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Enjoy the silence | Travis Hackett | Chapter I

The sheriff of North kill

Summary: The summer finally arrives and Hackett's quarry opens it doors again. This year, with a new counselor. A pretty pretty particular one. Of course, as everything related to North kill, Travis Hackett ends up involved.

TW: Teen pregnancy, age gap relationship, eventual smut, topics such as immigration mentioned.

Things to know before reading: foreign OC, changes to the original plot.

Author's note: I needed so bad to write about this man. Please keep in mind English is not my first language, so, if you see any kind of grammar mistake, feel free to tell me about it. I hope you enjoy it.

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—Oh, my little girl...

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"So... we have a little shy one here, don't we?"

Chris Hackett's words made Camila smile. She moved her head slightly, looking at the little boy who was hiding behind her leg. A gentle hand rested on the child's head, caressing it tenderly.

"Carlos, this is Chris," the girl said, pointing to the man in front of her. "Come on, mi amor, say hi."

Carlitos, as his mother lovingly called him, peeked out one of his small eyes. Compared to him, Chris looked much bigger. He didn't like it when big men approached him and his mother, although he also had some parts of his hair painted white, which reminded him somehow of his grandfather. He waved his little hand in greeting.

"There he is!" Chris exclaimed happily.

Genuine happiness flashed across his eyes. Carlitos' shyness reminded him of his eldest daughter when she was just a little girl. Past times, better times.

Dylan, the boy next to Chris, scratched his neck uncomfortably. He knew how to deal with the children at the camp, but this one here was much smaller.

"So..." He squatted down, wanting to be at the same height as the kid "How old are you?" He asked, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

Carlos opened the palm of his hand, displaying the number 5. The only three people who heard the child speak were Camila and her grandparents. No one really understood why, but with the others he limited himself to mere physical expressions and whatever his big brown eyes could convey. This being a relief, since he was a very expressive little boy.

"Quite a big boy!" Said Abigail, who, along with the other two girls, seemed delighted by the presence of that boy.

She could already see the image of Carlos showing his hand captured in her drawing notebook.

Babies always caused a sensation among women, Camila knew it. Her's was no longer exactly a baby, but he was quite a cutie. She understood it. If she could, she would also spend the day squeezing those cheeks.

Again, shame flooded Carlos, hiding his face in his mother's leg.

Camila sighed.

"He's a little shy, but I assure you he's very kind. Right, Carlitos?" She asked, continuing with the action of stroking his head.

He nodded. He always got nervous when he had to be around so many people. Especially if they were big people. Lots of eyes on him, lots of attention.

"We are very happy that you have arrived, the other counselor who was supposed to work with you in the nursery has not arrived yet and from the looks of it, she will not." Chris spoke, finally bringing the important topic to the table; the job.

Camila clicked her tongue.

"Looks like it'll just be you and me in the infirmary, baby." She commented to his son.

Carlitos, with his face protected by his mother's leg, smiled. He liked being her assistant.

Ryan, the only one who hadn't said a single word in all this time, finally entered to the conversation.

"Actually, another counselor is also missing..." He sounded almost sorry. Kept looking at Carlos.

He was part of that group that didn't really know how to deal with the 5-year-old boy. Preteens were simple. He told them his horror stories and let them stay outside at night for 15 more minutes and they already loved him. In this case, he had a little boy just as reserved as him, who also didn't even know how to read or write. Or he did? At what age did children learn to write?

Chris looked at him, as if reproaching the comment. Camila didn't pay attention.

"It's good that there are two of us here." Was her response, making most of those present laugh.

Half joke, half reality. She would be lying if she said this was the first time her son accompanied her to work. Being a young single mother robbed her of many privileges, and the truth is that Carlitos was already more than used to following her everywhere, no matter what job it was.

When the laughter stopped, Chris returned to his usual role.

"Well, guys, no more wasting time. Show Camila and Carlos the cabins and the place in general. Our campers arrive tomorrow and everything must be ready." He ordered, encouraging the young people around him.

Camila, somewhat different from the rest, was very excited to start the work. Unlike the others, this was her first time as a counselor. Everyone already knew the place, except her and her faithful companion. She knew so few places in the country where she lived that this felt like a real adventure.

She took the bags with her. Watching Chris disappear through the door of the large house, she stopped to take a look to her surroundings. Carlitos mentioned when they were on the road that those trees were the biggest he had ever seen, and if she thought about it, believed the same. It was barely 7 in the morning and the sun was already beginning to shine brightly, forcing her to leave her pair of sunglasses on. Being the city girl that she was, she found it annoying how much people from areas like this exaggerated the subject of views and landscapes, but now that she walked among them herself, she admitted that even the colors felt more vivid and beautiful. How happy it made her that her son was going to spend one of his first summers in a place like that.

Lost in the landscape, a male voice brought her back to the moment.

"It's a long walk to the cabins, little friend..." Jacob, the "big guy" of the group, began to speak, addressing Carlos. "Do you want to ride on my shoulders?"

Suddenly, Carlos's shy face lit up. He let go of his mother's hand and ran to Jacob, just as he did with his grandfather, who, when taking him to preschool, also made him sit on his shoulders. Jacob smiled like a child, picking up the little boy as soon as he arrived and placing him on his shoulders.

