lot called. 

Lee looked over his shoulder and saw his little sister running toward him. He placed his cup down and ran to his sister, lifting her in a spin. 

“Hey, idiot!” He greeted. 

“Oh my God, Y/N!” She reached, moving from Lee to Y/N. “What are you doing here?!”

“Hey, Kay!” She embraced the younger girl. “I’ve missed you!”

Kayla backed away. “Where have you been?! Last I saw you was only a few weeks after Lee took off. Word was you were pregnant.”

“I was. I had a son.”

“What?! Where is he?! Is he here?!” Kayla had a mix of surprise and excitement as she looked for the child.

“He’s here. Liam!” She called and the boy came running. She lifted the boy and his face had chocolate all over it. “This chocolate covered mess is my boy, Liam. Liam, this is Lee’s sister, Kayla.”

“He is so adorable!” Kayla gushed.

“Hi, Kayla! Wanna play?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you out there.” Kayla said with a smile. Y/N placed him down and he ran back to the slide. Kayla looked at Lee and punched him in the arm.

“Ow!” Lee screeched.

“You’re the one that knocked up Y/N!?” 

“I didn’t know at the time!” Lee shrugged.

“He didn’t know until recently.” Y/N told Kayla. “We ran into each other in North Carolina. That’s where Liam and I were living.”

“So what now? You gonna ditch them and drop in every few months like you do me and mom?” Kayla looked at her brother.

“No, that’s not what I’m gonna do.” Lee tells her. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m just trying to be there.”

“What does that even mean?” Kayla asked. 

“I decided to pack up Liam and move to California. Lee is coming with us.” She told her. 

“So are you two like, together again?”

“No!” Y/N and Lee say in unison.

“No we- we’re just friends.” Y/N adds with a smile. “We still haven’t told Liam who Lee is yet.”

“Are you gonna tell him?” Kayla looked at her. “I’d like him to know I’m his aunt. Hell, I know mom would like to meet her grandchild.”

“Baby steps, Kay.” Lee tells his sister. “I’m still trying to figure all this out.” He motions with his hands in a circle. “But for now why don’t you go play with him.”

Kayla hugs Lee. “At least you’re doing the right thing now.”

Lee doesn’t say anything as Kayla walks off and goes to talk to Liam. It isn’t long till they are running through the park together. Y/N and Lee sit back on the top of the picnic table and Lee looks over to her. 

“We can stay at my aunt’s house tonight.” She looks over at him. “Let him sleep in a bed, get a good meal and a bath.”

“You don’t think your mom would mind?”

“I’ll have to make a stop eventually to see her. Pretty sure she has an earful for me. It’s been a month since I’ve been back here.”

“I can go with you. Soften the blow.” Y/N offers. “I mean, I don’t know about telling her about Liam yet, but-”

“We can hold off on that for a while. I just wanted to tell Kayla. She isn’t stupid, she would have figured it out. My mom may, too.” He finally looks over at her. “She’ll ask.”

“I know.” She looks down at the leaves blowing across the ground. “But if we tell Liam and you do disappear-”

“I know.” Lee agrees with a nod. “I know. But, Y/N,” He looks at her and she meets his gaze. “I am trying. I just have no idea what I’m doing.” He lets out an exhale.

“Neither do I.” She gave a gentle smile. “Welcome to parenting, Lee.” 

[captain-cruch]

Okay, so I've been seeing a lot of cannibalism fanart for dirkjake, so I thought of the idea of a Bones and All au because not only was it a good movie but also a good book.

So, during this awesome arc for cannibalism, why not

[ramona-thorns]

if someone wants to write a Bones and All Au with eddie munson x reader, I swear to god, I will worship the ground you walk on.

