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fruit-teeth · 5 years ago

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Lullaby

Alternate title: The Day Scout Used a Bat for Something Other Than Baseball.

/(Scout is next! Not much to say, except that this one is pretty long and kinda violent...but I threw in some Dad!Spy at the end cause why not. Hope you enjoy!)

In Jeremy’s memory, things were much simpler when he was a child.

Although he didn’t get along with his older brothers on account of them being so much older, he was inseparable with the three brothers closest in age to him— Jimmy, Phillip and Joey. The three boys were very fond of Jeremy, though they’d never admit it. They played with him nearly every day, they taught him self-defense skills, and late at night they’d stay up and tell each other scary stories in the dark. Though they didn’t have much money, and they didn’t exactly live in the best of towns, Jeremy forever would look back at these moments as being part of an idealistic childhood.

Out of all of his brothers, though, the one Jeremy aspired to be the most was Phillip. Phillip was eight years older than him, and he seemed to be the best at everything. He was a star athlete at his high school, he played the guitar like no one’s business, and he had girls swooning over him almost constantly. To Jeremy, he was literal perfection, and Jeremy wanted nothing more than to just be him.

But time changes everything. First, Jimmy went off to college, and while he dropped out about two years in, he somehow ended up with a pretty good job as a tie salesman. Not terribly impressive, but considering that many of his other brothers didn’t have such luck, it was quite the feat.

A year after Jimmy went to college, Phillip won a scholarship from playing baseball, and his whole family celebrated with a graduation party. Everything seemed hopeful, for a moment, as it looked like Phillip was going to really make something of himself.

So, what happened? Inevitably, Phillip got tangled with the wrong people. The details, to this day, are rather unclear, but he became involved with a local gang and, consequently, all of their many antics. All of this culminated in that infamous moment when his coach turned on the lights to the supply shed, only to discover that Phillip had orchestrated an orgy with his fellow gang members and local prostitutes right there on campus.

This led to Phillip getting dropped from school, and afterwards, he lived with his mother and brothers for a while. When he and his mother got into a disagreement over him not having a job, he disappeared into the night, and he didn’t return.

At this point, Jeremy was twelve years old, and the only brother who was still closest to him was Joey, who was sixteen. They hadn’t seen Phillip for quite some time, and by March of that year they seldom spoke about him.

In fact, it was March 15th when everything in Jeremy’s life got flipped on his head: this was the same day he’d gone through his first breakup with his first girlfriend, Joanelys. Joanelys had announced to him that morning during their homeroom period that she was in love with a boy named Nelson, and that she was going to leave Jeremy for him. Oh, how Jeremy had cried! He’d never been so hurt and angry up until that point, and he vowed never to speak to Joanelys again (he would run into her again, years later, and he attempted to speak to her then, but she acted like she didn’t know him).

Jeremy confronted Nelson after school that day, and he made it very clear what his intentions were.

“Hey, fatass!” Jeremy barked, fists balled in anger, storming over to where Nelson was waiting for his bus. “Ya think you can just steal my girl like that?! Huh?!” He grabbed Nelson by the collar of his shirt. “You got somethin’ to say!?”

This confrontation was not a smart move on Jeremy’s part, since Nelson was significantly bigger than him. Nelson just glared at him, before sneering, “She likes me ‘cause I ain’t no string bean like you,” he then raised his fist and punched Jeremy right in the nose, knocking him straight to the ground.

Nelson’s bus arrived then, and he got on it, but not before smashing his foot down on Jeremy’s prized Godzilla lunchbox and leaving a significant dent in it. Jeremy scrambled to his feet, just in time to see the bus doors slam shut, and he noticed his dented tin lunchbox laying in the ground.

As Jeremy began to cry again, the other children waiting for their rides home watched him in silent fascination before whispering to each other and pointing. Joey came stalking up from the high school just nearby, and he snatched up Jeremy’s wrist.

“Again!?” Joey snapped at him, leading him towards the sidewalk. “God, Jeremy, ya can’t keep cryin’ over every stupid thing! It ain’t right!” He then turned over his shoulder and barked at the kids watching, “Ain’t anyone ever teach you brats to mind your own business!?”

