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Laughing Jack stepped into the room. He took a couple grandiose steps towards the frightened boy in the bathtub. “Were you cleaning up for me? That’s so sweet!” He dragged a struggling (y/n) out of the bathtub and pinned him to the bathroom floor. “We should let Jeff know that you belong to me~”

He ran his hands up and down (y/n)’s bare chest as Jeff the Killer approached the bathroom. “I won, shrimp.”

“Keep the shithead for all I care,” Jeff spat as he turned to leave. Laughing Jack just chuckled at the idiot’s reaction to losing a precious victim.
“We need to discuss some things, (y/n),” Jack told (y/n) with a strange, constricting seriousness. “But I suppose you’ll want to get dressed first…”

“A little,” (y/n) grumbled. He was lying naked underneath the crazy clown that tried to kidnap/kill his little brother. This was the same clown that had tried to poison him with candy. “It would help if you got off of me.”

“Have some candy,” Jack whispered as he shoved a hard candy into (y/n)’s mouth.

“I don’t think it’s going to kill me…” (y/n) murmured as he chewed the candy.

“This one isn’t designed to kill you,” Jack told him as he stood up. “It will even keep you conscious. I just don’t want you running away.”

(y/n)'s body went numb. Whatever was in that candy worked rather quickly. Laughing Jack chuckled to himself as he dragged (y/n)’s naked body throughout the house and into his own room. Jack picked the boy up and laid him down in his bed. Jack stared at the fine body in silence for a moment, contemplating what he was going to do with the punk whom he failed to kill--who took away one of his victims and broke his nose! “You should still be able to answer me, you know,” he informed (y/n) as he began to draw shapes on his bare stomach with his gloved claws. “The drug in that piece of candy only affects appendicular regions of the body. Everything else should work fine.”

“Are you going to kill me?” (y/n) asked him quietly.

“I don’t know yet,” Jack replied honestly.

“How long is this going to last?”

“Maybe a little over an hour. Why? I should have done what I needed to do to you by then,” Jack informed him coldly. “Now it’s my turn to ask questions~ Tell me, why didn’t you die from my candy?”

“I don’t know...it depends on what you laced it with I guess,” (y/n) replied. He wasn’t going to lie to the clown or anything. “My parents have been giving me quote-unquote ‘safe quantities’ of natural toxins since I was a little kid. My mom works with snakes, so it’s not as crazy as it seems. I have an immunity to most natural toxins. That’s probably why.”

“I see...is your little brother the same?” Jack chuckled quietly at the thought of seeing the little blonde boy again. “He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind cru--”

“Don’t you dare touch him!” (y/n) growled loudly. “You can torture me in any way you want, I don’t care. But don’t you dare lay a finger on him!”

“You’re so cute,” Jack cooed. He crawled onto (y/n)’s bed and pulled his limp body close. “So selfless. What is your limit? Would you really do anything to protect him? Or can I find a breaking point?”

“Are you really that cruel?” (y/n) asked him softly. “Have you always been that cruel?”

Jack frowned slightly and glared at (y/n). “You don’t really know anything about me and my kind,” he told (y/n) quietly. “I wasn’t always like this…”

“Then you don’t have to be. Leave Alfred alone,” (y/n) commanded.

“But the child is so cute,” Laughing Jack giggled. “I suppose he’ll grow up to be something like your image, right?”

“He’s going to grow up to be a great kid,” (y/n) clarified slowly.

“So you broke my nose just to protect him…”

“No,” (y/n) replied, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “I always break people’s noses. Sometimes I hunt creepy clowns down just to kick them in the face.”

Jack chuckled at (y/n) remarks. “I like your sense of humor. Maybe I won’t kill you.”

“I don’t care what you do to me,” (y/n) told him. “Wait. Actually, can you put, like, a blanket over my waist or something? My dick is getting cold.”

Jack complied, giggling as he did so. “You’re not afraid of much, are you? You didn’t even flinch when you first saw me. And now, even after knowing what I do to children, after meeting my acquaintances and knowing what they do, you’re still not afraid of me? I must not be a very good creepy clown then…”

“What are you going to do now?”

“There are only a few options. They all involve either you or your brother--or both~--dying. There’s no way out for you, mister. You should have died when I gave you the poisoned candy. It would have saved you a lot of trouble. It probably would have saved your little brother a lot of trauma as well.” Jack began to play with (y/n)’s (h/c) hair. “But,” he sighed loudly as he took (y/n)’s hand in his own, “there’s no hope for you now. I’ll let you decide how to die, I suppose. I like you, (y/n). You’re funny.”