"It's the best view, right?" He asked, holding the kid's legs firmly.

Camila, partly relieved at how comfortable her son seemed with him and partly anxious about the number of accidents her mind was imagining from such a sudden action, was not too sure about allowing her son to make the walk on Jacob's shoulders, the guy who seemed taken from the American series she watched when she was a teenager.

Jacob, noticing Camila's nervous gaze on him, spoke.

"Don't worry! I have carried much heavier things."

Things, not children. Specifically, not her child.

The blonde who had introduced herself as Emma a few minutes ago suddenly appeared near Camila.

"Don't worry about him, he's harmless," She said in a low, almost confident voice. "Your child will have another child to play with."

Oh, Camila knew it.

"That's precisely what worries me," she admitted, laughing.

The guys around her seemed nice. They all looked equally young, equally inexperienced. She probably looked like that in their eyes too, with the only difference being carrying a little guy at her side and the experience that this brought.

Carlos was always surrounded by teenagers. From his birth, when 17-year-old Camila cradled him in her arms, until today. Her mother's friends were the first babysitters in his life, the exception being when an university teacher would swing his baby carriage when she found Camila asleep in some corner of the classroom. In general, both his mother and his friends grew up with him. All this, being Camila's biggest concern regarding the summer that was coming. She was going to deal with people her own age, but unlike her, they did not yet have the responsibility of a child. Maybe she thought too much, according to Chris this was everyone's second year as monitors, they would already know how to handle the children. She didn't want to be prejudiced, she really didn't, but when it came to caring for her son...

"Calm down, mama bear." Emma whispered, almost reading Camila's thoughts.

She couldn't do anything but smile. It would definitely be a fun summer for her and Carlitos. The best, for sure. She had a feeling that this month and a half would feel like a class on how to stop being an overprotective mom. At least the first step had already been taken.

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"New counselors?"

Chris Hackett looked away from the papers in his hand, watching his older brother in the doorway. Travis had this ability to appear suddenly, without even a single noise to warn of his presence. The years had gotten him used to it, but from time to time it gave him a little scare.

"Mhmm." Was his response, continuing with the long paperwork that would surely have him sitting there all day.

Could someone tell parents that information documents about their children didn't need to have things like "favorite food"?

Travis walked into the office. Chris couldn't see it, but he was tense. He didn't know how to shake off that discomfort that invaded him every time he had to talk to his brother about that topic, especially when the bad news was included.

A strange throat clearing came from the older one. Chris looked at him again.

This time the youngest Hackett did notice the image of his brother.

"Tell me no one is dead, please." He asked. His voice sounded pleading, matching the tiredness that his gaze conveyed.

Travis looked away. He hated being the bearer of bad news. He knew that from the moment the moon set and the sun gave way to a new day in Northkill, he must have talked to his brother about certain events of the previous night, he knew it. However, he couldn't.

"The counselors you told me about..." He started, but his brother didn't let him continue.

"Bitten? Dead?" He asked, straight to the point.

"Dead. It seems that Silas was on the road last night." He reported, as if it were another of his police reports. It was simpler that way.

If it didn't feel so personal, it didn't matter, right?

Liar. Damn old liar.

Chris sighed, letting his head fall.

Travis, now even more uncomfortable, walked towards one of the windows. Seeing the beauty of the camp where many years ago (too many, if he thought about it) he was so happy, always helped him feel better. However, it was something else that caught his attention. His face wrinkled, looking confused.

"I thought the children were arriving tomorrow..." He mentioned, watching the group of counselors walk.

He doubted his eyesight was failing him. He was more than sure that the one on the boy's shoulders was a kid, and one much smaller than the ones his brother received each year for camp.

Ugh, the camp. Cruel reminder that his job would become more difficult for a month and a half. He didn't like children and their ability to get into trouble.

Chris looked at his brother.

"Yes, they'll arrive tomorrow," he stated, getting up and walking towards the window with Travis. "He is the son of one of my counselors. The one who goes there."

Travis, taking his eyes off the boy and the child, followed his brother's finger until he found the aforementioned. He couldn't help but be surprised. Was he already that old? Or did that girl look exaggeratedly young?

Chris saw the surprise in his brother.

"I know." It was his only comment.

He also had the same expression as Travis when he first met Camila. Everyone, really. The other counselors, although a little less, were also surprised when that small human being appeared holding the girl's hand.

"She doesn't look older than Kaylee." Travis said, still looking at the young woman.

"She is, but only for two years. She is twenty-two." Chris answered.

As soon as his brother mentioned the girl's age, Travis stopped looking at her.

Don't you think you're too old to be seeing twenty-two-year-old girls?

The amount of questions Travis had in his head regarding her vanished. The less he knew, the better. He turned around, walking a couple of steps and leaving the window.

Great, as if it wasn't difficult to take care of teenagers and pre-teens, now he had to take care of that. Little children were a big no for him. Very curious, very easy to lose sight of. He remembered his nephew Caleb in his first years of life and all the scares he gave Chris and Amelia when he decided to play at being an adventurer in the forest.

"Don't you think it's a little dangerous to have such a young child in Hackett's Quarry?" he asked, back to his usual bitter sheriff appearance.

Chris, still at the window, didn't seem worried.

