And, just for a moment, he can pretend. Pretend he was sixteen again, and he'd come back from patrol. When everything was more simple. Before everything went tits up. Dig the dirt out from under his nails. Drain the blood from his matted hair and spit it out his mouth like none of it was ever there. Free himself of his second skin.
But the shower looks like a murder scene when he opens his eyes. Bright red and murky brown paint the walls and shower floor like watercolour. And it's just another cruel reminder, like the teeth marks baring his throat, for what's to come, about what's really happening.
He takes his time to clean himself up, detangling his hair with shaky fingers and cleansing it with shampoo until the red water runs clear. Scrubs his face under the spray of icy water, gathering a pool of it in his open mouth and sloshes it around before spitting it out again. He's grateful he hasn't spat a tooth out yet.
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⚠️TW: RAPE/EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, EDWARD IS NOT A GOOD PERSON, FTM TRANSGENDER JACOB, JACOB HAS A VAGINA⚠️
This fanfic will also be available on my Ao3: @Minkkk
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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