[riuhere]

They are constantly on my mind 24/7. I literally can't get them OuT of my hEad-

...Yup... I'm screwed-

Triad Au belongs to @novelcain

Vault Hunters AU & Eternal Servants AU belongs to @emelinstriker

Twice As Bad AU & Monster Boyfriend belongs to @semisolidmind

Bone King Au belongs to @ninjasmudge

Cross belongs to @jakei95

[twoshotsoffandom]

The lamb likes to tell dad jokes. Here is a collection of some of its best worst jokes

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Afton'd Reader AU my beloved,, clingy obsessed possessive boys my beloved,,,, i really should draw this Mentally Unwell Trio more often, its very fun skldfhsdkjfdh

[hinamie]

cat nap :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[remusbuzzcutt]

writing in action… i’m trying to not get too excited cus then i’ll lose motivation 😓

[storiesbyrhi]

Bones and All - Chapter 1: Copper Fever

Eddie Munson/Reader Bones and All AU

Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, updated each chapter

Synopsis: What do you hunger for?

Author's Note: The first chapter of the fic is the setup, so Eddie will be introduced in the second chapter. This fic will make sense even if you haven’t seen the film/read the book. However, I have heavily used both the film and the novel by Camille DeAngelis (which are quite different btw). This fic is very much a love letter to those texts and if you’ve recently seen/read it then you’ll spot a lot of Easter eggs.

Chapter 1: Copper Fever 2453 words

The others were all so normal. They had youthful pimpled skin and homework deadlines and weekend plans. They suffered only growing pains and unfair curfews and parental expectations. Yes, some suffered cramps and dark alleys, and some a father’s belt or the mirror’s weight, but... 

Empathy.

Empathy is what you wanted to feel. If not, then sympathy. Hell, you’d settle for apathy. Anything but the gnawing jealousy and constant migraine of loneliness.

You couldn’t take it anymore, retreating from the cafeteria out into the main building. The school was abuzz; end-of-year dances and graduation ceremonies had teenage hearts aflutter. And, if you could just keep your shit together for another month or so, you’d be joining your class in robes and diplomas.

Technically, it could have happened a lot sooner but with the way you and your mother moved around, some sacrifices had to be made. Real last names, for example. A legitimate learner’s permit. All normal adolescent rites of passage.

Through the hallways and into the library, there you sat. A twenty-year-old with someone else’s name, alone between the shelves of books.

A stack of paper slammed down in front of you suddenly.

“Are you a vampire or something?” Sherry asked as she sat on the floor opposite you.

“What?”

“Vampires hate having their photo taken. You’re not even in this, you know. Mr Essex kept telling you to go do it. Now it’s like you weren’t even here.”

You looked down at the papers, big red letters spelling out ‘yearbook – final draft’ on the top leaf.

“Yeah… sorry. Been busy,”

“Whatever. You’re coming tonight, right?”

“My mum will never let me,”

“So?” Sherry replied with a grin. “Just sneak out after she’s gone to bed.” She sensed your hesitation. “Just for a couple hours? Please? You’ve never come to a sleepover. We’re almost done with high school and I’ll be at Brown soon. This might be our last chance. Please?”

You looked at her. She smelled so good. Like the peaches she’d eaten at recess.

“Please,” she begged, stretching her hand out to take yours. So warm. Close.

“Yeah, okay,” you said quickly, taking your hand back and gathering your things. The faster you could leave, the better.

…

She’d never get used to it. The sight of you dazed and dripping blood down your shirt was forever etched into the darkness behind her eyelids.

“You didn’t… In the car in three minutes. Whatever you can take in three minutes,” your mother instructed, her voice a pained mix of panic and grief.

You walked to the bathroom and looked at your reflection. Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

Your mother yelled your name, then, “Move! When the cops get here, we have to be good and gone.”

The sleepover had started well. Sneaking out was easy enough and Sheree’s friends were nice. It was comfortable. Normal. Nail polish and warm beer. Skirts made of tinsel and cheese pizza.

You had been laying on the shag rug in Sherry’s room. Kim, a Junior you hadn’t really met before, was next to you. She was kind, told you that her father had skipped out on her too.

“Try this,” Sherry said, painting Kim’s nails. “It’s called Copper Fever.”

Kim studied her hand. “It’s too orange,” she concluded, then stuck her hand in your face. “What do you think?”

Innocently, you’d held her hand and looked at the colour. It was too orange… or not orange enough. You breathed in the acidic smell of the polish, but it faded fast and all that was left was Kim.

You bit down so hard that when the other girls pulled you away, your teeth had degloved Kim’s finger entirely.