"You think too much."

His brother's favorite phrase. Travis hated it. It wasn't that he thought too much, it was that he was the only one in his family who thought. Of course, he fixed everything.

Sure, if the kid saw something he shouldn't have, if he got lost where he shouldn't get lost or something happened to him that wasn't supposed to happen to him; It would be his fault. Because, how could Sheriff Hackett let that happen?

The eldest Hackett hastened his departure. He wasn't going to talk to Chris, there was no point. They never listened to him, this wouldn't be the first time. He prayed that this girl would know how to take care of her little... creature.

Creature? Oh, Travis, what's wrong with you?

"Just... Keep the boy away from the forest, okay? Last year it was a pain in the ass to have to look for your lost camper."

And with that, he left. He had bigger problems waiting for him at his police station. Problems that perhaps he should have share with Chris, but he would prefer, of course, to be the one to bear the responsibility.

He did not expect that when he left the house, a meeting with that girl who he had looked so much from the window would be waiting for him.

Camila's big eyes met the tall, strange figure of a police officer. A policeman? It took her mind several seconds to assimilate that yes, she had a police officer in front of her. One too high. Too serious.

Camila, even though she had already passed that moment in her life where she should have had reasons to fear encountering a police officer, still felt a certain unease in their presence. There were no reasons, not anymore, but bad habits were difficult to erase. She didn't know if her face reflected it, but coming across one so abruptly (especially one so visually intimidating) left her in shock for a moment.

Long seconds of silence passed between the two. Travis, without transmitting any emotion in the sight of Camila. And she, of course, looking like a confused mouse in his eyes. He didn't find that reaction new, in fact, it was the most common.

Young and foolish, the older man imagined. How much shine in those scared eyes. Big and shiny.

Camila, seeking to somehow cut the awkwardness of the situation, decided to speak first. It was hard to get the words out of her mouth.

"Um..." She cut herself off, clearing her throat "Hello."

Travis didn't recognize the accent. He knew it wasn't even remotely close to Northkill, but he didn't find it similar to any he'd heard before. It was strong, too strong for such a high voice.

Camila waited for a word from the man, but her wait was in vain. More seconds full of silence and discomfort. Was it her idea or was he terrifying?

"I... I have to..." She didn't know what to say or how to make the moment less strange "Pass? Chris?"

Finally, the policeman in front of her showed signs of life. A raised eyebrow and an obvious what? captured on the man's face made Camila understand that he understood absolutely nothing of what she said. English in itself was difficult for her, in situations like this the concept of fluency was not exactly her strong point.

"I mean, I need to talk to Chris. The owner of the camp?" She said this time, still faltering over the words, but a little more coherent.

Even more doubt. No, that way of pronouncing the words... He didn't find it similar to anything.

Camila didn't know if a divine deity felt pity for her, or if Chris simply heard the strange interaction, but the owner of the camp appeared behind the police officer.

"Chris!" Camila exclaimed, relieved.

Chris looked at her and then at his brother. It was like going back years to when he would ask a girl out and by bad luck she would end up bumping into his brother. Travis Hackett was no expert when it came to human interactions. Worse if it was a woman, especially a pretty one.

A sight was heard from the youngest Hackett.

"Camila, this is my brother, Travis," he presented, placing a hand on the aforementioned's shoulder. "He is the sheriff of North kill."

Camila nodded slowly. They didn't look like brothers, and if they really were, they looked like a version of a good twin and a bad twin.

"Nice to meet you, Sheriff Hackett." She managed to say, extending her hand.

Travis contemplated not receiving the greeting, but something in the back of his brain screamed at him to move his hand. And so he did.

He couldn't remember the last time his cold skin had contact with such a warm place. The paleness of his hand was overshadowed by the girl's brown fingers. He couldn't help to notice how that caramel color shone with the reflection of the sun.

How could he not look at her? She literally glowed.

Speak, idiot.

"Likewise, miss... " He left the sentence in the air. He really didn't want to know anything about her, he knew he shouldn't, but curiosity got the better of him.

"Ramirez." Camila hurried to say. Suddenly didn't find the moment so terrible.

Travis understood in that moment. That's why he didn't recognize the accent. What a way to attract attention, it seemed like everything about that girl was trying to stand out. And she did it.

"Miss Ramirez." He pronounced, as best he could, the last name.

Camila couldn't help that giggle. Travis understood why, and even though he would have loved to smile back, like a normal human being, he did nothing but ignore her.

Travis broke contact with the girl. It was distracting him too much, and more important things than an attractive young woman were waiting for him at the police station.

"Have a good day."

Short, dry. As it should be.

Chris looked at Camila, almost telepathically apologizing.

Travis quickened the pace to his patrol car.

And as suddenly as he appeared, he left.

[truecobblepot]

the quarry self insert au of an au

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[nikageeee]

Psst here’s some art of Travis and Marjorie that no one but me asked for…

scribble of them circa 2000 when Kaylee was almost one

[scrapnick]

“Are you checking me out, sheriff?”

“More checking so you don’t accidentally shoot me?”

Waist up full colour commission for @auryborealis of their oc Evan and sheriff Travis 🥰

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A sketch commission for @the-girl-of-rain-and-shadows of their precious OC and Travis Hackett!

