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harryandhishook · 4 years ago

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Don’t touch what isn’t yours! - Chapter 13

Fandom: Dream Daddy

Pairing: Damien x Robert, past Joseph x Robert

Setting: Maple Bay

Warning: Hospitals, a lot of hospital talk

Summary: Damien has been dating Robert for a while and their life is becoming slowly more and more domestic but unfortunately, someone has been watching and doesn’t like it one bit.

Words: 2308

Requested: I remember seeing an old posts about some really dark prompts and I thought about the cult ending of Dream Daddy so I jumped at the chance … then got really carried away (Btw, I wanted to contribute to the cult ending stuff so don’t @ me for this, normally I wouldn’t write Joseph like this)

Side note: So I am trying to go back and get through all the old requests that I received for Descendants, however, I am still in my final semester so it may take some time, I'm also going to be changing my Tumblr theme a little, I'll still be the same name but I want to have different fandoms to write for and with both the name and the picture, I feel like I'm only down to one, I hope everyone understands and likes this chapter :)

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He had no idea how he did it but somehow, Lucien had managed to convince Robert and Hugo to have a few drinks over at his place so they didn’t have to worry about the two boys burning the house down and now, they were piss drunk, laughing on the sofa, Hugo’s waistcoat and bowtie were off as well as both the men’s shoes, it was strange but it gave both the boys something to watch instead of TV,

“And then I said, ‘see you in class, bitch’” he slurred out, laughing all the while Robert covered his face with his hand, tears streaming down his face as he tried to control his laughter, no one in the room understood why the story made them laugh so much but neither of the two teens had ever seen their elders laugh as much as they were now,

“Dad, it’s not that funny” Ernest stated with a teasing smirk, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the now very drunk teacher, turn to him with a pointed finger or at least, turned to him as best he could without almost falling off the sofa,

“Now, you listen here, that story is one of the funniest stories I have, I may not have many and I may only be, erm … what was I saying … I don’t remember but whatever it was, I know I’m right” he explained, finger wobbling everywhere as he tried to keep his story straight but failing miserably, it wasn’t until Robert finally fell off of his seat and onto the floor from laughing so hard that Lucien decided that was enough for them,

“Okay, no more drinks for you two for a while” he chastised, getting up from the chair opposite the men to grab the bottles of booze from the table in front of them as the adults whined in protest, well, Robert did his best to whine through his laughing fit but they seemed to only really come out as wheezes of air. Lucien rolled his eyes as he turned to go hide the alcohol, sending an amused smile over to Ernest who was still sat watching the two adults laughing like they had just been given weed and told the funniest joke on the planet. Just as the elder teen was about to leave the room, he paused, hearing the front door slightly creak open, something that only ever seemed to happen if the wind caught it, “Ernest, you shut the front door, right?” he asked as he peered over his shoulder to the other teen who looked up in thought before nodding,

“Yeah, pretty sure I did, might not have locked it though … why?” he asked, confused as to why the sudden interest in the homes door but only seemed to get a shrug in response as the boy brushed it off,

“Probably nothing, old house, probably just settling” he answered before finally leaving the room, unfortunately, he did not get very far as the sight that met him was not what he was ever expecting to see. As if the world moved in slow motion, the bottle of alcohol slipped from his fingers, smashing beside his foot on the ground, grabbing the attention of the other three in the room. As the others called his name in confusion, it fell on deaf ears as Lucien could only close in on one thing and one thing only, “D-Dad?” he whispered, his voice cracking as he stared at the man he thought was long gone from his life.

It seemed that everyone in the other room heard his whisper as they all raced out into the hallway, the two older men sobering up instantly as they finally witnessed exactly what the teen had seen and none of them were expecting the sight put before them.

Damien stood shakily in the hallway, bloody and beaten, almost skin and bone, his shirtless body revealed all the gruesome torture he had endured as he held a barely breathing, bleeding Mary in his arms. His legs visibly giving out with every movement as his glazed eyes weakly looked at each and every person in the room. As the gothic man held Mary tightly in his arms, the older men could see the injury to his arm, quickly jumping into action, Hugo rushed across the room, carefully taking the dying woman from the man, relieving some weight and pain from him before turning to Ernest and instructing him to call for an ambulance.

As the two rushed around, trying to get things done and save some lives, Lucien and Robert inched closer to Damien, each of them wearing the exact same expression of confusion, happiness and heartbreak but it was short lived as the moment Damien stepped forward to reach them, his body gave up, eyes rolling into the back of his head and gravity taking him down, luckily, the teen and the alcoholic man’s instincts kicked in as they raced forward, wrapping their arms around the weak goth to catch him before he hit the floor like a sack of bricks, neither of them speaking as they held onto the Victorian, doing everything they could to make sure the man lived just one more night.

