Unedited AF, but I wanted to post tonight
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Fūck.
Fūck, fūck, shītting fūck!
This was not happening.
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"_ _, get your backside down here, now!" A loud roar bellowed from below as you were called for breakfast.
Stuffing everything in your oversized black bag, you raced down the stairs, hopping your way into your beat up Vans™ at the bottom.
Making your way into the dining room you realised you had stayed in your room a lot longer than you'd thought. Everyone else had just about finished eating and were heading about their business.
"Good morning, my dear. Late night, was it?"
A cocked eyebrow accompanied the sly remark made from behind the Financial Times as you plopped into your seat. The man only retired to his coffin for about an hour at a time and couldn't understand those who actually liked sleep. Wānker.
"Mornin' Uncle T."
Ignoring him on the whole, you waited whilst some supposedly hired help Theo had procured poured coffee in your mug and scurried back to the kitchen to whip up your daily eggs and bacon.
Jerome sat to the right of you, shovelling eggs in his face as he probably had been for the past hour. He barely spared you a glance whilst there was food on the table.
"I need you two out recruiting again today, _ _. You think you can handle this clown all day?" Theo signalled towards the usually handsome man with egg yolk dripping down his chin.
"Uh, actually Uncle T, I'm not feeling great. Can we rain-check til tomorrow?"
You averted your eyes from his all-knowing ones as you took a sip of strong black coffee.
Bile immediately began to rise in your throat at the first taste. Quickly gulping, you swallowed it back down as Theo peered over at you.
"You do look very pale, _ _. Perhaps a day in bed is what the doctor ordered." He nodded thoughtfully.
He was a caring man in his own way. Theo had taken you in when your parents had had enough of you and kicked you out. Theo had 'taken care' of them and you honestly couldn't have given less of a fūck. They never wanted you anyway.
One of the maids brought over a tray laden with crispy bacon and fried eggs with runny yolks and laid it in front of you. The food looked amazing, but the instant the scent of fried food touched your nose you were heaving like you'd just downed a tray of Sambuca shots.
Bolting from the room, you stumbled on your way to the nearest bathroom. Had this have been a cartoon, Theo and Jerome would now be staring at a _ _-shaped hole in the wall.
Retching and heaving noises were all that met Jerome's ears as he waited outside the bathroom. He certainly wasn't about to ask to come in. He wasn't that clueless.
"Jerome?" A voice drawled from the end of the corridor. "Make sure _ _ goes straight back to bed. Look after her and bring her anything she needs. No one else sees her."
With a quick turn on his heels, Theo made his way towards his office, leaving Jerome to wait and then hide you. Yes, hide. If there was one thing did not like, it was sickness. Sickness was taken as a weakness and the Galavan's were anything but weak. Hence, no one would even hear a sniff of your current predicament if he could help it.
"You ok, doll?" A sharp rap came at the door. "You can't have much left in you now."
Ah, the ever subtle Jerome.
"I'll be.." cue retch "...out in a minute."
Yeah, this was definitely happening.
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"You good in there or have you melted away?"
The voice sounded muffled and far away, probably something to do with the mountain of blankets covering every inch of your body, including your head.
"Go 'way, J. I just wanna be left alone." You mumbled out.
Suddenly the blankets were ripped off of your head and a smirking upside down face peered at you.
"Well hello there, gorgeous. Your face is on fire, _ _." A sharp poke to the cheek followed before he continued. "Fancy repeatin' that for me now you're not buried alive?" He raised his eyebrows and waited on an answer.
Groaning, you tried to wiggle further under your remaining blankets.
"Just wanna be by myself, J. I'll see you later, yeah?"
With that you rolled over, facing the wall, away from Jerome's probing eyes.
A few minutes passed in silence before he let out a loud huff and you felt the bed dip behind you. Moulding his body to yours you felt a soft kiss being placed to the back of your head.
Big softie.
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*Flashback*
"UNCLE T!"
