#Mentions of Rape

[jewish-vents]

people are against homophobia unless it's a gay idf soldier, and then they all make memes of him. people are against racism until an ethiopean idf soldier is killed, and then it's "d*e n*gger". people are against r*pe until an israeli hostage speaks up about it, and then she's either lying, deserved it, or enjoyed it. people are against body shaming until it's a fat idf soldier, and then it's cool game. people are against harassment and bullying until the chance arises for them to tell a terror victim to kill themselves.

people are against things until they find a reason to justify it with "antizionism" because they don't see us as human beings.

oh, but don't forget, they'll still find a way to make up lies about gay marriage not being legal in israel, or about black people not having any rights.

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#jewish vents #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #antisemitism on tumblr #israel #mentions of rape #mentions of racism

[the-lady-maddy]

#endisraelsgenocide #israeli terrorism #iof terrorism #israeli war crimes #iof war crimes #iof rapists #iof murderers #iof terrorists #palestine #gaza #basic human rights #human rights violations #womens rights #mentions of rape #tw rape #i stand with palestine 🇵🇸 #free gaza #free palestine 🇵🇸 #gaza strip #free palestine #gazaunderattack #palestine resources #israel is a terrorist state #israel is an illegal occupier #israel is a genocidal state #israel is a war criminal #israel is an apartheid state #israel is evil #israel is committing genocide #Instagram

[grayson1996]

*In a world where Damian finds out what Talia did to Bruce to conceive him. Dick and Bruce have a conversation in the aftermath*

(Trigger Warning Sexual Assault)

****

“I was raped.” 

Bruce’s eyes darted back to his eldest, the words only barely sinking in before a pit of horror curdled its way down into his stomach. Dick, for his part, just watched him. With the same nonchalance of someone describing an inevitable cold front in December. His sons face unnaturally blank and as neutral as the words had been. 

Almost immediately the investigator came to the forefront of his mind, flooding him with questions. When, where, how, who? How old were you? How did I not know? He replayed the last two decades of their shared lives and picked apart relationships and injuries, kidnappings and hostage situations. All within what felt to be a millisecond. The questions were already poised to escape, sitting at the precipice of the tip of his tongue when Bruce finally noticed something behind the calm facade Dick was putting up. A strange held tension in the set of his sons shoulders. The quick curling and uncurling of fingers that Dick did whenever he felt the cold stirrings of anxiety flood to his hands.

Bruce pushed back Batman with a firm and persistent shove. Now was not the time. 

“I didn’t know.” Dick gave him a small bitter smile, tension draining only slightly. As though he too had been waiting to see which part of Bruce would react first.

“I didn’t tell you.” That didn’t matter, it was his job to notice when something was wrong with his children. Surely Dick would have shown signs, his eldest was notorious for wearing his heart on his sleeve.

“I should have known.” Dick shook his head and gave him another sad smile.

“I’m good at hiding things when I have to be. You know better than I, that it’s better to distract someone with the truth then with a lie.” And Dick, who was always so quick with an ‘I love you’ and a genuine word, would never be accused of keeping something from others. Not when he was already giving out so much.

“Why are you telling me this now?” For a moment Bruce regretted his words, which sounded to much like a dismissal and not enough like the confusion he was feeling. Dick however took no offense, knowing better then most what Bruce was actually trying to say.

“The first time was about ten years ago.” The first time? The disgust weighed heavier, sinking deeper into his stomach. “Ten years ago... You know Damian turned ten a month after showing up here?” The sound of his youngest name caused Bruce to tense. Reminding him of the reason they were having this conversation in the first place.

“And?” Dick gave him a fond yet bemused look.

“And… If a kid showed up on my doorstep today claiming to be my son. Calling the person who made me feel weak, who used me, ‘Mom’… I don’t know if I could open up my home to him. I don’t know if I could see past her to him.” 

‘Like you have’ was the unspoken sentiment and once again Bruce couldn’t help but feel like Dick was given him to much credit. As much as he loved Damian, Bruce couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t giving the boy enough. Enough attention, enough love, enough trust. He had never blamed him for Talia and never would but it still felt like he was doing everything wrong. Like he’d never snapped out of the surprised stupor that had appeared now nearly three years ago when Damian first showed up at the Manor. Bruce didn’t know how to vocalize any of this however so he just commented on what Dick had said. Defending Dick, even if it was from Dick himself, was something he could do.

“You would’ve.” Dick gave him another smile.

“Maybe.” It was clear his son didn’t believe him. “I don’t know... What I do know is that you did. And while you’ve made mistakes and you’re not perfect, and no one is asking you to be, you need to cut yourself some slack Bruce.”

“Damian needs someone better then me. Someone who won’t blame him for existing-”

“Do you blame him?” Bruce gave him an aghast look, as though the mere insinuation was offensive.

“Of course not.”

“Then don’t put that on yourself if you don’t believe it.” Dick gave a heavy sigh, shifting in his seat next to the Batcomputer, his costume which was still covered in Gotham grime dug into his body. Bruce could feel his own costume itching all over him and not for the first time since they came tumbling back to the cave, since Damian went storming off into the Manor, he wished to pry it off and take a long shower. “You need to talk to him”.

“He hates me.” Dick reached a hand out and laid it on Bruce’s shoulder.

“I promise you he doesn’t… But he’s just found out what Talia did to you. To get him, and he’s going to internalize that Bruce, if you don’t talk to him. He’s going to superimpose this knowledge over every interaction you’ve had and he’s going to decide you hate him for existing. Then he’s going to hate himself too.”

“That’s not how I feel.” Dick smiled at him again.

“I know that and you know that... But it wouldn’t hurt to clue him in to.” Dick was right, as his son usually was, and after a moment Bruce pulled himself up and glanced up the stairs to the manor.

“Why did you tell me all this?” The question was a repeat of his earlier one and Bruce heard Dick stand up next to him.

“Got to give a little to get a little B.” The words were too carefree and didn’t match Dick’s tone, Bruce turned his gaze back on him and caught an unusually serious look on his sons face. Both just stared at one another for a moment before Dick spoke again. “I didn’t know either, until today… what Talia did to you. I”m sorry.” Bruce gave him a tight smile. I don’t know about you either.

“I’m sorry too.”

#batman #nightwing #bruce wayne #dick grayson #bruce and dick #batfamily #BATFAMILY FICLET #mentions of rape

[fanfic-obsessed]

I KEEP FORGETTING TO ASK.

You've got this bit in the funny Niche fic about himbo Anakin's understanding of sex "Which is a convergence of the remnants of what he, as a 9 year old, understood of Sex in a culture where one being can own others with all of the trauma entails and the Naboo human cultural attitude of monogamous, soul mates for life, no sex before marriage." And I wanted to ask if you were still willing to talk about? Cause I can kinda see how those two would converge but am interested.

I am so happy you asked, no one ever asks me about this kind of stuff and that sometimes make me sad.

So we start with 9 year old slave in a slave culture. In the slave part of the culture sex, and frankly most forms of affection, are very much kept behind closed doors so that the Masters do not know who to target. By contrast Master that choose to find sexual release with their slave is very much not behind closed door. Yeah there it may be frowned on to find it happening in the open but more from the 'Dude your dick is out' kind of vibe, rather than a 'you are assaulting someone behind a dumpster and that isn't cool' kind of way.

So all of young Anakin's exposure to the act of Sex is violent and traumatizing. He wants nothing to do with such act and associates all sex with those acts. Had he been part of that culture he would have been introduce to actual sex instead of assault as he got older. The Jedi focus before everything on consent, and have not one but a whole series of sex ed type classes. Of them the first is the only required class, and they focus heavily on consent but don't really tie it to sex in a way that would have made it clear that what Anakin had seen wasn't sex until one of the later classes. Anakin was so sure he wanted nothing to do with sex, that he chose not to take any of the additional classes. He was not the only Padawan to decide to do so, so the Jedi shrugged and moved on. Neither party ever really managed to figure out that they meant vastly different things when they said sex.

Which also contributed to Anakin's idea that Obi Wan had never had sex. Because Obi Wan would never be associated with the acts that Anakin was thinking of, which is not entirely wrong.

Now we fast forward to meeting Padme again. At some point before they get married Padme gently explains to him that sex before marriage is immoral. A way of telling him that they would not be having sex then, which Anakin is fine with. So after they marry and do have sex, Anakin spends a few moment silently freaking out about why this is so different from what he remembered witnessing as a child and if that makes him as bad as the masters that he wanted to do it again, before what Padme had told him about sex outside of marriage and it just clicks for him. He figures that the horror and violence of the acts in his memories was due to sex being outside of marriage, as slaves could not legally get married, instead it being horrifying and violent and an assault, not sex.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #anakin skywalker #mentions of rape #Mentions of slavery

[flippythegodzilla]

Here you go all chapter 4 just to warn you mentions of rape in this chapter it doesn’t happen but their mention

Puss past decided to bite him in the tail… twice

#pussdeath #puss in boots and the last wish #puss in boots and the city of immortals #mentions of rape #tw: rape #doesnt happen but it’s mention #WARNINGS!!!

[ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing]

You're a Prize I'd Cheat to Win (#20 Whumptober 2022)

Prompt: Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade

Fandom: Star Wars- All Media Types, Star Wars - The Clone Wars (2008)

Pairing: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Alludes to Rape/Abuse

Summary: “You can’t be serious.”

Jango looked up at Kal, who was looking at him disbelieving.

“Of course I’m serious,” Jango said, “Why would I be joking?”

“A trade? For a kid? A kid you don’t even know!” Kal snapped back, “What’s wrong with you?”

“He knows of him,” Myles mentioned, although he seemed mostly uninterested in the conversation, “Apparently he’s the fairest in the land.”

“He’s a prince,” Jango snapped back, “There’s a lotta money in rescuing a prince you know.”

“We haven’t been contracted to rescue a damn prince,” Kal argued, “We’ll be as good as kidnapping him!”

“Last I checked you can’t kidnap someone whose been kidnapped,” Jango drawled, “That’s called rescuing.”

--- Fic Under the Cut ---

“You can’t be serious.”

Jango looked up at Kal, who was looking at him disbelieving.

“Of course I’m serious,” Jango said, “Why would I be joking?”

“A trade? For a kid? A kid you don’t even know!” Kal snapped back, “What’s wrong with you?”

“He knows of him,” Myles mentioned, although he seemed mostly uninterested in the conversation, “Apparently he’s the fairest in the land.”

