{Welp I'm back, this was a Collab with the ever so lovely Newfoundland_Aiden, y'all should check them out, their oneshots are incredible, this was 1505 words ^w^
Warnings: Gore, almost dying, mentions of permanent death, mentions of abuse, mentions of YHS and Sam(yes that needs to be a warning on its on)
Ship- do I really need to say? GEXHels ,duh
Genre:Hurt//comfort)
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Grian was rummaging through some old chests he left in the Hobbit hole a long time ago, he needed to find his blue sweater, for that stupid Hermit challenge.
Now he wasn't looking forward to wearing that piece of clothing again, but it would be quickly over, right?
"Oh there you are" he said, pulling out the blue fabric from between the junk and clutter his chest was filled with. He really should've cleaned up earlier this season...
He slipped out of his usual red jumper and pulled the blue one over his head. He stood up, and walked away from the box heading to a mirror to take one look at himself. As he stared at his image reflecting on the glass, he couldn’t help but tense up slightly, his eyes widening and tearing up. He noticed the faint brown spot on his chest, the sight of the badly washed out blood made his heart beat against his chest rapidly.
The memories he tried so hard to suppress over the years had fought themselves back to his mind, the blue sweater like an open gateway letting the images in from his past.
He was there again, tucked behind that corner of the school having to witness Sam teasing Taurtis with a blade again. He heard some faint voices, one hysterical laughing, the other whimpering in fear, but he couldn't get out what they said. And then, so suddenly he wasn't expecting, the knife was stabbed through his friend's neck
Then the scene changed, he was with Sam again. He sat in a chair, deathly still while the other one was dying his hair black. He wore that cursed blue shirt, some brown stains of dried blood still haven't been properly washed out of it, and the fingers working with his hair had been pulling on his nerves.
He could hear Sam mumbling some nonsense under his breath, but he couldn't quite make out what the other was saying. But whatever it was he knew it was utterly insane, he couldn't believe the person he once considered a friend to do this, he knew Sam was a little crazy, might even be a bit insane but what he was doing now, was absolutely sick.
Grian looked at the person in the mirror in front of him. He could barely recognize himself, the black hair and blue sweater made him look almost the same as Taurtis.
The images shifted again, he was at the dark alleyway again. He saw a dark shadow over peeking from behind the building. His heartbeat picked up, he saw the figure turn in and start moving towards him. Now he could get out the two iconic bunny ears from the shadow, and fear ran down his spine, he knew he was gonna die there. He slowly backed up, feeling his back hit the cold damp wall. He looked left and right, trying to see if there was any way for him to escape his certain demise, even if he knew deep down, he wouldn't stand a chance at facing, his former friend.
The shadow came closer, and the man's face started to clear out. It was him, Sam, holding a knife as he smirked with a malicious grin.
"Oh, Grian I knew this day would come once, I've been savoring it," he said in a deathly low, psychotic voice.
Grian whimpered in fear and tried to move away but the cold stone was pressing to his back, denying his way to run. He flinched when he could feel the cold metal of the knife press gently against his neck, he clenched his eyes shut, tightly, knowing his end was coming.
He felt the blade gently move down from his neck, to jaw, to his torso, he couldn't help but wonder why Sam wouldn't just end this all quickly, to end this torment, but he supposes, that's the point of the game, to tease and torture him, untell he himself goes insane.
He felt the path of the blade suddenly come to a halt, and he could hear Sam chuckle darkly. That's when he felt it, the piercing pain of the knife, being stabbed straight into his chest. He let out a loud sob, grasping his former friend’s shoulders, he tried to push Sam off of him, but it was no use
He knew this was finally his end, he was going to be free of this torture. He felt Sam push the blade deeper into him, pushing him up further against the wall until he dropped his hands from Sam's shoulders, knowing it was no use in fighting back.
He felt the sharp pain under his heart, and for a minute he didn't really realize where he was from the shock. But it quickly faded away under the pressure of being in a death-life situation, though when he opened his eyes, Sam was nowhere to be seen.
He still felt the ache in his chest, but the adrenalin had given him enough energy to stand up and leave. He remembered passing out in the front of the school.
“Grian!... GRIAN!"
He woke up to the sounds of someone shouting his name, he didn't even remember falling asleep. He didn't open his eyes, but he felt like he was being cradled in strong arms, and heard soft whispers being said into his ear.
"It's ok, Grian, you're with us, we won't hurt you," the voice said.
It was so familiar and gentle, he didn't want it to stop so he didn't say anything.
“We're here, and we will protect you no matter what," the voice said, and Grian nuzzled more into the arms he was being held by, burying his face into the man's chest. He could hear a quiet murmur by the side of him, he knew whoever it was, was saying something to the person who was holding him, he could feel the vibration from the chest beneath him. The person just hummed in response to them, he could feel a gentle hand lay upon his shoulder, making him flinch at first, before relaxing once more into the arms that held him.
After a while Grian raised his head from the man's chest, opening his eyes, and what he saw was the familiar face of one of his boyfriends, Hels and he could guess without needing to look, next to him, was likely Xenon.
He smiled up at them, nuzzling into Xenon's hands, as he decided to start petting and raking his fingers through his hair.
"What was that all about, baby?" the white-haired man said, wiping a strand of dirty blonde hair out of Grian's face.
Grian sat up, and let out a long sigh, knowing there's no reason to lie to them, lying would just make things worse.
"I have to tell you guys something from my past" he spoke gently.
With a shaky deep breath, Grian began his tale, he told them when he first joined Taurtis in high school, since him and Taurtis were both invited by Sam to go, he told them of all the things they got up to, he told them about how Sam started to spiral downwards, how he started acting more psychotic, how he had watched Sam slice the neck of his best friend, he tells them on how helpless he felt not being able to save his best friend from their former deranged friend.
By the end of his story, he was sobbing, all the memories he had bottled up were now spilled out. But he could finally feel at peace, after spilling out all of his secrets. He knew his boyfriends will be forever by his side, caring for him, and he knew he could let his guard down when he was with those he loved.
Xenon and Hels, looked at eachother, shocked, the news finally settling in, Hels could feel rage starting to bubble up inside his stomach, but it was not directed at Grian, it was directed at the monster, who made Grian like this. He knew he'd have to keep his anger in, because right now, that's not what Grian needs, right now he needs to be comforted and protected by them. He could see the same rage, but also sadness in Xenon's eyes, he nodded at Xenon, knowing how he felt. He then pulled Grian deeper into the hug, letting Xenon join in the embrace, both of them whispering sweet praises to Grian, to try and calm him down.
Grian quietly sobbed into Hels' black sweater, grabbing tightly onto the wool. He didn't want to ever get separated from the two, he felt just so loved being with them. He couldn't imagine what his life would be without his two loving boyfriends, but he knew that he was safe where he was. He felt Xen joining the hug from behind, wrapping his strong arms around him, locking Grian in a safe embrace. He was thankful knowing they would protect him no matter what.
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