#everett brax

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Picture this: Wren, about 6 to 8 years old, scrawny, gap-toothed, with messy hair; on a school field trip to an aquarium. He quickly slips away from the group, wandering the faintly illuminated hallways. A tour guide finds him with his face pressed against the glass, his bright eyes following the flitting tropical fish. They gently lead him by the hand back to the class, on the way complimenting his knowledge and telling him even more fish facts.

Hi Erin I Loved This So Much I Did A Lil Thing

CW: I don’t know how to properly warn for this, just, being mean to someone who’s excited

 Elias had spent the ride there bouncing in his seat excitedly, not fully aware of how it bothered the girl next to him. He’d been excited for this trip ever since it had first been announced, he loved the aquarium, he’d been on edge all week just waiting for the day to get there. 

 “Did you know there’s over thirty- there’s over thirty thousand types of fish?” He said to the girl next to him, Isabella Bradley. They weren’t exactly friends, but their last names meant they’d been sitting next to each other from kindergarten, first grade, and now into second grade. Whether they liked it or not, they were always together- and right now, Isabella didn’t quite seem to like it, he’d been rambling the whole trip.

 “You already said that.” She said with a huff, though he’d been talking so quickly he hardly remembered saying it to begin with.

 “Oh! Well, you-you know jellyfish? I love jellyfish, but they aren’t actually fish! Even though “fish” is in the name!”

 “Elias!” She snapped. “Do you ever shut up?” She asked, and his mouth instantly shut. He’d been asked that before, by other kids, by his mom, by teachers, he thought he would’ve learned by now. She seemed satisfied with his silence, and he told himself he’d keep his mouth closed from here on out, having to grit his teeth to do so. He was fidgeting in his seat, bouncing his leg anxiously, and he was so relieved to finally get off the bus, gathering around his teacher with the other students.

 He cringed as he heard her tell them to partner up, those words always made him sick. He inched off to the side as much as he could, trying to fall behind the other kids getting into line in pairs. When he tried, he was good at going unnoticed, small and quiet. He’d rather have no partner than have one assigned to him, they never seemed to like him much anyway. He was happy to be looked over, following his class inside at the end of the line.

 All of his excitement came back once they were inside, he was once again reminded just how much he loved this place. He couldn’t help but smile as they followed one of the tour guides into the first, large room, he stared up at the large tank ahead of him with wide eyes. He tried to listen to what the guide had to say on the fish, but he was quickly bored, he already knew all this. At one point he asked a question, and Elias wanted so badly to answer, but he remembered that he told himself he’d be quiet this time, forcing himself to keep his hand down. 

 The tour wasn’t as exciting as he was used to, rushing from exhibit to exhibit with his brother. By now he knew the things the guide was telling them, it wasn’t new information to him, and even though he knew he shouldn’t have done it, he found himself separating from his class, lagging behind until they turned a corner and he simply didn’t follow. 

 He waited a few moments to make sure they hadn’t noticed, before heading off on his own, feeling much better about this now. For the most part, he knew his way around the aquarium, and he first stopped by the large tank with the moon jellyfish. He loved moon jellyfish a lot, and he knew they were even safe to touch. He wanted to touch one really bad. He eventually tore himself away from the tank, wandering through the other exhibits. 

 At some point, he came across the tank full of tropical fish, he couldn’t help but press his face against the glass as he watched them, standing on his toes to do so. Whenever he came with Everett, they’d sit on the bench in front of the tank, and Everett would listen as he tried to count how many fish of each color there was. He was happy to be there, but he couldn’t help but think the aquarium was a lot more fun with his brother. 

 “One… one, two, three, four…” He murmured to himself, slowly counting the yellow ones he saw. 

 “Oh- Are you lost from your class?” He jumped when he heard a voice, turning around to face the girl who’d spoken. She was young, her pretty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, but it was clear she worked there. 

 “I’m-I’m not lost...” He started, though he knew he wasn’t where he should be. For a brief moment he was scared he was going to get in trouble, but she just smiled as she approached him. 

 “Here, let’s get you back before they start to worry.” She said, taking his hand. “What’s your name?” She asked, as she started leading him away.

