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𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝘿𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪 - 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳

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[  female reader ]

Soil is flattened neatly under the head of the spade and patted a few extra times before you rest it against the tree. You guide stray hairs away from your face and brush the back of your wrist against your forehead, setting your curled hands against your hips to take a breather.

At first you're oblivious to the drunken men stumbling through the fields on their way home. Until they burst into fits of jarring laughter and grip each other's shoulders for balance, red in the face from the bitter air that nips at their skin.

"My, look who it is." Vince cracks a smirk once you turn to face them. You remove the thick gloves stained with dirt and stuff them into your pocket. "The village saint."

"But the opposite behind closed doors." Grady's hands lower to his belt, shifting his weight to his right leg. He still towers above you even when slouched. "How's that witch of yours treatin' ya?"

"I'm not lookin' for trouble. You've clearly had too much to drink down at the tavern, I think it'd be best if you just went home for the night."

"You heard the rumours about your girl?" Tyrell squints, mischief in his tone. Your stomach twists from the way they stare down at you, boring into your soul. You swallow the bile rising in your throat.

"What rumours?"

"Ah, you haven't heard." He smirks. You clench your jaw for a moment until the amused men avert their gazes back to you.

"You know they're called rumours for a reason. They rarely turn out to be true. Shouldn't believe everything you hear."

"We never said we believed them. But that doesn't make them any less entertaining to hear." His smirk stretches even wider.

"Lord, I hope they're true." Grady's eyes flit upwards to the starry sky.

"Enlighten me." You utter sharply.

"Nah, you're too innocent."

"It's my girlfriend you so desperately wish to talk about." You turn your back to them. "So please, go ahead. Share the false tales you've been hearing."

"Well," Vince sends his friends a look over his shoulder, "where do we begin? How 'bout I tell you the one we were discussing tonight. We heard that once you get that bloodsucking witch in bed sheー"

You twirl around and connect the sharp edge of the spade to his face, calmly licking your lips after he drops by your feet. The men are frozen in their places, eyes bulging and shallow breaths staggered in the winter air.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. What was it you were saying about my girlfriend?"

"Youーyou're a fuckin' psychopath!" Grady hits his friend's shoulder. "He's fuckin' dead. Oh my god he's dead." His voice cracks. "Leave him!" He grabs Tyrell, urging him to run back towards the village.

"What the fuck, G?!"

"I don't know!" He screams. "Just keep running. That psycho won't catch up to us. Fuck." Grady sprints head on into the spade that you swing from behind a tree. Tyrell holds his breath when you tilt your head.