“He’s a prince,” Jango snapped back, “There’s a lotta money in rescuing a prince you know.”

“We haven’t been contracted to rescue a damn prince,” Kal argued, “We’ll be as good as kidnapping him!”

“Last I checked you can’t kidnap someone whose been kidnapped,” Jango drawled, “That’s called rescuing.”

“Not if you’re planning on extorting them for a ridiculous amount of money it’s not!” Kal snapped and then groaned, “Just wait until Jaster hears about this. I had one job. Keep his damn kid outta trouble and I’m helping to kidnap a prince and extort a whole fucking Republic system!”

“I’m not asking them for money,” Jango told him, offended, “I’m asking for the prince’s hand in marriage. That’s not extorting. That’s a treaty.”

“Wh- what?”

Even Myles seemed a little confused.

“His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Jango said, “He’s the second in line to be the King of Stewjon. A planet that just so happens to be in the middle of leaving the Republic. They’re looking for somewhere to go and we could use a planet as rich as that in the Mandalorian Empire. It would finally make our reach even to the Republic. We’ve got Wild Space; what’s left of the Hutt’s Empire after it was toppled; Mandalore’s original planet and colonies; and some of the Expansion zone. With Stewjon we will finally have capital almost exactly even to them. They bring in billions of credits for the Republic but they’ve been unhappy with their treatment.”

“And what makes you think he’ll want to marry you?” Myles asked, taken aback, “He’s a prince. Second in line to a throne. This isn’t some kind of daytime holodrama where you save the princess and get the girl, Jango.”

“Well,” Jango said, moving so he was facing them, “The word on the street is he’ll do anything to get out of marrying Palpatine. It was a deal made before they started having trouble with the Republic, before their parents were mysteriously murdered. He can’t make another deal in the Republic because the man is a senator from Naboo and no one will touch it. I won’t have that problem.”

“You are…” Kal trailed off, smirking, “a genius. A little, evil genius.”

“Are you serious?” Myles complained, “You’re basically forcing his hand!”

Kal shrugged, “Palps is a name I know. The man is like a million years old and then some. As far as I’m concerned, it’s probably a good deal for him.”

“How?” Myles stopped, putting his head in his hands, “How are we planning on getting him?”

Jango’s smile was concerning.

---

The door unlocked but Obi-Wan didn’t move from where he was curled up in the corner, stomach feeling like it was on fire.

He couldn’t tell if it was from the lack of food or the daily beatings that they’d started to dish out but he was sure it didn’t matter, since it all blended seamlessly with the shooting pain in his hips and cunt.

He was sure that after this he wouldn’t even be able to get Palpatine to accept his hand in marriage. Which, he supposed was what he’d wanted but…

Not like this.

He couldn’t feel his body. It was like the only thing left was a spot of hot white pain that had become him.

The guards boots got closer and Obi-Wan tensed, throwing his hands over his head in a feeble attempt to protect himself.

“Holy kriff.”

Obi-Wan didn’t move, shrinking in on himself as a hand brushed against his wrist.

“Please no,” he pleaded softly, trembling.

He didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t want to be told again where they were taking him or what they were planning on doing with him when he got there.

Breaking him in, that’s what they said they were doing now.

Obi-Wan already felt broken, he didn’t want to know what came after this.

“Can you walk?” the voice was soft but firm.

“Please no,” Obi-Wan begged again, “Please I can’t take anymore.”

“Kriff it’s worse than we thought,” the man muttered and Obi-Wan yelped as he was picked up.

“Shh,” the man shushed him harshly, pressing Obi-Wan’s face to his neck, “You’re gonna get us both in trouble. We need to make this qui…”

The man stopped, cursing again softly, “What did they do to you?”

Obi-Wan could only moan in pain, head swimming from being moved so quickly.

“Kark.”

There were a few taps on a comm, “Kal are you still there?”

“I’m around,” another voice crackled through it, “What do you need? I just got away from point one. Heading towards the rendezvous point.”

“I need you to turn around and head towards the cells,” Jango said seriously, “Create another distraction at the entrance I used. It’s gonna be rough getting out of here. He can’t walk.”

It was about then that Obi-Wan passed out again, unable to keep his eyes open as his entire head swam.

---

Obi-Wan woke up in a medbay.

There was a faint beeping and for a moment, he wondered if they’d done enough damage that they’d finally decided they needed to hospitalize him.

“There you are.”

He tensed, looking to the side and jerking back when he saw a man sitting in the plastoid chair beside him.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” the man promised, “The pirates that got you are gone. Their ship…blew up. But we got you off.”

“Who…who are you?” Obi-Wan asked softly, hands shaking as he gripped onto the blanket over his lap, “What are you- what do you want with me?”

“Ah well…this is kind of awkward now,” the man said, a hand on his neck, “But I’m Jango Fett. Son of the reigning Mand’alor, House of Mereel, Clan of Mereel. I’m-.”

“You’re Mandalorian,” Obi-Wan said in recognition, swallowing thickly, “We can…My planet will reward you handsomely for my return should you be willing.”

The man frowned, “Should I be willing? We are on our way back to Stewjon right now, your highness. No payment necessary. I must admit that I did have a request that was to be sent to you but we haven’t come all this way to save you and then not return you to your people.”

Obi-Wan relaxed a little into the blanket, “Thank you…your highness?”

The man’s nose scrunched at the title, “Just…Just Jango is fine. Or…perhaps Fett, if you’re really that against calling me by my first name.”

“Jango,” Obi-Wan said, something in his chest loosening, “Thank you.”

The relief was clear in his voice.

“I’m only sorry we couldn’t get there earlier,” Jango said softly, “I’m sorry about what happened to you while you were held captive. I had Eki—she’s the ships medical officer and one of the best—examine you and treat you for any urgent injuries, as well as a few that weren’t as urgent but seemed painful nonetheless.”

“You said…you said you have a request?” Obi-Wa n asked after a few moments of silence, “Perhaps I could be of assistance? I can get it fast-tracked should you tell me what it is you’re looking for.”

Jango’s expression turned embarrassed and his face grew a little pink, “I did but perhaps now isn’t the time to speak on it.”

“I assure you I can compartmentalize,” Obi-Wan assured him.

Jango swallowed audibly.

“Well…your highness,” Jango said clearing his throat, “It was a request for your hand in marriage…”

Hope flared in Obi-Wan’s chest.

He’d been looking for any excuse to get out of Palpatine’s clutches. It was their last tie to the Republic and the man had always made him uncomfortable. He’d welcome anyone who could get him out of the agreement and the Mandalorian Empire would have no qualms upsetting a random senator from the Republic.

…I think perhaps we should table that discussion.”

Obi-Wan’s heart sunk.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, wishing his voice wasn’t wavering as much as it was.

Of course after finding out the extent of Obi-Wan’s injuries the man would recind his offer.

He’d been planning on marrying a well respected prince after all, not what Obi-Wan had been turned into after what had happened to him.

What he’d done.

“We are about two days from Stewjon,” Jango said softly, “And then from there, I’m sure your family will be very grateful to see you.”

“No! Wait you can’t!” Obi-Wan blurted out before he could stop himself, “Please. I was taken while my family was…trying to hide me. If I step foot back on Stewjon I’m to be married to Palpatine immediately.  Please I…”

He trailed off as panic clawed at his throat.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” Jango promised, grabbing his hand to rub at the back of it.

It felt nice and soft.

Much gentler than Obi-Wan had grown used to.

“It’s not okay,” Obi-Wan croaked, “Please. Please don’t send me back there.”

The man looked deep into his eyes.

“You either marry now or be married when you arrive, don’t you?” he asked, looking sad.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan admitted, “I just need a little more time.”

The man pressed a few buttons on his comm until a voice came through it.

“What’s up alor?” the voice asked.

“Change the coordinates. We’re going home,” Jango said seriously.

“Wait. What? I thought you promised we weren’t kidnapping him!” the voice on the other side complained.

“We aren’t kidnapping him,” Jango said seriously, “But we need to get home. I need to call my buir. It seems I’m getting married after all.”

Obi-Wan sucked in a sharp breath, looking at the man hopefully.

Jango looked back at him, looking entirely too sure for a man who’d just agreed to marry someone they didn’t know, after knowing what he’d found out.

“You’re getting…motherkarker,” the man on the otherside cursed, “Mand’alor Mereel is going to have my karking head for this. Are you at least going to give him some warning?”

“I’m going to warn him,” Jango promised and then clicked off the comm without preempt.

“Are you sure?” Obi-Wan asked, voice soft and small.

“My buir’s going to love you,” the man murmured back to him, as if that was what Obi-Wan was concerned about, “And it will give you ample time to heal that you wouldn’t otherwise have.”

“The Republic isn’t going to be happy about this. And neither will Palpatine,” Obi-Wan warned, heart seizing at the thought of the man taking his warning and calling things off.

“I’m not worried about some senator the age of a mythosaur,” the man told him with a smirk, “And if it’s about pissing off the Republic? Well Mandalore will give me a metal. No need to worry about that.”

“What about…consumation?” Obi-Wan asked, voice wavering, “I’m..not sure how far we are but I will probably be healed by the time…”

“Nobody is going to be checking,” Jango cut him off, “It’s no one’s business but ours.”

Obi-Wan looked back down at the hand holding his, “But it’s your business.”

“And it’s your body,” Jango reminded him softly, “We’ll work through it, cyare. But for now you need to heal. We’ll marry to halt your current treaty and figure it out from there.”

“That sounds very thought through,” Obi-Wan said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“Why don’t you let me worry about that?” Jango said with a softer smile, “Flying around with no plan is what I’m best at.”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan choked out, collapsing over on himself, only to be pulled into a strong chest.

“You’re welcome,” Jango said softly, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you now.”

#whumptober2022 #no.20 #fetal position #star wars #fic #mentions of rape #mentions of abuse #nsfwhump #jango fett #obi-wan kenobi #jangobi #kenfetti #star wars fanfiction #musicsoul1982 whumps

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

Merope really r*ped Tom Riddle Sr. didn’t she

#I’m realising this late aren’t I #but wow #this is sickening #they should‘ve talked about the problematics of love potions more #they‘re basically date-rape drugs #harry potter #mentions of rape #rape mentioning #merope gaunt #tom riddle sr #love potions

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

I hadnt thought of this before.

Seeing the kid that was set up to be kidnapped triggering Ian's memory of Mickey getting raped at gunpoint.

I hope these are in the right order.

But anyway spreading the thoughts.