Your voice bellowed through the halls as you tried to find him.
"I NEED THE KEYS FOR TH-"
You stopped in your tracks at the sight that met your eyes. Before you six of Gotham's craziest bāstards were bound in your very own living room.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Got yourself quite the collection here, Uncle Theo."
You wandered down the line, sizing them up, before stopping in front of the grinning ginger one.
Smirking, you let your eyes trail up and down his body.
"Hiya, handsome."
A sharp cough brought you out of your revere. Slowly and purposely swinging your head round to look at Theo over your shoulder, you pouted.
"Can I keep this one, Uncle T? Pwitty pwease." Fluttering your lashes, you tried to charm your uncle.
He was not amused.
"Didn't you need something, _ _?"
Dangling the keys to your favourite ride, he shot you a pointed look. Skipping over, you grabbed them from his outstretched hand and beamed.
"Love you, Uncle T."
Continuing skipping, you past an amused Jerome. Pausing, you turned and smacked a kiss on his left cheek before winking and skipping away. You didn't bother waiting to be reprimanded by Theo.
You were looking forward to having him around.
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A dream of a pleasant memory broke you from your slumber. The feeling of being half asleep didn't last long. A horrible sensation radiated through your body. Your palms became clammy, heat rushing up your chest, flushing your face and making you queasy.
A large palm rubbed soothing circles on your stomach as you lay curved against Jerome. The action caused a sudden wave of fear. Sitting up quickly, you wondered how you'd found yourself here.
Well, you knew how and why. Jerome had fairly quickly commandeered your attention. Soon he was in your head, your bed, and in your knickers. You'd like to pretend you made him chase you, but who the fūck would believe that.
A rough, gravely voice rumbled from behind you as the arm remained tucked round your waist.
"What's gon' on, _ _? You've been jumpy as fūck." A sigh followed before mumbling under his breath. "Galavan's never get sick, huh?"
His attitude grated on your last nerve as you snapped round to face him. Seething, you growled through gritted teeth.
"I'm not sick, Jerome. This whole damn thing is your fault, ya hear me?" You jabbed your finger into his chest to further emphasis your point. "All. Your. Stupid. Fault."
With that, you made to get out of bed and get the hell away from him. A hand shot out, gripping your upper arm in a painful hold, keeping you on the edge of the bed. Jerome sat behind you, his other hand tilting your bed sideways, peering at your face with an unamused look.
"There's only so much shīt I'll take, _ _. You better watch how you talk to me. Galavan or not, I will kill you." He murmured into your ear, his hot breath washing over your skin.
Sighing, you shook off his grip and turned to face him. He might act tough but he knew you'd give as good as you got.
"Talk to me, _ _. Wha's going on? Ya sick of me now? Every time I touch you, you act like I've electrocuted you. I mean, I know we're into some kinky shīt but we're not there yet." Cocking his head to the side, he flashed a cheeky smile.
Groaning, you figured it was time to face reality. This was happening, and he had to know. This wasn't something you could keep to yourself.
"J. I- I don't know how to say this-". Taking a deep, shaky breath, you thrust your bag towards him and looked away, waiting for him to explode.
"Uh, I don't get it... Are you telling me you spent $300 on new earrings instead of stealing them? Cause I don't care if you wanna be by the book, baby."
Confused, you looked at his hand and seen an old receipt in his hand. Dumbass.
Yanking the bag back from him, you rummaged around inside, looking for the wad of tissues you stuck in there earlier.
"Not that, Jerome. This."
Finding what you were looking for, you held it up in the air. A long, pristine white stick with a blue cap on the end; your future emblazoned on the small window.
"Congratulations, Valeska. We're gonna be fūcked up parents."
A/N
Hey guys,
How've ya been?
I've been M.I.A. for a bit... but I'm back with a bang. Well, with the consequence of a few bangs (?).
Anyway...
Until next time, maniacs.
- Ellie