In the bathroom, your mother grabbed hold of your shoulders and shook you back into the moment. “Did you hear me? We have to go.”

…

The cockroach appeared from under the refrigerator. As it scurried around, you watched it. The hunger deep in you was a living creature, and even the small dirty thing mapping the kitchen floor made the creature growl.

It had been three days since your mother left you.

Two months after the sleepover, you thought everything was going okay. Then you woke to find yourself completely and utterly alone. She had not taken all her things, only the things that she loved most. And you had been left behind.

There was a folded piece of paper and an envelope on the kitchen table you had yet to open. The contents of the letter were predictable, as was the pain it would inflict. Instead, you had haunted the house. You had wailed and sobbed. You had broken glass and locks. You had sat motionless for hours on end.

When the cockroach made his kitchen debut, you were reminded of the hunger. You were reminded of who and what you were.

Picking up the envelope, you found it unsealed. Inside was cash and a certificate of live birth. The only piece of proof you were real and not an imaginary monster living in the storybooks of a child.

The letter began with your name.

You’re not going to see me again. I can’t help you anymore. I can’t turn you in to the cops. I can’t do anything someone like me would do in a situation like this. So, I have to go.

The first time it happened, you were three-years-old-

You stopped reading, folding the letter, and putting it in the envelope with the cash and birth certificate.

All your belongings fitted into one backpack. When it was full, you put on the jacket your mum left behind and headed out the door.

You had known the day would come when she would leave. There was only so much horror she could take. You knew she’d leave you a letter and some money. She wouldn’t say goodbye. The jacket was a surprise though. Your dad was its first owner, and your mother wore it like a widow’s veil. She was leaving you both behind, you thought. But you, you were moving forward. Toward your father.

…

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” the woman at the bus station asked.

“You’d think,” you replied dismissively.

“I don’t know what that means,”

“It means I’m twenty-years-old and I can buy a ticket if I want.”

The greyhound could take you part of the way, the rest would have to be hitching. The bus was old, cramped, and smelt stale. Sometimes prone to motion sickness, you felt queasy. To take your mind off it, you pulled the letter out and picked up where you left off.

Her name was Penny Wilson. I thought it must have been a satanic cult. All that gore. I was so scared they’d taken you and done unspeakable things. But then I found you in your crib, sound asleep. The blood was dried up on your face. I still didn’t see it though. I didn’t understand until I fished out of your mouth something you were chewing on. It was the hammer of Penny’s eardrum. It’s a small bone. The malleus. I looked it up. You were sucking on it like it was a pacifier. I knew then. I knew what you were.

The letter was rich with information. Succulent and filling. You could only read it a paragraph at a time before you felt too full, verging on ill.

The town you’d arrived in that morning was new to you, but the address circled on the torn-out page of a phone book was seared into your memory. Years ago, your mother got sloppy and left a Christmas card from her parents out on the kitchen table. It had a return address and you’d never forgotten it. She hurried to rip up the envelope and throw it away before you could get your grubby hands on it but it was too late.

You sat on the curb behind a car down the street a little. It was the right place because your mum’s car was parked out front. When she couldn’t parent, she returned to hers. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you burned with shame. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t ask to birth a creature like you. She wanted to be like the other mothers, playing with their children and cooking wholesome meals. But it wasn’t a dinner she served you each night, it was a sacrifice.

The walk back to the bus stop was lonely, but part of you felt relieved. If you couldn’t do it – be out on your own – you could always go back there and beg to be loved.

The Lord of the Rings kept you company while you waited. It would be hours before the next greyhound came through. If you finished Tolkien for the hundredth time, there were other adventures awaiting in your backpack.

“Well hello, little missy,” a strange voice announced themselves.

You startled, couldn’t place the sound until a figure emerged from the shadow of the building next to you. The man wasn’t smiling, but he looked at you with familiarity.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he offered.

“Do I know you?” you asked although you knew the answer.

“I guess not in the way you mean… I smelled you…”

He wore a suit jacket covered in pins, badges, and other things tacked to it. The top of his hair was neatly cut, but a long rat’s tail of a braid curled around his neck. His left ear looked mangled, the top entirely gone, which reminded you of an alley cat scrapping with the others to get his feed.