This was so fun to work on! Thanks for the comm!

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[lunaticus-platina]

It is merry chrysler. I mean crisis. I mean Santa day. The day that makes ya stressed because capitalistic marketing says you gotta buy stuff to give and people start doing charities that they forgot to do for the whole year. Also it makes ya sentimental. Why not write something about Christmas then hahaha.

Travis Hackett x oc where they share Christmas headache and some melancholy that follows it.

Christmas with BK is a chaos. To put it mildy.

Travis being a man he is, he chooses to try and be somewhat present at his own Family's dreadful Christmas. Not that he had that much chance to stray far from North Kill in the first place, but no excuse is enough to bail out of family holidays. Even when there is no longer his mother there to enforce it.

About two weeks prior, however, BK mentions the family dinner he had to attend on 18th, and says his family rarely celebrates any holidays together, so they all decided to have the annual family gathering a little closer to Christmas this time.

Brief shock on Travis' face from the invitation must've been poorly masked, because BK's rare, sheepish side is suddenly searching for words to explain that usually they all bring friends or co-workers to make the party merrier.

"Forget I said anything." He says, now feeling stupid to bring it up at all. "Things are gonna get hectic anyway, always do. No need to-"

But here's the thing. Travis has never been invited to Christmas parties before. His Family's doesn't count, and him having been a hardass cop most of his life didn't help either. Seeing the former hunter this nervous is refreshing too, so he says, "No, no. I'll....think about it."

That was his first mistake.

There's smoke pouring out of the kitchen. For some godforsaken reason the smoke detector is not going haywire, and a man in the corner tossing darts won't stop looking at him intently whenever their eyes meet.

BK's youngest brother has 3 kids, expecting one more. "Where's our preeeesentssssss" "Uncle Renny, who's that?" "Yeah! Is he your boyfriend???" All three erupt into giggle feat. The room's too warm for Travis and BK's busy explaining that T is his friend.

The kids ooh and next thing he knows, they are all running around screaming, 'We have a new uncle'. The smoke is still coming out of kitchen, only this time there is added exclamation from BK. "How the fuck did you burn water???" Some people at the table are discussing about different versions of death gamble around the world, a guy catching a falling kid from the Christmas tree, a red haired woman sneaking a jar of candy canes out of the room and accidentally dropping it, etc.

Headache only grows. Until it stops.

Once a woman with salt n pepper hair and steely eyes enters the room, everyone falls silent. Only when the kids zoom towards her shouting, "Nana!" does he understand that this is BK's mother. He marvels at the way she takes control of the situation, assigning everyone to their roles and places like a commanding officer. Despite his concern, the handshake and knowing look from her are approving enough. And that is all of their exchange. Although the kids keep asking her if 'uncle trav is joining them', which makes his ears burn.

BK's in the kitchen stirring pans here and there, seasoning and cutting like he's worked there all his life. Travis helps where he can. Dinner's twice more pleasant with everyone seated and not causing a ruckus. When T heads out the door, it's with full stomach, full hands, and full heart, though his head is light with alcohol and contentment. He'll later grimace at the ugly Christmas sweater in the unwrapped box, but the card still makes him smile.

Christmas arrives. It could be worse, to put it simply.

Kaylee decided to spend her first curse-free Christmas at the party with her friends. College life is doing good for the kid, Travis thinks. He doesn't know if the relief he feels from his mother's absence makes him a piece of shit. Then again, he's always been a failure to her. Jed doesn't comment on BK being there. In fact, he doesn't acknowledge his presence at all. Small mercy, he guesses. Last thing Travis wants is violence on a goddamn Christmas.

Bobby helped with the decorations around the house, laughing like a child on, well, on Christmas morning. Chris and Caleb set the table, Travis is cooking, until they all hear shouting from another room.

Jed standing with heaving chest. BK wiping his busted lip. There's blood on the old man's knuckles. "You ain't get to walk around this house like you own it boy! I'll make sure you go to hell for what ya did!"

BK looks slightly inconvenienced, licking at his newly acquired wound. "First of all, I was invited. Second. She got herself killed by not listening to me. Ain't my fault she dug her grave and jumped right in."

"You sonova-" Chris drags his father out of the room before the second blow connects. Caleb gives him a long look and quietly leaves. Travis grits his teeth. But the anger that bubbles to surface pops and simmers down when BK quietly mutters his apology. It's not like they all didn't do unforgivable things in the name of survival.

She couldn't be saved. He still doubts if his family even deserved to be saved, but that thought is for another drunken night.

Dinner's short and tense. Jed leaves first. When Caleb gets up to leave, BK hands him a small box wrapped in green ribbon. When Travis sees Caleb smile, he lets go of a piece of burden that suffocated him for the whole evening.

BK and the Hackett brothers head to a bar. To enjoy the holiday for once, it's a nice change. There's laughter. Chris wistfully mentions how his little girl is all grown up and away from the nest. Wishes his wife was there to celebrate with. Travis remembers the night his brother wailed like never before, repeating over and over again 'How am I supposed to do this without you?' That's why he needed to be here. With family. They needed him. Even before the curse. Even before he got his job. He looks at the glass and ponders. Some more talk happens. Chris and Bobby head home.