Joey led his little brother home, and all the while Jeremy told him all about his breakup with Joanelys and his fight with Nelson. Joey commented wryly, “You shoulda smacked the shit out of Joanelys instead, see if that bitch respects ya then!”

When they arrived, Jeremy intended to run straight to his mother and lament to her about his rough day, yet when he and Joey entered the house, they were greeted by the last sight they’d expected to see: their mother sat on the couch, and beside her sat Phillip.

“Phillip!” Gasped Jeremy, dropping everything and racing towards him. “Ya came back!”

Phillip set down his glass of water and caught Jeremy in a hug, pulling him in tightly. “Hey,” his voice sounded different: he sounded tired, worn down. “Hey, there, buddy. How’s it hangin’?”

Jeremy pulled away, and he took a moment to just observe. Phillip looked so much older, now, and his hair had grown longer although it looked as though it hadn’t been washed. He also smelled strange, like a mixture of sweat and fried food.

Joey paused in the middle of the living room, staring Phillip down before asking, “The hell happened to you?”

Their mother answered before Phillip could, “Boys, Phillip is very tired. He just came a real long way, so don’t overwhelm him,” she had a strange look in her eyes, although Jeremy couldn’t quite tell what she was feeling.

Phillip ran a hand through Jeremy’s hair, assuring him, “I’m gonna be okay, I promise. Hey, d’ya wanna play Scrabble later, Jeremy?”

Jeremy nodded. “Okay!” He didn’t actually like Scrabble, he wasn’t good at it, but he really just wanted to spend time with his brother.

They never got to play Scrabble.

Phillip was oddly quiet during dinner, barely mentioning anything about where he’d been all these months, what he’d been up to, or really any details. All he did was tell a funny story about how he saw a naked man at a Taco Bell. Other than that, he seemed more invested in what his brothers were up to more than anything else.

“Jeremy, hun, could you help me with the dishes?” their mother inquired of her youngest son once dinner had ended, and Jeremy nodded.

“Yeah, Ma,” he began to clear up the sliverware, but it was then that the phone rang.

Phillip answered with a “Yeah?” before his entire demeanor changed. He fell silent, listening, before he tried to ask, “How did you—?” He stopped, and then quickly hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Joey asked, looking up from the comic book he’d just pulled out to read.

“No one,” Phillip answered hastily, before throwing on his coat and stumbling out the door.

Jeremy noticed Phillip leaving, and he cried out, “Phillip! Where are you goin’!? I thought we were gonna play Scrabble!”

Their mother had gone upstairs, so she didn’t see when Jeremy pursued Phillip out the door. Phillip jogged down the sidewalk, looking all around in a panic before he realized Jeremy was following him.

“Jeremy!” He hissed, grabbing his brother by the shoulder. “The hell you doin’!? Go back home!”

“No!” Jeremy retorted, clenching his fists. “Why are you leavin’ again without sayin’ anything!? It don’t make any sense!”

Phillip grabbed Jeremy’s hands, looking into his eyes with a deep earnestness. “Jeremy, I’m just tryin’ to protect you. Get inside, now!” His voice quivered, and Jeremy knew he meant it.

Jeremy blinked, tilting his head to the side. “Protect me from what?”

“You—,” Phillip was cut off by the screeching of tires, and he whirled around, his face paling. “Shit!”

A beat-up van pulled up, and a cluster of men poured out of the doors. In reality, there were only about six men, but to Jeremy there seemed to be more, and they all looked huge and terrifying.

A man in a roughed-up suit stepped forward, his lizard-like eyes scanning Phillip and Jeremy. After a moment, he spoke.

“So, Phillip,” he began, his voice rough and raspy. “You thought you could get away this easily, hm? You thought that bringing this child with you would keep us from what we need to do?”

Phillip gritted his teeth, stepping in front of Jeremy to defend him. “Shut the fuck up,”

The man snorted, stepping closer, the streetlights illuminating his face. He was hideous, and Jeremy didn’t even want to look at him.

“Don’t think we won’t hesitate to snuff out the kid, too,” the man snarled. “We don’t need a witness here,”

Jeremy started to shake, gripping Phillip’s arm. “P-Phillip?”