“If you like me so much,” (y/n) grumbled to the clown, “why don’t you cut me some slack?”

“Slack? What do you propose I do?”

“I don’t know…” (y/n) whispered. “You can kill me. I’m not afraid to die. Just...let me say goodbye to my brother first, ok? And then we can make my death look like and accident…”

Jack stopped for a moment and stared. What a simple last wish. (y/n) cared so little about himself and his own life. How was that possible? “I get it…” Jack mumbled. He finally stopped chuckling. “It’s not that you want to die. You just want to take care of your little brother. What a good big brother you are.”

“I’m not good enough…”

“Of course you are. That child is lucky to have you,” Jack told him quietly.

“It doesn’t mean anything coming from you,” (y/n) spat. “You’re the one who’s going to destroy my life and hurt my little brother in the process.”

“I’m sorry...I wish I could stop it,” Jack confessed quietly.

“I guess I should look my best for this occasion, right?” (y/n) murmured to himself in the mirror. “But who gives a fuck?”

He walked out of his room in his pajama pants, nothing else. “(y/n)!” Alfred called happily as he met up with his big brother down the hall. “Want to read me a bedtime story? Momma let me buy a new Superman comic on the way home from the doctors. We can read that together before I go bed, right?”

“Of course,” (y/n) told him with a smile. “I’ll be happy to read you a bedtime story. And comic books are the best kind, right?”

“I love reading about superheroes,” Alfred told his big brother as he carried him to his room. “They remind me of you.”

(y/n) chuckled as he put Alfred down in his bed. “That’s kind of you to say, but I’m no superhero.”

“Of course you are!” Alfred exclaimed as (y/n) began to tuck him in. “You saved me from that scary clown last week! Don’t you remember that?”

“I was just protecting you,” (y/n) told him as brushed the blonde hair from Alfred’s blue eyes. “It was nothing super. Let’s read that comic book. You need to get some sleep, you know?”

(y/n) began to read Alfred one of his favorite comics. Neither of them would have noticed the clown listening to them from the hallway. Laughing Jack wasn’t laughing at all. No...he had a deep frown set in his face at the moment. (y/n) was such a kind human being. He didn’t deserve to die. Could Jack really justify killing someone like that? He hadn’t even shown any fear towards the clown when they first met. Jack was expecting a flinch at least. But (y/n) had only smiled. His smile was so kind...so heartwarming. Jack felt that warmth.

He couldn’t do it. Jack knew that he couldn’t do it. As soon as (y/n) willingly gave up his life with such a simple, sentimental last wish, Jack knew that he couldn’t kill him. He didn’t even know if he could look (y/n) in the eyes.

Jack listened to (y/n) for a little longer before heading back to his room. He curled up in (y/n)’s bed, smelling the sheets that carried such a sweet scent. He giggled into the sheets. He had the weird feeling in his chest and it was making him laugh a bit. (y/n) was something else. He was something...perfect.

“I was thinking,” Jack called to (y/n) quietly when he walked into his room. “Maybe you don’t have to die…”

“What do you mean?” (y/n) asked him. “And get out of my bed.”

“Don’t you want to lie with me? If you’re not afraid of me, it must be because you find me attractive.”

“Are you kidding me?” (y/n) mumbled. “Even if I did find you attractive, I wouldn’t sleep with you. Not after you poisoned me--twice by the way--dragged me naked from my bath to interrogate me for an hour, and have me convinced that you were either going to kill me or my brother. No. You’re not sleeping in my bed. Maybe after a week of good behavior.”

Jack sat up. “You mean that?”

“Mean what?”

“If I’m good, you’ll let me sleep with you?”

“I was being facetious...but if that will keep you from killing me and my family members, then fine,” (y/n) muttered. He approached his bed and kicked Laughing Jack out of it. “But for now...you’re not coming near my bed.”

“I’ll prove myself to you, (y/n),” Jack promised. “I’ll change...mostly. If your weren’t so moral, I would have you come with me to the mansion. You would make a great addition, being so fearless.”

“Shut up,” (y/n) grumbled as he turned the light off. “I’m going to sleep now.”

“You better keep your promise, (y/n). I’m going to keep mine.”

Laughing Jack did keep his promise. And it was scaring (y/n) a bit. After five days of not killing or harming anyone, Jack was beginning to change colors. He was...turning rainbow. (y/n) made it clear that he preferred Jack in his black and white look much more. The two were growing a bit closer than either ever thought they would. (y/n) never thought he could befriend someone who was so insane. Jack never thought about not killing a human before. But Jack was always in (y/n)’s room. They were spending far too much time together to be considered strangers.

