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Ghost

Edward Philippe Mott x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1822 words

Warnings: Not necessarily a romantic connection between the reader/Edward, but he definitely cares for her and their child. 

Summary: The reader is Edward’s wife, who brings their young son Archibald to visit his father only to be met with some terrible news. 

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You knew better than anyone that Edward struggled with being around other people.

He didn’t connect with them in the same way that other people did, but that never stopped the two of you from being together. Granted, an arrangement certainly did help.

You cared about him, cared about the son you two shared, but when he came to you, talking about no longer being able to stay there, you knew he wasn’t asking.

The two of you lived pampered lives, but the one thing that Edward hated more than anything were all the other people who accompanied you.

There were always attendants, servants and people waiting on your every need and it was only a matter of time before he found himself over it entirely.

All he wanted was a place where he could be alone with his art, and that was exactly what he got.

It had only been a few weeks since his original retreat, but in that time, you and your young son, Archibald, had made your way to the farmhouse.

It was an invite you’d yet to have, personally but that didn’t matter. It had been more than enough time for Edward to settle into his new home, and you intended to see it. Nothing else mattered more than that.

However, as soon as you stepped foot on the grounds, the last thing you expected was to find him and everyone else missing.

They were missing, but it was much more than that. The more you investigated the grounds, you realized it was as if they’d vanished off the face of the earth.

It was strange, but after being on the road for so long, you assumed they would be back and decided to just wait for their return.

All you had was a single handmaid, and the buggy driver to accompany you but you just had to make due with what you had.

At the moment, all you knew was that Archibald needed his care, and you needed to have a bath of your own before you could think straight. So, you headed inside the house, finding it wonderfully built.

Though, you expected nothing less from Edward.

He had always been a touch dramatic, and you expected no less from the man you’d married. If nothing else, it shocked you that he wasn’t here to greet you at the door.

It wasn’t until you made it to the sitting room of the farmhouse that it registered to you that something could have gone wrong.

There, hanging on the walls, were a hundred or so of his paintings, all destroyed. Something like that would be more than enough to drive Edward mad.

He had always used his paintings as a way of feeling connected to other people, and losing them had to be hard on him.

You wouldn’t know how hard, of course, until much later in the evening, once you were already in bed.

Your handmaid had set to putting Archibald to bed in one of the side bedrooms, while you retired to the largest of the chambers alone.

It wasn’t ideal,  seeing as you had been expecting a house full of people to assist in your chores upon your arrival, but it was only for a few days.

If Edward hadn’t returned by then, you would just have to accept the fact that he’d likely left and wasn’t coming back.

Knowing him, he’d probably gotten word of another art auction a few counties over and would be back before long, but you wouldn’t wait around forever.

You didn’t have that luxury.

You had a boy to take care of, an heir to a large sum of family money and you couldn’t afford to just ignore all your responsibilities.

There was no use for fansifle things like artwork in your world, but that was where Edward came in. He had taught you quite a bit about fine art since you’d been married.

In any case, his love of paintings hadn’t saved them from their gruesome fate and as you would soon learn, it hadn’t saved him from his own either.

Once you fell asleep, curled up in the french linen sheets Edward had specifically imported in, you intended to stay that way. However, the house had other plans.

See, Edward had decidedly kept to himself in death more so than in life, but even that didn’t change the fact that nothing happened within the walls without him knowing.

This was his house, after all, and he couldn’t be willfully blind to it.

...Even if he wanted to be.

As soon as you set foot on the grounds, Edward knew about it on his own accord, and knew that he had to speak to you.

The two of you’d had your ups and downs in the time since you were wed but he couldn’t risk anything happening to you or his son.

It didn’t matter what you’d been through in the past or how many others he’d loved before and after you. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to protect you now.

He had been dragged from his bed, slaughtered in the grass without the knowledge of anyone other than Guinness and the other spirits of the house.

If anyone was going to care about his disappearance, it would be you but you had to be informed of it first.