 “E-Elias…”

 “Do you like the aquarium, Elias?” She asked. 

 “Mmhm! My b-brother, he brought me here for my last birthday, and the one before that! I love it here!” He said, a grin spreading across his face as he got excited again. “I-I know a lot about fish and sea animals! Like-like manta rays- those are my favorite- they can-can be more than twenty feet across!”

 “Wow, you’re smart, aren’t you?” She laughed, and he was so relieved that she didn’t sound irritated like people tended to. He took that as a good sign to keep rambling as they walked, and sometimes she’d add something, telling him things he hadn’t learned yet, but was excited to know. He was almost sad when they reached his class again, sad he’d have to leave the nice lady who talked with him.

 His teacher thanked the girl for bringing him back, and he was almost immediately scolded for wandering off. He tried to enjoy the rest of the field trip though, and at the end of it they were even allowed into the gift shop, having been told to bring money for it specifically. He didn’t have much, but he didn’t want much anyway, he already had his shark stuffed animal he cherished so much. He found himself poking around the keychains, he had a manta ray one already, but he was happy to find a jellyfish keychain, snatching it up and rushing to buy it. Even though it wasn’t as fun as when he was with his brother, he was still excited to have something he could add to his collection once he was home.

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 “And-and then- and then I went and saw the tropical fish, the ones with the pretty colors!” He said, sitting on the counter while Everette made them dinner. He knew he was listening as he worked, his brother always listened. “A- uh- a nice lady, she took me back to my class, and she told me more stuff, like-like goldfish can live for decades, and a decade is ten years s-so that’s a long time.”

 “It sounds like you had fun.” His brother said with a smile, pausing what he was doing to reach up and ruffle his hair. 

 “I did! Oh- Ev! I got this!” He dug the keychain out of his pocket, holding it out for his brother to see. “It’s a-a jellyfish, I’m gonna put it on my backpack!” He said happily, kicking his legs as he spoke. 

 Everett let him ramble all the way through dinner, even when he repeated himself. Sometimes he’d ask questions, which would just get him going all over again, and by the end of the day he hardly even remembered being told to shut up that morning.

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Aw, Ev, don’t you just feel useless having to stand by and watch your brother break down because of these people?

You can’t even try to comfort him or let him know you’re there because you might scare him at this point. What a shame. :)

“It- it’s not fair!” He snaps. “They’re being cruel to him for no reason, what the fuck is wrong with them?! He’s just a fucking kid! I know- I know I can’t comfort him, that’s all I want to do and I can’t just- just fuck off!”

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Okay here's the questions best I remember them;

For Wren, Ev and Zander.

Their favourite colours and why?

Favourites animals and why?

Annnnnnnnnd...

Their favorite male, female and gender neutral names.

(I feel Wrens is either Eli or Wren but still)

Oooooo :3c

Favorite colors:

Wren: Blue! He’s always loved blue since he was old enough to have a favorite color lmao (much to his mother’s frustration). He always justifies his love for it by listing things that are blue, the ocean, blue butterflies, blue raspberry candy ect.

Zander: Purple. It used to be red. *gestures to Vanessa to explain why it changed*. He’s not a very colorful person though so most of his things are black and grey

Everett: Green! He explains it with aliens, several kinds of bugs, and green apple candy.

Favorite animals:

Wren: Manta rays, sharks, and jellyfish!

Zander: Cats, bats, and rats :)

Everett: Capybaras, crows, and black cats specifically

Favorite names:

Wren: Eli is definitely his favorite male name, despite the fact he really never cared for the name Elias. Wren was his second option but he Uh. Avoids that one now. Other favorites however included Noah and Aiden! Those fall under both his favorite masculine and gender neutral names. When it comes to feminine names he likes Bella, Dottie, and Abigail. He likes cute names like that.

Zander: he likes the names Astrid, Venus, Vega, and Orion.

