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Contagiously Human.

[Brian Moser x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Killing was always the easiest part for him, but this… you… well, as fate would have it, that created a new problem for him. {GIF Creds: brothermoser}

WC: 1881

Category: Plot-Driven, Maybe Some Fluff/Angst…?

Someone asked me if I’d ever thought about writing Biney… and well, I decided to put my thought into actual words 🤷‍♀️

Just for some minor clarification, this is pretty much a “what if” fic in which Dexter does not end his life. This being said, I picture this taking place around season 5-6 ish.

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Hesitation.

The thing that makes or breaks a killer. The line that separates predator from prey. It's the pause between life and death, the time a man takes to make the decision, and whether he'll live to regret it or not.

He’s never had hesitation. Not once. In fact, he relishes in it; he finds peace in knowing that he can decide one way or another and be content with either outcome. It makes him a dangerous man, unpredictable, a ticking time bomb.

His baby brother, his blood, had the disease. The disease of being too much of a good person, feeling guilt, having morals, a sense of what's right and wrong. He was weak, he hesitated, and he wasn’t even aware of how much the disease was eating him alive until that Trinity Killer came around.

He was supposed to protect his brother, save him from himself, and show him the proper way of things. The way of survival. Of the hunt. But no, Brian wasn’t there to catch him. To stop him.

So, as all good brothers do, he’s here to fix him. To set him straight and rid him of the disease. Forever.

It's an easy task, really. His little brother is so trusting and caring that he'd do anything for the ones he loved. Why not start by showing him why he shouldn't?

Because clearly, the loss of his apparent wife wasn’t enough. He needed to understand, truly and absolutely, that the world would only disappoint him. It's a harsh lesson but a necessary one.

So, that led him to you. His brother’s friend from school. The woman, aside from Dexter’s poor excuse for a sister, that his brother actually cared about.

Just like him, you were naive. Trusting, too. Friendly to everyone, completely unaware of the monsters that hid in the shadows. His brother included.

You might’ve never killed someone, but with everything else, it was clear why his brother was so interested in you. He always loved the innocent ones.

So, the question was, how would he go about it? He could take you somewhere, but the element of surprise was an important factor. You had to believe you were safe and comfortable before he could make his move.

A Debra repeat? Or a more... Unique approach. He'd think about it, plan it out, and strike at the perfect moment.

He wouldn’t hesitate, after all.

When the day presented itself, the stars had aligned, and everything was just right; he made his move. It was noon, a warm Sunday.

You were in your little bookshop, reading one of the books in your free time. Business had been slow today, as most people were enjoying the weather.

You never saw him coming. He was the type to blend into the crowd, the type that you'd see once and forget about. The type you'd pass on the street without a second thought.

He had his ways, of course, and his way was simple. A simple, kind greeting. One that had your eyes lighting up as if you'd never seen another person before.

He was charming, handsome, the perfect man to lure you in. You didn’t stand a chance.

That's what led him here, picking up your fallen book and handing it to you, watching the smile that graced your lips.

A romance novel, of course. How ironic.

"Oh, uh, thank you. That’s very kind."

You smiled, a hint of blush dusting your cheeks. Far more tame than that Debra woman, thankfully. He didn’t have to fight back the urge to roll his eyes.

"Tea and romance? Can’t say I blame you." He pulled a gentle grin, one that had you blushing further, more so of embarrassment this time.

"It's the first of a series. A favorite, actually, I’ve been rereading it." You explained, holding the book to your chest. He didn’t miss the way your thumb rubbed over the spine, fond and gentle.

Just from that, he knew. He was going to have fun with you. “Believe it or not, I read the first one too. A few months ago, actually. It was quite the page-turner. The ending had me on the edge of my seat, I swear."

You laughed, soft and airy, and for a moment, he found himself smiling genuinely. His lie was working, and he couldn’t believe it was that easy.

"I've only heard mixed reviews on it.” You spoke, moving to place the book back on the shelf. "I'm glad to hear you liked it. Marienne’s death was hard, wasn't it?"

"Very." He agreed though it was a lie. He had to pretend he cared. "It was a shame; I really enjoyed the character."

"You did?" You raised a brow, surprised. “Most people didn’t. Given that she doesn’t even exist.”

Shit.

He cleared his throat, a slight pause. He was so blinded by the idea of finally getting to his brother that he'd forgotten.

