Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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As you stumble back to your tent Rat is still sound asleep as if nothing happened, now clutching around the blanket instead of you, a slightly somber look on his face; like a kid that had lost a beloved toy and was sour about the replacement, but too desperate for one to reject it. You kneel down next to the bed and look at him with a small grin on your lips, poking his shoulder carefully to wake him up "Hey, sleepy, sleep-rat, I need to get out of here." He opens one of his eyes reluctantly and mumbles a tired: "What? Why the bloody fuck would we need t' do that?" You sigh as you pull him out of bed and into your arms, which he immediately takes as a invitation to snake his limbs around you.
"It's cold, can't I stay here?" Jamie inquires half wittily. "Hush now, you are too tired to talk, just point me to Hog and your gonna have your silence back in no time." You demand passively, getting a low, annoyed grunt from the blond as he wraps around you like usually burying his face in the crook in your neck. "Your so warm." He breathes into your ear as you walk down the path. "Every living body with blood is, your pretty warm as well you know?"
He stubbornly pressed himself against you tighter, enough to allow you to feel his heartbeat against your own chest. "I don't feel warm though." You are now at the bottom of the canyon and he weakly points you in the general direction you need to head to, after a good ten minutes of foot march you reach a small Buschland with surprisingly thick greens blocking the view. You manage to make out a dime fire somewhere in through the branches to find Roadhog sitting near the fire, gazing into the flames.
The giant of a man doesn't look up at you, only grunting a raspy: "Where have you been?" Not getting a response for a while as you place Jaime against a rock. "Sorry, I didn't mean the whole ordeal to take this much time, I just wanted to get Rat some functioning prosthetics and sneak him out in the night." You explain, and the masked man doesn't speak another word. As you are about to leave Jamie pulls on your sleeve gently. "Your not leaving, are you?" You free yourself with a swift hand gesture. "I have to go you dimwit, I don't want them to suspect you here." He looks up at you with clearly irritated eyes, as if he doesn't understand your valid concern.
You feel the icy stare of Hof rest on you constantly, from the second he had taken note of you, his vacant eyes had not ceased to surveil your ever tic. You knew he sensed there was something up, that something had happened; and it made you nervous beyond believe. What he would do to you if he knew you had even dared to kiss Jamie, oh, you didn't want to imagine it. But certain it would be violent you decide it's best to leave.
"Alright, good night then." You stutter before quickly making your way towards the base again, paced steps, not even looking back for a second. Your thoughts freely trace over today, coming to a halt at that one short moment of pure foolish paradise, and you feel the familiar warmth in your chest arise again as your fingers trace over your chapped lips absent minded, such a sweet taste, so sickeningly mellow. You wanted more of it, like a drug, a crippling addiction that would guide you to your grave, but it was a sweet death if it meant it was accompanied by this taste.