“Dude,” (y/n) told Jack on the sixth day, “you’re turning ginger. It’s freaking me out more than the thought of dying.”

“Really?” Jack asked him quietly. “People normally liked me more when I looked like this.”

“I don’t care about the promise anymore,” (y/n) told him sternly. “If you still want to sleep with me, fine. You can sleep with me tonight. Just...do what you have to do to get back to normal.”

“Really?” he repeated. (y/n) was so understanding of his needs. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” Without thinking, Jack leaned forward and kissed (y/n) on the cheek. That wasn’t the weird thing that happened. No. The weird thing that happened was (y/n) didn’t pull away from Jack. He really was comfortable with the clown. It brought Jack a sense of comfort that he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

While Jack was out settling his bloodlust, (y/n) was locked up in his house. Alfred was with their parents at the mall--they really coddled that child (though (y/n) coddled him as well). (y/n) didn’t really like to go anywhere without having Jack nearby. Laughing Jack had told him stories about other monsters like him. They were everywhere and they could kill in numerous ways. Jeff the Killer was one of them. He was the one (y/n) was the most weary of. Even though Jack had claimed (y/n) as his, (y/n) felt like the murderer might come after him again out of spite.

(y/n) could not have been more right.

Jeff the Killer stopped by (y/n)'s house in order to see if Jack had killed him like he said he would. He knew that (y/n) wouldn’t be dead. But Jeff didn’t think that he would be so lucky as to find (y/n) all alone in his house. It was time for some payback.

“You’re back already?” (y/n) thought he was asking Jack when he heard someone else in the house.

“Were you waiting for me?”

(y/n) spun around. That wasn’t the voice he was expecting to hear. “What are you doing here? I thought Jack won your weird little race.”

“He did...but that just means I can’t kill you. I can still punish you for what you did to me earlier.”

“What? Punish me?”

“I want you to feel what I felt,” Jeff spit. He quickly pinned (y/n) to the bed. (y/n) stared up in shock as the monster brought his knife into view. He wasn’t struggling as much as he had the first time Jeff attacked him. This was mostly because of how tired (y/n) was. He also wasn’t fighting for his life like he was last time. “I wonder how you’ll scream…”
Jeff suddenly stabbed (y/n) in the hand, his knife piercing the hand through and through. (y/n) screamed loudly and began to writhe a bit underneath Jeff.

“(y/n)?” a frightened voice called from outside. Jack jumped into the room through the window, looking like his usual self. “Jeff? What are you doing to him?”

“More than you were ever going to. What are you doing, Jack? Why are you keeping this prick around?”

“Stop it!” Jack screamed as he raced toward (y/n). He pulled the knife out of his hand and began to threaten Jeff with it. “I won (y/n) fair and square. He belong to me. It’s my job to protect him from monsters like you and that’s just what I’m going to do. Get out!” He threw Jeff the Killer’s knife out the window and watched as Jeff followed.

“I’m sorry, (y/n),” he whispered as he held (y/n)’s hand close to his chest. “This must hurt…”

“Don’t just let it bleed, you idiot,” (y/n) told him as he stood up. “It’s not too bad, right? Help me bandage it up.”

“Right.”

Laughing Jack held (y/n)’s bandaged hand close to his chest. “Do you hate me?”

“If it weren’t for you, Jeff would have killed me. I don’t hate you. I’m just glad that no one else was home.”

“Don’t be so selfless,” Jack mumbled. “But I guess I should be happy, right?” Jack giggled and kissed (y/n) on the cheek. “If you don’t hate me, I did something right for once.”

“You’ve done more than one thing right…” (y/n) told him. “You’re a much better person than I thought you were.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at what you did for me,” (y/n) mumbled. “You spared my life as well as my brothers. You tried to go against your very nature just for my sake. And today you defied someone who’s practically your brethren, right? That’s way more than one thing.”

“I still get to sleep with you tonight right?”

It was (y/n)’s turn to chuckle this time. He leaned forward and placed a deep, passionate kiss on Jack’s lips. Jack stared, wide-eyed, when (y/n) pulled away slowly. “That’s more than what you promised,” he mumbled in shock.

“It’s what you deserve,” (y/n) told him. “It’s what you get for making me fall in love with you.”