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #mentions of rape #mentions of 3x6 #mentions events of cascading failures

[harmonyverendez]

My Cara Mia | Demetri Volturi Love Story ( A Twilight Saga Fanfic)

Summary: After leaving forks and traveling with Alice Cullen to save her sister boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Arielle Swan catches the eyes of the world's most powerful tracker, Demetri Volturi and thus the start of a new dawn.

Pairings: Arielle Swan ( Oc ) x Demetri Volturi, Past! Arielle Swan x Edward Cullen.

Warnings: Mention of Torture, Violence, Mention Of Rape, Mention of miscarriage, Mention of Trauma, and mental illness.

Fandom: Twilight Saga, New Moon

Author Note- I don't own right to the twilight saga, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I only own my own character and plot.

..............................Prologue...............................

The brunette female let in a sharp breath, beside her Demetri held her hand. The others stood around her and tried to ease her pain as much as possible.

The female name was Arielle Swan, the twin sister of Isabella Swan.

She let out a scream, her mate tried to ease her pain as much as possible.

But the pain was too much, her eyes began to roll in the back of her head.

“ T-tell”.

And darkness.

#the volturi #demetri volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #Cauis volturi #Romance #Mentions of rape #Mentions of trauma #mental illness #Tw #Angst #supernatural #Fanfiction #also on wattpad #The Cullen family #femaleowned #female main character #Male main character

[jewish-vents]

i hate this webbed site sometimes - i'm in a very small fandom and have like 90% of it blocked because they deny oct. 7 and i just - if i died/was raped they'd celebrate and it's

a) fucking scary

b) fucking ANNOYING because they're all thirsting over the canonically Jewish character (which like. i get. he's hot.) but like darling he would HATE you if he were real

Many online spaces are really unsafe right now. It sucks but we have to do what we can to keep ourselves safe. Good on you for setting boundaries and blocking people.

Maybe try to get some other Jewish people into it, who knows it might work and you might grow the fandom a bit and get more people that you can actually engage with. That goes for everyone else who feels isolated in their fandoms or hobbies. Share it with us and maybe you'll make new friends who are Jewish (or allies)

-🐺

#jewish vents #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #antisemitism on tumblr #october 7 #mentions of rape

[signourneybooks]

Night Angel Nemesis | Book 4 of the Night Angel | Arc Review

Thank you to Orbit and Netgalley for the review copy in exchange for an honest review. This does not change my opinion in anyway. Book: Night Angel Nemesis (Night Angel 4 | Kylar Chronicles 1) by Brent WeeksRelease Date: April 25th 2023Tags: Epic Fantasy | Magic | Travel | Diary | Assassin Trigger/Content Warnings: Murder | Torture | Mentions of Rape | Misogyny | Blood | Child Murder |…

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#assassin #Blood #Brent Weeks #child murder #content warnings #diary #epic fantasy #Kidnapping #Kylar Chronicles #Magic #mentions of rape #Misogyny #Murder #Night Angel #Night Angel Nemesis #Torture #Travel #Trigger Warnings

[sinclair-annie]

Beautiful Scars BO & VINCENT SINCLAIR & OFC SOULMATE AU

WARNINGS: CAR ACCIDENT, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, SMUT, ABUSE, MURDER, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF RAPE, IMPLICATIONS OF A CHILD BRIDE, BODY MUTILATION, FLUFF, ANGST, PTSD, BO IS A GIANT SOFTIE

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

Since Bo and Vincent were born as one, I just can’t help but think about if they would share a soulmate. I was also wondering about the AU where you get each other’s scars- so ending up with Bo’s wrists and Vincent’s face.

Thanks you @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better​ for helping me bounce ideas!

WORDS: 10020

I kept looking behind me as I drove down the dirt highway. I knew in his mind I was his despite having left before my arranged nuptials to him.

 I was so caught up in my mind that I failed to notice that the car was going faster and faster until I was making a tight turn down another road. My car spun out of control, rolling over a few times before ending upside down on the side of the road.

 I groaned as I half dangled in my seat, being held in a safe cradle by the seatbelt. For a moment, I was disoriented as I felt blood running up my face from where my forehead had smacked into the steering wheel.

 I was suddenly aware of something wet poking my ear. My eyesight cleared up for a moment and I saw a black and white dog checking up on me. I reached out a shaky hand and weakly petted her head, a pained smile on my face.

 “You’re a good dog,” I mumbled softly, seeing work boots coming closer. I panicked for a second- he had found me- but I relaxed at a twangy voice.

 “Jonesy?” he called, his boots stopping right outside my shattered window. He ducked down and a dirty face appeared. “Oh my god- you’re alive!”

 “Yep, just hanging around,” I woozily joked before turning back to the dog. “So, your name is Jonesy, huh? What a beautiful name!”

 “Hang on- Imma get you out of there!” the man interrupted me as he crawled halfway in through the broken window, gently nudging Jonesy out of his way. He pulled a bowie knife out from his pocket and I recoiled from the sight of the wicked knife, feeling the fear racing through my veins. He shushed me as he began to saw at my seatbelt, he hand reaching out to pat my shoulder. “I know you’re frightened, but I’ll have you out of there in no time!”

 It only took him a couple minutes to cut the seatbelt away. I fell, but thankfully, he caught me. The second I was out of my car, Jonesy bounded over, her tail wagging happily as she nudged at my hand with her nose. A quiet giggle sounded from between my teeth as the man carried me over to his truck.

 “Good girl,” I mumbled, my eyesight getting blurry once more as he buckled me into his truck.

 ~xoXox~

 I slowly came to in a dark room, the only light coming from the open window. I slowly sat up, noticing that my arm was set in a sling. I reached up to gently prod at the scab that was formed over my right eyebrow and felt stiches. It was then that I realized my scarlet curls had been braided over my shoulder. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching to undo the neat braid and comb my hair back over the left side of my face. I stood, almost stumbling back as my head swam before my eyes. I braced myself against the wall and began to take slow, careful steps to the partly opened door. Before I made it, the door creaked open to reveal a tall man with an emotionless face carrying a tray of food. He paused at the sight of me before setting the tray down and slowly approaching me.

I stumbled back, almost falling; I was saved by him gently grabbing me by the shoulders. A sharp pain ripped through my arm and I screamed, causing him to pull me into his chest and hold me as I cried. He rubbed his hand up and down my spine, patiently waiting for me to calm down.

 When my crying had resorted to sniffles, he scooped me up and carried me back to the bed, gently depositing me back into the pillows and he returned to bring the tray to me. I reached out for the spoon, shooting him a questioning look when he took the spoon from my hands and dipped it into the soup, collecting some of the food and holding it up to my mouth after waving his hand to cool it.

 It was then that I noticed that his face wasn’t emotionless- he was wearing a mask. He reached out with his hand, his fingers brushing back the curls that covered the left side of my face. I flinched back, batting his hand away from me on instinct, not wanting him to touch my ugly purple and red bruise-like birthmark. He paused for a brief moment before gently tapping my pulse point with two fingers and reaching for his mask.

 I watched in silent fascination as he hooked his middle finger through his left eye and pinched his nose between his index finger and palm. He slowly pulled his mask away, hiding the left side of his face in his long hair. He took a deep breath before he pushed back his hair to reveal a heavily scarred face.

 A face that matched my birthmark perfectly.

 A gasp left my lips and I reached up with a hand to gently trace the scar, but at the last second, I drew back, scared that I would hurt him. He grabbed my hand and smiled crookedly at me, showing that he was missing a few teeth. He placed my hand on his face and covered it with his much larger hand, as though giving me permission to touch him.

 I carefully traced the injury, making sure that I wasn’t exerting too much pressure onto his face.

 “Hello handsome,” I softly crooned. Judging by his reaction, he was never complimented on his outwards appearance. His smile grew as he said something using his hands. He must’ve understood the look of confusement that I flashed him because he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pen and pad of paper. I watched as he wrote something, his penmanship beautiful to watch. He finished writing, and held the pad out for me to read.

 Hello, my beautiful soulmate

 I blinked stupidly at him before what he written sank in. I opened my mouth to correct him, that I’m not beautiful. I closed my mouth, not wanting to make him regret showing his face to me.

 He took back the pad and scribbled something.

 You are beautiful to me

 A choked sob tore from my throat before in could stop it and I threw myself at the beautiful man who was my soulmate. He caught me and held me close to his chest, my hands grasping onto his sweater to help ground myself.

 One arm was curled around my shoulders, his hand carefully cradling the back of my head while he gently stroke my back with his other hand. I relaxed fully into his hold, already half asleep.

 If this is what it was like having a soulmate, then I would happily die tomorrow having known happiness.

 ~xoXox~

 I woke up feeling the urge to pee.

 I surveyed the room I was in- art posters lined the wall, the shelves were filled with books, mostly books of literature and art textbooks, and the bed comforter was a deep navy blue. I decided that despite only meeting my soulmate a few hours ago and not knowing much about him, his bedroom suited him perfectly.

 A sleepy grunt sounded behind me; I peered over my shoulder and saw my maskless soulmate. He was tucked behind me, his arms wrapped around me as though I was going to disappear. I wanted to wake him up because I really needed to go to the bathroom, but he looked so relaxed and peaceful that I couldn’t bring myself to do so. Instead, I carefully unwrapped his arms, tucking a pillow in for him to snuggle in my absence. Before I slipped out the door, I placed a gentle kiss against his scarred cheek.

 I leaned against the wall as I inched my way towards the bathroom, pausing at every door to peek inside. I kept having to pause every half dozen steps to allow my spinning eyesight to reorient itself.

 “What do you think you’re doing?”

 I jumped at the sudden voice, almost falling if not for two strongly callused hands grabbing onto me to help me stay upright.

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized. “Where are you heading?”

 “Bathroom, if I can find it,” I muttered, avoiding meeting his eyes. I didn’t feel threatened by his large frame, quite the opposite. But still in was cautious, not wanting to be returned to my parents.

 My stomach growled just then, and for the first time I noticed how hungry I was.

 “Bathroom’s down here,” he grunted, gently guiding me over to a door located at the end of the hall. “Do you need any help?”

 I flinched back at his offer, and shook my head. He opened the door for me and helped me inside before closing it.

 After I was done doing my business, I washed my hands and stepped out of the bathroom, nearly running into the tall man again. He silently clamped a hand on my shoulder and steered me to the stairs, which I then promptly almost fell down, if not for him swooping in and scooping me up into his arms.