Everett:

Masculine: Emmett

Feminine: Lilith

Neutral: Quinn

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I feel like Everett had exactly two talents and they were:

Beating the shit out of people in the ring

And unintentionally disrespecting any owner he spoke to every time he opened his stupid mouth

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I’ve been having a lot of weird dreams lately. I developed a terrible migraine while at work and so I passed out once I got home, in one of those deep sleeps with very vivid dreams. Today’s weirdness and most vivid instance was me dreaming that I was Wren, who was dreaming that he was me. He was having other dreams though, including one that was apparently a recurring nightmare involving a staircase and his mom and his dad. Everett was also there, which causes me to think I may have been dreaming I was Everett because “I” was older than the other Brax brother who was little

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I doodled they

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Somehow the thought of BTL Wren dancing with Nicholas led me to the image of baby!Eli dancing with Everett but he’s so little he has to stand on his feet and he thinks it’s the most fun thing ever

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Incorrect Quotes but with the Brax brothers

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Nobody asked, I just wanted to put Picrews of Wren and Everett side by side

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Despite being significantly less pathetic than anyone else, Everett Brax is MY poor little meow meow

1 // 2 // 3

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I’m still thinking about the strangulation piece. Sorry that I’m no thoughts head bad timeline. This is mostly dialogue tbh, purely self indulgent

CW: talk of strangulation, death & suicide talk, pet whump, intimate whumper, mention of sibling death

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“You could have killed me.” Wren said simply. He’d been thinking about it even days later, how dangerous what Nicholas had done really was.

“No I couldn’t have. I’m not as careless as you might think, I wouldn’t have done it if I thought it would cost you your life.” Nicholas said with a dismissive tone. He had Wren in his lap, his arms holding him right around the waist. The boy’s throat was still sore and bruised, rope mark still left behind. Nicholas had yet to stop admiring his work.

“But what if you did? What would you have done if I had died?” He asked, trying to twist around to face him.

“I don’t have intentions to bury any of my pets, you don’t need to worry about that.” Nicholas told him.

“What if I killed myself?” He asked, getting more and more irritated. Nicholas seemed to be feeling the same way as he roughly twisted him back around, holding him tighter to he couldn’t move.

“If you talk like that I might start to get worried, Love. I’d have to keep a close eye on you, and keep you restrained to avoid such an unfortunate incident.” He said it as if he cared, but they both knew it was a threat.

“Why won’t you answer me? I just want to know what you would’ve done if I had died.” He said, not ready to give up on this, and Nicholas sighed. His hand slid up his chest, coming to loosely wrap around his throat, the feeling instantly causing him to freeze up.

“Fine, since you’re so insistent. If you had died, or if something happens before I’m done with you, I would give you a proper burial.” He told him. “You would have a headstone with your name inscribed on it, and I’d leave flowers for you every once in a while- since you’re so worried about it maybe you should tell me now what flowers you’d prefer.” He said, and though Wren couldn’t see his face he knew he was smirking. “I already know where to bury you, but I’d really rather not have to. So don’t do anything stupid.” He said bluntly.

“So even if I died you wouldn’t have the decency to let my family know…?” He asked, and Nicholas laughed.

“What family?” He asked, and Wren didn’t expect how much those words would hurt.

“I have a family.” He snapped, finally shoving his hand away, turning so he could fully face him now. He may have still been on his lap, Nicholas wouldn’t allow him to just get up, but at least he could see his stupid face now.

“Really? I thought I already told you, I dug up a lot on you when I was trying to bring you home.” He said, reaching up to brush Wren’s hair from his face, the boy flinching away.

“Yeah? And what the fuck would you know about my family?” He snapped. “Because if you knew anything, then you’d-“

“I know that your mother, Karen Brax, died the same year you turned eighteen. I know your name wasn’t always Elias- not that what it was before matters. I know you had a brother, Everett Brax, and I knew about him before I ever knew about you. It also appears you don’t have any relationship with your father or your half siblings. I know you lived alone, you had no partner, and if you’re calling that mutt and his mothers, Valerie and Georgia, your family, then that’s just adorable.” Each word just served to make him more and more angry, more and more scared, his eyes going wide.

