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escapingmytrauma · 3 years

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HIS PROPERTY

YANDERE TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI X VIRGIN F!READER

CW/TW: Kidnapping, dub/non-con, dacryphilia, praise and degrading, mentions of cremating, yandere behavior, degrading, praise, dirty talk, threaten use of anal, stolen virginity, ownership, possessive behavior.

WC: 3.8K

DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! 18+

Dabi: His Property

You sighed as your sister wept into your shoulder about how horrible he was. You knew that everyone knew that. Dabi was a villain for God’s sake. Did she really believe that he was going to change?

“I’m never going back to him, he can fucking die for all I care,” She blabbered. You held the urge to roll your eyes knowing all too well she does care. He doesn’t even care for her, but you and her friends had already told her multiple times; y’all could only give her so much advice.

It had already been two weeks and she was still crying all day. It was a toxic relationship, one you would never want to be in. But older sisters were always the example of what to do and of what NOT to do. Another hiccup escaped her lips as she lifted herself off your shoulder and looked over to you with pleading eyes. You wanted to look away because you knew she was about to ask for a huge favor, and one you more than likely would not want to do.

“Hey… could you ever be so kind and pick up the rest of my things from Dabi’s place?” Your jaw slightly dropped; sure, she asked you for ridiculous favors, but this, this took the cake. She knows how much you dislike Dabi, and you would never admit it, but he intimidated you; he intimidated everyone. Your sister was just stupid enough to get caught up in with someone like him.

“I don’t know, Gigi… It was your relationship, not mine, I don’t want to get involved if I’m being honest,” You admitted. She grabbed you by the shoulders and looked straight into your eyes with her bottom lip slightly pouted out.

“Pleaseeeee, sis. I’m begging you, I don’t want to see him,” Gigi begged. You looked over to her friends who were watching this unfold. Your eyes asking them to intervene. To do something, anything. To your luck they rubbed the back of their neck and looked away.

You scoffed and looked back at her, “Fine. I’m only doing this because I don’t want this to slap back in my face,” You stated as you stood up. Your sister gave you a big hug and continuously whispered her thanks to you; shrugging it off you hesitantly made your way out and headed off to Dabi’s.

******

You were in front of the door, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach kept making you hesitate to knock. Best case scenario he wasn’t home. Taking a deep breath, you gave the door two good hard knocks.

To your dismay you heard shuffling on the other side and the door starts opening as words pour out of Dabi’s mouth, “Already crawling back Gi- “He stopped midway when he looked and saw that it was you and not your sister.

Dabi was shocked on the inside, but he couldn’t show it. His dumb ex sent her poor, younger, innocent sister to come collect her things, which he had already thrown out, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Ah… If it isn’t Gigi’s little sister,” Dabi said with a smirk playing on his lips. The use of your whole name had your shoulders slightly shrinking. “What brings you here?” He asks as he leans on his doorframe a glint in his eyes that tells you that this is a bad idea, a bad idea.

“Just coming to collect Gigi’s belongings…” You meekly reply. You were so determined to have a strong look, to not look intimidated, but that obviously didn’t hold up.

Keep it together for God’s sake!

Mentally scolding yourself as he raised one of his hands to come inside, “Yeah, they’re in the room, Come on in.” The dangerous smirk and glint his eyes not once leaving his face. Your heart was thumping loudly, your stomach was churning with nausea as every single bad scenario played in your head.

He’s going to kill me.

Dabi closed the door behind him and locked it. The sound of the lock had you tensing up, “I don’t want to waste any of your time so I promise it will be quick,” You quickly stammered out.

A small chuckle left his lips as he gazed at your whole body from head to toe, you had a much nicer figure than your sister that’s for sure. The clothing was so plain, some jean shorts and a simple V-neck blouse that complimented your cleavage a little too well. You uncomfortably shifted under his lustful gaze as you tried to think of something else.

“So…” you cleared your throat before proceeding, “Which room is her stuff in?” His piercing blue eyes shifted to the door behind you, and he nudged his chin indicating that that was room. You gave a small nod and turned around and made your room to the door. Your eyes must have missed the lock that was placed on the outside of the door instead of the inside as you walked into the room.

Dabi smirked as he followed closely behind you; you were falling right into his trap, you are poor, naïve soul.

“Dabi, there is nothing in here, just a bed,” You stated as you turned around and hit his chest. You took a wobbly step back. Your heart racing faster than it was before.

“I know.” You nervously swallowed as you looked anywhere but at him. A small hum left his lips as you looked and tried to think of a way to calm yourself. “You nervous? Hmm… doll, tell me, are you?” The words had a tone of mockery laced in them as you finally looked at his eyes.

“Stop being weird Dabi,” You muttered as you started to walk past him. That only proceeded in his roughly grabbing your upper arm and pulling you back and releasing you onto the hardwood floor with a thud.

“What was that for?! Dabi, seriously, if you’re mad about the breakup maybe you should go talk to Gigi,” You rambled with panic in your tone. Dabi kneeled in front of you grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

“I never wanted your sister. I wanted someone else… can you guess who it is?” He taunted with a sinister grin on his stapled face. Mischievous blue pupils wanting to you to answer.

Your eyes were wide and your lips slightly apart of just how insane this guy is. His thumb reached over and glided across your bottom lip, “I’ll give you another hint, I’m looking right at her…” Dabi whispered. If you weren’t scared, you most definitely were now. His thumb continued lightly slide across your bottom lip as tears started strolling down your cheek. Dabi let out a wicked chuckle as his other hand pushed your body down to the ground and was now straddling you.

“Dabi… Don’t…”

“Don’t what, doll? Hmm?” Dabi leaned down and licked the tears off your face, letting out a small hum of approval as your hands were still frozen at your side. You were letting him touch you, lick your tears off, and you haven’t managed to stop him. His face was suddenly in front yours and he pushed his lips against your slipping his tongue in quickly. Your eyes were still wide, and your hands found themselves pushing against his chest. He easily grabbed both of your wrists pulling them away pushing them above your head.

He managed to get both of your wrists in one of his hands as the other trailed beneath your shirt, gripping at your side with an uncomfortable grip. You writhed and squirmed beneath him as he gripped harder at your sides. Dabi pulled away his face away from yours a string of saliva connected to both of y’all’s lips. He pulled his hand up from underneath your shirt and pushed his thumb in your mouth.

“Suck.” It wasn’t even a suggestion. You swallowed before nervously wrapping your tongue slightly around his thumb and sucking. Dabi groaned as he praised, “Good girl.”

His eyes were intensely watching you and you could nothing but look back, his whole gaze had your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. You wanted this to end.

A knock interrupted. Your eyes looked down hoping to the door, but you were met with Dabi’s pants and you could see a noticeable bulge against the crotch area. You sighed in relief when another knock.

“Dabi!” Your eyes went wide, it was your sister. Dabi chuckled and looked down at you with his thumb still in your mouth.

“Make a sound and I’ll cremate her,” Dabi threatened. Not giving you a chance to respond he took his thumb out of your mouth with an audible pop. Dabi stood up and looked down at you, “Now stay quiet and sit on the bed for me like a good little whore.” He walked out of the room and you heard the door lock on the other side. You slowly sat yourself up and fixed your shirt.