Phillip spoke again, but he was pleading this time. “Diego, please, I’m beggin’ ya. Leave my brothers out of this! It’s me you want, not them!”

Diego pursed his lips together, thinking. The other men behind him began to move in closer, circling Phillip and Jeremy and effectively trapping them.

After a moment, Diego commanded in a cold and monotone voice, “Kill the boy, and make him watch,”

Two men snatched Jeremy up, startling a scared yelp out of him, but Phillip whipped out his pistol and aimed it at both of them. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare!”

One of the men snickered, pulling out his own gun and pressing it against Jeremy’s head. “Phillip, if ya know what’s good for ya, you’ll put that gun down,”

Jeremy shook and cried out, beginning to sob loudly and futilely attempting to wiggle free. “No, no, no! Lemme go!”

Another man grabbed Phillip from behind, but Phillip was prepared. He whirled around, shooting the man in the head before aiming higher and shooting Diego right between his eyes. As both men went down, all hell broke loose.

One of the men holding Jeremy let go of him to rush at Phillip, while the other one pulled out a knife and poised to slash Jeremy’s throat. Jeremy, however, managed to duck away and sink his teeth into the man’s exposed arm, drawing blood with his overbite. The man let out a yell, dropping Jeremy, and the boy promptly scrambled to get away.

“Run, Jeremy!” Jeremy heard Phillip screaming as he was swarmed by the gangsters. “Run, don’t look back!”

Jeremy darted to the backyard as fast as he could, heading for the shed, where he scurried inside to hide. Catching his breath, he crouched down, hugging his knees as he felt himself still shaking like a leaf.

“I ain’t scared,” he repeated in a whisper to himself. “I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared...”

It was then that he noticed Phillip’s old bat leaning up against the wall, and he grabbed it, holding on to it tightly as he stared at the door. He could hear all the commotion happening outside, but he didn’t want to register it or even think. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply before pushing the door open just a crack to look outside.

“Gotcha!” A voice bellowed, and that man from earlier grabbed Jeremy by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the shed. “You miss me, kid?!” He held Jeremy above his head, nearly choking him.

Jeremy yelped, and before he even had time to think, he raised the bat up and in a swift motion, he brought it back down and cracked it over the man’s head.

The man dropped Jeremy again, letting out a scream and staggering backwards. Jeremy could have taken that time to escape, but rage took over his body. He began to brutally beat his attacker with the bat, smacking him repeatedly and without mercy, reaching whatever part of his body he could with the bat.

“This is for my brother!” His voice pitched as he thrashed the man, not even stopping when blood began to dribble on the bat. “This is for tryin’ to kill me! You’re a fuckin’ asshole, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!”

The man finally got a moment to reach for his knife, which he raised to try and stab Jeremy in the arm. However, he never got the chance: a different man, one Jeremy did not recognize from the gaggle of gang members, seemingly appeared out of nowhere and plunged his own knife into the man’s back.

“The police are here!” The new man shouted at Jeremy. “Run— go to them, now!” His accent definitely wasn’t a local one, but Jeremy didn’t even question it as he got up and ran towards the flashing lights, bat still clutched in his hand.

As soon as he ran up to the cars, an older woman caught him halfway there. “Are Jeremy?” She asked him, holding him still to look him in the eyes.

Jeremy sniffed, nodding. “Y-Yeah! Where’s Phillip!?”

The woman just stared with eyes that seemed to glow golden, before she put an arm around Jeremy, solemnly leading him to an ambulance just a few feet away. There, he saw his mother inside, hunched over someone on the stretcher, and she had an expression on her face that was unlike one he’d ever seen on her before.

“M-Ma?” Jeremy began, stepping inside the ambulance. “Ma?”

She lifted her head, her mascara ruined from tears, her eyes wide open. “Jeremy...” Her voice broke, and she grabbed him, holding him close and so, so tightly. “Jeremy! Oh, my god, oh, my god!”

Jeremy hugged back, unsure of what was happening, but he buried his face into his mother’s chest. “Ma, some guys tried the kill me! I dunno what happened to Phillip, did they get him!?”

