Fells exes- fanfic,undervese au

The Height Difference"

: "The Height Difference"

The kitchen was unusually quiet, the air heavy with the lingering tension from the previous conversation. Fell stood by the counter, his arms folded tightly across his chest, as his exes exchanged uncertain glances. Nightmare was still standing near the table, his eyes focused on Fell, trying to piece together the story behind his brother, Edge.

Nightmare: "So, how tall is your brother, Edge?"

Fell didn't hesitate in his response, though the irritation in his voice was palpable. He wasn't used to talking about Edge, but at this point, it seemed unavoidable.

Fell: "6' 3". Meanwhile, I'm 5'1". Yeah, I'm short genetics said fuck you,Laugh at me for it, I don't care."

There was a brief pause as the exes processed the height difference. Killer raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he glanced over at Fell.

Killer: "Damn, that's a serious height difference. No wonder you're so touchy about your brother."

Fell shot him a sharp look, his eyes narrowing. He wasn't in the mood for jokes, especially not now.

Fell: "You think I like being short? My brother's always rubbed it in, especially when I was younger."

Nightmare, who had been silently studying the situation, finally spoke up, his tone more curious than mocking.

Nightmare: "So, you've always been the smaller one? No wonder you're so defensive."

Fell let out a bitter laugh, his gaze turning distant.

Fell: "Yeah. You'd be defensive too if your bigger, stronger brother was always around, acting like you were the weaker one."

The room fell silent for a moment. The exes all exchanged glances, their previous teasing now replaced with understanding. They hadn't realized the extent of the dynamic between Fell and Edge, and the weight of that knowledge seemed to settle on their shoulders.

Dust: "So, it's not just the size difference. It's the way he's always treated you?"

Fell nodded, his expression darkening.

Fell: "Exactly. It's not about being small, it's the way he used it against me. He's always been the one in control, and I've always been stuck trying to get out from under his shadow."

Killer leaned back against the counter, his tone softening.

Killer: "I get it now. You're not just worried about him, you're worried about being constantly compared to him, right?"

Fell didn't answer right away, but his tense posture and the bitterness in his voice made it clear how much it had affected him.

Fell: "Yeah. It gets old, always being the small one, always having to live up to someone who's bigger, stronger, and more... well, terrifying. It's exhausting."

Nightmare, who had been watching carefully, finally crossed the room to stand next to Fell. His voice was quieter now, more thoughtful.

Nightmare: "I can see why you keep people at arm's length. But just know, not everyone's gonna treat you like Edge does. Not everyone's gonna look down on you."

Fell's eyes flickered to Nightmare, his expression unreadable.

Fell: "Yeah? Well, I'm not looking for anyone to change my life. I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me."

There was a long pause as the tension lingered in the air. Killer shifted his weight, trying to break the silence with a casual comment, but it fell flat when no one laughed.

Killer: "I wasn't planning on feeling sorry for you, man. But, I get why you're so distant now."

Dust, who had been quiet for the longest time, finally spoke up, his voice low.

Dust: "We're not gonna force you to talk about him or open up if you don't want to, Fell. But just know, you don't have to carry that burden alone."

Fell's gaze softened, though he didn't fully acknowledge the comment. He just let out a long sigh, clearly conflicted about everything that had been said.

Fell: "Yeah. Well... you guys have no idea how hard it is."

Nightmare placed a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm but not threatening.

Nightmare: "We don't. But we're here if you need to talk, Red."

Fell looked at him, his mouth opening as if he were about to say something but closing again before he could. He just nodded, a quiet acknowledgment of their words.

The room fell silent again, but this time, it felt different. There was no tension, no judgment, just the understanding that Fell's struggles ran deeper than any of them had realized.

This chapter delves further into the dynamic between Fell and his brother, Edge, highlighting the emotional weight Fell has carried due to the height and power difference. The exes start to understand more about the barriers that have shaped Fell's behavior and his reluctance to open up. Let me know if you'd like to expand on this or take it in a new direction!