You were a reader, an author; of course, you would know the ins and outs of the story. The characters, the plot, and every little detail. Why would you not?

First rule of hunting. Don’t get cocky.

"Alright, I admit. I've been caught." He gave a small shrug, his voice holding a hint of sheepishness. Maybe you’d fall for it. “I couldn’t help myself; I figured you wouldn’t appreciate my love for fantasy books."

"Fantasy?" You tilted your head, and he knew. You bought it. You were a sucker for fantasy; you didn't like it when others looked down on them.

"I'm a bit of a nerd. Guilty pleasure."

"I didn’t peg you for the fantasy type…” You raised your eyebrow, though a smile still rested on your lips—a look of amusement.

"Really? Most people can't seem to look past the collared shirt.

"No, it's not that. It's your aura." You shook your head, and now, it was his turn to raise his brow. What the hell did that mean?

"My aura?"

"Those books in your hands..” You nodded towards his bag, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your lips. "You're definitely not a casual reader. My guess is everything in there is a throwaway.”

"And that means...?"

"You're bullshit through and through. You don't like romance or fantasy. In fact, I think you absolutely hate it."

Oh. Oh, you clever thing. Now, he truly understood why his brother connected with you so much. You'd figured him out, and yet, you had no clue. You were clever, smarter than you let on.

"Alright,” He held his hands up in mock surrender. He was enjoying this; for once, someone could see through his façade. See his true self. It was a rush.

“If you’re so smart, what do I like then?"

"Hmm, let's see...” And just like that, you were off with him in tow. You were taking him along on a trip through the shelves, looking through the genres, searching and searching.

He was intrigued, his eyes locked on you, his ears drinking in the sound of your hums and contemplation. Your mind was running, spinning, thinking. You were truly in your element.

"Well, let's start with what I know. You like horror." You said, turning towards the horror section and picking up a book. "You seem like the type who enjoys the dark side of humanity and likes to see the bad guy win."

Damn.

He was almost impressed. Almost.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Eyes. They tell the most about a person. You’ve seen a lot, and it shows. I could tell just by looking at you. Your eyes are... Cold. Empty." You said, and it was then that he realized you were more observant than you appeared. Naivety might’ve not been a part of your personality, but trust was. You trusted a lot. Too much. “Are you a cop, by chance? You've got the whole detective thing going on."

"Prosthetist, actually." He answered, his hand reaching out and picking up a book at random. He wasn't a fan of fiction, not really. He preferred nonfiction; it was more realistic—less pointless details.

"Oh, wow, I was completely off. I didn’t expect that." You mused, looking up at him with those eyes. You had such an expressive face; it was amazing how easy you were to read. He could practically see the gears turning. How could he use this?

"Expected an axe murderer, did you?" He joked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe. Wouldn’t that be a twist?" You grinned a glint of amusement in your eye. “Speaking of, that’s probably what you like. Thrillers. Those kinds of stories are full of twists and turns. No one is who they appear to be. Kinda like you, hm?"

"Ouch."

"Sorry, am I being too honest?"

"No, I like it. Keep going." He was having fun. With Debra, it was exhausting. She was so stubborn, so headstrong, she never listened. It took him about three coffees just to have enough patience to deal with her sob story.

But with you, you were a breath of fresh air. He didn’t have to force himself awake or hide his boredom. He could just enjoy it, relish in the moment, and the fact that you were so easy to play with.

You pulled out three books: two thrillers and one horror. A classic and a new one. "These are what I recommend. Start with Primal Fear; that’s the one I believe you'll like the most. The first one might take you a while, but if you stick with it, the sequel will be worth it.

He reached forward, his hand brushing over yours, his touch lingering as he took the book. He purposely brushed his thumb against the back of your hand, just enough for a spark to go through your veins.

He saw the way your breath hitched, and he smirked. This was too easy.

"Thank you, you've been a great help."

"One more thing before you go." You spoke, stopping him. His eyes moved up from the book to your own, and there he saw something that made him falter.

Something that made him freeze longer than he should have.

You had a fire behind those eyes. A flame that burned with a passion, a curiosity that threatened to eat him alive. A want, a need, to get into his head. To peel him open and look inside.

Your eyes weren't cold or empty like his. They were alive. Full of life.

"Books don’t impress women,” Your voice was low, a secret, something meant only for him to hear. “It’s the passion that opens their hearts. You have nothing if you can't show it."