You could hear faint talking on the other side, your sister’s voice sounded panic and scared. But you couldn’t quite make out what they were talking about. You just stay there on the floor not making a sound as you try your best to not make any noise. You hear the front door open and shut, but you don’t hear any sounds.

Did he walk her out?

You stood up and walked over to the door trying to jiggle it, but nothing. It was locked. You sighed in frustration as you contemplated on whether or not to try to kick the door. Before you could decide you heard the front door open ad heavy footsteps approaching to the room. Taking a couple of shaky steps as you heard the lock unlock and the door being pushed wide open and being met with a wicked grin.

“Good news, doll!” Dabi walked closer to you as his hands were behind his back like he was hiding an item. You kept taking steps back until your back hit the wall, Dabi didn’t hesitate to close the distance, “Your sister thinks you’re hiding because you didn’t do what she asked… and on top of that I told her the truth of where her items were, so… she has no reason to come back here,” He casually explained. Your eyes narrowed as you could slightly feel your anger boiling up inside you.

“You sick son of a BITCH!” You yelled as your hand came swinging aiming for his cheek, but he stopped you with one of his hands.

A malicious chuckle left his lips as he gripped your wrist tightly causing you to whimper, “I’m going to break that fire of yours, and you’re going to love it,” Dabi whispered. You squirmed as you wanted to get out of his grip tugging your wrist only for him to increase his grip; you let out a small cry as tears stung the corner of your eyes.

Dabi pulled you to him only for him to force you on the bed with his weight, he brought his other hand out revealing a black leather collar. Your eyes widen as you struggle more; Dabi let out a huff in frustration as you weren’t being still.

“I’m going to fucking shove my cock in your ass if you don’t stop moving,” Dabi threatened.

He wasn’t one for empty threats and you knew that. You go completely still as you can’t hear anything besides the loud thumping in your chest. He hums in approval as he sits up straddling your body, he undoes the collar and is surprisingly gently as he puts it around your neck. Once he finishes his eyes hold nothing but lust, he loops his pinky finger in the hole where a chain can connect pulls at it forcing your face to come up. He leans down into you enveloping your lips in a deep kiss that you can’t escape.

A whimper barely makes its way out of you as your hands feebly push against his chest. He yanks on the collar harder causing you to let out a grunt. Dabi releases the collar and the kiss pushing you down by your shoulders flat on the bed. He sits back up and tears your shirt and burns the middle of your bra.

“Dabi please do- “

“No… I will…” he cuts you off as his fingers fiddle with the button on your jean shorts, “And you’re gonna be a good lil’ whore for me and take it.” He gets up off you and quickly takes both your shorts and panties off, your face heats up as you quickly clamp your legs together in an effort to hide, Dabi quickly pushes his hands in between and caws your thighs apart as your whole mind is now processing what is going on.

I’m going to get raped! Dabi is going to take my virginity.

Tears freely roll down your cheeks as his face is now right in front of your pussy, shame and fear lighting up within you. He delves his tongue in between your folds, you let out a small mewl as you squirm. His arms going beneath your thigh as he wraps his hands around your thigh and grips down to hold you still. Dabi continues to lap greedily at your cunt as you can’t hold back the noises that escape your mouth.

Dabi is thoroughly enjoying your reactions, trying to get you prepared for him. Such a responsive thing, he loved it. Sucking on your bud he releases one of your thighs as he brings two of his fingers at your soaking entrance. He slowly pushes them. A loud gasp escapes your mouth as your fingers entangle themselves into his hair.

“Nngh…” You squeeze your eyes shut trying to block him out, but his thick digits are fucking you at a pace that won’t allow you to do so. He swirls his tongue around your clit as he picks up the pace; breathy moans falling shamelessly out of your mouth.

“Look at you… moaning like a lil’ slut,” Dabi comments as you clench around his fingers. You just whimper in return, your whole face heating up in the fact that you are enjoying this. Your body is. The feeling in your stomach starts to become bigger as Dabi now is hovering over you as his two fingers penetrate you and his thumb roughly rubs at your bud.

Your body is reacting on its own as it starts to grind in motion with Dabi’s fingers. He growls lowly as he pulls you up to him by the collar as he kisses you. His tongue raiding your mouth to where you can taste yourself on him. You don’t want to cum on his fingers, but you can’t help it. The sensation is too powerful as you moan loudly into his mouth orgasming on his fingers.

Dabi pulls his fingers out and shoves them into your mouth pushing them far back causing your vision to blur and you to gag. He removed his fingers as a trail of saliva followed and he started unbuckling his belt. Dabi was quick to remove his pants. You tried regaining a little composure as you slowly sat up only to be pushed back down.

“Turn over.” You froze. You really didn’t want to, but at the same time who knew what threats he had up his sleeve. You slowly rolled over to your back your heart racing as tears stung your eyes again. You felt as his hand snaked beneath around your stomach as he started to lift you up. Even though you were a virgin you understood everything about sex. You knew exactly what he was asking for. You obediently got on your knees and your hands.

You could hear him hiss lowly as he brought his body close to yours. “Dabi please… don’t…” you tried pleading one more time. “I’m a- “

“Doll. Don’t make me shove it in your ass,” Dabi warned. You swallowed all protests and squeezed your eyes shut. You tried to steady your breathing as you felt his head tease your entrance.

Please go slowly! Please go slowly!

As if reading your mind, he slowly pushes his head in, hissing as he could already feel you clenching around him. God, you were so fucking tight. He continues to push himself in as you let out a cry and tears fall down the side of your face. Dabi allows himself to bottom out in you enjoying how tight and wet you are. You unsteady breathing as hurts a little more than anticipated.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Dabi whispers as he leans down into your ear. “Be a good whore and ask me to fuck you,” He commands. Your eyes go wide. You can feel his whole cock inside of you as you pause to think whether or not to do so.

“Fuck me, please… Dabi,” You meekly force out. He lets out a groan as he gently rocks against you.

“Say it again.”

You swallowed, “Please fuck me, Dabi.” You were so embarrassed to be asking for such an action. Dabi rocked against you harder, every single time his head hitting harder against your cervix. You let out mewls as he picked up his pace; at this point you adjusted to his size and it was pleasurable.

Dabi pulled out and flipped you over as he thrusted back into you harshly. You let out a yelp as he just bucked your hips into you. Filthy words and phrases spilling out of his mouth.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re clenching so hard for my cock.”

“You’re such a slut for me.”

They came barreling out as he just continued to violently shove his cock deep into you. Over and over again. Another orgasm left your body as your toes curled and your back arched up.

“That’s it, cum on my cock you lil’ whore.” As if to increase stimulation he tweaked and pinched at your hardened nipples causing you to thrash and squirm as whimpers left your mouth. Your fingers fisted into the bedsheets and Dabi thrusted harder.

“Tell me who owns you, whore,” He demanded between pants. He was close. So, so close.

“You do, Dabi,” You sob out as he continues to pinch and knead your breasts.

“That’s fucking right!” His thrusts become sloppy, and he suddenly lets out a loud groan releasing into you. Riding out his high as you slowly get over your afterglow.

You both are panting hard, and he lays completely on you. His fingers run gently through your hair, you barely manage to make eye contact with him; he smirks as he notices your eyelids getting heavy and sleep enveloping you.