“How the fuck-“

“Why would I tell you?” He interrupted. “You’re asking far too many questions, pet. I guess to answer your previous question though, no, I wouldn’t go out of my way to let that mutt, or anyone related to him for that matter, know that you were gone. If anything I love the idea of him living the rest of his miserable life not knowing what happened to you, I hope that guilt would be enough to fucking kill him.” He said, bitterness towards Zander evident in his voice. “You’re mine, Love, until I finally give you away, you belong to me, and if you die here, then you’ll die mine. You might as well forget about your “family”,” He said, grabbing Wren by the chin and forcing him to meet his eye, “Because you will never see them again.”

“I fucking hate you.” He hissed through his teeth. He wanted to hit him, to get his hands around Nicholas’ throat, get his revenge even in some small way but anything short of killing him would result in punishment his body just couldn’t take right now. Nicholas kissed his forehead before releasing his chin, pulling him into a tight, restrictive hug.

“And I still love you all the same.” He told him. He sounded like he was having fun with this, amused by Wren’s anger. He always seemed to find his anger funny, as though it were cute. It just made him more upset.

He wasn’t going to die here. Not just because he didn’t want to die at all, but if he had to die as a pet, he hoped it would be under a different owner, someone with the decency to tell his family, the way his brother’s owner had done for him. Lord knew he hated that man, but that was always the one thing he could appreciate. He wouldn’t let Nicholas be the end of him though, even if only to save Zander from going through that grief all over again.

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listen the brax brothers only had one brain cell between them and everett took it with him when he died

Everett had been borrowing it that day so he died and then was like WAIT NO THIS NEEDS TO GO BACK-

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Okokok this was. Out of nowhere but holy shit I had fun with it. Some Bad Timeline content y’all, 100% Wren bullying

CW: Pet whump, dehumanization, noncon kiss, noncon touching (nonsexual), knife whump, branding (kind of), nightmares, strangulation mention

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Eli sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment, exhausted after a long day at work. He just wanted to go and collapse into bed, sleep until he had to get up and do it all again in the morning. He stepped inside and turned around to lock the door, but he froze in his tracks, his blood running cold when he heard a terribly familiar voice.

“Hello, Love.”

No no no no. There’s no fucking way. Not here.

He couldn’t force himself to turn around, but he could feel his presence behind him. He knew he was still at the door, he could hopefully get it open, run for help, but just as he reached to unlock it again a hand tangled in his hair, and he felt the cold tip of a blade come and rest against his throat, forcing him to tilt his head back.

“No no, you’re not getting away from me that easily.” He said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” He said as he dragged him further into the apartment, into the living room. He had clearly been here for a little while, things laid out and prepared on his coffee table, things he hoped to never see again. Leather cuffs, a blue collar, that goddamn ball gag, other tools Nicholas had used on him time and time again. It only just then occurred to him to call for help, panic taking over completely.

“No! Stop it- please- help me!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. He kept screaming, he had neighbors, somebody had to hear him, he hoped desperately this would work.

He fought when Nicholas moved the knife away from his throat, kicking the back of his knee and forcing him to the floor. There was a brief moment where he let go of his hair, he tried to scramble away but he was quickly grabbed by the wrist, roughly dragged back. His arms were twisted behind his back, secured in place with the leather cuffs, and he let out a broken sob, uselessly trying to pull against them.

“No no no please! Please somebody help!” He cried, but Nicholas finally had enough, grabbing him by the hair and holding the blade to his throat again as Eli took quick, shuddering breaths.

“Stop your crying and listen to me,” He hissed in his ear, “If you shut up now, I won’t have to gag you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He said, and all he could manage was a soft, whimpered mmhm, his lip trembling as he struggled not to cry. “There’s my good boy.” He said, finally letting go of him, only temporarily as he took a seat on the couch, grabbing his face and forcing him to meet his cold grey eyes.

“P-please, please don’t- don’t-“

“Shhh, it’s okay my love.” He said gently. “Look at you- you’ve only been away a short while and you’ve already ruined yourself.” He said, using the tip of the knife to brush back a loose strand of hair. Elias had dyed it as soon as he could after getting home, a nice deep blue color he had always been fond of. The thought of having that taken away again brought even more tears to his eyes. “You ran away for what? This tiny apartment? Long hours at work? Loneliness and fear and paranoia? Why would you do that when you were so much more comfortable with me?”