“In love with me?” Jack asked in disbelief. (y/n) nodded silently and curled closer toward the man. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle. “In love with me…”

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Laughing Jack stepped into the room. He took a couple grandiose steps towards the frightened boy in the bathtub. “Were you cleaning up for me? That’s so sweet!” He dragged a struggling (y/n) out of the bathtub and pinned him to the bathroom floor. “We should let Jeff know that you belong to me~”

He ran his hands up and down (y/n)’s bare chest as Jeff the Killer approached the bathroom. “I won, shrimp.”

“Keep the shithead for all I care,” Jeff spat as he turned to leave. Laughing Jack just chuckled at the idiot’s reaction to losing a precious victim.
“We need to discuss some things, (y/n),” Jack told (y/n) with a strange, constricting seriousness. “But I suppose you’ll want to get dressed first…”

“A little,” (y/n) grumbled. He was lying naked underneath the crazy clown that tried to kidnap/kill his little brother. This was the same clown that had tried to poison him with candy. “It would help if you got off of me.”

“Have some candy,” Jack whispered as he shoved a hard candy into (y/n)’s mouth.

“I don’t think it’s going to kill me…” (y/n) murmured as he chewed the candy.

“This one isn’t designed to kill you,” Jack told him as he stood up. “It will even keep you conscious. I just don’t want you running away.”

(y/n)'s body went numb. Whatever was in that candy worked rather quickly. Laughing Jack chuckled to himself as he dragged (y/n)’s naked body throughout the house and into his own room. Jack picked the boy up and laid him down in his bed. Jack stared at the fine body in silence for a moment, contemplating what he was going to do with the punk whom he failed to kill--who took away one of his victims and broke his nose! “You should still be able to answer me, you know,” he informed (y/n) as he began to draw shapes on his bare stomach with his gloved claws. “The drug in that piece of candy only affects appendicular regions of the body. Everything else should work fine.”

“Are you going to kill me?” (y/n) asked him quietly.

“I don’t know yet,” Jack replied honestly.

“How long is this going to last?”

“Maybe a little over an hour. Why? I should have done what I needed to do to you by then,” Jack informed him coldly. “Now it’s my turn to ask questions~ Tell me, why didn’t you die from my candy?”

“I don’t know...it depends on what you laced it with I guess,” (y/n) replied. He wasn’t going to lie to the clown or anything. “My parents have been giving me quote-unquote ‘safe quantities’ of natural toxins since I was a little kid. My mom works with snakes, so it’s not as crazy as it seems. I have an immunity to most natural toxins. That’s probably why.”

“I see...is your little brother the same?” Jack chuckled quietly at the thought of seeing the little blonde boy again. “He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind cru--”

“Don’t you dare touch him!” (y/n) growled loudly. “You can torture me in any way you want, I don’t care. But don’t you dare lay a finger on him!”

“You’re so cute,” Jack cooed. He crawled onto (y/n)’s bed and pulled his limp body close. “So selfless. What is your limit? Would you really do anything to protect him? Or can I find a breaking point?”

“Are you really that cruel?” (y/n) asked him softly. “Have you always been that cruel?”

Jack frowned slightly and glared at (y/n). “You don’t really know anything about me and my kind,” he told (y/n) quietly. “I wasn’t always like this…”

“Then you don’t have to be. Leave Alfred alone,” (y/n) commanded.

“But the child is so cute,” Laughing Jack giggled. “I suppose he’ll grow up to be something like your image, right?”

“He’s going to grow up to be a great kid,” (y/n) clarified slowly.

“So you broke my nose just to protect him…”

“No,” (y/n) replied, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “I always break people’s noses. Sometimes I hunt creepy clowns down just to kick them in the face.”

Jack chuckled at (y/n) remarks. “I like your sense of humor. Maybe I won’t kill you.”

“I don’t care what you do to me,” (y/n) told him. “Wait. Actually, can you put, like, a blanket over my waist or something? My dick is getting cold.”

Jack complied, giggling as he did so. “You’re not afraid of much, are you? You didn’t even flinch when you first saw me. And now, even after knowing what I do to children, after meeting my acquaintances and knowing what they do, you’re still not afraid of me? I must not be a very good creepy clown then…”

“What are you going to do now?”

“There are only a few options. They all involve either you or your brother--or both~--dying. There’s no way out for you, mister. You should have died when I gave you the poisoned candy. It would have saved you a lot of trouble. It probably would have saved your little brother a lot of trauma as well.” Jack began to play with (y/n)’s (h/c) hair. “But,” he sighed loudly as he took (y/n)’s hand in his own, “there’s no hope for you now. I’ll let you decide how to die, I suppose. I like you, (y/n). You’re funny.”