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Your eyes slowly open blinking a couple of times to adjust your surroundings. There is a dull soreness between your thighs, actually every part of you felt sore. You weakly sit up as you look down to see that your dressed in different clothing. Your fingers trail to your hipbone to feel a new set of panties were put on you, and you were in a big t-shirt; unfortunately, you had no bra on. You rub your eyes as you look down and see a chain around your ankle. You lean over to slightly pull at it; you sighed in defeat.

The door opened and you looked up to be met with the eyes of your captor.

“Good afternoon, doll…” He stated casually. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Afternoon?”

“Ah yes, you were asleep for roughly about eighteen hours,” Dabi answers as he walks in with some items in both of his hands. Closing the door behind him with the back of his foot, “I suppose I should have taken into consideration that your sister did say you were sleep deprived and that you were indeed a virgin.”

You silently watch as he sits beside you and opens a water for you handing it to you, “I can’t have you dehydrated either… Also, I need you to take this,” Dabi rambles as he hands you both the water and a small pill. Your eyes look back up at him with a suspicious glint.

“I don’t think you want kids right now,” Dabi smirks as he looks down at the pill.

Oh… it’s a plan B.

You nod in confirmation as you obediently take the pill and swallow it down with some water. You drink some more of the water realizing your more parched than you thought. He lets out a chuckle. You were still trying to wake up, and it doesn’t go passed his mind he could easily fuck you right back to sleep.

“Why am I still here?” You question. “You took my virginity, isn’t that enough?” You inquire further.

He hums contemplating on how to answer, “Because you’re my property… It’s pretty simple actually… Date your dumb sister for about a month… well a month was the plan, but that didn’t work… and then I knew she would send you because she’s prideful and stubborn like that,” Dabi finishes.

“Wait. Wait. We skipped chapters, Dabi… you’re making it sound as if you had met me way before you met my sister. We were never introduced to one another till after y’all started dating.”

“Hm… Oh, right. I knew you before I knew your sister, but you didn’t know me…” Dabi explained as if it was completely normal.

“But that doesn- “

Dabi raises his hand to cut you off, “Enough questions, doll. Don’t inquire too much, I don’t like it… I need you to eat,” He says as he hands you some food in your hand. His thumb reaches over and gently grazes your cheek wanting to desperately fill your tight little cunt with his cock again, but he knows you need a small break.

“Gigi said you horrible at aftercare…” You whisper more to yourself, but he hears.

“Ah. I take care of my property, doll… but try not to piss me off, I will have to discipline you in ways you won’t enjoy,” Dabi warns. You take a bit of your warm food as you just nod.

“Now say it for me… that you’re my property…” Dabi demands. You swallow your food as you looked up at him. You didn’t want to, but it would be wise to not piss him off while you’re in no condition to fight.

“I’m… I’m your property,” You shakily finish. Dabi smirks and leans down placing a kiss on your forehead.

He knew you didn’t believe it, but he was going to get you to a point where you do believe it. That you’re his property.

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The Crossing: Deleted Scene: Mariana and Francesca at Home

Deleted Scene: Mariana and Francesca at Home

They’re at dinner when it starts - innocently enough - with Mariana reaching for the milk to pass Francesca.

Mom reaches too. So does Mama.

“I got it,” Mom says, taking it from Mariana.

Francesca sits, quiet. It’s a lot different here without everyone. Especially Jesus. She’s used to noise, kind of. This isn’t loud enough for her.

“So, how was your math test?” Mama asks.

Francesca ducks her head. “Hard,” she admits.

“You studied, right?” Mama asks.

“Yes,” Francesca answers, hurt. She studied a bunch but it was like all the numbers escaped out of her head through her ears while she slept the night before.

“Well, how’d you do?” Mom asks.

“13…” Francesca mumbles.

“She did study. Jesus and I both helped her,” Mariana insists, and Francesca feels happy that they talked at Avoidance. Happy to have Mari, at least, on her side.

“Oh, I bet that went like gangbusters…” Mom says like they’re silly.

“What’s 13, Francesca?” Mama insists. She’s not that patient right now. Or ever anymore.

She shrugs. “Just 13!” Francesca exclaims, frustrated. Tears are in her eyes. Moms don’t know how it is to have a bad score read out loud in front of the whole class so they all laugh. Jesus does. He told her the story once of how he failed a spelling test in fourth grade and got in a bunch of trouble. Francesca still wonders if that was here or with the bad guy. She didn’t ask.

What if she gets in a bunch of trouble now?

“Show it to me,” Mama says, telling not asking.

Francesca sighs and gets up from the table. Their spaghetti doesn’t have meatballs. It’s not close to as good as Michael and Jaimie’s spaghetti. She’s not even hungry for it anyway.

She goes to get her bag and finds the paper, crumpled at the bottom.

“There’s not a grade, see. So I really don’t know…” she points out.

“That’s because this is an F,” Mama says, looking at Francesca, upset.

“We don’t have those grades,” Francesca protests, quiet.

“It’s below an N, Francesca. It means you didn’t pass,” Mom barges in. “How much did you study?”

“A lot!”

“Well, 13 out of 20 doesn’t look like a lot of effort,” Mama joins in.

Francesca’s crying. She almost doesn’t see Mariana nod at her like she has a plan. Almost. But luckily, she does remember what Dominique said: They’re on the same team. So that means Francesca’s not alone right now.

Under the table so Moms don’t notice, Mari texts the fireworks emoji to both Jesus and Dominique via group text. Hopes if Jesus can’t come for them, Dominique can. Hopes Dominique even gets what fireworks are supposed to mean, since that was a thing Mari and Jesus shared, no one else.

“I very much doubt you studied a lot with your brother and sister if this is the grade you brought home,” Mom insists.

“Phone,” Mama says, holding out her hand. Sobbing now, Francesca hands hers over.

“And no more ‘studying’ at Jesus’s. Since we know how well that’s going…” Mom says. “You study here. School and home. And no electronics.”

“Mariana. Your phone, too. I don’t want Francesca thinking she can convince you to borrow yours to text her friends.”

“What friends!” Francesca screams. “I don’t have any!”

Mariana gets up to walk around the table and hand her phone over, intentionally biding as much time as she can. It’s enough to see that both Jesus and Dominique have gotten the emoji. They don’t text back.

Silently, Mariana hands over her phone. Then leaves the table with Francesca, ignoring Moms as they call them back to finish dinner. Mariana knows better than to leave Frankie alone when she is this upset.

When they get to their room, Mariana shuts and locks it. Opens her arms.

Francesca crosses her own arms. Keeping her distance.

“I texted,” Mariana whispers. “They’re coming.”

“Moms will send them away…” Francesca says brokenly.

“No way. They always let company come in.” Mariana reassures. “Can I?” she asks, arms still open.

“I’m stupid. Just a stupid baby nothing…”

“I think...you mean awesome baby sister…” Mariana ventures, willing the words to come now when she most needs them.

“No, I didn’t…” Francesca pouts.

Eventually, Mariana sits on her bed and pats the space beside her. Francesca comes on her own, taking her time, and not looking Mariana in the eyes.

“I did study,” Francesca says like she’s begging.

“I know. You did,” Mariana agrees, and Francesca leans into her.