 “I got you, sweetheart,” he mumbled into my curls as he stomped his way downstairs. “Com’n, I’m taking you to the kitchen now.”

 I settled into his arms, my hand going to lie over his heartbeat. I felt… safe in his arms, the same kind of safe when I woke up to find my soulmate sleeping behind me. My face heated up as I thought of what my parents would say about the whole situation.

 “What happened?” I asked him as he pulled a chair out for me at the dining room table. “The last thing I remember is Jonesy- the dog.”

 He chuckled, taking a step back from the dining room table and into the kitchen, where he leaned on the counter to continue talking to me. But before he could say anything, a scratching tapping noise reached my ears and Jonesy tore around the corner and made a beeline for me.

 “Hello, Jonesy,” I crooned, scratching her behind her ears. “Yes, I remember you!”

 “Lester- he’s my baby brother- cut you out of your car when it flipped- brought you to my car shop where we saw your face. Vincent- my twin, he’s your soulmate- showed up just then to tow your car in and he took you back to the house to be cared for, leaving Lester and me to take care of your car.” He summed up as he made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

 “Vincent?” I asked, testing him name. “That’s a nice name.”

 “It suits him well enough,” he shrugged, coming over with the food in hand. He placed the plate down in front of me and sat on the other side of the table to continue talking.

 “What’s your name?” I dared to ask him a question as I nibbled at the food in front of me.

 “Call me Bo,” he grunted, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.

 “Is Bo short for something?” I wondered as I nibbled on my food.

 “Beauregard,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Mama always had a notion for fancy names.”

 “Beauregard, what a handsome name,” I hummed quietly around my mouthful. Jonesy let out a quiet bark before returning to her food bowl to eat.

 “It’s just not me though,” he muttered darkly, glaring a hole into the table top. I nodded and ducked my head, deciding not to talk about the subject anymore. “Speaking of names, what’s yours?”

 “Johanna,” I answered after a pause that lasted a few seconds. “My name is Johanna.”

 “Johanna? That’s a cute name,” he mused. “Tell me Johanna- why were you driving erratically out there on the road?”

 “I’m running,” was all that I offered and I took the last bite and chewed.

 “Running?” Bo asked, taking the plate from me. “What are you running from?”

 “Not a what, a who,” I corrected him. He turned to face me, leaning back and bracing himself on the counter behind him. “My parents set me up to marry someone and I officially became a runaway on the day we were to say our vows. He gives me the creeps- and I know he won’t stop trying to find me.”

 Bo hummed as he listened to me give a brief summary of why I was where I was.

 “You know Vincent won’t let anything happen to you,” he finally said. “Right, Vince?”

 I jumped as my soulmate- Vincent- came around the corner and came towards me. I couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing his mask again. He reached out to touch me and I flinched back out of instinct and he recoiled back as though I had slapped him.

 “M’sorry Vincent,” I meekly apologized.

 “Did he ever hurt you?” Bo asked me. In response to my soulmate’s brother, I pulled the neck of my shirt down fully to show them a fading bruise that was in the shape of a hand.

 “He gets violent after drinking,” was all that I offered them, looking away from Bo and Vincent. “Which is something that he does a lot of.”

 “Did he ever force you to have sex?” Bo asked, his jaw clenched. I didn’t have to look up to see Vincent’s body had gone tense.

 “He told me on many occasions that he will ‘rape my virgin hole’ on our wedding night,” I snorted. “Our wedding date was on my eighteenth birthday.”

 A loud sound made me jump and fall out of my chair; if not for Vincent, I would’ve wound on the floor. I looked up just as Bo was storming out of the kitchen with a look of fury on his face.

 “Did I make him mad?” I asked Vincent, squeaking as he picked me up and headed off to the stairs again, sweet Jonesy following close behind. He looked down at me and shook his head. “You sure?” He nodded.

 I hummed as I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

 ~xoXox~

 Vincent had placed me in bed once more and handed me a book to read. It took me a moment to realize that the reading material was a book from my suitcase, which was in my crashed car.

 Bo bought back what was in your car and I placed it in my old room, which is yours, by the way read his note to me. I looked over to where he was motioning and saw what all I had managed to sneak away from my old life with.

 “Thank you,” I murmured softly, shifting back against the headboard and making myself comfortable. “Do you want me to read to you?”

 He cocked his head to the side before joining me on the bed, sitting next to me without a second thought at my invitation. Jonesy joined us, taking her place on my other side.

 “I’m sorry about leaving you this morning,” I apologized as he wrapped his arms around me. “I just didn’t want to wake you- you look so peaceful when you’re asleep.”

 Once again, he tapped my neck, just over my pulse point, before removing his mask and setting it on the bedside table. When he turned to me again, I couldn’t help but kiss his scarred cheek. I looked into his lone blue eye and smiled gently at him. His only response was to reach out with his hand and gently trace my birthmark using his fingertips.

 “Where did Bo go?” I softly asked, biting the inside of my cheek.

 He works the car garage at the town’s entrance- he’s most likely there, I read his words, sighing in envy as I admired his elegant penmanship.

 “Can you teach me sign?” I blurted out, wanting to better communicate with my soulmate.

 His only response with a grin as he swooped in and kissed the corner of my mouth. He lingered there, his hands going to cup my face, being careful not to be too rough with my birthmark. I set my book aside and shifted once more to get comfortable. He did the same, rolling to sit in front of my crossed legs.

 He taught me many signs over the next few hours- animal signs, color signs, job occupation signs…

 My stomach started protesting at being empty, causing for Vincent to look at my stomach as though it had offended him greatly.

 Are you hungry? he asked me, unfolding himself from the bed. What do you want for lunch?

 “I’m not picky, whatever you make for yourself is fine,” I reassured him. “After lunch though, I would like to take a shower, if that’s alright.”

 He only nodded his head and stood up to his full height, leaning over to gently tap my neck, his hand gently cupping my face for a moment before he placed his mask back onto his face once more and left the room, leaving me alone with Jonesy.

 I settled back into the pillows and picked up my book, my hand on Jonesy’s head.

 I was nine chapters in when Vincent came back through the door, carrying two plates with grilled cheese sandwiches and watermelon. Jonesy barked excitedly and jumped off the bed, where she began to prance around her owner’s feet in hopes of a dropped treat. Vincent avoided her with ease, setting the plates down on the bed before reaching into his pocket and giving her a dog treat. Her tail was all wags as she curled up into a ball and began to chew at her treat.

 He handed me a plate and settled down next to me as I held my book in one hand, turning back to the first page.

 “Shall we begin?” I asked, smiling as I began to read out loud.

 ~xoXox~

 I moaned as I stood under the showerhead, basking under the hot water. I hadn’t had a warm shower in the two weeks since I’ve ran off from my unwanted future; the second I mentioned that, Vincent promptly carried me to the bathroom, where he left me and returned with my bath necessities from my suitcase.

 I finished washing my hair and turned the water off. As I wrung my curls free of water, I stepped out of the tub to hunt for a towel. I opened the cupboard over the toilet- hand towels and washcloths, but no bath towels. I tried under the sink- cleaning supplies. I huffed as I used a hand towel to pat my hair dry.

 “Can someone please grab me a bath towel?” I called, unlocking the door and stepping back into the tub, pulling the shower curtain shut for maximum privacy.

 A couple of minutes passed before I heard Bo on the other side of the door, asking if I was alright.

 “I’m good, I just forgot to grab a bath towel!” I responded.

 “They’re located in the cupboard on the other end of the hallway, second shelf from the bottom,” he answered. “I have one- do you want me to come in and set it on the toilet?”

 “I’m in the shower, but sure!” I checked the curtain, making sure that he couldn’t see my nakedness.

 The door opened and Bo entered, wearing a pair of old jeans and a long sleeved green shirt. He wasn’t looking at me as he set the cream bath towel on the toilet.

 I smiled as I took a step to poke my head out of the shower to say thank you, but I ended up slipping. I grabbed onto the first thing I could grab- which was the shower curtain- and with a loud shriek, I fell into the tub. The curtain rod smacked my head as I went down, covering me with the curtain as I laid there in a daze.

 “Ow,” was all that I said as Bo ripped the curtain from my face, his respectful hands already checking me over for injuries. I laid there in shock and embarrassment as he carefully unwrapped the curtain from me, exposing me to the cool air. I wrapped my arms around myself as he scooped me into his strong arms and carried me over to perch on the toilet, where he wrapped me in the towel.

 “Hey, are you alright sweetheart? Do you need ice or anything?” he hummed, his eyes on my face as he tucked a wet curl behind my ear. I whimpered, jolting my eyesight to my lap as I brought a hand up to play with my hair.

 Bo let out a weird sound as his eyes locked on my wrists. His hands grabbed mine and brought them to his lap.

 “What happened, sweetheart?” he breathed. If I didn’t know any better, I would have to say that he was scared.

 I ducked my head, a muttered “Poor Vincent” coming out of my mouth. I didn’t know why I was acting this way around my soulmate’s twin. I trusted him and knew that if anyone were to hurt me, he would put his life on the line to protect me. I had no idea why I felt that way.

 Bo was silent as he rolled his shirtsleeves up and showed me bracelet-like scars that encircled his own wrists.

 I stared at his scars in disbelief as tears welled in my eyes.

 “But Vincent is my soulmate, how can I have two?” I cried, beginning to sniffle pathetically.

 “We were born as conjoined twins,” he answered in half a daze. “Johanna, are you alright?”

 Before I could answer, Vincent appeared at the door, taking in the mess of destroyed shower curtain, my exposed wrists being lovingly cradled by Bo’s fingers and my body wrapped in a towel.

 He let out a concerned grunting sound and moved into the bathroom, nudging his twin out of the way to collect me in his arms. I clung to him, not caring when I lost the towel, my only concern was Vincent.

 I needed my soulmate in that moment.

 Out of the corner of my eye, Bo picked my towel up again and wrapped it around my body. He kept his hand on my back as I sobbed into Vincent’s chest. I felt so overwhelmed and confused- how was it even possible to have not one soulmate, but two soulmates?

 Vincent was humming a song, trying to stop my tears and I just couldn’t stop bawling. Bo knelt next to me, his hand still on my back as he whispered calming words to me.

 It was that moment that I felt loved, truly loved, and I knew that everything would turn out fine.

 I forced myself to stop crying, sitting back and scrubbing my eyes with the heel of my hand. I sat there in silence, only sniffling from time to time as I avoided looking at either of my two soulmates.