Two remaining men head to T's place, the half empty whiskey bottle stands between the two. It's late. It's snowing. TV volume is at the lowest, some cheesy Christmas Rom-com playing.

Travis' pondering(sulking) is interrupted when a small grey box enters his view. BK answers his confusion with 'merry Christmas'.

"But you already gave me a present."

"That was obviously a joke. Your reaction was worth it though. Why didn't you wear it by the way? Don't like sweaters?"

Travis deadpans. "In that case, I have something to give you as well." He says instead.

BK is smug, clearly already imagining Travis in that monstrosity. "Aw, you didn't have to." He gratefully takes the present.

In the carefully wrapped brown box is a...an earbud?

No. It's a hearing aid.

BK stares at it for a moment. Travis rambles on nervously. "You said the one you have is broken. Kaylee helped me look up things but there wasn't much to choose, some were too big, some were just plain garbages, then I thought maybe it could be something you need. Kaylee said it could work like those airpods she has, and you are always listening to that radio, so I thought-"

"Wait, wait." BK shakes out of whatever thought he was in. "Are you saying this has bluetooth?"

"Yes."

There's that stare again. This time aimed straight at Travis. It's making his palms sweat.

"Travis. How much did you spend on this."

"Not too much."

BK looks at the box again. "Fucking Christ." He looks at Travis. "It's rechargeable. Got the case and all. Pretty sure I know this brand. How much did you spend on this Travis." He sounds incredulous.

"Look it doesn't matter okay? It's for your ear, what use is it if it's crap?"

"It's not like I'm completely deaf. Didn't have to bother getting a good one when I can survive without it. But..." BK purses his lips, lowering his gaze. There's gentle sadness in his eyes. A strange sight. When he speaks again, it's barely above a whisper. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you. Not often I get any gifts, let alone something this thoughtful."

All Travis can do is mumbling 'you're welcome' and start unwrapping his gift. It's a tiny, long and silvery whistle. On the sides there are intricate patterns adorning them. It's attached to a chain, and the whistle itself is beautiful enough to make it look like a jewelry. He arches a brow.

"Go on. Blow it." BK says. And Travis does just that, but the whistle is silent.

Travis isn't sure if this is another joke. "You gave me a...dog whistle?"

BK bursts into laughter. "Not exactly. It's a magic whistle."

"Magic." Travis repeats, unimpressed.

"Yes. And as you've seen before, it's very real. You see, that whistle's enchanted, so when you blow no one can hear it...... But I can."

BK smirks. "I'll tell you how it works later. But for now, all you need to know is I can hear that sound even from the other side of the earth. You blow it, I come and help you out when yer in a pickle. Consider it a thank you for saving my life."

Travis smooths his thumb over the patterns, thinking of the night when it all ended. "You helped me first."

"It's my job." BK shrugs. He knows what the man is thinking. At least the main bits. His ma, his life, his family, etc. Maybe the earlier shit with his dad.

"I saw you wincing."

There it is. BK only looks.

"Earlier. When we were drinking."

"It's just a small tear. It'll heal."

"I'm sorry that he did that."

"Not your fault."

Two are silent.

This time it's BK that mutters out. "I'm sorry about your mother."

Travis grunts.

They empty the whole bottle. BK tries to sneak out but Travis is not having it. He also wouldn't have let BK take the couch if he wasn't already collapsed on it like a log. So instead he heads to bed. When he turns he hears BK say 'Merry Christmas Travis', muffled against the couch. 'Merry Christmas Brennen', he replies, and there's warmth to it.

Travis crumbles on the inviting bed. It's warm, the whiskey boils in him. His chest is warm too, not hollow and chilled like many other nights. All in all, this Christmas wasn't too bad, he thinks, looking at the glittering whistle on the nightstand.

[summersnow82]

Somethin’ Bad - Part 20

Fanfiction_The Quarry

Fictober 2024_Prompt 19: “This is getting ridiculous.”

Summary: Annabelle and Travis come to an agreement of sorts.

Author’s note: Guys. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this piece out. I have not abandoned this fic, but life can be ruthlessly demanding sometimes. I love y’all. I appreciate y’all. Thanks for sticking with me. We’re nearing the end.

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Part 20

Travis blinked. He’d pictured this evening going many ways, but this… this was not it.

Annabelle tightened her grip on his suit lapels. “Where is Sean?” She repeated.

Under normal circumstances Travis would’ve told her to shut up or untangled himself from her hold with little effort, but tonight… tonight his mind was drawing a blank on what to do or how to reply. Tonight she looked stunning with red lips, long black lashes, and curls that framed her face in a flattering retro style. Her figure was emphasized in a classic skirt and blouse, and the heels made her legs look even more delectable. She was polished, perfumed, and before he realized it his arms were snaking around her back like an old lover. The surprise was evident as her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest; enough time for him to lean in and close the distance.

… and be greeted with a palm to his face.

“Oh, you must be kidding me,” she grumbled, shrugging out of his hold, whirling on her heel, and marching back to the grand house. Before she entered she turned to face him adding, “Don’t worry. I’ll find him. It’s what we do.”

Travis felt his face burn with embarrassment as he watched her go, and he adjusted his suit for a moment, hoping the blush would die down. He did notice, however, with a small quirk of his lips that she had left the door open this time.