It takes forever for Jesus, Dudley and Dominique to arrive. It’s dark and Mariana’s sure that’s complicating things for Jesus, and maybe Dominique, too. But when the doorbell rings, it’s loud enough for them to hear all the way upstairs. Mariana knows they used it on purpose.

Distantly, she can hear Mom, opening the door, and greeting Jesus and Dominique surprised. Asking why they didn’t just come in.

“Dudley likes to press buttons,” Jesus explains, and Mariana smiles to herself.

“They’re here,” Mariana reassures, her arm around Francesca. “It’s gonna be okay now.”

In no time, Mariana can hear Dominique asking if it’s okay to come upstairs and say hi. While Jesus is sitting down with Moms in the kitchen to talk.

There’s a tap on their bedroom door. “It’s Dominique and Roberta. Can we come in?”

Francesca smiles and wipes her eyes, walking over and unlocking the door. She barrels into Dominique and buries her face in Roberta’s fur.

“Hey… Hey guys…” Dominique greets. “Can I sit down?”

Francesca will not let go of Dominique so they walk together over to Frankie’s bed. Mariana gets up to close the bedroom door again. Lock it. Hopes Dominique won’t mind.

“What happened?” Dominique checks in, holding Francesca close.

Francesca can’t talk. She just bursts into fresh tears. It’s a sight that Mariana’s rarely seen. But maybe being allowed to have her guard down with The Avoiders has lessened her defenses a little bit.

Unfortunately, seeing Francesca so upset, and being forced into giving up her only way of calling for backup has Mariana stressed into silence, too.

“Mariana. Sit down, babe. There’s room for three,” Dominique insists, patting the other side of her.

So Mariana does, relieved as Dominique puts an arm around her as well.

“They said I can’t come over,” Francesca sobs.

“Hey… You absolutely can come over,” Dominique reassures. “Jesus and I are gonna make sure. Okay?”

Mariana can see Francesca shaking. Reaches out for her hand. Holds on. Francesca does, too, her nails digging in.

“Math test,” Mariana whispers to Dominique. “She struggled on it...and because she studied with me and Jesus…” Mariana shrugs. “They took our phones.”

Dominique’s eyes widen. “All right. This is some toxic shit here…”

Francesca sits up abruptly. “Language…” she can’t help saying, even in her upset.

“Sorry. I’m just saying. We gotta get out of here. Stick with me. Jesus and I drove separately. So, we’re going to my parents’.”

Dominique walks, head up, confident. She’s holding Roberta, but knows Francesca and Mariana are right with her.

She leads the way down the stairs and calls into the kitchen. “We’re going to my folks’ for a bit.” Then, she just keeps walking. Out the door. To the car. She puts Roberta in the carrier, and opens the back door and the passenger door, unsure of who will sit where.

When everyone’s comfortable, she pulls out.

“So, what’s going on?” Jesus asks, keeping Moms’ attention the best he can once Dominique gets Mari and Frankie out.

“Nothing. The girls are just being dramatic, that’s all,” Mom rolls her eyes. “Francesca failed a test at school and didn’t like being told she can’t study with you anymore.”

Jesus raises his eyebrows. “What do I have to do with this?”

“She says she studied a lot at your house,” Mama insists, showing Jesus the test. The 13/20 circled in red on top.

“She did. Division’s hard,” Jesus maintains.

“Honey, either she’s lying about studying with you, or she’s not studying correctly.” Mama says, out of patience.

“Or she’s got CP and that makes math extra hard for her.” Jesus isn’t backing down on this. As Francesca’s grown, he’s started reading stuff by adults who have CP. Almost all of them talk about having difficulty in math.

“Oh, please. You need to stop making excuses for her,” Mom scoffs.

Jesus is silent. “When...exactly...did you stop respecting her?” he asks calmly.

“Jesus…” Mama objects. “It’s not like that. You’re not here all the time. You don’t see how she can be.”

“I do, though. I see her,” Jesus promises. “You see she failed a test. I see why she failed. It’s not her fault. She did try. She did study. She understood the stuff. But she says it looks different on tests.”

“Well, of course it looks different,” Mama exclaims.

“She means… She can’t, like, translate the information to a new set of problems. She can do the ones we studied but if she gets new ones? It doesn’t make sense to her anymore.”

“Well, what are we supposed to do, Jesus?” Mom asks, at her wit’s end.

“I’m not her parent...but I don’t think the answer is punishing her for something she really can’t help…” Jesus says, treading super carefully.

“I could see if her math teacher offers any after school help…” Mama ventures. “Or if there’s peer tutoring? Since all the study time with me doesn’t seem to be helping either…”

“So, I guess we should give them these back…” Mom sighs.

Jesus’s eyes widen as he sees Mariana and Francesca’s phones on the table.

“I know. Too much.” Mom admits. “We just...feel out of our depth with her…”

“You could ask…”

“Who?” Mom presses.

“Literally anyone. Francesca, first. But also me, Mari or Dominique. We all kinda get each other. And we can help explain stuff to you guys that she doesn’t know how to say specifically yet…” Jesus scratches Dudley’s head affectionately.

“Like her math not translating…” Lena nods.

“Yeah,” Jesus agrees.

“All right. Can you please go get your sisters from Dominique’s parents house now?”

“And if they wanna stay over? At the apartment?” he checks.

“That’s fine,” Mom relents. “But we would like to talk to Francesca.”

“Okay. I’ll bring their phones. Have her call you,” Jesus decides.

“Good to see you,” Mama says, reaching up to hug him.

Jesus hugs her back, even though she didn’t ask before she did it. It seems like moving out undid all of that. Boundaries. Respect. At least he can still be here and advocate for Francesca. At least his voice still carries weight.

It takes Francesca a long time to calm down. But Dominique and Mariana sing in the car and that helps her not want to hate and hurt herself for failing. She doesn’t know all the words to what they’re singing, but can join in, on the melody, just singing “oohs” while Mariana and Dominique sing the real words, above and below her:

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How life carries on endlessly even after death. With shortness of breath, you explain the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist. And I couldn’t help but ask you to say it all again. I tried to write it down but I could never find a pen. I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time. That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes.”

The words make Francesca feel full. And here. And singing with Mariana and Dominique, she belongs somewhere. It makes her remember being an Avoider and how Jesus and Dominique kept their promise and came for her and Mariana when got to be too hard at home.

When they get to Michael and Jaimie’s, it’s like Francesca can breathe. She wants to run into Jaimie’s arms - to say her name loud - only she doesn’t.

She stays quiet. Because it hurts when Moms think she’s stupid.

It doesn’t matter that Michael came and helped her and Mari up the front steps with no railing. Or said they were happy she came. Okay, it does a little. But Francesca still hurts inside.

She can hear Dominique telling her mom that she and Mari just needed a break, and Jaimie smiles and invites them to sit down. They turn off the TV (seriously can they tell by looking at Francesca that she’s so grounded right now?) and come back to sit around the dining room table and talk.

Francesca doesn’t want to talk to anyone ever. Her whole life is ruined by not being able to go to Jesus’s anymore. And not having her phone to text The Avoiders if she needs them. She really is alone.

Her hands are already in her lap, so it’s not like anybody would notice if she…

Dominique sits down next to her. “You wanna sit with me?” she asks.

Wordlessly, Francesca joins her. It doesn’t matter that she’s ten and Moms would probably say she’s too big. Jesus says every age person needs to be held if they want to. She leans against Dominique. Threads their fingers together. Then apart. Again. Again. Again.