So, he did the only thing he knew to do.

...He woke you.

“Wake up, Get up!” He urged, growing more and more patient as he tried to pull you from sleep. Edward had never been patient before but death had only decreased what he did have.

There was no need to be patient in the eternal hell he was living in.

When you finally did wake, you didn’t seem all that alarmed by what you were seeing. After all, you didn’t yet know that Edward was dead.

Though, it did seem odd that he would wake you in the middle of the night instead of just going to bed.

“Where have you been, Edward? Archibald and I were beginning to worry” you wondered, a joking sort of tone in your voice.

He hadn’t been expecting you and you would have thought he’d be upset with you for crashing his wonderful little hide away but he wasn’t.

There was a time when he would have been, screaming at the top of his lungs, making empty threats about what would happen if you disobeyed him but not anymore.

There was no beating in his chest, nothing he truly cared for. If he was going to be forced to endure this existence any longer, it would be with you and his child by his side.

After all, if he never would have fled your home, he would still have life coursing through him.

“You need to take the boy and get out of here, immediately” he warned, though to you it registered much more as his infamous temper, rearing its ugly head.

If this had just been a regular exchange between you and Edward, that would have been a valid assumption but not now.

Now, you were just wasting precious time.

“Don’t be so sour dear, I just wanted him to see the newest estate” you sighed, after the long journey you’d just made to see him, you could have at least gotten a hello.

Instead, he was already trying to get rid of you. What kind of greeting was that for a wife and son?

“You misunderstand. This is a dangerous place, no place for a woman and child. You need to take the child and go while you still can”

That got to you.

The words themselves weren’t altogether threatening, through alarming. What really got to you was the way in which he said it, with a sort of worry hta you’d never heard from him before.

It was uncharacteristically selfless of Edward, but even that didn’t mean you had to trust his word implicitly. It didn’t seem dangerous at all on your ride over.

If nothing else, this was a charming area.

“What has gotten into you Edward? This place seems perfectly fine to me-” you started, preparing to trifle with his patience indefinitely.

Though, before you could even finish your thought, Edward had yanked you up from bed, dragging you down the hall by your wrist toward where Archibald was sleeping.

“Edward! Stop, please. You’re hurting me” you begged, doing your best to keep up with his quick steps, giving up entirely though once he’d gotten your son from bed.

Whatever this was, Edward was beyond reasoning with.

He didn’t speak again until the three of you reached the basement, the dank room dark in the night.

You could hardly see in front of you but that was remedied quite quickly when Edward lit a torch. In doing so, he brought to light what seemed to be a hidden tunnel.

It was something you never would have thought about on your own. Something that you doubted anyone who wasn’t as paranoid as Edward would think to look for.

“What is this Edward? Please, you’re scaring me” you begged finally, not content with just following him into some dark, underground pit.

This wasn’t some pompous social event that he was uncomfortable at, ducking out with the two of you in the middle, this was something else entirely.

He was trying to throw you both out, in the middle of the night, in a different city state than you were accustomed. He was being irrational.

Whatever had gotten into him, you were sure that talking it through would make it better.

“There is no time to explain. Get out of here, and never come back. From this moment forward, I am nothing more than a ghost, to the both of you” he ordered, making himself clear.

This was not up for debate.

You were his family and if the two fo you were all he had left to his name, he surely wasn’t going to lose you to those horrible beasts in the woods.

“Never come back” he repeated once more, ushering you both toward the buggy. You had never operated one, but he didn’t care.

The horses knew what to do if you let them, and right now, that was the least of his worries. He just had to get you both out of here before the butcher caught word of it.

...And that was what he did.

As confused as you were, and as strange as it all was looking back, you later heard news of a servant killing Edward and hiding the body.

He must have known the two of you would be in danger there, as he must have been.

It may not have been the full truth, but for you, it was more than enough. If nothing else, Edward was right. From that moment on, he was a ghost to you both.