Adopted By Pierce The Veil’s Vic Fuentes?! (An Adopted By PTV Fanfic)

When we got to the house, Mikey was outside with Jaime, throwing a football around while a woman and Tony lounged in lawn chairs, watching the game. "Tony, c'mon!" Jaime whined as we pulled up. "They're here!" Mikey dropped the football, smiling. I gulped, my nervousness obvious to Vic. "Hey, relax, they'll love you." He smiled at me. "But...what about the boy thing?" I asked him. He shrugged, in thought. "I mean, you should tell them eventually, cause they will find out, but...it's up to you to decide when to tell them."
"Thanks, Vic."
"'Course, now c'mon, Mike is dying to meet you, literally."
I looked out of the windshield and laughed. Mikey was on the ground. "COME ON, I WANNA MEET HER!" HE screamed, and I winced at the misgendering. Vic smiled sympathetically. "Come on."
When we got out, Mikey asked, "Can I hug you?" I blushed, "Y-yeah, of course, Mike!" As he hugged me, Jaime squealed, "She's a fan!" Everyone laughed, but I could tell Mike felt me tense up. "You okay?" He asked, pulling back, making the others look at me, and I swallowed heavily. "I'm...yeah, I'm okay." Vic gave me a look, which caught the two men's eyes. "What, what is she not telling us--"
"I'm not a girl." I snapped, and they stared at me, which is right when Tony and the girl walked up. "Wait, you're...not a girl?" Jaime asked, eyes wide, and the girl frowned in confusion while Tony just raised an eyebrow at me.
"I..." I gulped. "I'm a...uh, trans male...named Parker." I blurted finally.
Silence.
"Awesome! Sorry, I didn't mean to say 'she' so much, I--"
I laughed, "It's fine, Mikey, you didn't know."
The girl smiled. "Hiya, Parker, I'm Chloe, I'm Mike's girlfriend." I smiled, "Hi." We all stood there for a moment. "Can we go in yet?" Jaime blurted, and we all laughed, agreeing. "I can show you to your room, honey." Chloe offered. "Oh, sure!" So while the guys began dinner, Chloe led me up the stairs. "This is it!" She threw open a door. The walls were a basic cream, while the hardwood floors gleamed and there was a window (with a window seat with a bookshelf under it!) and a balcony with a door.
"Wow, this is amazing!" I smiled. "Right? Alright, hon, go ahead and unpack, dinner should be done in two hours, okay?" I nodded, and she left, closing the door. I put everything away and finally finished in an hour/30 minutes. "PARKER, DINNER'S READY!" Vic yelled. "WHo's Parker--OH YEAH!" Mike screamed. I laughed, going down the hall.
We ate in a comfortable silence until Jaime choked on his pasta at something Mikey told him in his ear. I giggled, and Jamie coughed heavy, then glared at the younger Fuentes. Mike giggled nervously, and Jaime hit him. "Ow, what the fuck?!"
"Don't make me choke!"
That was when I choked, and everyone stared at me. "What, I'm a teenager!" I defended myself. They all just kept staring until Tony, who'd been trying not to laugh, snorted, and then we were all laughing. I like Tony's smile...I thought. I stopped my thoughts in a screeching stop. What the fuck, I barely met the man!
"Parker?"
I jerked to attention. "What, I'm sorry..."
Tony chuckled, "It's okay, I asked if you wanted to watch a movie with us."
I eyed him skeptically. "What genre?" I said, and Mike laughed. "Horror." Tony simply said, then backtracked. "Unless you're scared, then we don't have to--"
"Nah, I'm kidding, yeah, let's do it!"
"SWEET!" Jaime screamed. I laughed.
Well, we ended up watching a movie called Brightburn, then Sinister, and let me tell you now, I was freaked out. Although I wasn't showing it (much), I guess Vic felt me shaking. He stretched, pausing the movie. "Aww, dude!" Jaime yelled. "It was getting good," Tony mumbled, frowning. "Listen, we're all enjoying it, yes, but I want Parker to sleep early since we've got a big day tomorrow, so let's all go to bed, got it? We can finish it tomorrow afternoon." Vic hinted, and the guys groaned, trudging up the stairs. "Thanks for not telling them directly that I was scared."
He smiled, "Sure thing, but you really should go to bed, Parker."
"Alright, goodnight."
"Night!" He chirped.
That night...
*Parker's Nightmare*
I was running through the halls of an unfamiliar house until I breezed by a slightly-familiar picture. I slowed, turning back and examining it. I gasped. It was my mom before she died! I knew where I was now.
"Xeeeennaaaaa~" Someone sang. I started to cry. I realized I was a little 8-year old girl again. I looked around frantically. I saw a closet with a lock on the inside, so I began to run towards it. "Parker!" A male voice shouted. "Huh?" I turned to see Mikey, blood dripping down his face, a giant stain of crimson on his left rib area. "Mikey, your face! Y-you're side--" I screamed. He just quickly grabbed me and shoved me into the closet. "Stay here, goddamnit, stay there, I'm gonna get Tony to stay with you! No matter what you hear, you need to stay put, got it?!" I nodded quickly, more tears staining my cheeks. "Mikey, what's going on?!" I screamed, but he'd shut the door. "Don't lock it yet, Tony's coming!"
"Okay!"