A cough came from the stretcher, and Phillip’s destroyed voice met Jeremy’s ears. “They did...”

“Phillip?” Jeremy tried to get a good look at him, but his mother just pressed him to her chest so he couldn’t look.

She reached over with a gentle hand, touching Phillip’s face, shaking all over. “Honey...why did this happen to you?!” She sobbed. “Why would they do this!?”

Phillip didn’t answer, and instead he asked, “Is Jeremy okay?” He lifted his head a little, and Jeremy could see that his eye was swollen shut, and he was covered in bruises.

“I-I’m okay, Phillip!” Jeremy cut in, tears rolling down his face.

“Good...” Phillip let his head fall back down. “Thank God...that’s all that matters...”

His mother sniffed, hovering over Phillip, stroking his hair. “You’re gonna be okay, Phillip,” she whimpered, her lower lip shaking. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise...”

The rest of the night was a blur to Jeremy. The man who had saved him earlier showed up in the ambulance, hugging Jeremy’s mother, and she hugged him back while sobbing. Jeremy didn’t go with Phillip to the hospital, though— instead, the man took him back to the house, picking him up and carrying him up the stairs.

The man told Jeremy to get ready for bed, and he obeyed, brushing his teeth and putting on his pajamas. Once this had been done, he climbed into bed, suddenly feeling immensely tired and wishing to go to sleep as soon as possible, just to escape this hellish reality.

As he began to drift off, though, the man sat on the edge of his bed, where he stroked the boy’s hair and rubbed his back. He acted very lovingly towards Jeremy, almost the way his mother would, and Jeremy just barely registered a quiet lullaby being sung to him.

“Berceuse et bonne nuit,

Tu es le delice de ta mere,

Anges brillants a cote

Ma cherie demeure.

Doux et chaud est ton lit,

Ferme les yeux et repose la tete.

Doux et chaud est ton lit,

Ferme les yeux et repose la tete...”

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wyomwyom · 3 years ago

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27 years old letter

Find it on ao3 here

Dadspy sprinkled with some Sniperspy

Edited by: @radiostaticc

Sniper was of course not the biggest fan for loud parties, but the kid is now 30, which he guess would make Scout not really a kid anymore, but who cares? He was the kid among them and shall stay forever. The little ankle biter who loved loud noises way too much, while alcohol not at all.

While most of the others were having fun being as drunk as one can get, Scout was at the table of gifts with his can of Bonk. Maybe it was how he sometimes did the same things, or maybe he spent too much time with his boyfriend, Spy. But Sniper noticed nervous movements on the Scout. Adjusting his clothes, like they never fit right; drumming on the can with one finger; briefly hugging himself with one arm. The kid was nervous to the brim and Sniper seemingly being the only one to notice, he decided to do something about it.

He walked up to Scout and put a hand on his shoulder, before greeting him, starting simple and kind.

"Staying out of the party? Your age is catching up to you kid?" he joked with a chuckle, relieved to see the other smile from it, but it didn't last long "What's wrong Scout?" he asked, low so it won't cause attention and not hide his worry. The fast runner got more nervous from the question. Chewing on his lips, looking around in fear that anyone else noticed, before giving in with a sigh.

"Can we go to one of your nests? I need air and privacy." he admitted.

"Sure kid, and don't worry. From the look of it, nobody will notice." Sniper said as they walked towards the front door of the base.

"Dear Jeremy,

When they reached the nest, Sniper gave the other time to say the problem. He was known for his patience and not many questions. So he waited. He watched as Scout finished his can of Bonk, tapped his foot on the wooden surface of the nest while getting his thoughts together and he waited as the problem was taken out.

Scout took out an envelope folded in half, looked at it for a little, before holding out for Sniper.