“N-no, I wasn’t, I wasn’t-“ He took a deep shuddering breath, struggling to put his frantic thoughts into words. “You-you know I was-wasn’t happy, how-how could I have been? Please, I-I’m home, it’s over now, please let it be over.” He whimpered pathetically, trying his best to keep his voice down.

“It’s not over until I say it is, you know that.” He said, a cruel smile on his face. “You need to learn a lesson, you need to learn to drop this stupid idea you have that you’re actually a person.”

“I-I am- I am a person, m-my name is- is Elias Brax, I-I’m-“ He tried to go through the words Zander had taught him to hold onto himself, words he’d repeated again and again and again, only for Nicholas to suddenly slap him, his head snapping to the side.

“Shut up!” He snapped. “You’re lying to yourself and you know it. You’ve gotten stupid in your time away, you need me here to remind you.” He said. He roughly shoved Eli back, the boy crying out when the back of his head hit the edge of the coffee table. Nicholas got to his feet, wandering about the living room as he seemed to be thinking about something. “You need to learn a lesson…” He said again, Elias watching him in fear.

His heart was pounding hard in his chest, he felt like he couldn’t breath. He wanted to try to keep fighting but he was scared, he was scared and he was so, so tired of fighting, he couldn’t anymore. He wanted this to be over, but the only way to get there was to ride it out.

“Who is this?” Nicholas asked, picking up a framed photo of Everett from a shelf. From his tone, Eli knew he didn’t have the option not to answer.

“He’s dead.” He blurted out immediately, Nicholas giving him a look as though he didn’t believe him. “He- that’s- that’s my brother, he’s d-dead, you can’t hurt him.” He told him. Nicholas didn’t seem to buy it, but he dropped the picture frame, Eli flinching when he heard the glass break. He picked up the frame next to it, a photo of him and Zander taken not long before Nicholas had first kidnapped him. “The mutt is alive and well though- for now, that is. Maybe that’s what you need to learn to listen-“

“No!” He cried. “Don’t-don’t hurt him, don’t hurt- don’t hurt anyone but me!” He said, and Nicholas smiled.

“Well, if you insist.” He dropped that frame as well, Eli whimpering as he made his way back over to him. He had changed his position to watch him, making it easy for Nicholas to kick him down so he was laying on his back, his arms trapped beneath him. Nicholas got down on the floor with him, straddling his waist. He was instantly scared he intended to strangle him again, but Nicholas gently touched his face, wiping away a tear at the corner of his eye. He cringed at the feeling of leather against his skin, he’d always hated those gloves he always wore.

“P-promise me.” Eli said, hardly thinking as he said it.

“What’s that?”

“Promise me- promise me it’ll be just me. Promise you-you won’t hurt anyone e-else. Please.” He said, his voice wavering, and Nicholas laughed.

“Alright sweet boy, I promise I won’t hurt anybody else.” He told him. He leaned down, before he could turn his head away he kissed him, Eli freezing and going tense out of habit, he never did learn how he was supposed to react. He knew he was testing him, pushing his weak boundaries to see just how much he would take without snapping. He pulled back after only a moment, though it felt much longer, seeming pleased with the fact he hadn’t put up a struggle. “I only want you, after all.”

He sat up straight again, busying himself with unbuttoning the white shirt Eli was wearing. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but be disappointed it would end up stained with blood. He watched Nicholas reach across the coffee table, picking up a different blade, one he’d used on him often before, often enough that Wren’s breath caught in his throat when he saw it.

“How many days have you been gone from me, love? I’m sure you know the number.”

“I-It… it’s been almost seven- seven weeks… forty… forty six days today…” He said softly.

“Forty six days!” Nicholas said, almost sounding impressed. “You almost made it fifty days without me, I’m surprised you made it so long! That’s far too long though, too long for you to be left alone. A stupid thing like you is better off as a pet, you know that, right?” He said, clearly expecting an answer.

“I-I… Yes… yes sir…” He wanted to argue with him but he knew it would just prolong the ordeal, he just wanted it to be over.

“Good boy. Forty six days, well, we should go ahead and get started then.” He said, Elias wasn’t entirely sure what he intended to do but he bit back a cry when the blade pierced his skin, a small, quick cut, that stung more than anything else. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he’d made four similar cuts, only to slice across them as the fifth. Tally marks. One for everyday that he’d been gone.