“You hungry?”

Before you could think, you were nodding. The stranger turned and began to walk up the road, throwing a look over his shoulder to see you apprehensively following him.

“I got rules. One, number one: never, never eat an eater… Think you can do the same?”

You nodded and took his invitation into a grand old house, marked 400 by a sign out front. Inside it was dark but homely. Floral wallpaper and a sign that read ‘bless this house and everyone in it.’

The stranger began to pull things from the fridge and cupboards in the kitchen. Sitting at the small kitchen table, you watched.

“You got a name, missy? I’m Sully. Life’s never dully with Sully!”

His accent was strange. It wasn’t that you’d not heard someone like him, maybe from rural West Virginia, it was that he spoke about himself like he was two people.

“You don’t got to worry about Sully. He never eats ‘em live,” he told you.

“I thought I was the only one,” you admitted.

“Not lots. More than you think…”

Sully told you that you’d probably come across other eaters. They would have given you a funny look or earned a double-take from you. Maybe you’d misread them as being creepy. He also warned you from seeking them out, though. When you commented on the hypocrisy of him inviting you into house number 400, he shot you a look that was equal parts disturbed and lonely.

“Tell me about your first time,” Sully requested.

You realised then that you remembered more about Penny Wilson than you had thought. Sully saw the guilt on your face, telling you, “Can’t help what you are, miss.”

That’s when he retrieved his satchel bag and pulled something wrapped in muslin cloth. You stayed silent as he presented a rope made of braids of hair. It was a rainbow of human life and death. Sully told you it’s how he honoured the eaten. You didn’t know something could be so grotesque and so beautiful at the same time.

You were touching the rope when you asked, “You said you could smell me?”

Eaters can smell eaters. And Sully, well he was extra special. He said he could smell dying. That’s how he avoided killing. He stalked people with numbered days. Your blood ran cold.

“Sully… Whose house is this?”

Suddenly details came into focus. The photographs on the wall. The homemade carrot cake sitting in a Tupperware container.

“Lydia Harmon,” he said with definity. “Can’t you smell her?”

Upstairs, after a fucked up game of hotter-colder, the smell of cooked vinegar and tangy mud lead you to Lydia. She was old, well into her late 80s. She laid on the floor of her bedroom, shallow breaths ready to cease at any moment. Thankfully, she was beyond consciousness.

“We have to help her,” you said.

“It’s gone by, that point… And whatever you and I got, it’s gotta be fed. And if the circumstances are good and if they’re safe… then eat!”

You didn’t move.

“Sully don’t eat the livin’… That just leaves this…” he told you.

You took the spare room and waited for Lydia Harmon to die. Sully told you that you’d be able to smell it happen. You were horrified to discover he was right.

Sully had stripped down to his dirty white underpants. His head was deep in Lydia’s belly and her head was almost entirely gone already. The sounds. Did you make those sounds? Is this what you looked like in the daylight?

You ate and ate and ate until all that was left of her was a pile of bones, some chewed on. Sully said he always ate the hair and nails and bones if he could. Said it was a sign of respect. He put the leftovers in a plastic bag as you licked the floorboards clean.

…

Sully made coffee and began to consume the carrot cake left in the kitchen. Flies had found their way inside the house and were sticking to the blood and gore that covered your faces and chests.

“It’s not hard once someone teaches you,” Sully told you about being out in the world. “You don’t need to be alone.”

That was the thing though. Maybe it was self-punishment. Maybe even a form of self-harm. You deserved to be alone. Deserved to suffer hunger and cold and isolation. You were a monster.

The flies that crawled over Sully’s face, forcing their way into his nostrils and mouth, didn’t seem to annoy him. There was a deadly stillness deep in the man. Lydia’s hair became part of the braided rope and you felt the danger screaming at you.

As soon as Sully excused himself to shower, you cleaned off in the powder room’s sink and fled the house.

On the next greyhound out of town, you went over all the information Sully had given you. How much of it was truth and how much fiction? Maybe that’s how stories start though. We tell them about ourselves like they aren’t the truth because that’s the only way anybody is going to believe them.