 Vincent placed a hand under my chin and gently forced me to look up at his maskless face. He was smiling softly as he leaned in and kissed my forehead. Bo remained off to the side, seeming to understand that I needed a minute to take it all in.

 “You’re not mad?” I finally asked, looking from Vincent to Bo and back again. “Either of you?”

 “Oh, I’m not happy about it,” Bo snorted, he hand moving from my back to my head. “But I’m not gonna bitch at fate. There’s a reason why you’re both of our soulmate.”

 “You said something about being conjoined at birth?” I asked, leaning into Vincent’s arms yet again.

 Bo in response took off his trucker hat and turned his head, using his hand to push aside his hair and show a nasty scar at the back of his head.

 It only took me a moment to understand what I was being shown, but once I’d connected the dots, I let out a horrified gasp and the waterworks started up once more.

 “Oh, you poor babies,” I crooned through tears as I gently traced Bo’s scar. He grunted in discomfort and I wrenched my hand away, mumbling apologies.

 Bo turned his head, offering me a smile as he encouraged my hand to make contact with his scar, his actions careful.

 “You were separated.” It wasn’t a question.

 “Our daddy was a rather unorthodox doctor; he and mama were obsessed with having the ‘cookie cutter picture perfect’ family,” Bo explained, remaining still so that my fingers could explore the back of his head. “When they tried again, they had Lester, who has dyslexia and a bunch other stuff, and at that point, mama was so sick at that point that she and daddy decided not to have any more kids.”

 The tears had returned full force while Bo was talking and I grasped wildly, pulling him into the embrace I was giving Vincent.

 “Please don’t make me choose,” I begged. “I don’t want to choose one over the other.”

 I was met with silence and I knew that the twins were communicating in a silent conversation. I snuggled into Vincent’s hold, relaxing as Bo wrapped his arm around me.

 “Sweetheart, I would never make you choose,” Bo murmured, kissing the side of my head. “I’m giving you the reins to control this.”

 I looked at Vincent, who nodded his head as though saying, me too. I smiled before shutting my eyes.

 “M’sleepy,” I hummed, my arms wrapping around Vincent. He picked me up and carried me to his room, sans the bath towel. I could hear Bo behind him, his heavy footsteps, which would have made me flinch before, now soothing and lulling me into peace. Vincent gently set me onto the bed and stepped back to grab something.

 He returned to the bed and helped me to sit up, and dressed me in an oversized shirt that had to belong to him. I opened my eyes as Vincent was tucking me in again and held out a hand for Bo to join me.

 After sharing a look with Vincent, he climbed onto the bed, flanking me in between his brother. I settled down, comfortable and safe for the first time in my life as I rolled over to face Vincent, my back tucked up against Bo’s chest. He placed a hand on my hip and I practically purred in happiness.

 “Wouldn’t it be something if I was also Lester’s soulmate?” I mumbled sleepily, already mostly asleep.

 “Not fucking happening,” Bo snarled as I drifted off.

 ~xoXox~

 I woke up the next morning, safe and warm in the arms of my twin soulmates, who were pressed up against me, Vincent to my front and Bo to my back. I cooed softly as I snuggled in deeper to their embraces, noticing with a gasp that Bo was awake.

 I giggled nervously as I shifted away from him, embarrassed at how much he cared for me, but also scared- now that we found each other, now what? Would one or both initiate sex? While on the one hand, I was beyond thrilled I had found my soulmate(s) I was also terrified.

 As though he could hear my mind whirling, Bo stirred, his hand pulling me back to his chest, where he buried his face into my scarlet curls. I tensed as his engorged manhood pressed up against my rear.

 Bo’s eyes snapped open and he catapulted from bed, muttered husky apologies as he bolted from Vincent’s bedroom towards the bathroom. All the commotion woke Vincent up and he tugged me into him, resting his forehead against mine.

 “Good morning, Vincent,” I greeted him in a mumble. “Did you sleep well?”

 He closed his eyes and gave out a gentle hum, his face wearing a sleepy smile.

 I then heard Bo trying to be quiet in the bathroom, his grunts and whimpers carrying well over into the bedroom. Vincent’s arms tightened around me as he maneuvered me so that I was pressing my ear against his chest. I smiled at his action- he was trying to shield me from Bo’s masturbating.

 “He woke me,” I confessed. “He ran out when he realized what woke me.”

 Vincent huffed, his hand going to the back of my head and playing with my tangled curls. I snuggled into his embrace, and we laid there for a while longer until Bo poked his head back in the bedroom, announcing that he was off to the garage to work on my car.

 “Bo?” I called out, squeaking when his large frame filled the doorway. “If you can’t fix it, that’s fine.”

 He nodded, flashing a bashful smile before disappearing again.

 Vincent sat up, holding me in his arm as he lazily kisses my birthmark, tucking my hair back behind my ear. I reached out and kissed under his eye socket. He jumped back and I immediately recoiled.

 “Did I hurt you?” I asked, tucking my head under his chin. “I’m so sorry-”

 He cut me off by pulling away from my hold and redirecting my gaze to his lone blue eye. When he smiled, the crow’s feet became evident, only adding to his beauty.

 I slowly reached out and kissed where I’ve done so before, this time ghosting my lips under his missing eye. He groaned, his hand clasping me by the back of my head, anchoring me in place. My hands went to his shoulder, where I felt the painful twinge of my shoulder, which I hadn’t worn a sling since before my shower the day before and now the afterpains were starting to hit.

 Vincent broke out of our moment and got up out of bed, settling me into the nest of blankets and pillows and returned with the sling that was forgotten in all the excitement the day before.

 “How did I hurt my shoulder?” I asked softly as he carefully maneuvered my arm back into the sling.

 You dislocated it in the car crash, he signed. I had to pop it back into place while you were asleep- I figured it would be for the best as how I don’t know your pain threshold.

 I only leaned over and kissed him sweetly, sighing as he leaned into our kiss. I broke off into a little squeal when he picked me up and stood, my legs dangling on either side of his hips. My arm wrapped around his neck and I only sighed as he buried his face in the side of my neck. He placed his one hand on my lower back, the other going to rest on the back of my head as he stood there, mouthing kisses onto my forehead.

 I could feel myself slipping back into sleep as I was being held by my soulmate as he showered me with love.

 ~xoXox~

 When I woke up next, the sun had transitioned from barely peeking over the hills to shining brightly into Vincent’s bedroom. I stretched my arm over my head and swung my legs out of bed, giggling as I stood and promptly wobbled.

 I made my way over to my suitcase and hauled it up onto the bed. I opened it and fished out underwear and a dress for me to wear. I stepped into the underwear without any problem, but came to the realization that I would need help getting my sling and Vincent’s shirt off.

 “Vincent?” I called. “Can you help me please?”

 I laid the dress on the bed and admired it, smiling at the little heart shaped buttons that marched up the bodice. I don’t know why I took the dress that mom had forced me to make for my wedding, but I decided that I should wear it today to celebrate meeting my soulmates.

 Vincent knocked at the half open door before entering, removing his mask once he was inside to kiss my forehead. He took a step back, as though asking me what I needed from him.

 “Can you help me get dressed?” I asked, holding up the lace bra that mom had gotten as a part of my wedding ensemble. “My shoulder’s feeling good but I just don’t want to push my luck…”

 He stiffly moved me so that my back was facing him before carefully removing the sling and setting it on the bed. He helped me by gently maneuvering my arm so that he could slide his shirt off from my body.

 Moving my shoulder as little as possible, I got the bra on before turning to have Vincent do that back for me. A shudder ran through my body at his soft hands, gently connecting the straps before he stepped away, giving me room to breathe.

 I picked up the dress and began to unbutton the bodice, jumping back as my soulmate took the dress from my hands and began to work at the buttons. I gazed at him, my eyes full of wonder and love as he lifted my arm and carefully dropped the dress on over my head.

 I emerged with a smile and a kiss blown to Vincent. He smiled at my playful behavior, his fingers quickly buttoning up my dress.

 “I make my clothes,” I explained with a snort. “My parents don’t approve of today’s fashions.”

 Vincent paused, reaching out to gently tap my neck, and I giggled at his motions, pulling him into a hug, where I stayed with his arms around me. I ignored his hardness that was poking into me, but a sniggering gasp escaped me when he began to gently thrust into me.

 Sorry, he signed, going to move away. I reached out and grabbed his arm, anchoring him to me as I began to encourage him.

 “I’m ready for tonight,” I mumbled before a car passing by the window made me stop. I abandoned Vincent entirely as I rushed to press myself against the window to confirm my fears.

 “Eric found me,” I whimpered.

 Vincent moved to stand next to the window, gently nudging me away so that I wouldn’t be spotted. He then fished a phone from his pocket and began to type out a text. Meanwhile I was hugging him from behind, my terror making me shake uncontrollably. Vincent paused mid text and covered my hands with his, leaning back into my anxious grip. Even without speaking, I understood what he was saying.

 I’m not going to let anything happen to you.

 “What’s Bo going to do?” I whimpered out as he finished the text and tucked his phone back into his pocket. He turned to me and picked me up. I settled into his arms, wrapping my arm around his neck and just being held, no preamble in mind as he rocked me back and forth. “Are you gonna kill him?” Here, Vincent paused, pulling back to look into my eyes. My tears had stopped but my lips still trembled.

 “Can I watch?”

 ~xoXox~

 An hour later, Vincent led me down into his workshop, where he had told Bo to take Eric. I walked behind my soulmate, my hand on his belt as not to get lost in the underground maze that snaked throughout the town of Ambrose. He kept an arm wrapped around me as he moved effortlessly through the dark.

 Soon, I could hear Bo’s voice, tense with rage, and as Vincent pushed open a door, I saw him standing in front of a chair. At the sound of new footsteps, he turned, giving me the first look at my ex-fiancé’s bloody face. Apparently, Bo had gone off his rocker when he showed up.

 “Hey Vince-” The smile on his face was manic, and if I didn’t know him as well as I did, I would’ve been frightened. I stepped out from behind my masked soulmate and Bo blinked in surprise. “Sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

 “Vincent told me that you’ll kill him.” I shrugged, stepping closer to him and giving him a loving hug. “I don’t want you to kill him.” I drew back and cupped his face in my hand and drew it down for a kiss.

 “I want to kill him.”

 I didn’t have to look to know that my soulmates were having a conversation with their mind. I moved and hugged Vincent, thankful that Bo had used duct tape to muffle Eric’s mouth before he began to treat him like a human punching bag.