She’s not listening to the adults. Just her own thoughts. Nobody knows them, just her.

“Francesca?”

Oops. That’s Jaimie talking to her.

“What?” she says.

“Did you want something to drink, babe?”

“No, thank you,” Francesca sighs.

“Jesus is talking to Moms,” Mariana offers. “It’ll be okay.”

Francesca ignores her. Not to be rude, just because why listen. Everything’s already ruined and it’s her own fault, as usual.

She just stays on Dominique’s lap while her Mom and Dad play Scrabble and Mariana watches. And Dominique watches.

Eventually, Jesus gets there. Gives Francesca her phone back. Mariana, too.

“Moms wanna talk to you. Give them a call, okay? They’re not mad,” Jesus encourages.

“You just tell me.” Francesca insists. She’s feeling too wrong to talk to them.

“Well,” Jesus crouches by the chair she’s in with Dominique. “You’re not grounded. Moms know it’s not your fault about the math test.”

“I told them, but they didn’t believe me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But I’ll always talk to them for you if you need. I always believe you. I know it’s not your fault. And you can still come to my place if you want.”

Francesca lunges at Jesus, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “I do. I want to. Oh my gosh. I didn’t ask.” She lets go. Backs up. “Sorry, Jesus.”

“Thanks, buddy, I appreciate that.”

“You guys wanna hang out?” Michael asks. “There’s always room for more at the Scrabble table.”

“Nah, we should get going,” Jesus decides.

So, Francesca slides off Dominique’s lap. “You guys really do take care of me, huh?” she observes. “Mariana, you texted for me. Helped me. Dominique, you drove us. Jesus, you talked to Moms. And Michael and Jaimie let us have Avoidance here.”

For a second, it almost feels like she’s surrounded by superheroes. With invisible capes and powers no one understands but really, everyone should have. Super Strength Understanding. Supersonic Adapting. Accommodationing At The Speed of Light.

Francesca wonders what super power she would have. For a long time, she thought maybe she’d be invisible, but she kinda feels like that in the real world already. So she’d wanna have something else. Maybe magical singing that changed people’s minds and hearts. Made them listen. If that was really a super power.

They sound like a group of superheroes anyway. Dominique being brave. Mariana being so smart to text before her phone got taken away. And Jesus being able to be the distraction they needed, so they could get away, and taking time to explain to Moms so she would not be in trouble.

“Wait. This was Avoidance?” Michael asks and it’s super funny.

“Yes,” Francesca grins. She’s feeling almost all the way back to a person now.

They’re leaving when Dominique asks Mariana: “So fireworks… That’s like...the official Adams Foster SOS signal?” She’s trying to carry Roberta in her arms, but Roberta is super crabby. Mariana offers and Roberta acts like an angel who never did one thing wrong in her life. She even purrs.

“Basically,” Mariana nods.

“I started it,” Jesus says.

“He did.” Mariana confirms.

“Can we sleep at your house?” Francesca asks.

“You bet.”

When they leave together, all walking next to each other, all helping each other, Francesca feels all the way back. She’s herself again. And being herself is okay. With the people who see her. Get her. Love her.

Her people:

The Avoiders.

#fic: the crossing

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raindrenchedstories · 7 years

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Forever home. Pt. 10 G/t, Pet tiny, angst, fluff.

Disclaimer! I tried to write something I have no experience with! PTSD! So I had to google the information. I’m aware Richter makes a BIG mistake regarding the condition. And if it’s portrayed inaccurately, feel free to tell me. But keep in mind that I’m doing my best,

The sounds outside the door were utterly confusing to Richter. Bear was late coming home in the first place, and he could make out feint shouts and angry yelling. All the while Bear was speaking softly and comfortingly as possible. Though his voice carried some irritation as well. And the idea of THAT guy being angry made Richter cringe. He'd only seen the giant upset once. Never again. As the door clattered open, the bearded giant struggled to keep hold of something flailing in his hands. Richter slowly became interested as Bear made his way to the enclosure. He was fixated on the voice of another person. Did Bear purchase him a companion? Or was this some poor sap he'd caught outside? Making his way out to his keepers lowered hand, Richter started to notice the language the other person was using. It almost sounded like Latin, but there was a far heavier accent to it. Not only that, but every time this person spoke, Bear responded. As though they were holding a conversation. It took a moment to get comfortable in the massive platform that was Bears palm. As soon as Richter was ready however, he patted the tree trunk of a thumb to his left. Soon enough that usual gut dropping sensation of being lifted came and went and Richter could see the new face. Bear appeared to have a firm hold over the angry, yelling little fellow. Well, 'little' was a relative term. The man was a few inches taller than Richter himself, but in Bears palm he looked like a hamster. For the most part he looked human. Aside from a pair of rather pointed ears, large eyes, that seamed one solid colour and impossibly thin face. Richter could only sit there, jaw open.

“An...Is that? Bear! Is that an Elf?” It was long enough for the other man to notice him, and now point as he shouted at the top of his lungs. Clearly Bear was getting angry with his pointy eared companion. As was made evident in a soft squeeze. The elf gave an odd little squeak as he was set down with Richter into the enclosure. The giant turning to storm off and finish his work. The elf just continued to yell and dust off, clearly still angry. Though, Richter was more interested in talking to the guy now. Not only had it been a while since he'd seen someone of his own size, but he'd never spoken with an elf before. The only problem was the language barrier. "So um... hi." He started, a small, sheepish smile inched over his features a moment. "Hm? Oh you're still here. Speak common, man." Just as Richter thought, The elf didn't understand him. Just once he'd like to actually speak with someone. Instead of just at them. "Well, that didn't work." He heaved a sigh folding his arms. At about that point, the elf looked him over. Richter could tell he was talking again, asking questions, but damned if he could answer them. Without much warning however, the other man clapped a hand over Richters mouth, and cuffed him upside the head. Causing Richter to flail and squirm. Not long after his head was released, Richter found it in him to knock the guy off his feet. A fist landing right in that overly pointy nose. "The hell was that for jack ass!?" Now, Richter was pissed, checking himself for any sort of noticeable lump on his head. If he had some form of injury to show Bear, he was certain this overly aggressive intruder would be removed from his space. As much as Richter hated playing the 'oh poor little pet' card, he didn't think he could get peace if he didn't. It wasn't until the elf laughed that Richter looked right at him. An eye brow arched skyward as he contemplated screaming for Bear right then. "Okay, Okay that's better." The elf chuckled as he stood. "Can you understand me now?" It was as though he was speaking plain English. Just out of the blue. But, the movements of his mouth, it didn't match up at all. "Yeah...Yeah I understand you." He couldn't really understand what was happening. But it was worth the effort of trying to figure it out.

“Oh good. I didn’t want to hang around with some stupid animal today.” The elf waved a hand before heading to the shelter, casually placing his hands on his hips and grinning.

Richter folded his arms, grumbling. “Excuse me! Who even ARE you? Why’d Bear just bring you here?”

“Bear? Is that what you call him? Interesting.” The elf placed a hooked finger under his bottom lip in contemplation. “Not out here. I’ll explain things in the shelter.”