“If you like me so much,” (y/n) grumbled to the clown, “why don’t you cut me some slack?”

“Slack? What do you propose I do?”

“I don’t know…” (y/n) whispered. “You can kill me. I’m not afraid to die. Just...let me say goodbye to my brother first, ok? And then we can make my death look like and accident…”

Jack stopped for a moment and stared. What a simple last wish. (y/n) cared so little about himself and his own life. How was that possible? “I get it…” Jack mumbled. He finally stopped chuckling. “It’s not that you want to die. You just want to take care of your little brother. What a good big brother you are.”

“I’m not good enough…”

“Of course you are. That child is lucky to have you,” Jack told him quietly.

“It doesn’t mean anything coming from you,” (y/n) spat. “You’re the one who’s going to destroy my life and hurt my little brother in the process.”

“I’m sorry...I wish I could stop it,” Jack confessed quietly.

“I guess I should look my best for this occasion, right?” (y/n) murmured to himself in the mirror. “But who gives a fuck?”

He walked out of his room in his pajama pants, nothing else. “(y/n)!” Alfred called happily as he met up with his big brother down the hall. “Want to read me a bedtime story? Momma let me buy a new Superman comic on the way home from the doctors. We can read that together before I go bed, right?”

“Of course,” (y/n) told him with a smile. “I’ll be happy to read you a bedtime story. And comic books are the best kind, right?”

“I love reading about superheroes,” Alfred told his big brother as he carried him to his room. “They remind me of you.”

(y/n) chuckled as he put Alfred down in his bed. “That’s kind of you to say, but I’m no superhero.”

“Of course you are!” Alfred exclaimed as (y/n) began to tuck him in. “You saved me from that scary clown last week! Don’t you remember that?”

“I was just protecting you,” (y/n) told him as brushed the blonde hair from Alfred’s blue eyes. “It was nothing super. Let’s read that comic book. You need to get some sleep, you know?”

(y/n) began to read Alfred one of his favorite comics. Neither of them would have noticed the clown listening to them from the hallway. Laughing Jack wasn’t laughing at all. No...he had a deep frown set in his face at the moment. (y/n) was such a kind human being. He didn’t deserve to die. Could Jack really justify killing someone like that? He hadn’t even shown any fear towards the clown when they first met. Jack was expecting a flinch at least. But (y/n) had only smiled. His smile was so kind...so heartwarming. Jack felt that warmth.

He couldn’t do it. Jack knew that he couldn’t do it. As soon as (y/n) willingly gave up his life with such a simple, sentimental last wish, Jack knew that he couldn’t kill him. He didn’t even know if he could look (y/n) in the eyes.

Jack listened to (y/n) for a little longer before heading back to his room. He curled up in (y/n)’s bed, smelling the sheets that carried such a sweet scent. He giggled into the sheets. He had the weird feeling in his chest and it was making him laugh a bit. (y/n) was something else. He was something...perfect.

“I was thinking,” Jack called to (y/n) quietly when he walked into his room. “Maybe you don’t have to die…”

“What do you mean?” (y/n) asked him. “And get out of my bed.”

“Don’t you want to lie with me? If you’re not afraid of me, it must be because you find me attractive.”

“Are you kidding me?” (y/n) mumbled. “Even if I did find you attractive, I wouldn’t sleep with you. Not after you poisoned me--twice by the way--dragged me naked from my bath to interrogate me for an hour, and have me convinced that you were either going to kill me or my brother. No. You’re not sleeping in my bed. Maybe after a week of good behavior.”

Jack sat up. “You mean that?”

“Mean what?”

“If I’m good, you’ll let me sleep with you?”

“I was being facetious...but if that will keep you from killing me and my family members, then fine,” (y/n) muttered. He approached his bed and kicked Laughing Jack out of it. “But for now...you’re not coming near my bed.”

“I’ll prove myself to you, (y/n),” Jack promised. “I’ll change...mostly. If your weren’t so moral, I would have you come with me to the mansion. You would make a great addition, being so fearless.”

“Shut up,” (y/n) grumbled as he turned the light off. “I’m going to sleep now.”

“You better keep your promise, (y/n). I’m going to keep mine.”

Laughing Jack did keep his promise. And it was scaring (y/n) a bit. After five days of not killing or harming anyone, Jack was beginning to change colors. He was...turning rainbow. (y/n) made it clear that he preferred Jack in his black and white look much more. The two were growing a bit closer than either ever thought they would. (y/n) never thought he could befriend someone who was so insane. Jack never thought about not killing a human before. But Jack was always in (y/n)’s room. They were spending far too much time together to be considered strangers.