"I think I've misjudged you." He spoke, his hand resting on the shelf above your head. He had no choice but to lean closer, and he felt the way your breath fanned across his skin.

"Oh?"

"Yes. You're a lot more than you appear, aren’t you?"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

The question was left unanswered. He didn't give a response because, in truth, he didn't know.

He left that day not with his brother’s cure or even the thought of him. He left with three books.

Three books and the disease he believed to be immune to…

Hesitation.

[@numetalnerd2007] Since you asked, I figured this would automatically mean you were interested. At least I hope you were 💀

That being said, please be nice to me for this one since it’s my first time writing for Biney here (and I haven’t rewatched season 1 in forever), so his character probably isn’t 100% solid. It’s a work in progress 🙏✨

Also, for all my Joe Goldberg fans out there, did you catch the reference I made? I see a slight resemblance between Brian and Joe, so I wanted to sneak it in a little something. I think it’s the hair, honestly.

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 11: truck repairs and the treaty.

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The next morning I spent most of the morning in the kitchen grading papers, Eleazar went home to hunt a little after I got up. Bella then walked into the kitchen with an usually happy attitude.

“good morning” she said opening the fridge. My head shot up confused. “what's that supposed to mean?”

Bella shrugged and poured herself some orange juice. “nothing... Good morning”

I hummed and looked back down at the essays I was grading. Bella quitely sat down at the tabe with me and took a sip of her drink. She cleared her throat and looked at me, I ignored her as i tried to get my work done. “you look nice today”

I sighed and looked down at the the sleep clothes I had yet to change out of, it was one of Eleazar's black long sleeves and basketball shorts. “What do you want?”

Bella looked shocked. “What? I can't compliment my sister?” As Bella failed to be suck up I shut my folder, she was always overly nice when she wanted something.

“what is it Bella?” I asked, Bella threw her head back and sighed. “my truck won't start”

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my face. I got up to get my coffee cup in the sink. “get Dad's tools and I'll see what I can do”

Bella immediately jumped out of her seat. “t-thanks!”

When Bella met me outside she carried a bucket of water and Dad's red metal tool box. “I'm just gonna walsh it while you d-do whatever... I'll stay out of the way”

I rolled my eyes and lifted the hood, as I did another pickup truck pulled up. I smiled as Seth and Harry hopped out.

“Hey, y/n” Seth smiled and immediately hugged me.

“hey kid” I said turning back to the truck I promised I'd try and fix. “What ya doing?” he asked.

“trying to see why Bella's truck won't start” Harry came up to us to examine the damage. “you might need a new battery in it”

“yeah... There's one in the garage” I mumbled as tightened a couple of rattling Bolts. Charlie came out to great his friend as Seth left to retrieve the battery.

“ready for the big game?” Charlie smiled. Harry held up a six-pack with a smile. I totally forgot dad invited Harry and Billy over today. The two men walked back inside, as they entered the house Duke exited and greeted Seth who just got back with the battery.

“you might have to change the oil too” Seth said sticking his had under the hood with me. As we examined it the whole truck shook. Seth immediately jerked back as the hood was quick shoved back up before it could come down on us.

“I think I just died for a second... That was some Christine crap” Seth said tumbling backwards on his ass.

I looked up and saw Edward on top of the hood of the truck and Eleazar next to the hood that almost decapitated us.

Edward glared up at his nephew “¡imbécil! bajate de ahi(moron! Get down from there)”

“could you act human? We got Neighbors” Bella added. Edward jumped down and immediately apologized to me and Seth. “sorry guys”

“it's alright, just took me by surprise” I said then looked over a Seth who was still setting on the gravel. He let out a sigh then fell backwards. I rolled my eyes and waved him off. “he's fine”

Edward nodded then turned to Bella. Eleazar turned to me as I continued to fidle with the truck. “what's the problem?” he asked.

“it won't start... I just put a new battery in it though” I said. Eleazar moved to my sighed and figited with a few things. “get in the truck and try to turn it on”

I did and after a few tries we had running. I hopped out of the truck and smiled triumphantly. “thanks”

“your welcome” he smiled and leaned down to kiss me. We started to pull away as Billy and Jacob pulled up. Eleazar looked up slowly then leaned against the truck uncomfortable. I gave him a weird look. “what's up?”