Next Chapter: coming soon

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[lovelyrocker]

Like Me Part Three

Bones & All (AU)

Warnings: Talk of Blood, Talk of Murder, Angst, Language

Characters: Lee, Liam (OMC), Reader

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2,549

Part Two

They’d been driving for hours in silence. She wanted to ask but didn’t want to know the answer. Lee didn’t offer any explanation either. He knew she would eventually ask though. But until then he kept his mouth shut and focused on the road ahead that was lit by the beams of the truck lights.

Liam was in a fitful sleep, nudging awake and moving a lot as the drive went on and on. Lee would look over at the toddler when he would start squirming but only a glance. 

“We should pull over and get a room.” She said looking at Liam, adjusting his little head again.

“We should keep driving.” Lee said in a monotone. “Get as far away as possible.”

“Lee,” She looks down at her watch. “It’s two in the morning.”

“Y/N,”

“He is a child. He needs a bed to sleep in.” She exhales. “Besides, they’d look for my car not your truck.”

“Just,”

“No,” She cuts him off sternly. “He needs to get out of this carseat seat. If not, he will be hell in the morning.”

Lee purses his lips together and huffs in annoyance. “Fine.” Another few miles down the road, Lee pulls into the parking lot of an old motel. “Stay in the truck. The fewer people that see you the better.” He doesn’t look at her as he climbs out of the truck and pulls a few folded bills of cash out of his boot. She looks over at the sleeping child then back to Lee. He pays for a room then walks out to the truck climbing it. He pulls around to the back of the building and parks in front of a room. “I’ll get the bags.” He said, climbing back out of the truck.

After Lee opens the door to the room she pulls the toddler from his seat and walks him into the room. “Can you pull those sheets back, please?” 

Lee looks back and sees her standing next to one of the queen beds. He hurries over and pulls the sheets back, grabbing the pillows. He watches as she carefully lays the sleeping boy down and pulls off his jacket. She gently covers him and presses a kiss to his head. The boy wraps his arms around his teddy and snuggles close to the stuffed toy. 

“I can’t believe he is still so sound asleep.” She sits on the opposite bed and just watches her son sleep.

“I get really sleepy when I- when it’s been a while.” Lee says, standing on the other end of the bed  behind her, digging through the bag on the little table in the room. 

After several long moments of silence, thick, heavy silence, she speaks. “What did you do?”

Lee doesn’t look up at her. “What had to be done.” He said plainly.

She turns around, looking at him. She watches as he pulls clothes out of his bag, no real emotion in his features. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” He grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, finally looking at her. “Don’t worry about it.”

When Lee walked out of the bathroom she was laying in the bed with Liam, curled in a ball, her arm protectively around him asleep. Lee stood there for a bit, just looking at the two of them. His chest felt heavy, his stomach twisted. Seeing the child so close and watching her interact with him, so protectively. He swallowed hard before shaking his head. He tossed his clothes in the corner of the room and climbed into the opposite queen bed in the room, switching off the light.

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She woke up the next morning and was thrown off, feeling herself not in her own bed. She could hear a TV as she blinked her eyes open. Like a flash of heat to her chest the memory and realization from the night before crashed into her. She immediately felt the bed next to her, feeling for her son. Not feeling him, she bolted upright in the bed. Lee looked over at her, hearing the shuffling sheets. 

At the small table in the corner of the room she saw Liam sitting with Lee each with a bowl cereal in front of them, cartoons on the TV.

“Hi mommy!” Liam greeted with a mouthful of cereal.

“Hey baby.” She greeted sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Want some Cheerios?!” He asked sweetly.

“No, thank you, baby.”She smiled, running a relieved hand through her son’s hair. She pressed a kiss to his hair. “Where did you get cereal and milk from?”

“Me and Lee went to the store. He got me a lollipop!”

“He did?!” She looked over at Lee. “You took him out?”

“You were asleep.” He shrugged looking back at his cereal, taking another bit. “That fucking carseat is like, designed by NASA. Took me forever to click it in place.”