“Dude,” (y/n) told Jack on the sixth day, “you’re turning ginger. It’s freaking me out more than the thought of dying.”

“Really?” Jack asked him quietly. “People normally liked me more when I looked like this.”

“I don’t care about the promise anymore,” (y/n) told him sternly. “If you still want to sleep with me, fine. You can sleep with me tonight. Just...do what you have to do to get back to normal.”

“Really?” he repeated. (y/n) was so understanding of his needs. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” Without thinking, Jack leaned forward and kissed (y/n) on the cheek. That wasn’t the weird thing that happened. No. The weird thing that happened was (y/n) didn’t pull away from Jack. He really was comfortable with the clown. It brought Jack a sense of comfort that he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

While Jack was out settling his bloodlust, (y/n) was locked up in his house. Alfred was with their parents at the mall--they really coddled that child (though (y/n) coddled him as well). (y/n) didn’t really like to go anywhere without having Jack nearby. Laughing Jack had told him stories about other monsters like him. They were everywhere and they could kill in numerous ways. Jeff the Killer was one of them. He was the one (y/n) was the most weary of. Even though Jack had claimed (y/n) as his, (y/n) felt like the murderer might come after him again out of spite.

(y/n) could not have been more right.

Jeff the Killer stopped by (y/n)'s house in order to see if Jack had killed him like he said he would. He knew that (y/n) wouldn’t be dead. But Jeff didn’t think that he would be so lucky as to find (y/n) all alone in his house. It was time for some payback.

“You’re back already?” (y/n) thought he was asking Jack when he heard someone else in the house.

“Were you waiting for me?”

(y/n) spun around. That wasn’t the voice he was expecting to hear. “What are you doing here? I thought Jack won your weird little race.”

“He did...but that just means I can’t kill you. I can still punish you for what you did to me earlier.”

“What? Punish me?”

“I want you to feel what I felt,” Jeff spit. He quickly pinned (y/n) to the bed. (y/n) stared up in shock as the monster brought his knife into view. He wasn’t struggling as much as he had the first time Jeff attacked him. This was mostly because of how tired (y/n) was. He also wasn’t fighting for his life like he was last time. “I wonder how you’ll scream…”
Jeff suddenly stabbed (y/n) in the hand, his knife piercing the hand through and through. (y/n) screamed loudly and began to writhe a bit underneath Jeff.

“(y/n)?” a frightened voice called from outside. Jack jumped into the room through the window, looking like his usual self. “Jeff? What are you doing to him?”

“More than you were ever going to. What are you doing, Jack? Why are you keeping this prick around?”

“Stop it!” Jack screamed as he raced toward (y/n). He pulled the knife out of his hand and began to threaten Jeff with it. “I won (y/n) fair and square. He belong to me. It’s my job to protect him from monsters like you and that’s just what I’m going to do. Get out!” He threw Jeff the Killer’s knife out the window and watched as Jeff followed.

“I’m sorry, (y/n),” he whispered as he held (y/n)’s hand close to his chest. “This must hurt…”

“Don’t just let it bleed, you idiot,” (y/n) told him as he stood up. “It’s not too bad, right? Help me bandage it up.”

“Right.”

Laughing Jack held (y/n)’s bandaged hand close to his chest. “Do you hate me?”

“If it weren’t for you, Jeff would have killed me. I don’t hate you. I’m just glad that no one else was home.”

“Don’t be so selfless,” Jack mumbled. “But I guess I should be happy, right?” Jack giggled and kissed (y/n) on the cheek. “If you don’t hate me, I did something right for once.”

“You’ve done more than one thing right…” (y/n) told him. “You’re a much better person than I thought you were.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at what you did for me,” (y/n) mumbled. “You spared my life as well as my brothers. You tried to go against your very nature just for my sake. And today you defied someone who’s practically your brethren, right? That’s way more than one thing.”

“I still get to sleep with you tonight right?”

It was (y/n)’s turn to chuckle this time. He leaned forward and placed a deep, passionate kiss on Jack’s lips. Jack stared, wide-eyed, when (y/n) pulled away slowly. “That’s more than what you promised,” he mumbled in shock.

“It’s what you deserve,” (y/n) told him. “It’s what you get for making me fall in love with you.”

“In love with me?” Jack asked in disbelief. (y/n) nodded silently and curled closer toward the man. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle. “In love with me…”