………..

“Well, isn’t this nice?” Darlene asked, finally sitting down at the dining room table. She’d been running back and forth to the kitchen, insisting Annabelle sit still across from the smirking sheriff. Frank wasn’t helping, either. He seemed perfectly content to let the two of them sit in an awkward silence without any assistance on his part. Instead, he sat at the head of the table watching the two of them with an ever growing grin on his face. “Frank, would you like to bless the food,” Darlene asked, casting a knowing smile at her husband.

“Of course, darling.” Frank bowed his head, and said, “Heavenly Father, we thank you for the food we are about to eat, the hands that prepared it, and the company we are about to enjoy. We ask You to nourish our bodies to Your Holy Service, to bless this time together, and to help us put aside our stubborn pride and see the gifts before us. In Your Name, Father, amen.” He looked up to see Darlene ducking her head to hide a smile while both Travis and Annabelle both seemed just a touch more humble.

“Thank you for inviting me over, Frank,” Travis said, breaking the silence. “Darlene, everything looks wonderful.” His dark eyes flicked up to look at Annabelle. “Absolutely everything.” Annabelle’s mouth opened just a touch, her surprise evident at the compliment.

“Isn’t she just the picture?” Darlene asked, smiling over at the younger woman. “You’ve indulged me so much, Alice. I never had a daughter, and I always wondered what it would’ve been like.” She reached over, taking Annabelle’s hand in her own, and offering an affectionate squeeze. “Thank you for that.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” Annabelle said, staring down at her empty plate. “I’m not used to such kindness.” She glanced up for a moment, and caught Travis’ eye. “But gracious hosts seem abundant in North Kill.” It wasn’t an apology or forgiveness, but it was a step in the right direction, and it made Frank smile.

After dinner Annabelle offered to clear the table, and with some silent encouragement from Frank Travis was soon on his feet, helping her carry Darlene’s fine china to the kitchen. The two washed and dried the dishes in silence, and they were finishing up when Darlene popped her head in, stating she and Frank were going to go for a bit of a walk and give the “lovebirds” time to talk more openly.

Annabelle’s protests fell on deaf ears as the door swung shut behind the older woman, and Travis shrugged. “At least I don’t have to call you Alice for a bit.”

Annabelle shot him a glare before returning to her work. “You almost slipped up at dinner. At least twice,” she stated.

“Frank knows,” Travis replied.

She almost dropped the dish she was holding. “He… what? He knows what?”

Travis kept drying the plate in his hands. His mother had been strict about dish duty; he’d put a damp dish away once, and she’d made sure he would never make the same mistake again. “He knows your real name is Annabelle. Knows who Sean is. Knows something’s been going on since the fire, but not all the details.” He polished the dish again, more out of habit than necessity. “Don’t worry. He won’t tell.” He was so focused on the dish he almost dropped it when Annabelle’s hands closed around his own.

“It’s dry, Travis.” She spoke softly, and her concern was evident, but Travis didn’t want her concern right now. He wanted to know if she was still going to help him come the next full moon, and he asked her as much. “I said I would, and I meant it,” she told him, her hands still holding onto his. “How did Frank find all this out?” She took the dish from him as she spoke, deftly taking the dish towel, too, and began to dry the remaining dishes. He recounted the events of the previous night, and though he was tempted to exclude it, he shared the reason why Sean had to be moved so abruptly. She leaned back against the counter, shaking her head in disbelief. “Wow. Travis, your family. I mean - .”

“Don’t.” The word was hard and cold, and his eyes told Annabelle he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. “My family is my family. It is what it is.”

Annabelle shook her head, and turned back to the dishes. “This is getting ridiculous,” she murmured. “I mean, how are we supposed to help your family when they keep trying to kill us? We went from sleeping in a jail cell to being put into hiding, and for what?” Her voice rose as she allowed all her pent-up frustration to tumble off her tongue. She squared her jaw, shook her head, and turned, saying, “Maybe we should just leave…,” and the words died in her throat. Travis was slumped in a kitchen chair, elbows on his knees, his long, thin fingers raked through his dark hair.

“Travis,” she said softly, crouching down in front of him with a gentle hand on his knee. “Travis, I’m sorry. Really. I didn’t…,” she struggled to find the words. “I want to help you, I do. I’m just…,” she trailed off, shaking her head.

“My family… we didn’t mean to hurt anybody,” he said quietly.

Annabelle nodded. She knew underneath the gruff exterior, cold glares, and grunts Travis was a good man. She wanted to believe the rest of his family was, too, but her experience with his parents made it difficult, and knowing what she did about Evelyn, and his past didn’t help. “But people have been hurt, Travis,” she said quietly.

“Don’t you think I know that!” He shouted, throwing his hands in the air as he jerked away from her. His chair scraped the floor at the motion, and she recoiled at the burst of movement, falling back against the cold tile floor. Travis froze, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and horror. “Oh. Oh, no. Belle, I - ,” he stammered, and he looked so lost Annabelle couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He raked trembling hands through his hair and over his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen,” he cried before quietly adding, “We’re just… trying to survive.”

“I know a little bit about that,” Annabelle said softly.

He couldn’t help but chuckle – a dark, rueful chuckle, but still. “Yeah. I guess you do.” He met her eyes, and then looked away quickly. “I’m no good at this, Belle.”