 “And then, I’ll let you make love to me,” I breathed, burying my nose into Vincent’s sternum. His hands came to rest on my shoulders.

 “And if I don’t let you kill this fuckin’ sonofabitch?” Bo asked me, his voice low and husky despite being soft and gentle.

 “Please?” I asked, reaching for his hand and guiding it to my breast. “I need this, I need to kill him, to make peace.”

 I could feel Bo’s pupils dilating as he pressed himself into me, giving me an idea as to his thoughts on the matter.

 “Or you could let us make love to you and then you kill this fuckin’ sonofabitch,” he suggested, his giant hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs playing with my nipples.

 “Same thing.” I gasped as Vincent’s hands slid up and down my back, the innocent movement doing things to my body. I pulled Vincent down for a kiss, my hand moving around to grab at Bo’s crotch.

 “Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” he snarled, fumbling at the zipper to allow me access to his cock. Once it was freed, I placed my hand on it and I could tell that it was huge without even looking at it.

 I freed Vincent’s cock with my other hand and I carefully maneuvered myself so Eric could see me pleasuring both men. I didn’t have to look at him to hear what my ex was thinking.

 Feeling courageous, I licked a long stripe down Vincent’s dick and out of sheer excitement, his hips bucked into my nose. I squealed in shock as I fell over and was immediately met by heavily callused hands as my soulmates began fussing over me. I giggled nervously and buried my face into Bo’s shoulder.

 “M’sorry,” I mumbled, cursing my over eagerness to please them both.

 Bo chuckled as he squatted down by my side, kissing my forehead.

 “Biting off a bit more then you can chew?” he teasingly asked, his hand pulling a knife seemingly out of thin air.

 “Is that a knife or are you excited to see me?” I teased him, giggling at the look he shot me.

 “Do you like this dress?” he grumbled, hauling me up and standing behind me.

 “Mom made me make it for my arranged marriage,” I rolled my eyes. I gasped as Bo began to cut from behind, exposing me to the warm air. I fought the urge to cover myself as the remains of the wedding dress fluttered from off my body. Bo sucked in a harsh breath of air when my white lace lingerie became visible.

 “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Bo breathed before yanking me into a passionate kiss. “Who do you want?”

 “Vincent.” My answer was instant and I worried that Bo wouldn’t like it. To my relief, he only smiled, pulling me in for a kiss before picking me up.

 “Can I get you wet first?” he gently traced my nose. “Otherwise, it’ll hurt going in for the first time.”

 I glanced at Vincent, who was lazily stroking his cock. He smiled gently at me, nodding his okay. I turned to my soulmate, nodding, and that was enough for him to gently tug my underwear off of my hips. He offered me his shoulders as he helped me step out and once I was free, he gently manhandled me so that I was sitting on his shoulders with my pussy in his face.

 I gripped his hair, making sure to be careful of the scar that marked the back and let out a moan as he licked a stripe against my pussy. His nose bumped my clit as he suckled, making me toss my head back. His wicked tongue did a wicked dance against my clit and I gasped and moaned, arching my back at the pleasure that sounded out throughout my body.

 Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Vincent, stroking his cock as he got himself ready to ravish me. He caught my eye and smiled bashfully at me, brushing his hair out of his face so that I could see his scarred face.

 I gasped as a tightening coil began to wind in my abdomen and I moved my hands to clutch at Bo’s wrists, needing to ground myself. My soulmate growled as he buried himself deeper into my pussy, alternating between flicking my clit with his nose and massaging my walls with his tongue.

 “Oh, oh, OH!” I squealed as the coil inside of me SNAPPED, sending me falling down a tunnel of bliss. I went limp in Bo’s arms as he carefully lowered me from his shoulders and onto the pillow and blanket covered floor. Vincent leaned over me and gently tapped my neck again, his hands loving and tender as he positioned himself at my entrance.

 Ready? he asked me, his hand massaging the inside of my calf, his other hand gripping his cock. I nodded eagerly, spreading my legs for him and gripping at Bo’s offered wrists.

 The pain was agonizing, a sharp burning that made me squeal and buck. But Vincent was patient, stopping often to give me time to adjust to his size. Soon, he was buried to the hilt inside of me, and as he kissed my face, he rolled onto his back so that I was sitting on him.

 The feeling of his cock lodged in my walls was odd, but not unpleasant. I wiggled around a little trying to get comfortable and he grunted out a groan, his hands tight on my hips as he gazed up at me, his blue eye twinkling with love. I slowly pulled myself up before letting my body drop; that made him growl and toss his head back, teeth bared. I did it again, this time getting a dark look clouding over his face.

 “Sweetheart?” I looked at Bo and found him standing close to me, his hand fisting at his cock. I reached out and slurped it into my mouth without him saying anything, where I began to lazily suck at it, my tongue tracing the heavy vein that was located on the underside.

 Bo’s head rolled back as his hands came to cradle my head, using minimum pressure to guide me along his shaft. He was careful not to make me gag as he let me go at my own pace. I found myself bringing my hands up to grip at his wrists one more, a quiet moan escaping me when Vincent bumped his hips up.

 “Oh fuck, that feels amazing sweetheart,” Bo growled, his hips also lightly thrusting, though into my mouth. I could feel him holding back- Vincent too- but I wanted to be destroyed by the two soulmates.

 I pulled off Bo’s cock, and rested my head against his thigh. He began to finger comb my scarlet curls, a quiet hum buzzing in the back of his throat.

 “I want-” I took a deep gasp of air in, burying my face in embarrassment. “I want to be wrecked. By both of you.”

 I could almost hear the silent conversation between my soulmates as I sat there with Vincent’s cock buried inside of me.

 “Sweetheart, are you sure?” Bo looked down at me, gently tracing the birthmark on my face. I only nodded my head, my eyes wide and pleading.

 “Show me what love is,” I begged and those words seemed to do something to the two of them. Vincent thrusted up with a sound between a grunt and a growl. Bo stuffed his cock back into my mouth and began to push and pull, causing me to choke around his huge member.

 Vincent’s hips were bouncing me while Bo’s hands roughly pulled at my hair. I felt like I was in heaven- I loved that my soulmates weren’t afraid to be rough and treat me like a helpless ragdoll.

 Bo’s hip thrusts began sloppy as did Vincent below me. Once more, the winding coil was snapping, sending me overboard into a sea of bliss. Vincent and Bo both came at the same moment I did, Bo’s cum flooding my throat. He didn’t stop me as I jerked back, coughing and sputtering; I could taste his musky fluid leaking out of my mouth and I sloppily pushed it back into my mouth.

 Bo’s blue eyes flashed dark and he bent down to grab my jaw.

 “Open,” he snarled and I did as he ordered me, showing him my empty mouth. “Good girl.”

 I slouched down into Vincent’s cock and gazed at my long haired soulmate.

 “You okay?” I asked in a whisper, nuzzling into his hand that he held out to my cheek. He smiled at me, propping himself up and gripping me to his chest. He tenderly kissed the crown of my head and I turned my face into my neck, perfectly content with being held by my soulmate.

 Bo knelt next to us, his hand rubbing soothing circles into my back. He lifted me face to his and he kissed my forehead.

 “How are you holding up, sweetheart?” he asked me, his smile soft and comforting. He took in my glassy eyes and hazy smile and he kissed me underneath my left eye, bringing his hand up to rub his thumb where his lips had touched me.

 “I’m kinda sore,” I slurred, this time, leaning into Bo’s touch. “Not a period kind of sore, more of a stretched out with something inside of me kind of sore.”

 “Do you want to go back to the house?” he asked. “I can keep him alive for you.” He glanced back at Eric, who was wiggling around, his duct taped limbs struggling to break free.

 “Teach me to remove his fingers?” I asked, picking myself off of Vincent and letting out an involuntary whine as his cock slipped out of me. I wobbled before Bo took ahold of my arm, his grip gentle and light, and he led me over to where Eric was tied up, going at my pace. I paid no mind to the collection of fluid that dripped down my leg, making a mental note to clean up once my ex had been delt with.

 Bo ripped the duct tape from Eric’s wrists and slammed one into then armrest, where he quickly tied it into place with leather buckles. He then turned to me and kissed me deeply; I couldn’t help but melt into him, his presence making me feel safe. I glanced off to the side at Vincent, who’s back was facing me as he shuffled through the desk off to the side, hunting for something.

 “First, you grab his wrist,” Bo breathed into my ear, standing behind me and placing his hands over mine. I gripped Eric’s wrist with my left hand, my right hand holding a knife that Vincent handed me. “Next you find the knuckle closest to his palm.” He let me feel his hand, quickly locating the knuckle. “And last, you let it fly.”

 He guided my hand down at a swift angle, allowing the two of us to separate his finger from his hand. Eric squealed loudly in pain, his eyes filled with terror and rage.

 “Shut up!” I cackled, removing the next finger with a solid slam of the knife. “Your god can’t help you now.” I lopped off two more fingers, grinning like a manic fool. I noticed that Vincent had a camcorder in hand and was filming me as I mutilated my ex. I smirked at my long haired soulmate, bumping my ass into Bo’s front, getting a growl and hard grip on my hips.

 “Easy now, cowboy,” I giggled as he thrusted into me. A groaning from Vincent drew my attention back over to him. He was once again fisting his cock, pre cum heavily leaking from the tip.

 I motioned for him to come closer, and when he was close enough, I reached out and grabbed his cock.

 “Like this?” I murmured, abandoning Eric for a moment to kiss the tip of Vincent’s cock. He moaned, tangling his hand into my curls.

 “Sweetheart?” Bo whimpered, now rutting into me like a rabbit in heat. “Can I have a turn? Please?”

 I smiled at him over my shoulder and nodded my consent. That was all he needed to hear before he parted my legs and made sure I was well lubricated. I let out a high pitched whine as he slid into me slowly, making sure he wasn’t hurting me. With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he began to gently thrust into me, his low groans making me excited.

 I left Vincent’s cock for a minute to slam the knife down into Eric’s last standing finger, successfully severing it and getting a loud, but muffled, scream from him. I looked down at his fingers and grinned.

 “Halfway done!” I said with glee, going back to Vincent’s cock. I sucked it into my mouth, moaning around his length as it settled in my throat. I suckled at it before pulling off and returning to Eric. Bo reached around me and refashioned the wrist cuff around his arm and undid the other one, all the while still thrusting into me.

 I grinned at Eric before slicing off his thumb. I reveled in his cries of pain; it felt good, causing harm to someone who had hurt me ever since I was a little baby.