She laughed. “Language, please.” She tells him. “It’s not that hard to buckle.”

“Lee said we are gonna take a road trip.” Liam pips up excitedly.

“Yeah for a little while. We're gonna see some places.” She pushed his dark curls away. “Did you sleep good?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, taking another bite of cereal. 

As he brings the spoon to his mouth she sees the dried blood beneath his fingernails. Lee watched as she swallowed hard. “Hey, bud,” Lee speaks up. “How about after you eat we go get in the bath? Get all cleaned up before we get back on the road.”

“Okay.” Liam answers over his cereal.

She doesn’t stay much to Lee aside from a word here and there, giving her attention to the boy. Lee watched her and the toddler as they moved about, getting cleaned up and ready to head back on the road. He could see they were quite close. He couldn’t help giving a soft smile here and there during their playful interactions. His chest gave a slight pull.

Lee sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, picking his nails with a pocket knife. He glanced up at the boy every so often while Y/N was in the shower. Liam watched him from the floor next to the bed. He can feel the little boy's eyes on him. 

He tried to ignore the feeling till he felt the tap on his leg. Lee looks to his side and sees Liam with his hand on his knee. “Can I help you?”

“Watchaya doing’?”

“Cleaning my nails.” Lee tells him, peeling the dried blood from his nails.

Liam looks at his nails and inspects them. “Mommy cleaned mine with a brush.”

“Well, I don’t have a brush.” Lee tells him, not looking up from his nails.

Liam runs to the bag and pulls something out and goes back to Lee. Lee looks down and the toddler is holding a light blue nail brush in his outstretched hand. “You can borrow mine.”

Lee smiles softly at the boy. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

“Ready?” Y/N asks as she steps out of the bathroom, towel drying her hair.

“About that,” Lee sat up, shoving his pocket knife in his pocket. “We should figure out where we are even going.”

“We can just start driving and see where we end up.” You sit on the edge of the bed near Lee.

“Since when do you do anything without a detailed plan?” Hee looks over at her as he pulls a map from his bag.

“I don;t exactly have a plan here, Lee.”

“Mommy,” Liam tugs her arm. “Can we go to the ocean?”

“That’s only a few hours away from here. I mean we are in North Carolina.”

Lee looks up at her. “You always did want to go to California.” He gives a soft smirk. “We’d just have to figure out the money situation.” He lays out the map.

“Actually,” She stands and goes to her bag, pulling out a can. “I have that covered.”, She handed it to Lee. 

He opens it and looks inside, his eyes growing large. “Where did you get all of this?”

“I worked a lot. I saved.”

“What were you saving for? A trip to China?” He say sarcastically, looking at the amount of money in the tin can.

She looks back at the toddler playing in front of the TV and then back to Lee. “Just in case I ever needed it.” Lee nodded in understanding as he placed the lid on the can. “He is so much like you that I-”

“You were preparing for it.” He handed the can back.

“I guess.”

He stood going for his bag. “You ready?”

They packed up the truck and she buckled Liam into his seat. They decided they were going to make the 38+  hour trip to California. Doing that with a toddler would be difficult and Y/N explained to Lee, who is very used to traveling solo, that they would need multiple stops and stays. Hesitantly he agrees.

They drive in silence for less than an hour before Liam is unable to keep quiet. If it were up to her and Lee the whole trip would be silent after last night. The shock of it all was still playing at her nerves and Lee could tell. But in true mama fashion, she ignored and pushed forward for her child. 

“Mommy radio!” Liam sings, looking up at his mom..

She looks up at Lee, silently asking if he would be okay with it. Lee reaches a hand, turning the knob and music starts playing through the small speakers. The boy smiles happily and starts singing along to the radio. As the drive goes Liam points out animals and trees and everything else you could think of. He seems to have neverending energy as he bounces in his seat.

Around lunch time they stop at a little store and Y/N buys stuff to make sandwiches and chips. Lee fills an ice chest with ice and loads up water and to his new reality juice boxes. Lee finds a clearing down a dirt path and decides it's a good enough place as any to eat lunch. 

Secluded, private, safe. 