Which led to the next several hours being the longest hours of anyone’s lives, two ambulances as well as the detectives of the case, came pretty quickly, pulling up not long after the call was made, definitely getting a few heads peeking out of their doors to watch as paramedics rushed into the Bloodmarch house before Lucien and Robert were both riding with them in the back of the vehicles, the young teen with his dad while the elder was with his close and only friend, speeding through the streets towards the hospital.

Neither one of them knew how long they had been there but the fact that Lucien was curled up, head rested in Ernest’s lap while he slept and Hugo forcing Robert to at least put something nutritional into his body definitely meant they hadn’t been there for a quick pop in to the coffee shop but after being told that both injured parties would be needing to go into some emergency surgeries, they all lost track of time, too scared to see the damage.

As the minutes turned to hours and a few talks with the detectives about what had happened once Damien had arrived home, the four men were becoming exceedingly anxious, they had not received any news about Mary or Damien yet. Ernest had somehow convinced his dad to let him go for a smoke, taking Robert with him since the man hadn’t touched a cigarette in probably an entire day while Lucien sat, legs pressed up against his chest on the row of chairs he was forced to stay in until he heard something about his family

“How you holding up?” Hugo asked, shuffling across the seats to sit a little closer to the teens beside him, one arm resting over the back of the chairs as he nervously shook his leg up and down. The teacher watched as Lucien slowly lifted his head from where he was hiding them in his knees to gaze over at him,

“I’m okay, I guess” he replied meekly, his pale fingers still gripping tightly to his pant legs as he sighed, turning his gaze back towards the ground before continuing, “I’m so happy that my dad’s back but … seeing him like that, seeing him so broken, it hurt, it scared me, it still does, what if I lose him? I never told him how much I do love him, I may tell him a lot, but I don’t say it without there being an argument before hand, you know? I can’t lose him Hugo … I can’t …” he explained, voice becoming more and more distressed as each word was spoken, shoulders softly shaking as a quiet sob left his body.

As if on fatherly instinct, Lucien felt Hugo’s muscular arms suddenly wrap around him, pulling him tightly into his body as if trying to protect the boy from the invisible demons hovering around them and this was the sight that greeted Ernest and Robert as they entered the waiting room, the young teen curled up across the man’s lap, gripping tightly onto his shirt as he took deep breaths while Hugo’s arms practically hid the boy from view, rocking him slightly and whispering positives to him, that’s how it was for a few more hours, all of them snuggled together, waiting, praying, hoping,

“Mister Bloodmarch? Mr. Small?” a name called out, the entire group jumped apart, turning around to see a young, blonde, smiling nurse holding a clipboard not too far from their chairs, and as if someone forced ten gallons of adrenaline in them, both men stood, hearts pounding in their chests like they were about burst from their ribcage and escape the confines of their bodies but they were quickly put at ease with the sweet sound of a soft giggle, “It’s alright, nothing to panic about, both Mary and Damien are fine, I understand that this wait must have been awful for you both but due to the severity of everything, we had to do a lot of assessments and examinations so that we knew they would be able to heal without any further surgeries” the nurse explained, moving a little closer so their conversation were slightly less public, “they are both asleep at the moment, we don’t know completely what their situation will be like tomorrow so we’re keeping them under constant observation and since they are siblings we have placed them both in the same room for easier access not just for the medical team but also for the detectives, I understand that there was a situation so we didn’t want to keep them too far apart” she continued to explain, looking over each piece of paper on her board, making sure there was nothing left unsaid for the moment in time, “That should be everything I need to tell you for now, normally, visiting hours would have been over hours ago but we understand that this was a bit of a critical situation so we are allowing you all to have some extra time to go see them and ask any questions that you want answered, which reminds me, does anyone have any questions? Or would you all much rather go see your family, I wouldn’t blame you if you did” she said with a gentle knowing smile, pressing the clipboard against her chest to wait for their answer, it didn’t take any words for them to move through the corridors and into a private ICU room, apparently, because of the case and how serious it had became, the detectives that had taken the case had gotten special relocation permission for a more private area as the investigation was technically still ongoing.

When they finally made it to the room, they were quickly instructed through procedures of keeping everything disinfected, shown the locations of the hand sanitizers and informed about how they would need to be careful around all the different machines that would be hanging around the two patients before they were finally allowed inside.

Inside the bright, ghastly white room, two beds laid opposite each other, one held a young pale woman wrapped up in blankets, attached to drips and an oxygen mask, her hair laid sprawled out underneath her as her chest slowly moved up and down, while the other bed held a thin, weak, barely breathing man, his wounds covered by thick bandages and it seemed everything on his body was hooked up to some sort of machine.

A gentle hand was placed softly on Lucien’s back, pushing him carefully towards Damien’s bed and as he turned to see who his assaulter was, he was surprised to see the blonde nurse smiling sweetly at him, coaxing him towards his father,

“Go on, go to him, he may be asleep, but I think your voice may just help him through the night” she suggested, moving him closer to Damien’s bed. Everyone knew that this would definitely be hard for the young teen, but it seemed that it would be something he needed after all this.