 “Look at the bright side- you going to burn in hell.” I let out a moan as Bo’s cock bumped against my sweet spot, making black dots spread across my vision. I blinked the dots away and sawed off another finger.

 “Sweetheart?” panted Bo, his fingers practically digging into my skin. “How old is this fucker?”

 “Forty nine,” I answered, removing another finger. “This creep is thirty one years older than me.”

 I didn’t have to turn my head to see that dark look in my twin soulmate’s eyes. Bo’s thrusts grew more violent, making me grip the armrests of the chair that Eric was strapped into. Vincent’s hand forced me onto his cock, where I had no choice but to bob my head up and down his length.

 I sloppily removed another two fingers, my eyesight going dark as I came with a loud squeal. Bo rode me out through my organism, still working up to his own release. Vincent was next, his creamy seed flooding my mouth and somehow or other, shooting out of my nose. I yanked my head off of him, coughing and wheezing for breath as Vincent knelt next to me, still holding his camera. He nudged his nose behind the shell of my ear, clearly asking if I was alright. I sputtered for a moment, Bo having slowed his thrusts to gentle rocking as I struggled to breath. Finally, I looked up at Vincent and smiled through watery eyes.

 “I’m good,” I rasped with a little laugh, reaching up to cradle the side of his face in the palm of my hand. “Just taken a bit by surprise is all.”

 He in turn reached for me and gently tapped my neck, and I cooed softly, bumping my head under his chin as Bo let out a loud grunt and came inside of me. I pressed myself deeper onto him all the while still nuzzled up to Vincent.

 Bo remained inside of me, reaching out to fondle my tits through the white lace bra that I still had on. He lazily slipped his hands under and I dropped my head with a sigh.

 “And now…” I grinned wickedly as I used the knife in my hands to cut open Eric’s pants. I reached inside and withy an ironclad grip grasped his cock and yanked it free. He gave a muffled shout at the force that I exerted in handling his tiny cock.

 I teasingly pumped it while playing with the knife. He must’ve guessed what I had in mind because he began screaming and wiggling in the chair.

 “Quit squirming!” I snapped through a moan as Bo began to pinch my nipples. I lined the knife up and began to cut.

 The menacing smile never left my face as I continued to saw at my ex’s penis. I could practically see the manic grin on Bo’s face and I saw Vincent still filming me out of the corner of my eye.

 At last, there was barely enough skin attaching his tiny cock to his body. I carelessly yanked, getting a pained howl out of him and the wound began to heavily bleed.

 I sat up and threw his cock to the ground. I spun around and purposely stepped on it, getting a very satisfying SQUISH out from under my foot. I was walking funny, I noticed, and I had to wait for Bo and Vincent to finish their jobs before I held my arms out for Vincent, letting him know that I wanted to be carried. He chuckled before hauling me into his arms, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist and tuck my head underneath his chin.

 “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” Bo asked me in a soft murmur, gently brushing back my red curls from my face and placing a kiss on my cheek.

 “Sore… and exhausted,” I purred drowsily, nuzzling into Vincent more. He shifted me so that my head was nestled on my shoulder, humming out a soft praise as he traced the shell of my ear with his lips. I placed a careful hand on the marred side of his face, letting him know nonverbally that I was alright.

 “Vincent, take her back up to the house, I’ll finish up here,” Bo ordered, turning to the body of my ex. “I’ll cut this sonofabitch up for Lester to toss into the pit.”

 I wasn’t really paying any attention to what the twins were discussing; I was focused on the fluids that were leaking out of me. I reached down and swiped some of the juices onto my hand before raising it to my lips. All it took was one lick for me to determine that I did not really care too much for the taste of their seed. The twins must’ve seen me make a face because they started to chortle, the sounds of their laughter making me smile sleepily. I tucked myself deeper into Vincent’s chest, burying my face into his pec as I lightly gripped his long black hair. He only shifted me once more so that he could press a protective hand to the back of my head as he carried me down the passageway that led back to the house.

 I drifted in and out of consciousness as he cradled me; I felt at peace in his arms and I knew, without a doubt, the twins would do anything to see me safe and in their arms.

 ~xoXox~

 I was brought to when Vincent was placing me into warm water. I opened my eyes and all but purred as my long haired soulmate settled himself in behind me. I scooted myself in closer to him, a soft coo leaving my mouth as his arms wrapped around me. He kissed the top of my head, letting me lean against him as we both soaked in the tub in comfortable silence.

 When Vincent moved, I let out a whine, wanting him to hold me for just a little while longer. He shushed me, he hands going over to the side, where I placed my shampoo and conditioner bottles. His hands returned, this time to my head, where he began to softly massage my scalp.

 I leaned forward slightly, allowing him more access to my hair and jumped as I felt his cock twitch. Without even thinking about it, I lifted myself up, slotted his mushroom shaped tip against my opened and sank down on him. Vincent grunted out a growl, but he kept washing my hair as I settled myself before just sitting, not moving.

 Vincent groaned again, his hips subtly shifting before he settled back with a quiet huff. He lathered up a washrag with my body wash and began to tenderly scrub my skin clean.

 Vincent used a cup to wash the soap from my hair, tilting my head back to avoid getting the suds in my eyes. His hands were gentle, treating me like I was fragile, and I found myself not minding one bit.

 “Mmmm, Vincent…” I whined, pressing myself into him, forcing his twitching cock deeper into me. A low growl escaped through his nose as he gripped my hip, his fingers leaving small bruises on my skin. I couldn’t help but make figure eights with my hips, causing for my masked soulmate to begin thrusting up into me.

 Oh well, I guess I’m done with the bath, I thought to myself, tossing my head back and letting out a keening moan. I brought a hand up to cup the side of Vincent’s face and I twisted around to place a sloppy kiss onto the side of his mouth. His lips curled up into a smile and he placed a hand over the left side of my face, completely covering my soulmark.

 I arched my back, letting out a growl as I released, my pussy fluttering as I slumped over into Vincent. Vincent thrusted a few more times before cumming with a whine of his own. Rope after rope of his cream painted my insides and I pulled his arms to wrap around my body as I tangled my legs with his.

 We remained in the tub until the water started to cool. Vincent stood first getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist before he unplugged the tub. He reached down and collected me in his arms, setting me onto the toilet to wrap a towel around my body.

 Once again, he lifted me into his arms, allowing me to wrap my legs around his hips and sling my arounds around his shoulders. I tucked my nose into the apex of his neck and shoulders, practically purring when he placed a hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place as he made his way to his bedroom.

 He set me on the bed for a moment before he came up with a shirt that had to belong to him. After carefully helping me into it, he placed me under the covers and quickly jumped into boxers and a shirt before he joined me. He pulled me close to him and I slipped into sleep with thye sound of his strong heartbeat in my ear.

  @ask-the-sinclair-brothers​

@the-slasher-madame​

@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better​

@slutforguts​

#House of Wax #Soulmate scars #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Lester Sinclair #Johanna Harper #Soulmate AU #Abuse #Fluff #Angst #Scars #FanFiction #Horror movie #Car accident #Arranged marriage #Smut #Murder #Violence #Mentions of rape #Implications of a child bride #Body mutilation #PTSD #Bo is a giant softie

[danpuff-ao3]

A Minor Problem

At the age of 11, I discovered fanfiction.

It was wholly accidental. 11 year old Danni didn't know what fanfiction was. I was using my allotted 30 minutes of internet time wisely: Googling random Harry Potter stuff (obsessed fangirl that I was.) I joined a fairly innocent roleplay site during one such search. But my innocent roleplaying soon ended when I clicked on an explicit Drarry fanfic.

Where were my parents? Good question. In fairness, around this time my mom was pregnant and we were gearing up to move states. (Which is how I remember what time period this took place in; not sure I'd have recalled my age otherwise.)

Did they ever find out what I spent my time reading and writing? Maybe! My personal fanfiction was saved to the family computer. And in my earliest days I didn't know how to, or think to, delete my search history.

What is important to note, though, is this: my parents never hid my siblings or myself from any media.

I grew up watching horror films. All manner of horror films. (Violence, gore, nudity, sex.) We listened to all sorts of music. (Profanity, sex, violence.) I was also an avid reader from a young age. I inhaled books in a frenzy. My mom gave me Flowers of the Attic (child neglect and abuse, underage sex, incest, murder) before I discovered fanfic. As a preteen, my grandmother gave me a book called She's Come Undone (domestic abuse, mental illness, rape, eating disorders, abortion.) I read Lolita in junior high. I probably don't need to explain that one.

Explicit slash fiction wasn't so different as to shock or horrify me, but it was a unique experience. It opened my eyes in many ways.

I was always a creative person. (No one ask me about the spy novels I wrote at ages 7 and 8.) I was always deeply invested in stories. (Harry Potter, my longtime love.) That I found find more Harry Potter stories!! That I could create my own, even??? There was a whole world to explore!

I might also mention that I was born and raised in the Bible Belt in the good ole U.S. of A. Sex education was barely there. Hardly an education at all. I'd learned more from sex scenes in horror films and hundreds of smut fics. (I don't actually recommend using fanfic as a guidebook, but it can be a good starting point for what to research and explore.)

I learned about the LGBT community. I'd never even heard of gay people before fanfiction. I learned about kinks. I saw many topics explored in deeper, more meaningful ways than any traditional media. Self harm, abuse, homophobia, rape, etcetera.

You can argue, if you want, that minors shouldn't be exposed to some things.

But I'll tell you what my mother told me, when reflecting upon our childhood: "I didn't want to shield you from anything. The world is a big, scary place. At least I could be with you, and talk to you."

She never gave us overt lessons. But I didn't need a lecture after Texas Chainsaw Massacre to know murder was wrong. I knew that monsters weren't real, but danger was. I learned there were specific words only adults could use, that I could say when I was older. And that sex was for grown ups, too.

I never drank, I never did drugs. I never skipped school, or sneaked out of my house. I didn't steal. I didn't cheat on tests, or boyfriends. I was a good kid. And I've been a fairly tame adult, as far as real life and real actions go.

You can argue, if you want, that minors shouldn't be exposed to some things. And I'm not saying everyone should raise their kids the way I was raised. But it was hardly awful, what I went through.

It was never fiction that hurt me.

It was real people, in real life, and the real actions they took against me that hurt me.

Through fandom, I read and wrote fanfiction for Harry Potter. I was involved in online roleplays for Twilight. I made friends all over the world.