They set up a picnic and Y/N makes sandwiches and pulls juice boxes out of a little ice chest in the back of the truck. “We can camp here tonight.” Lee speaks from where he is leaning back on an elbow on the grass. 

“Really?” She looks over at him. “No more driving? It’s only been like six hours on the road.”

“Kid seems to like running around out here.” He nudges his head towards Liam playing in the field. “Let him tire himself out. I have a tent and sleeping bags in the back.”

“Hear that, baby!?” She looks over to her son. “We are gonna camp here!”

“Yay!” Liam screams with a spin before chasing a squirrel. 

Lee lets out a laugh watching the toddler. She looks down at her hands, picking the grass. “When I went into the grocery store early, Sarah was on the news.” Lee’s smile faded. “Said she was attacked by a wild animal walking home.” She looked up at Lee. “Said she was found near the woods halfway home.” He cleared his throat, taking a sip from the juice box. “Lee,”

“I did what needed to be done.”

“What else did you do?” She looks at him, watching him stay silent. “Lee?”

“I took care of it.”

“How?”

“Why do you want to know?” He met her eyes.

“He’s my child. What if I have to do it next time.” She looks back down to the grass she is plucking.

Lee clears his throat. “I can maybe,” He swallows. “Whenever you settle somewhere, I can make sure he controls it. I can help him some.”

“You should have been there in the first place.” She looks up to him.

“I didn’t want him to be around this.” Lee tells her. “He didn’t need to know this part of who he is.”

“Lee this isn’t part of him, it is who he is!” She said matter of factly. “He did just like you! He killed his babysitter last night! He took a chunk out of her throat, just like you did when you were three!”

“I know!” He snapped. “I know, I'm the one who cleaned it up! I’m the one who bleached the fucking place!” He stood walking away.

She followed him to a distance that Liam wouldn’t hear. “You should have been there in the first place, Lee! You knew what signs to look for and knew what led up to it! I didn’t! I was doing this blind!”

“Why the fuck do you think I was there?!” He turned to her. She paused looking at him. “I knew he was at the same age! I stayed around watching and waiting to see if he would be like me! Since I’ve found out about him I’ve been watching and fucking waiting and praying.” His tone lowered. 

Her voice softened. “You’ve been around this whole year?”

Lee looks away. “I tried to make it before he hurt her but I couldn’t. I was a town over. On my way back.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She turned around for a moment then looked back at him. “So, you watched me- you watched me think I was going crazy missing you and you said nothing.” She pushed her long hair from her face. Lee couldn’t look at her. “Wow.” She walked away a few steps then turned back. “I can’t believe you.” She shook her head walking past Lee. “Keep an eye on your son. I need to clear my head.”

“Y/N,” He called after her but she didn’t turn back around. She just kept walking.

He watched her till she disappeared. “Where mommy going?” Lee looked down to see Liam looking up at him. 

“She is just going for a walk.”

“Oh.” The little boy answers. “Lee?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“How do you know my mommy?”

Lee kneels in front of the boy. “Well,” He clears his throat. “We knew each other for a long time.” He squints a little from the sun as he looks at Liam. “Since before you came along.”

“Why Have I never met you?”

“I- uh-  I had to go away for a while and she wasn’t too happy about that.”

“Are you gonna stay around now?” Lee says nothing, he just looks at the boy who is filled with questions. He can see himself easily in the boy. It’s more than just eyes and hair. It’s his smirk and the way he flips his hair from his eyes the exact way Lee does. The way he scrunches his nose when his is tired and likes to sing along to the radio. “I like having you around.” Liam tells him.

“Oh yeah?” Lee ruffles his hair. “Why is that?”

“I don’t know.” The little boy shrugs and looks at Lee. “I just do.”

“I think I saw a stream a little off that way.” He points. “How about we go fishing for our dinner?” 

Lee can't help the smile that forms over his face as the boy’s face lights up.

Part Four

[bacchuschucklefuck]

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

[bunnieswithknives]

Wahhh I'll get around to drawing more angst later, for now you get Dev having the time of his life

[m0rbs]

Hi the fixations finally collided in the stupidest way possible

They all go back into the dungeon to find Spock (he died) but when they get there he’s Weird