"My mom gave me this when I left home. Said dad wrote it to me when he left and I can read it when I turn 30. Problem is... I-I can't read. Doc said it's a normal dyswhat-the-hell. But I'm sure my da' didn’t know it was a thing I have when he wrote it. And just-"

"Would you like if I read it to ya?" Sniper cut in gently, grabbing the letter, but not yet taking it. Not until Scout released it and nodded as a silent answer. The envelope was already opened, so Sniper just had to take out the letter, unfold it and read it:

You're now old enough to maturely hear what I'm about to say. And old enough to be the age I was when I left you, your brothers, and your mother. I wanted you to have this letter at this age, so you can know how young and stupid a man can be in the age of 30. I also hope that you won't make the same mistakes by reading this and learning from mine.

When I met your mother and she boldly came up to talk to me, I knew that if a nobody like me can fall in love and not be alone in the feeling, then I should never let it go. But then I had to.

She never judged me and I never judged her for anything. She loved me the same way when I had to disappear for long times and I loved her the same way when she introduced me to her 7 sons.

Now before I say the next thing, I want you to know that you are not and never were the reason why I left you and your family. You were the brightest light in my life and still are, no matter where life takes us both.

These almost three years I could spend with you mean so much to me and it hurts so much that I had to leave. But my love for your family and you blinded me about how dangerous a job I actually had that put the bread on the table for the ten of us. I knew the moment when I received a letter with only your name on it, that I had to leave. I don't expect you to understand, or accept my choice. But I wanted nothing more than you to be safe. I made the worst choices in life, but loving my family was not something I could control. Your mother is the strongest woman this world has seen, so I know I'm going to leave you in good hands. She will protect and care for you, like I never could.

You can trust her in anything. I know, because I'm trusting her to keep the things she knows about me secret and give this letter to you when she knows it's time to face the truth of whatever lie she came up with. The truth of which is that I left to protect you and I still will always be with you. In the crowds, in the background, maybe even right next to you.

I'm going to do my best to keep you as close, but still as far to make sure you're safe and happy. Because that's what you deserve. You can say I'm an asshole and a coward, which you are right about. I was a coward for choosing running instead of fighting, but I know at this moment of writing this in your room, that I'm making a mistake. So I want you to learn from it. Love is the most dangerous thing a man can face and if you ever find it, please fight for it. Fight for the person, or people you love and they will fight for you if they're the right people for you. I didn't fight enough for you and your family. Which is why I could never ask for your forgiveness. All I can ask for is for you to never give up and know that you deserve to be loved.

Happy birthday Jeremy

With all the love from your dad"

Sniper had his own small pain in his chest by the time he finished, but it was nothing compared to the sobs he heard and saw when he looked up. He put the letter to the side and moved closer to hold the kid in a tight embrace. He was never a fancy pants, he couldn’t give two shits about Scout ruining his clothes, so he pulled the sobbing man close to his chest and let him cry his heart out. He deserved it. Even if Scout read, he couldn't imagine being alone after such a letter like this.

"Th-ank y-ou..." the boy hiccuped, before burying his face into the red shirt, trying to take deep breaths after feeling a hand caressing his back. "Freak-king asshole dad..." he tried to talk again with a little chuckle, but couldn't say more. So he leant his head against Sniper comfortably, the crying slowly calming down and soft snores taking its place.

With one hand, the sharpshooter put the letter back into the envelope and put it into his pocket before lifting up the kid bridal-style and carefully carried him down. He was happy to discover that the base was now quiet. Inside some retreated into their rooms, while others were sleeping in the living room. He walked towards Scout's room, pretending he didn't hear the extra pair of shoes failing to walk silently after them. After putting the kid into his bed, he put the envelope on the bedside table.

"Happy Birthday Scout." he whispered a last time, before leaving the room, closing the door after himself. "Come 'ere Spook." he said to the air, opening his arms.

"Merde." Spy whispered annoyedly for being found out, but still uncloaked and leaned into his partner's arms. "Bushman, I-'' he started worriedly, but got cut off by a kiss on his head

"I know Spook, I know. I love you too. You won't get away from me that easily." he comforted with a chuckle

"Liar..." Spy said, knowing Sniper too well to believe that anxiety is not eating him up about the letter and what he said about Scout's mom in it. He heard a sigh, before his head was lifted, so his lips could receive a gentle kiss.

"What if you take me to bed and show me just how much you love me then?"

"Sounds good, mon chasseur."

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