“I'll explain later, I promise” he said nodding towrds the Black's. I looked over and watched Seth and Jacob help Billy in his wheel chair. Edward had already took off leaving Bella confused.

“your got a rivalry with them?” I whispered. Beofer he could awnser Jacob came up to me with a big smile.

“hey, Jake haven't seen you in a while” as he gave me a hug I could see Billy staring Eleazar down. I quickly cleared my throat and looked in between my family friends and my boyfriend.

Before I could try and make peace my dad came outside with Harry. “oh shit you haven't met my dad yet...” I mumbled.

“I know your dad, he's a friend of Carlisle” he whispered back as Dad and his buddies talked about fried fish.

“you haven't met him as my boyfriend though” I said threw my teeth. I hushed conversation was cut off when dad turned around to us with a questioning look. I cleared my throat and took Eleazar's hand.

“this isn't how I wanted you to meet him but, dad this is my boyfriend Eleazar”

Dad shook his hand. “your Carlisle brother-in-law, right?” Eleazar nodded. “nice to meet you”

“yep pleasure” Dad scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “so your welcomed to join us, we're just watching the game”

Eleazar smiled politely. “thank you for the offer, but me and your daughter we're just gonna go out for a bit”

Even if I was confused I nodded along hoping to get us away from the tention that was building up.

“welp, have fun” dad sighed and led his friends in side, Duke followed along knowing Billy had food. Bella thanked the both of us for fixing the truck and went inside with her bucket of water.

I let out a sigh of relief and turned my back to Eleazar to shut the hood of the truck. As I did I felt a pair of cold hands on the exposed skin on my hip where my shirt got bunched up. I llet out a playfully yelp sprised at the sudden temperature. I quickly turned around saw Eleazar machivious grine.

“really?” I chuckled. Eleazar smiled and backed me up against the truck. I felt his hands fell to the back of my thighs and effortlessly lift me up on the hood. I leaned down to kiss him as my arms wrapped around his neck pulling his body closer to me.

“so.. I need your help” he said, training kisses from my colerboan up to my neck. “oh really” I sighed, lacing my fingers through his dark hair. It started get harder and harder to concentrate as he started to nibble and leave kisses on the more sensitive spots on my neck.

“si, we're suppose to bring you and Bella over tomorrow and Alice and Esme got the idea to cook” he mumbled in between kisses.

I let out sigh. “Eli... My dad could see us” I let out a small whimper as he nipped at the sensitive spot just below my ear.

“what was that?” he chuckled and brushed his nose against my neck. I let out a groan and placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned back just enough where we could make eye contact.

“Alice put me in charge of getting food” he said rolling his eyes “could you please come to the store with me to get food? " he asked as I figited with his back cardigan.

“when was the last time you actually step foot in a grocery store?” I teased.

“see, that's why I needed help” he smiled softly. I nodded as I leaned up and connect our lips again. We then pulled apart when we heard something hit the truck. I looked up and saw Bella chucking pencils at her truck from her bedroom window.

I looked up. “please don't do that on my truck” she said from above us. I gave her a shit eating grine and pulled Eleazar back in for a kiss as I flipped her the bird.

We got intruped again by Eleazar's phone buzzing. He sighed and looked at the text from Alice.

'remember, your on schedule' - Alice

Eleazar rolled his eyes. “I just love having a niece that has visions about me every five minutes” he joked as he helped me off the truck.

I chuckled as we got into his car. About ten minutes into the car ride I got to thinking about why Billy and Harry we're acting the way they did towrds Eleazar. “so what happened back there? Why did billy act like he was about to ram you with his wheelchair”

Eleazar sighed. “there's a treaty between us and their tribe... Basically we keep each other's secrets and we don't go onto each other's lands.”

“I'm guessing they don't trust you guys” I said softly. “correct” he said simply.

“you don't seem to have a problem with leah and Seth, they're from the Rez” I said.

“Leah is your best friend and I have no place to complain about it... The Black's and Uleys have had problems with us for centuries and I'm not one to hold it against the ones who have no idea about it”

“Leah and Seth haven't even phased... They just think the leadgens are just stories” I said. “frankly, I could care less about the treaty... I just follow it for the family's sake” he said as I nodded.

We got the grocery store and got the supplies that we needed, Alice wanted us to get ingredients for an Italian dinner. We got out of there faster than I expected and we took the groceries to his house, Bella had no idea what we were planning.