Silence, and then the screaming started. "No!" I almost ran out, but I remembered Mikey's words so I stayed put, waiting for Tony. The doors whooshed open, and Tony smiled. "Are you okay?" He asked, and then a male screamed, "TONY, GET HER OUT!" Another scream and Vic tore down the hall, gasping. "TONY, GET HER AND GO! You need to leave, protect her, now!"
Tony nodded, easily picking my child's body up. "Let's go, Parker, okay?"
"No, what about them?!" I screamed. Tony's face fell. "We can't..." He choked on his words and we ran down the stairs. I gasped as I saw him start to sob. "We can't save them, Parker..."
"NO!" I thrashed, but Tony gripped tight. "Parker, please--" A loud BANG sounded, and I covered my ears. I screamed as I suddenly fell, grunting as I hit the hard grass-covered ground ad rolled. Tony lay on the ground, and he was coughing, face in the grass, gasping and groaning in pain. "Go, behind that tree, and do NOT let him see you!"
"Who?!"
"GO!"
I hid behind the tree as a man's shadow loomed over Tony. I gasped softly, barely a breath, eyes wide. It was my father, my real father. He laughed at Tony's struggling figure. "What's wrong, boy? Injured leg?" He stomped on Tony's leg, which was bleeding, and Tony screamed, and it was the most heartbreaking, broken, inhuman scream I've ever heard. Tears gushed down my face. Tony! I sobbed in my head. John stomped on his leg again, and I heard a sickening POP/CRUNCH! Tony choked on his own scream as a muffled grunt/scream came out, eyes squinched shut, blood on the grass around him. He began coughing up the crimson liquid heavily, the blood staining his teeth and lips red and pink, and his body jerked as if he got shocked.
"Xena, where the fuck are you--" John began.
"Leave her alone!" Another voice shouted, and Vic, face bloody and arm twisted at a very wrong angle at his side, glared at John, who smirked. "I fucked you up good, didn't I?" He snapped. I grew angry but dared not move. Suddenly, John swung up a pistol. "You stole my daughter away, so now you'll die like the other two!"
Mike and Jamie are dead?! I screamed in my head. New tears fell. John pulled the trigger...
Right as Tony jumped in front of Vic. "NO!" I screamed, coming out from behind the tree. I stared, horrified, at my body as Tony's hot, wet blood washed over me like a tidal wave, coating me in red. "Ah, Xena, there you are. Now...watch your Daddy die!" And he pulled the trigger again, and a hole appeared above Vic's left eyebrow. "NO!" I screamed, watching Vic fall, broken, bloody, and...dead.
*Nightmare over*
"VIC!" I screamed bloody murder, gasping, unable to focus on anything. I heard several loud thumps and screams. "PARKER?!" I heard Tony scream. I didn't hear him because I was cowering under my bed, gasping, tearing at my scalp, scratching my skin. I could still feel Tony's blood on me, hot, wet, and very uncomfortable. I screamed again, but Tony's name slipped through my clenched jaw, out of gritted teeth and out chapped lips.
"Parker--Parker, where are you?" Vic's voice yelled. They were definitely all in my room now.
I still screamed for Tony, and he saw my feet under the bed and pulled me out gently.
I screamed, fighting my way out of his grip, blind with terror. "Parker! Parker, it's okay, hey!" Mike tried calming me down as Tony grabbed my shoulder, saying, "Parker, it's okay--"
"Tony, don't!" Vic screamed. Too late. I screamed, lashing out, decking Tony in the jaw pretty good. He stumbled, grunting, almost tripping over his big feet. I was still crying for Tony, I realized. "Parker, Tony is right here!" Mike said gently. I slowly began to calm. "No, no, no, he killed him!" I yelled, sobbing. "H-his...he killed him, and he's dead, I can't, I need Tony!" I yelled. I didn't notice the guys freaking out silently, wondering what the fuck do we do?
"Parker, what happened?" Jaime asked carefully. I basically gave them a summary of my dream."A-and I can still f-feel his b-blood on me, and I can't w-wash it off, it s-sticks to me!" I sobbed loudly. Suddenly, tattooed arms wrapped around me, but I still saw John's arms. "No!" I screamed, but I didn't see the guys start forwards. "Don't move." Tony's voice snapped. "But he-"
"I know," Tony said simply. The others, from what I could see in my blurred teary vision, were frowning. "P-please, let me go, I'm sorry..." I whimpered. Tony just squeezed me tighter, and I realized belatedly, I can hear his heartbeat. I took shallow breaths, listening to the thump-thump of his heart. Without knowing it, my breathing came slower than my previous 100-mph breathing. It continued to slow as Tony rested his chin on my head. He wasn't even rocking me or moving at all, just...holding me, and I realized something. I'd needed to be held. I needed to be loved like he was loving me now, and I needed comfort, something I haven't gotten since 13. I was aware of Tony humming something, and that my eyes were sliding closed. "How the fuck do you do that, Tony?" Jaime hissed. "Shut up." Tony paused his humming to say, and I shifted, pushing my face into his chest, half-asleep and frowning. He stood, picking me up, laying me in bed. "I'll be out there in a minute, let--" He froze as he stepped away and I grabbed his wrist. "Can you *yawn* stay?" I said sleepily. I saw him look at Vic. "She needs you, so you better stay." was all Vic said. Tony nodded, and he cuddled me. I fell right back to sleep.
In the morning...
I woke up next to an empty but warm side of the bed. Memories of last night flashed like bulbs through my head. I started crying, and I guess Mike heard me. "Are you okay?" He asked, adn I shook my head.

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