He motioned his head in that direction, Those long ears perking a moment before he ducked in. Richter couldn’t quite understand what was going on, until he heard the thunder of Bears approach. A small relief really.

Richter eagerly made his way towards the shelter as the telltale scraping of his feeding tray made it’s way into the air a moment. As he entered, he found the elf sitting on the floor, covering his ears. A small, pained expression on his face.

“Could you STOP THAT?!” The elf finally screeched at the top of his lungs. Richter couldn’t help a small snicker that escaped him. As if this fellow could get Bear to do anything by acting like an ass.

“Not really. Have to feed Ricky somehow.” the tray was slid back in place, thought, Richters normal enthusiasm about it seamed lost. His jaw just dangled a bit. Words didn’t quite come to the man, as the giant gazed down at him.

Soon he found himself shaken awake by the giants index finger tapping the wall beside the tray. A gentile prompt that food was there, and should be eaten before it got cold. Soon enough the bearded giant left. Though, his tender smile that seamed to arrive after every interaction together was absent.

Richter shuffled into the kitchen, elf in tow with a small hum. “Ah... Sorry, what just happened? Are...How long has.... Um.” It felt as though his legs just decided to stop working, Richters frame falling onto the bench lining the feeding tray.

“Oh, OH~ You didn’t know...Of course you didn’t. You’re human. Right then.” The elf sat down, not far from Richter. He inhaled deeply and folded his hands together. Staring the man in the eyes. “Well then.”

Richter hung on every word as the elf, Avery, apparently, explained. From what Richter understood, the translation spell would work for any being of his own intelligence or higher. However, it wouldn’t translate him if he simply didn’t want someone to understand him.

Avery waved a silver fork in his face a moment, produced from a small pocket in his clothing. “You see, it’s used on almost anything humanoid. However, way back. Like, before Willy there was born, your realm split from our own. We only have the word ‘human’ and fairy tales to remember you folk by.”

Taking another bite of the veggies, Avery continued. “Since no one’s even seen a human for so long and you poor sons of bitches don’t even seam to fend for yourselves, most people thought you dumb beasts. Not us elves though.”

Richter took another, unenthusiastic nibble of food. More focused on Avery than the meal it’s self. “Oh? So... So you guys know about us then? And you are here help us? Pass on that we aren’t just... Animals?”

“Yes. And hardly. My species spent centuries trying to find, and eradicate you stupid things. I only translated you so I wouldn’t get bored here.” Avery scoffed. Taking another bite of the food with a grimace. “Also took that spying spell off you. Don’t need Willy the Warhead knowing about this.”

Richter paused, blinking in confusion. “Wait. Eradicate? Why? What did we ever do to you?”

“Same thing the Dwarves do. Dig up iron. It’s toxic to my people. You humans seam to love covering yourselves in the stuff though.” He groaned, glancing around the room his eyes paused over the tap on the water bottle. Something Richter often took for granted.

“...Anyways, No comment on the spying spell?” The elf folded his arms, staring Richter down expectantly.

“Well... No. I mean... It makes sense. He seams to know things about me he wouldn’t be able to without watching me in some way.” Richter admitted. He couldn’t decide if he was angry or disappointed about said spell, and so pushed that thought to the back of his mind. A problem for later.

This seamed to disappoint Avery, however. “Really? I’d be pissed. Ah, well.... You have a pretty sweet set up.” He stared out the clear wall, humming slightly. “Better than I expected of William really.”

That caused Richter to halt once more. Staring blankly at Avery. “What? Do you even know the guy? He’s a big butter ball!” Richter laughed. Avery must have had him mixed up with some sort of coldhearted bastard, to think so lowly of the big guy. He couldn’t imagine Bear giving anything but the best to anyone other than himself really.

“...Really? Tell me. What do you really think of him? Like... Just in general.” Avery waved a hand, in a pancaking motion. Keen ears perking slightly, in attempts to hear any form of Bear coming close, or listening in.

Puzzled, Richter heaved a sigh. “Well... I mean.” He paused, gathering his thoughts together. “He’s alright. Confirming that he thought I was some kind of animal does make me feel better about the whole thing. It makes the whole ‘pet’ thing easier to deal with.”

Leaning to the right slightly, Richter fell onto his side in order to lay on the bench. Expanding this thoughts. “At first he terrified me. Any giant did. But now... I see him as a good guy. A little absent minded, but over all well meaning. I’m not ashamed to live with him. Why?”

Avery just gave a soft, sort of ironic laugh. “Oh... Oh wow. Talk about naive... Or, perhaps you just don’t know.” Richter felt pinned like a bug. Just feeling those eyes evaluating his ankles, practically all Avery could see of him.

The elf just about expended his comment before the telltale sound of Bears approach returned. Avery clapped his hands over his ears as the tray was slid out of place again. Exposing Richter laying on his back.

The giant gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Richter. You keep that cute act up, and I’m going to have to get that belly of yours.” The giant warned. Richter couldn’t help but cover his stomach, giving a sheepish grin.

The tray was taken to be cleaned then slid back into place once more. Bear heaved a sigh and waggled a finger at Avery. “I’m leaving for a little while. If I find even so much as a hair out of place on my little Ricky, you’re in deep shit you little bastard.”

Richter sat up in time to see Avery scowl before the elf shot up. “Oh don’t you worry. I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.” He folded his arms defiantly. “When’s Lev Coming for me? I can’t stand to be here a minute longer than I have to.”

“...She’ll be here at three. Two hours from now, and good riddance for that.” The giant took one last look at Richter, then shot off, slamming the door on his way out. Richter tilted his head, an action that apparently caused Avery to cringe.

“Lev?” It was all Richter could really say right now. The fact he could understand Bear so clearly still coming as such a shock to him.

“Yeah. My new ‘owner’...Could you just NOT? Please. Just stop.” Avery avoided even looking at Richter, confusing him greatly. He didn’t think he was doing anything to make Avery uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the proximity? Richter took a few steps back just in case.

“Um... Not ask you about it? Or... I’d love to stop if I knew what I was doing in the first place.” He finally thought to clarify.

Avery inhaled and sighed deeply. Pinching the bridge of his nose a moment. “No...No... It’s okay to ask about it. You probably have no idea what’s going on... I mean. Stop acting cute. Stop being... So adorable. It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Richter paused, blinking slightly and putting his hand out in a sort of ‘stop’ motion. “Whoah buddy. I’m not into-”

“NO! No! That’s not what I-....Oh dear gods you don’t even know you’re doing it. Do you?” Avery pushed his hand into his hair, shoving it back and out of the way.

“Doing WHAT!?” Richter flattened himself against the counter, now highly concerned.

Waving his hands in a ‘calm down’ motion Avery huffed. “No, no it’s fine. Just... Okay you’re using very clear body language-”

“I AM NOT!”

“.....That most pets use. Let me finish dammit. You’re exaggerating your movements and expressions more than you need to in order to get them across to a larger being. Only... In your case, you add more, um... Cute actions?” The elf shifted, clearly struggling to find the words. Richter decided to give him a break.

“Oh. THAT... You’re right, I didn’t realize I was doing it. No. The cute stuff that is.” He shrugged. Starting to make his way to the living room. “Exaggerating, well I’m not sure I can stop that. But I can hold back the cute for you. Yeah.”