“People or werewolves?” She asked.

He shrugged. “Both.” He took a cautious step in her direction, hesitated, then extended a hand to help her up.

“I will help you,” she said once he’d pulled her to her feet, “but I can’t do that constantly looking over my shoulder, and Sean has to be somewhere safe once the full moon comes.” Travis nodded. “So,” she began carefully, “we need a plan.”

“You got one?”

She grinned. “I was hoping you had one, Sheriff.”

Travis arched a brow, and had the gall to look down his nose at her before saying, “Ma’am, I need more than a glass of red wine with dinner for that.”

Her smile broadened; there was her grumpy Sheriff. And then an idea struck her, and she could tell by the tilt in his head he saw the gears in her head begin to turn. “Do you have a bar in North Kill?” She asked.

If it was possible, Travis looked at her even further down his nose. “Yes,” he answered slowly. “Right along with electricity and running water.”

“Do they, by any chance, have a karaoke night?”

Travis’ lip curled. “Unfortunately. Why?”

Annabelle’s smile was so wide she could barely contain herself. “Why Sheriff, I do believe I have a plan.” She closed her eyes, hummed a tune, and then sang, “Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clappin’. Got a real good feelin’ somethin’ bad’s about to happen.”

[travishackettboygirlfriend]

This blog is as dead as my hyperfixation but I think it's worth to post these doodles because I think they're still cute.

[slash-aaa]

also - like for a starter from one of my horror muses ( listed below ). specify muse.

anita lesnicki - jennifer's body. billy loomis - scream. beetlejuice - beetlejuice. carrie white - carrie. camille preaker - sharp objects. clarice starling - silence of the lambs. clayton riddell - cell. daniel le domas - ready or not. dana polk - cabin in the woods. dennis rafkin - 13 ghosts. graverobber - repo! the genetic opera. sheriff hassan - midnight mass. hannibal lecter - hannibal. hugh crain - the haunting of hill house. jason dean - hearhers. jeremiah hackett - the quarry oc. joel miller - the last of us. john kramer - saw. josef - creep. lee - bones and all. margot - the menu. maxine minx - x. mike schmidt - fnaf. nathan wallace - repo! the genetic opera. natalie scatorccio - yellowjackets. nathaniel james carson - serial killer oc. owen sharma - haunting of bly manor. parker nash - fbi agent oc. richie tozier - it. stu macher - scream. travis hackett - the quarry. warren hawthorne - grim reaper oc. wendy christensen - final destination 3.

[evilvvithin]

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Three Ships:

Uh i... ship people with me mainly, but something fresh i dig out my mind is - travis hackett x laura (the quarry) - wednesday x tyler (wednesday) - my oc ghostface x me can't think of third

First Ship:

Okay listen the tension between them? The way Travis talks to her and.. handcuffs her? If you know The Quarry, you know

Last Song:

Last Film:

Film? The original SAW because the old movies are just so good and never gets old. Precious little frames full of violence romance and blood.

Currently Reading:

Dirty smuts counts? If not, METRO 2033 for the 6589th time.

Currently Watching:

Wolf Pack ep1 because it looked cool, for movie I'm putting Scream 1996 right after it. Ongoing series? The Last of Us 100%

Currently Craving:

Coffee, if i ever say anything else call an ambulance

Tagging (no pressure): @xellnikov @life-or-something-like-lt @nickoffermen @knifecalledlust @konigbabe @dropped-their-sniper @sandinthemachine @thedeathdoctor @slasher-lovers-blog @itsagrimm @lucifers-horror-harem & and anyone wanting to do this!

[auryborealis]

....I really don't know how to draw Ted Raimi ;-;

Behold, another product of my simpness. This time an OC for The Quarry. Her name is Evan, and she's actually the younger sister of my RE8 OC, Faye. She's a private investigator who is struggling to cope with the recent passing of her mother and the disappearance of her sister, who went missing in 2014. She takes on a missing person case which leads her to Northkill, where she quickly finds out about a coverup, causing a feud between her and local sheriff Travis Hackett. Simply put: he locks her up, she kicks his ass and escapes, he saves her from a werewolf encounter, she nurses him back to health, insert steady build of trust and understanding which then develops into affection (and a carnal need to release their frustration and stress together).

Nicknames: Evans, Evie (used by Faye)

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Their

Birthday: July 8, 1991

Height: 5'4"

Voice Claim: Allegra Clarke (Shamir from Fire Emblem: Three Houses) but also sounding like Tara Strong's Raven from Teen Titans

Character inspirations include: Madeleine Nguyen (Gourmet Hound), Melinda May (Agents of SHIELD), Nathalie (Uriah), Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan), Kang Sae-byeok (Squid Game), Elektra Ovirowa (Cowboy Bebop), Helena Harper (Resident Evil 6), Aya Brea (Parasite Eve), and Juli Kidman (The Evil Within)

My exact thought process when coming up with her name: "Lol Ebony. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. Ok no, let's just shorten that to Evan... Evan Lee, Ebony lolololol." (I did not know that the actor who plays Nick is named Evan during this time)

I forgot to add to that interrogation comic that she also carries a combat knife.