So with the final push, Lucien shuffled to the side of the hospital bed, looking over the man who laid there, unmoving and damaged, it scared him because it didn’t look like his dad anymore, it looked like an empty shell, an empty shell of a broken man. As the others gave him privacy, moving to stand around Mary, the young teen reached out and hesitantly took his father’s hand into his,

“Hey dad … I missed you …” he whispered, lacing his fingers carefully with Damien’s so he can easily squeeze it if he needed to, “we all missed you but me the most … I was so scared that you …” Lucien paused, his voice shaking as he tried his hardest not to break, “you know, I love you, right? I love you so, so much, I may not say it enough but I do, you’re the best dad in the world” he explained, hoping that some part of his dad’s unconscious state could still hear him as he let his mind float off into a world of his own, his thumb gently caressing his father’s thin, bony hand, however, his attention was brought back quickly when he felt the soft twitching of the others hand squeeze his own, making him smile as he realized, he really could hear him, just for a moment, he can hear him and of course, like always, the moment had to be ruined by Ernest’s voice,

“Wait, did that nurse say siblings?”

#Dream Daddy #DDADDS #Damien Bloodmarch #Robert Small #Damien x Robert #SmallMarch #Lovers #mary christiansen #Dark #Hospital #Sadness #Depression #Cult Ending

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boyish-writes · 5 years ago

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Is He Following? (Part 2)

Let’s get into that good nitty gritty good shit

Welcome back to hell, gendered and genderless beings.

Part 2 of 4

The air was heavy as Robert looked to the phone a few feet from him.

Damien...he couldn’t lose Damien but, god, if he was going to die he didn’t want Damien to be hurt.

Joseph wasn’t in the room. He’d left him there with a phone and unlocked his chains. Robert didn’t have the energy to stand anymore, legs, arms, and most of the rest of him was black and blue.

“Fuck” Robert sighed a bit, reaching a hand to his face as his eyes filled with tears.

He knew he couldn’t call the police, he’d be the one in trouble then. He’d done some...favors for Joseph. He’d end up right in prison for life with that.

He fucked up his whole life like this. He’d never get to see Damien’s amazing smile again or the way his eyes widened when the other found something interesting. Robert pushed the tears off his cheeks, a loud growl leaving him.

This was his fault for ever getting caught up in Joseph’s traps, he should have left he and Joseph where they stood.

Ex lovers with no ties but that of a few friendly barbecues and glances from across the yard when cutting grass.

No, Robert had to know what the mischievous look in Jospehs eyes really meant. He had to follow and know what his plans were. He had to get himself into a mess. Everything drove by a man who didn’t know where his sanity stopped and the alcoholism began.

Then Robert changed, Damien changed him. He didn’t want to deal in those mischievous eyes and the gallons of blood on his hands.

He wanted to have a family again.

“God dammit!” Roberts hoarse voice rang through the concrete of the basement, the only thing following it being a sob. He’d tried so hard to redeem himself. All of it had been for Damien, for Lucien, for Val.

It had all been worthless work. Garbage thrown out the back window of the Hearse he’d jumped into the moment he decided to tangle himself with Joseph longer than he originally intended to.

Roberts fingers hovered over the numbers he’d memorized. He never admitted to anyone he actually cared that much. He didn’t want to leave all of these words unspoken. He didn’t want to leave this world knowing Damien thought he hated him...

He pressed the call button, eyes filled with tears as the dial tone raised the lump in his throat. Every beep made his chest feel tight, not knowing what he’d do if Damien answered. It must be too late...Damien is usually asleep by now, His face buried in one of his many books.

“You have reached Bloodmarch Residence. If it is urgent then please contact my cell phone. If not, please leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you right away!”

Robert couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips at the sound of his Victorian daydream. Even the way his voicemail was...It was so pure to him. Damien was some force Robert knew he should have never touched.

He was brought back to the real world with a beep, a tone that washed his smile away as quickly as it came. He knew it was time.

“Hi, um...Damien?” Robert scolded himself for sounding so quiet and hurt, so not himself.

“I’m just calling to say...” His heart panged like he’d been kicked in the chest.

“To say I think we should cut things off...” Robert was silent, knowing Damien wouldn’t trust his words.

“You’ve helped me work out what I needed to and now I’m skipping town like I usually do just to fall back into my old bullshit...You don’t need me hanging over your head... Tell the kid I love h-him” Roberts voice broke and he held the phone a little further from his face so it wouldn’t be as obvious that he was trying to pull himself together.

“Don’t go looking for me...I love you, Honey...” Robert hung up and a primal scream escaped his throat before he threw the phone across the room, watching its screen shatter into a million pieces against the concrete. He couldn’t help that stupid emotional part of himself from thinking that maybe the phone was some kind of metaphor for himself.

“What a show!” Josephs voice filled the void that was the concrete cell he was trapped in.

“Now lets see what we can do with you...”

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