I saw a post yesterday complaining about "kids today." How the internet ruined us. How no one should have so much access to information. I disagree.

I thrived.

Who would I be today without my experiences? Not so open-minded, I think, nor so knowledgeable. Lacking awareness of other people, other cultures, other ways of living and loving. Without seeing how much joy and pleasure could exist in this world, or how much darkness and cruelty. My mind turned a thousand different ways. There was so much variety in the fandom world. And so much potential for me to unravel my own thoughts and feelings. To further push the bounds of my imagination and abilities.

My world is all the richer, and all the brighter, for these past nineteen years in fandom.

I learned.

I learned not only about others, but about myself. I learned what sorts of content I enjoyed reading. What sorts of content I enjoyed writing (which, funnily enough, can be different things.) I learned basic coding. I learned about Microsoft. I learned how to troubleshoot computer issues, and internet issues. I eventually learned how to clear a browser history. I learned how to fine-tune engine searches. I learned how to back away from content I didn't like, and how to recover from content that bothered me.

I fell down research rabbit holes related to stories I read. Is this a real town? Is that a real item? I learned bits of Latin, and the importance of lube. I learned about safewords. And polyamory. I figured out what was possible, and what wasn't. The different ways people could think, and feel.

In my early to mid twenties I read a fic with a demisexual character. I did my research. I joined Facebook groups. I interacted with others. I spent years listening and learning and sitting with myself, and embracing my asexual identity.

My Best Friend had a different upbringing than I did. Her parents shielded her from the world. They were deeply religious. They were very strict. Her parents never gave her the sex talk. She learned about sex for the first time in our small town, conservative high school. Her first experience with gay people was her twin coming out of the closet in junior high. She believed in Santa Claus until high school, from our peers discussing the subject in class. She learned about asexuality from me, in our twenties, and from our conversations, learned more about herself.

In our early years, her parents called me a bad influence. I wore short skirts and I made crude jokes. I was watching Saw when she couldn't watch PG-13 films at 13.

Best Friend is one of the kindest people I know. She's deeply compassionate, and very open-minded. She is primed to learn from others, and willing to have her mind changed. She is one of the best people I know.

Being protected from media never protected her, though. Because there are still real people out there, who really hurt her.

We're 30 now. There are still topics to this day I'm surprised to find Best Friend has never heard of. I'll mention a subject in conversation. She asks me questions.

We're 30 now, and despite different upbringings, we're in similar places. We don't party. Neither of us had a "wild" stage. We both have stable jobs and stable relationships. We've been best friends for eighteen years. She indulges in very heterosexual, very vanilla smut. I read all manner of darkfic, whumping, and dead dove.

She doesn't judge me for it.

She never did.

She's known since we were 13, when I boldly and enthusiastically informed our friend group of my fandom world. I told them all about my deep love of Snarry. I won't say they weren't surprised, and that they didn't lowkey judge me, but they loved and accepted me all the same.

Best Friend shares none of my fandom preferences. We're not in the same fandom. We don't ship the same ships. We don't read the same types of stories. Her stomach would roil if she were forced to read the stories I read.

But no one's forcing her.

I tell her about my projects, and about my accomplishments, and she's happy for me. She's supportive.

No amount of "problematic" content turned me into a monster. None of Best Friend's shelter protected her from monsters.

No one and nothing will protect you from the world. We can't expect it. Life is big and wild and strange. And beautiful. And horrible. It is the responsibility of our guardians to guide us. And our responsibility to learn and grow. To study and explore.

But if all you know is how to hate and hunt, well...you have a lot left to learn.

#personal #ranting #antis #the history of danpuff #mentions of incest #mentions of rape #mentions of murder #odd how I know the first 2 need a warning but am less sure about the murder bit #basically mentions of triggering content existing #long post

[monster-cock69]

so i watched an episode of svu that was honestly pretty heartbreaking, but basically, the guy raped the girl because they were being held hostage for a webcam thingy and "it was better if i did it because they'd have hurt you too much"

and so my brain said what if peter and bucky were together then captured by hydra (after bucky already got out) and bucky tortured him because he knew that the actual hydra men would go too far and even after the brain washing was renewed he still felt a sense of responsibility for peter

#winterspider #someone please write this #mentions of rape #trigger warning for rape #no actual rape though #peter parker #bucky barnes #spiderman #winter soldier #avengers #marvel #prompt #just #peter flinching afterward #and bucky crying because he just wants to hold him

[purrincesskittens]

WARNING: Non graphic mentions of suicide, rape, infant death and death during child birth (all non major characters and all non graphic)

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Ursa was more willing to chance the spirits mercy then Ozai’s. Which is why her precious baby Zuko was full, changed and lulled to sleep before being placed in a basket along side a note stating he was descended from Avatar Roku (it was safer that way perhaps if her baby survived whoever found him would care for her son because of who her grandfather was) and that his father wanted him dead for not being born a bender. Zuko was only a baby, fresh pink and new, when his mother slipped down to the water and set him adrift in a basket; praying to the spirits for mercy pleading with them to keep her baby safe and deliver him to someone who would care for him. The ocean is calm and the gentle waves carry the basket out to sea where as soon as it reaches deep water it disappears into La’s depths.

The newborn prince is replaced with the babe of a young servant girl. The girl too young, too small and the babe too big. Neither survived when the young mother went into labor. The baby was cut from his mother’s body and given a funeral fit for a prince. Ozai smiled as the tiny body burned believing that Agni shined down on him and had struck down the unfit heir allowing Ozai to try again. Ursa in exchange slipped something into the tea of the nobleman who had forced himself on the young servant girl unnoticed while having tea with her brother in law and the noble, that left the man ill in bed with a raging fever. When he finally recovered he discovered he would no longer be able to do what he had done to that girl to any others ever again. Ursa also slipped word to all the other servant girls of what herbs to use to prevent their own bellies from growing with child unless they wished it.

La took pity on the babe set adrift in his waters at the bidding of one of the lesser spirits under his domain. The Dark Water Spirit with La’s permission pulled the basket containing the child into his dark depths enclosing it in a bubble that would keep the tiny life inside the basket safe. Where a woman threw herself into La’s depths over the grief of her own child that had only lived a few short hours a year before on that very same day the man who had loved her stood staring into the dark water below in mourning and remembered grief.

As the man stared a basket rose up to the surface and the bubble surrounding it burst. The man scrambled down to the water where his wife and babe had been pulled into La’s depths a year before and now a basket arose. Wading into the freezing water as far out as he could before it dropped off into deep dark depths the man reached for the basket inexplicitly drawn to it. Removing the lid carefully the man began to cry as he stared down at the tiny babe within. The living baby given to him by La perhaps to make up for the death of his own child and wife. The babe cracked open his eyes one as bright of a gold as the sun and the other deep dark blue like the ocean depths. Cradling the baby in his arms he wept in grief and in thanks to the spirits for giving him this second chance at a family.

Kissing the little one the head he set them back in the basket and carried it to shore where his best friend waited with wide eyes and gaping mouth. He laughed at his friends face as he carried his new son back to their tribe. Later they would read the letter together along side his friend's wife and thank the spirits for answering the mothers prayer and delivering him somewhere where he would be safe and wanted. Years later they would discover that the boys birth father was wrong about him so very wrong. The boy was a bender just not only a fire bender alone.

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So some background on this basically Ursa doesn't take the chance that Ozai will spare Zuko knowing that even if he does he will essentially make Zuko’s life miserable so she takes a chance with the spirits by putting Zuko in a basket and sending him out to sea.

Ursa knew of the young servant girl who was pregnant and knew the old healer woman who said that the girl and the baby would most likely not survive the birth. She planned to switch Zuko with a different babe but what the old healer had said would happen coming true just worked put in Ursa's favor so she struck a deal with the old healer and the baby was removed from the dead girl and passed off as Zuko claiming he passed suddenly in the night.

Ozai believed that his prayers had been answered and that Agni struck down Zuko because they can't have a nonbender in the royal family. Ursa invited the nobleman who raped the servant girl and got her pregnant to tea with Iroh and herself and slipped some herbs into his tea that made him sick as a side affect but actually caused him to become impotent as well as have ED so he wouldn’t be able to hurt any other girls the same way. The noble was seen as lesser of a man because of it but it was believed that the illness was the cause. Ursa also made sure that all the other female servants would know what herbs to use as birth control.

The Dark Water Spirit is a old lesser spirit under La who rather liked Ursa because Ursa as an actress knew that the commonly mistaken Blue Spirit from Love Amongst the Dragons was actually the Dark Water Spirit. Paying respect to the spirit in a way. He heard Ursa praying to the spirits to protect her son so he intervened and requested La's help as their domain is a part of La's and they needed La's help to fulfill Ursa's prayer. They partially merged with Zuko to keep him safe in the South Pole which gave Zuko the ability to waterbend as well as firebend. Zuko waterbent before he firebent but when he didn’t bend Earth or Air it was just decided that this must be some hangover from being a direct descendant of the Avatar as well as being the child of a war bride.

The man who found Zuko is Bato. Bato is bisexual and while he loved Hakoda, Hakoda didn’t love him that way but Bato eventually found someone else to love and marry. His wife wanted a family and so did Bato but their first child was born with a defect that caused the baby to only live a short time it was determined that Bato’s wife wouldn't be able to have any more children. In her grief over the loss of her child and not being able to have anymore she committed suicide to be with her child. Bato was visiting the site of where his wife joined La when the basket holding Zuko emerged from La's depths. Bato saw this as a gift from the spirits. Bato wanted a child where the father of the child didn't want the one he had so the spirits gave the child to Bato.

Hakoda, Kya and Bato thought that Zuko’s one blue eye was natural and he was the child of a water tribe war bride stolen from her home during a raid and a fire nation descendant of Avatar Roku. The war bride desperate to save her child from her husband left his fate up to one of her nations great spirits. When Zuko waterbent they figured he inherited it from his mother but then he also firebent. Since he didn't show any signs of being able to bend the other elements his dual bending abilities were attributed to being descended from the last known Avatar. The cycle was believed to be broken after Roku so it stands to reason one of Roku's descendants could bend more then one element. They all think that Zuko’s birth father was a fool for throwing him away when they discover that Zuko is in fact a fire bender as well as a water bender. La gets a great laugh from all of this and just how bad Ozai screwed up. Kya does die like in canon despite Zuko trying to help she protects him after sending Katara away so the soldier won't hurt him. Zuko gets his scar during this.

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