Avery seamed bemused. “Wait...WAIT! You actually intend on being CUTE!?” The elf followed after hurriedly. Clearly baffled.

“Sometimes. If I feel like being an ass. Big guy can’t stay mad if you do something adorable afterwards...Most of the time.” Richter folded his arms, giving an awkward kick.

Avery just gave him a bemused stare. As though he’d just had the revelation of the century dumped on him. “Have you no pride?”

“None what so ever. That got stamped out the moment I ended up in a shelter. Anyhow, what about you? Is it just common practice for these guys to keep small folk as pets?” Finding a couch, Richter flopped right into the soft surface humming.

Avery bit his lip, sitting next to Richter. Right next to him. Not a lot of space was given, no matter how far Richter began to lean. The elf followed along, though there was no hint of malice in his expression. “Umm.”

“Well... Sort of. Only specific species are permitted to be kept. Under something called ‘the responsibility act’. Basically, if giants fuck up your life. They fuck it futher by keeping your entire species as pets....Are you okay?” Avery glanced at Richter, arching a brow.

“Er.... You’re a bit close. Like... Too close.” Avery blinked a moment, then leaned back. Away from Richter. Even giving him a bit more room.

“Sorry. I... I never thought that was an issue. We elves just kind of cuddle up to one another. Didn’t even think about it.” He scratched the back of his neck with a hum.

Richter gave a short nod, thinking. “So... The responsibility act. Does it just apply to elves and humans?”

“Elves, humans, naga... A few others. Anyone directly effected by giant life style. Normally they’re treated with a little more respect. Hell, for a presumed unintelligent being, you’re in fucking paradise.” Avery waved a hand around the room.

“So... What did they do to the elves?” Richter folded his hands, trying not to make eye contact. The whole time, he just wondered how giants had anything to do with the fall of humanity.

Avery glanced at Richter a moment, then took a shaky breath. “They... They’d tell you a different story. But they started a war... Well... I guess we started it. Sort of. But WE were in the right!”

“Guessing they ended it?” Richter motioned to the floor, indicating they were currently in an enclosure.

“Yeah. We elves, wanted to expand. Unite every race under the same rule. Everyone would have a use! Everyone would be put to work. Under the guidance of the elves.” Avery’s tone followed closely with the tone someone used to justify slavery. Richter grimaced.

“So you started taking places by force?” He folded his arms, hunching over onto his knees.

“Yeah. Went well at first. We took the naga civilization without much trouble. Surprising what a good cold snap spell can do to the things.” Avery snickered a moment. Shortly after giving a bitter expression.

“Then we made way for the Dwarves. And had a nasty surprise. They... They wasted no time in teaming up with the local mountain beings. Dragons, Ogres, trolls...Gnomes. They rose up Over time, the rest of the races joined.” Avery scoffed.

“They learned how to shut down someone’s magic with a sort of pulse. However, it was too large to transport feasibly.” He snickered.

Richter just sat there. He could tell where this story was going already. “Too big. Until the giants came in.” He finished for the elf.

“Yeah... They took us by surprise. Sure, we killed a few. But the killing of a giant in armour is not an easy task. Meanwhile. They were just picking us up. No blood spilled. Just up and stuffed in a cage. Turns out gnome tech works better than we thought.” Avery ranted on, arms flailing this way and that in gestures.

“...Wait... They didn’t kill a single person? Not one?” Richter perked up. A bloodless war sounded...impressive. “No losses on either side?”

“Well that’s not how it started. Before the giants, it was a typical war. But get this, once the giants were called upon, the only agreed to join the fight, if a peaceful option were provided. Bloody pacifists.” Avery spat.

“So instead of building weapons of death, the technical triad, that being gnomes, goblins, and Dwarves, made weapons that just... Made your body stop working. It wore off, but you just couldn’t stand or move. It was terrifying.” Richter took a moment to take that in.

Avery seamed to speak from experience, hugging his arms a bit. “Wait... Wait did you fight in that war?” Richter sat up. Avery only nodded. Causing Richters heart to drop a bit. “Sorry man.”

“It’s fine. It was several hundred years ago. Hells, if it weren’t for that nasty little invention of theirs, I’d have faced the same fate as the rest of my battalion.” He leaned back closing his eyes and pinching his nose.

“There’s a reason I fucking hate your master.” He continued. “You see. They almost had a bloodless war. Like they wanted. Then we had to get ‘smart’ and hit a giant with a trebuchet.” Avery cringed.

Puzzled, Richter spoke up. “It kind of seams like they can just walk that off.”

“Oh yes. A giant can shake it off like nothing happened. But that wasn’t what we were aiming for. We were aiming for the magic jammers.” He scoffed. “But... What we didn’t know was that those things were remotely activated. By a team of Dwarves riding in hollow tubes on the armour.”

“I thought you said you killed a few giants?” Richter interrupted.

“Yeah. The ones that didn’t have jammers. It takes a huge amount of magic to fell a giant. You can’t get close to them either. Too close and they just pick you up. So melee isn’t an option. Without magic it’s impossible. It didn’t help our case that said giants we killed... were there to try and talk us into peacefully surrendering.” Avery pressed his hand against his head. As though he realized how moronic the action had been.

“Anyways... We hit one giant. And his half his team of Dwarves. The Dwarves didn’t stand a chance. They just died...And the giant got angry.... I’ll never forget the sounds... Screaming and... just these sickening pops everywhere....” He covered his eyes a moment. Averys breathing quickened slightly. His knees started to come up to his chest.

Richters hand shot out a moment, landing on Averys knee, and causing him to flail off the end of the sofa. Mentally he kicked himself. Thinking back, way back, Richter recalled living with his grand father. A man who’d occasionally have flash backs to his own war. What did his mother do again?

“A-Avery... Avery.” Richter tried to keep his voice calm, relaxed. “Avery, please... describe what’s on my book shelf. Please. You’re right here. You’re safe. Just...”

“I’M NOT FUCKING SAFE! I’M IN WILLIAM THE WARHEADS HOME! YOU KNOW, THE GUY WHO LITERALLY WALKED ON EVERYONE I SERVED WITH! I’M LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE THAT MADE IT!” Avery shrieked.

Richter took a deep breath. “Avery... The book shelf. Please.”

Avery paused. Still breathing heavily, but glancing at the book shelf in the back corner. Richter always thought it was for show, only now, Avery began reciting things that said otherwise. “It’s... It’s fell oak. Stained so it’s lighter, but normally very dark wood.” He began.

“....Most of the books are by Hedlar Windscream... A great romantic fiction author...one of my favourites. Another is by Blink Mr. That woman writes interesting horror. Mostly based off the perspective of young children. Apparently from past experience... Heh, Should write a book myself.” He seamed a little calmer.

Calm enough for Richter to leave the room, and return with a glass of water for him. Avery drank it slowly, even though he didn’t really seam to realize what it was.

“Sorry.... That hasn’t happened in... Gods, how many years. I thought I was fine.” Avery raised his hand over his eyes once more, groaning.

“It’s fine. It happens. But... Are you okay? Like, are you alright to be in the same house as Bear?” Richter sat next to him. Somewhat terrified to bring the anxiety and fear right back. That said, he couldn’t just leave the guy feeling so vulnerable like this.