She wears a silver sun necklace while Faye wears a golden moon necklace. They each serve as a symbol of the other. Her necklace did serve as a protection against the werewolves but during a certain encounter, she loses her necklace, resulting in her getting bitten. She later recovers and gives the necklace to Travis for safekeeping (and for his protection).

The scars on her face aren't a result of an attack but a childhood injury. Her werewolf form can be identified by these scars and they still somehow remain when she returns to human form.

She had an unspecified illness which would sometimes flare up, to the point where she would need to be put to bedrest or even hospitalized. Faye had disappeared while taking on a job that would pay off her medical bills, hence why Evan blames herself for her going missing. After getting bitten, she was cured from the illness. She would not reunite with Faye until 2022.

She scares Bobby, with or without her werewolf form.

Among the counselors, she’d probably get along with Ryan the most.

What would be the shipname for this resting bitch face couple? Traven?? (Evis sounds like Elvis and Hacklee sounds like a coughing fit)

She and Travis probably won't have kids. But they would definitely spoil their nephew and nibling, Damien and Adrian Heisenberg.

[THE QUARRY SPOILERS] 

I imagine certain events of The Quarry going differently if Evan was involved, particularly the Laura and Max scenes. For one, she’d make up for Travis’ lack of social skills and not keep them locked up for two whole freaking months, even fiercely arguing with Travis about it. During the final couple chapters, after Ryan shoots Chris which therefore cures Laura and Max, I imagine Evan taking on Laura’s role. She lets her go off to reunite with Max (because I don’t like the conditions for this to happen in-game ;_;)

[danyaselmar]

Work in Progress - Travis x female OC

"She’s a good girl, Travis, and she loves you dearly. Believe me," said Nate. Travis looked at him suspiciously. "But I swear, if you hurt her, I’ll kill you. Don’t care that you’re the sheriff. She’s my baby sister." Travis nodded. […]

Still far from finished, but I like the progress. Good boy needs some rest. And someone who loves him.🥺

[nikageeee]

Shameless Hunting Grounds art.

I can’t stop drawing them now

the diner scene in ch 2 specifically.

ok I’m gonna hide now.

love you.

sorry

[kijiboop]

So, I finished the first part of In the Family. I stopped posting it on Tumblr because I finally remembered that Tumblr’s tagging system is so fucked up.

There are ten chapters of Travis Hackett x OFC on AO3. I’m posting this mostly so it can show up in the tags. I’ll reblog later with a link.

Please read it. I’ve really enjoyed writing it and want to keep writing Part Two. Feedback, both general and constructive criticism is welcome.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[howdydarling]

Summary:

Guilt is something that Travis knows all about. It gnaws away at him, a quiet thing that wraps clawed fingers over the curved cage of his ribs, staring out at the world. It reaches up, claws at his throat as he stands over one more bloodied, mangled mess and has to make the decision, every time, to dig into the viscera, push up his sleeves and push down his bile, and bury one more secret.

That's all this is. Just one more secret.

i threw my pwp “travis drugging my SI” drabble up on AO3! mind the warnings!

[lunaticus-platina]

Aight this is the post for the anon(😏) ask.

My fave moment of Travis x my oc Brennen is post-quarry, when the situation settled down and they kept meeting up until they got close. And became 'not boyfriends'(Of course Travis. Yeah.)

Travis was feeling under the weather and Brennen cuddled him. There's a wip of that moment, actually, brewing in my wip pit. To be completed in a decade maybe.

So in the cuddle fic, Travis went to Brennen's place and was feeling cold and his joints ached. Pretty obvious signs of a cold but as always, he had to be stubborn about it, so Brennen just wrapped him on his chest with blankets and didn't get up from the sofa.

Travis had a big frown on his face before he fell asleep. Brennen has great circulation in his body, so he has naturally high body temperature. Good cuddle buddy when you feel weak and miserable.

Oh and Travis sniffed Brennen's shirt while he was trapped in the blanket cocoon, like a weirdo he is. And Brennen didn't mention it because he thought it was cute, like a weirdo he is.

Another moment I like is whenever they throw hands, as strange as that sounds. If there's one thing Bren learned in therapy, it's that you have to express your frustration somehow instead of letting it rot in your mind and cause further troubles later.

And what better way for the great communicator like Travis Hackett to express his anger other than talking things out with his fists.

Since he can't explain how he feels, unlike how other emotionally stable people can, he has to act rather than speak. And that's fine by Brennen. He's quite fluent in fist talks! Also, his provocation game is top-notch.

It's like a morbid foreplay. They grunt and roll around and grab at each other, basically the same thing.(not) And they can make up later.

The way they fight is interesting too. Brennen avoids hitting the face because he 'doesn't want to damage the goods'. Travis is fucking livid but tries to pin Bren down like a cop he is instead of punching him too many times.

It quickly turns into a fight for dominance, but usually the angrier one wins. Namely, Travis. And it feels good to come out on top, so it's a little therapeutic for Travis each time. Bren doesn't mind. That's the whole purpose of starting the fights anyway. Fighting it out and making up later is their love language, I guess.

Oh and it takes a lot for Travis to actually snap, so imagine what kind of things Brennen says to drive him mad. Even while Travis is prowling around in a circle, ready to take him down. Yeah. Insufferable bastard.