Five of them was irritating, but bearable. Ten of them hurt, but aside from whining he remained quiet. Twenty of them, he couldn’t handle it anymore, sobbing as he felt like it had been going on forever, and would last just as long. The stinging pain was paired with the ache of his arms, his head pounding from his panicked breathing and crying. He wanted this to be over, he wanted everything to just go back to normal.

Forty six stinging cuts later and he was in tears, and despite the pain he was causing him Nicholas gently wiped away his tears, seeming to enjoy listening to him cry. Eli didn’t even want to know what his chest looked like, didn’t want to see all the blood. He wondered if Nicholas would be kind enough to clean him up at the end of all this, or if he would simply let him bleed out. He took a deep, shuddering breath when Nicholas got off him, though his relief didn’t last long when he pulled him into a sitting position, this wasn’t over just yet.

“Alright love, you did so well for me but the gag is necessary now.” He told him, and almost reflexively, obediently, he opened his mouth, slowly going numb the same way he did when he was trapped with him. Nicholas was gentle this time, the ball pushed between his teeth, the straps tightened and locked behind his head. He tried not to think about what was going to be so bad that it was supposedly necessary. He was careful as he moved him, adjusting him to lean forward and place his head on the table, Nicholas perched on the edge of the couch behind him. He heard a sound, the click of a lighter, and he couldn’t help but think about the time Cain heated a blade, and pressed it to his tongue.

He didn’t expect how close this would be to that. A sudden searing, white hot pain pressed against his back, in between his shoulder blades, and he *shrieked*. He sobbed loudly, tears streaming down his face as it happened again, he didn’t know how but he easily placed the pattern, forming out a letter N.

He screamed, though it was muffled by the gag he screamed, desperate and hopeless. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he screamed, because there was nothing else he could do.

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When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his living room, shoved against the table and staring at that awful blue collar. He was staring at his ceiling, laying on his bed, his shark still clutched in one arm. He was covered in sweat but cold to the point of shivering, even under his blankets. The room was lit by a pale blue light, from a cat shaped night light on his desk, a gift from Zander. He sat up, shaking as he took in his surroundings.

As he finally came to his senses, he suddenly pulled his shirt over his head, looking down and expecting tally marks but not seeing any new scars, only ones he was used to, and the brand from Cain. He was able to reach back, his hand feeling between his shoulder blades and finding no traces of a burn or any wound. He took slow deep breaths, realizing it had just been a dream.

He opened his mouth, he tried to speak, and he couldn’t. Yep, just a dream. He’d never been so relieved to be silent.

He wasn’t entirely relieved though, a sense of paranoia still weighing down on him. He hardly thought about it when he stumbled out of bed, swaying and having to grab his door frame and stop for a minute on his way out. His dreams always disoriented him, having to adjust to only half his vision again. Once he was sure he was okay, he rushed to the front door, checking the locks, all of which were still in place. He moved about the apartment quickly, efficiently, flipping on every light and checking every room, even the closets. He checked the locks on the windows, the door to his balcony, all locked, all secure, every room empty. He even stopped in the living room, making sure the pictures of Everett and him and Zander were still intact, which they were. He was still nervous, but he felt safe enough to return to his room, climbing back into bed. He didn’t lay down, he stayed sitting propped against his headboard, holding his shark close to his chest.

Just a dream. Just a nightmare. He was alone, safe in his home. Nicholas wasn’t there, he couldn’t hurt him anymore, he didn’t have to play the part of his Love ever again.

My name is Elias Brax, He mouthed, his lip trembling, I’m twenty four years old. I’m not a dog. I’m not Wren. I’m not Love. My name is Elias Brax.

His shoulders shook as he buried his face in his stuffed animal, a silent sob wracking his body. He was tired of this, he wanted to be okay, he wanted it all to be over. Nicholas couldn’t hurt him anymore, but he was still scared of him, still so, so scared of him hurting somebody he loved. He didn’t want to be alone, he wanted Zander there, but it was hard to get ahold of him when he couldn’t even speak. He didn’t really want to bother him as it was, he had spent so much time with him in the first few weeks, Eli had been insisting he could finally sleep alone again. Well, apparently he couldn’t, it seemed.