Avery just paused, hugging his arms again with a shaky breath. “No... No I don’t think I’m okay. But what else can I do? After the- After all that. I was informed about the responsibility act. I... I bounce between masters. Allot. At first it scared the hells out of me! Now though... Now I just wait until I’m given up again.”

“So... Why are you HERE of all places?” Richter tugged his shoulder a moment. And like a lost puppy, Avery followed. Not caring to ask where they were going, apparently.

Richter could only think of one place. One place Avery would feel safe. Pulling the hatch to the little stick hut open, he motioned for Avery to step inside.

“Leva... My new master... Can’t get off work before now. So she asked a friend to pick me up. From the last one. I didn’t know that Friend was W-”

“Hey. That name stays outside this dome.” Richter stopped him.

“Right... I didn’t know that friend was... Your master. What even? What IS this?” Avery glanced around. The inside of the dome was now covered with blankets every where. Held up by odd branches that poked inwards. The ground being a circle of pillows laying on top of a blanket. Richter had stashed some of his tools in there.

“It was a climbing bar set... But I modified it a bit. Oh... wait... Are you okay? Maybe this was a bad idea.” Richter paused. Thinking about the material the bars were actually made of.

“...Yeah. I’m fine. You covered the iron so... Even though I can sense it. It doesn’t hurt. You made this?” Avery sat down near the closest wall to the door. Perking up as Richter started to push a large amount of pillows behind his back.

“Yeah. He can’t reach in here. Fingers are too big. I started it when I firs got here. But... Now that I’m better around him. I don’t need it as much. Still a nice place to relax though. You can wait here until Leva arrives!” Richter beamed, trying to be encouraging.

“...Thank you... B-”

“Here, I’ll bring you a few books! And something to read with.” Richter shot up. Making his way to the house and bringing several books from the first author Avery mentioned, and the flashlight into the shelter. He tended to keep it in his bedroom just in case he felt like sleeping in the hut some time. Rare, but it happened once or twice.

When he returned, he found Avery huddled away from the door now, but still having a pillow wall built behind him. “He... He won’t be angry with you. Will he?” Avery took the books and examined the flashlight. Flicking it on and shining himself in the eyes a moment before turning it around.

“Nah, It’s fine. Just so long as you come out when you’re master comes out.” Richter flopped beside him smiling. “I’ll stall him until then. He can’t handle the cute at all.”

“...No shame... None. Why?” Avery glared at him a moment.

“Because that would mean... It would mean I’d want to go back to my old situation. Wondering if I’m going to starve to death...Or get mauled by some wild animal...Or freeze over the winter. Whatever I had in the past, it’s not better than this.” Richter sat next to Aver and sighed. Closing his eyes for a moment.

It felt GOOD to get that off his chest. To finally tell someone. “My entire society... Had an apocalypse. We didn’t know what was going on. Just some big energy thing hit us and... Poof. We were suddenly out on our own, nothing left of us but the people. And... We had to figure out how to survive.”

Avery leaned forward, eyes wide. “So, there’s literally nothing for you to go back to... I see. No mate?”

“...Girlfriend. But I’m pretty sure she drowned in a river.” Richter rested his forehead on his palm.

An arm passed over him as Avery pulled him into a half hug. “Sorry man. This is kind of the only thing I can think of for comfort.”

Pausing a moment, Richter took a shaky breath and leaned into the contact. “It’s fine. Hey... Why did the translation spell effect the books?” The change of topic would help. Just anything to keep his mind off it.

“It’d be a shit translation spell if it didn’t.” Avery snickered. Richter joining in. The two sat there, just reading for a while. When Bear had returned, Richter indicated without speaking that Avery was in the dome.

The giant left them be. More than likely unwilling to deal with the angry outbursts. Avery paused a moment. “Hey... Why aren’t you speaking to him?”

Richter hummed. “He’s... Been talking to me while I sleep. Or, while he thinks I’m asleep. I...I want to hear what he has to say.” He sat back with Avery a moment only for them both to jump as the door slammed open.

Avery shook his head a few times, trying to get the ringing out of his ears.

“WILLY! Will I’m.” A womans voice called, only to be cut off.

“It’s Bear. Hey Leva. Hang on a moment. I’ll get your elf.” Footsteps approached, Richter could see Avery was panicking, and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“Insist Leva do it. I’ll distract him so he won’t get angry.” Richter had to duck as Avery flailed a bit. Hissing under his breath.

“Fine! But don’t...DO that again. Whispering is a very intimate thing for us elves!” The man dusted off. His focus snapped to a tapping out side the dome.

“Avery. Come on. The sooner you’re out. The better.” Avery was clearly shaking now, his voice wavering a moment.

“N-no! I mean... I’d prefer if my new master did it. P-picked me up I mean.” Richter waited by the door while Bear prodded a warning finger at it. The human pounced on it. Holding the fingertip firmly and letting himself be dragged out.

“R-Ricky! What are you?” Richter almost instantly began hauling himself up onto the finger, wavering a moment and nearly falling back to the grass. Fortunately, he was caught. Even if the fall wouldn’t have done any real harm.

“AWE! Is that a little one? My goodness I’ve never seen one before.” Richter heaved a sigh, attempting to work past the physical effort it took to hang from a moving giant. He hardly noticed the woman approach.

Which made the sudden petting more of a shock than he was ready for. Letting off a funny squeak, the man pulled Bears thumb over himself and hid behind it.

“W-er.. Bear. I don’t see anything wrong with letting me pick Avery up. He’s my pet after all!” Richter cringed a moment. The words ‘my pet’ just sounded wrong when placed to Avery. In his case, they didn’t know he was intelligent. In Averys... He was talking right to them.

Regardless, Avery stepped out from the dome. Hesitantly, of course. And he was clearly trying not to look at Bear. Instead focusing on Leva. A redheaded woman, bright blue eyes, skin like mocha. Or what Richter assumed mocha looked like. Not unattractive.

Farthest thing from Bear in the end. Especially since in comparison, she was much shorter. Averys voice brought his attention back to the situation at hand. “Yes. Yes, please pick me up. It’s very nice to meet you mis-”

He was cut short by an oversized finger being placed over his mouth. “None of that. I’m Leva. And you’ll use that name. Okay?”

Avery nodded. Soon her hand flattened in a ‘climb on up’ gesture. The elf quickly obeyed. Sitting easily in her palm.

Richter was almost jealous. Even after all this time, it was hard for him to just accept new people. Avery just seamed to climb up. No issue.

“Hey. William.” Richter could feel the hand twitch under him. He almost dreaded what would happen if Avery kept it up. “...Take good care of Richter. Stupid thing has a heart of gold.” Avery turned himself away from Bear. Stealing a glance at Richter before focusing all his attention on Leva.

The two left the house after a quick exchange of pleasantries. The whole time, Avery only glanced at Richter twice. Absorbed in his new caretaker. As well as distracted by her constant questions and concerns. As soon as they left Bear heaved a long sigh.

“Well. Glad that’s over with. Can’t stand the way that bugger looks at me. Breaks my heart. And drags WAY too many old feelings out. Y’know? So I just play into his little act. Be the bastard he wants me to be.” Richter had to fight not to start nodding. Only smiling encouragingly.

Now... It was time for the hard part. Keeping up the stupid act. Avery had given him a gift. And he would not waste it. Not now.

#G/t #Pet tiny #Fluff #Angst

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