He didn’t fall back asleep that night. He stayed curled up like that until the sun rose, and even then he didn’t want to move, too scared of doing something wrong, too scared that maybe the nightmare had been reality, and this was the real dream.

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Brax bros if y’all had one last thing to say to any of your parents what would it be

Wether it’s cursing them out or whatever no consequences

Eli seems to hesitate, before quietly saying, "I don't... I don't want to speak to my dad, ever... but I... I guess I would want to apologize to my mom, for not being there... I don't... I'm not sure she deserves that, but I think it would make me feel a lot better..."

"I would cuss my dad out." Everett says without hesitation. "That's something I wish I always did, just, cuss him out and... and demand to know why he wasn't there for Eli..." He says, looking disappointed. "I would've liked to say goodbye to my mom though... I know she wasn't a good person either, but, her and Eli were my family, I took care of them, or I tried to anyway, but... I guess I'd also like to tell her how hard it all was... raising Eli even before she got sick, taking care of everything myself, if she ever realized how hard I was working she... never acknowledged it..." He says quietly. "

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OKAY SO IN THE SPIRIT OF VAMPIRE WHUMP

We know Zander’s a werewolf. We know Nicholas and (I think) Cain are vampires. WHAT ABOUT EV, WREN, VANESSA, AND (if there’s a difference) PUPPY CAIN.

If you’ve already said this sorry for the spam—

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Okay so if we're going for a funky fresh monster AU you are correct that Zander is a werewolf and Nicholas and Cain are vampires. Vanessa is ALSO a vampire (i have Vampire Vanessa art somewhere on my blog), and puppy Cain would remain a vampire. As for Ev and Wren,,,, because they're brothers I'd like to think they'd be the same thing and I am honestly torn because. Sweet puppy werewolf wren,,,, but also,,,, little baby bat vampire wren with him lil fangs,,,, both are so good,,,,,

And both work for Ev too,,,, excitable but often aggressive wolfy Everett, or a hot mess of a seductive vampire,,,, it's hard to decide for the brax boys

[spookyboywhump]

Allen... Please... Please bring Ev back from the dead so he can get married. I love him. I'm 😔😭💔

I wish I could 😭

In the timeline where Ev survives, his death turns into a near-death experience that he survives. He realizes the risks he’s taking and he retires from fighting, getting a normal job in the meantime. Him and Jayden begin dating again shortly after he retires. They’re both at Elias’ graduation shouting and cheering when his name is called. Eli still takes the job with Azure just because it’s the best option for him. He’s close with both his brother and Jayden, who is a huge support to him when he begins to medically transition.

Everett and Jayden would only date for another year before Ev proposes to him. Their wedding is very small, at that point their mother would’ve passed so Eli would be the only family he has (even if she was alive, their mother would’ve disapproved of the marriage). Eli is still his best man. Jayden comes from a very small family, which is made up of more close friends than blood relatives. It’s one of the happiest days of their lives.

Their first child, their son comes along only about a year later. Eli thought that after raising him from such a young age, Ev wouldn’t want kids, but Everett is ecstatic to be a father. Two years later they have their daughter. Everett was very insistent that their kids don’t have a large age gap, he never, ever, wanted his son to be put in a position that he had to parent his baby sister. They absolutely adore their kids, and Eli loves them just as much, he’s their favorite uncle. He’s never been good with kids but he loves them to death, and he’s always ready to babysit whenever he has the time. He has a particularly close relationship with his niece as they’re both very similar to each other, and she idolizes her uncle Eli.

Everett is an artist, and Jayden gives music lessons. Both their children are loved and supported in their hobbies and interests, their fathers want to give them every chance in life they can get. Jayden loves to play music while Everett sings, and Ev cannot sing to save his life, but Jayden finds it endearing. They’re an incredibly happy family, and while Eli is still very close with Everett, he has a much easier time becoming independent, especially knowing his brother and his brother-in-law will always be there if he does need help. It’s one of the most ideal ways for the Brax boys’ lives to end up.

Brb. I need to go cry now.