Tag: Diabolik Lovers

How would the S boys behave if their mothers were pretty much the same personality-wise but they loved their sons and were more affectionate? Like Cordelia was still a b*tch, Beatrix was still stoic and pushy and Christa was still insane, but they did love their sons and were more open about it?

Admin Mawile: I assume you’re implying that the abuse and such didn’t happen? And I’m also going to have to consider that Karl is decent here too, otherwise I’m sure he’d mess everything up. 

Shuu:

-Without being forced to study constantly and not being given any chance to be a kid, Shuu would have turned out a lot more well-adjusted. Assuming that the Edgar incident didn’t happen either, he wouldn’t be as depressed or traumatized, either. I can see this version of Shuu being a lot like his child self’; happy, cheerful, and nowhere near the tired Shuu we see in canon

Reiji:

-In a situation where he hadn’t been neglected and pitted against his brother, Reiji would probably turn out to be a capable, responsible young man who is much less bitter and cruel than the Reiji we see in canon. He wouldn’t be as desperate to prove himself as superior, for one, and wouldn’t have so much hatred and anger towards Shuu, either. 

Ayato:

-If his mother hadn’t pushed him to be the best from such a young age, Ayato would be a lot different. He’d be much less arrogant and competitive without a reason to feel like he has to be on top, and he’d probably actually be a rather sweet kid, if a bit hot-headed. Ayato is more misguided than malicious to begin with, and with his issues gone, he’d probably not be too bad. 

Kanato:

-It’s honestly kind of hard to imagine what Kanato would have been like if he hadn’t been horribly neglected, but I suppose the answer is that he’d be much more stable. I can imagine that he’d be less violent and possessive as well, since he wouldn’t feel like he had to fight for whatever attention he could get. He’d also probably be more mature, and behave less childishly. 

Laito:

-A situation where Cordelia didn’t abuse him would change Laito’s character completely. He’d have no reason to want to be seen as a “pervert”, and wouldn’t have the messed up ideas on love, either. I see this Laito as being genuinely happy and fun, much like the facade that canon!Laito tries to put on, just with a lot less darkness lurking underneath the surface. 

Subaru:

-Honestly, Christa did love Subaru in canon, I think, but if her issues were toned down to the point where she no longer did him as much damage, his mental state would be worlds better off. With no reason to hate himself or see himself as dirty or corrupted, Subaru’s self esteem issues would be pretty much fixed, and a healthier relationship with his mother would do him well. 

xeno au w shu, reiji, ayato, subaru and kou: headcanons on how they’d discreetly get (request?) affection from their s/o?

Admin Mawile:ヾ(･ω･*) Assuming that this is when they’re attached!!

Shuu:

-The closest he’ll get to showing you that he wants affection is to more or less use you as a human body pillow. He doesn’t ask, just forces you to stay close to him. The reality is that it’s getting harder and harder to sleep without being able to feel you nearby, and even though it would crush his ego to admit it, he’s getting to the point where he legitimately needs you close to him.

Reiji:

-A bond like that is very difficult for him to handle, considering how few chances he’s had toe express or ask for affection. When it happens with you, the only way he can handle reacting is to get pickier and pickier about your behavior, coming up with stupid excuses for him to remain by your side, all while not realizing quite how transparent he’s being. 

Ayato:

-There’s really nothing subtle about his attempts to get affection. At best, he’ll grab you and pull you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder, but he tends towards more clumsy,, violent means when he gets frustrated. A bond is hard on him, as he normally wants all your attention, and the attachment just makes that need a thousand times worse. 

Subaru:

-Wanting attention from you ends in a flustered, frustrated Subaru who does not know what to do. He’s never really tried to get anyone’s attention before, and all these fluffy feelings are quickly getting to him. He’s likely to wind up cracking and shouting something at you about wanting to spend more time together… then getting angry when he realizes what he did. 

Kou:

-With his mental system of give and take, the main way he tries to get you to do something for him is to first do something for you. Thus, when he wants attention, he starts by drowning you in attention. It’s not hard at all to figure out what he’s trying to do, especially when you realize that he’s starting to act more and more childish about it, increasingly needy. 

For the xeno AU, is it possible if the boys S/O touches their wings in the right places they could become aroused? Or feel something more than relaxation?

Admin Mawile: ヾ( ‘ – ‘*) I had a feeling this question was coming….

-Technically, the wings are the similar to any non-sexual yet sensitive area on a human body (like lips or other soft skin). They’re not inherently arousing or sexual in any way, but it’s possible for them to be incorporated into sexual contact. The main issue with that is that the wings are tied to a whole bunch of vampire instinct to do with trust and safety, and in a way, they can/do affect the vampire’s mental state. 

It’s a not a matter of “right places”, though. They’re just plain delicate, and while touching them could be sexually pleasurable in the right situation, there’s nothing automatically sexual about them. Either way, though, the relaxing, calming, trusting effect would be the same. 

Can I have Richter and Karl falling in love with a human girl, shes super nice to him and might even like him back a bit?

Admin Mawile: (●>ω<)ﾉﾞ

Karlheinz:

-He’s not used to love in the slightest. Lust is easy, simple, when there’s no feelings and nothing more than a quick, burning attraction. Soft feelings are harder to deal with, much too vulnerable for any vampire with half a mind to be comfortable with, and it gets to him horribly that he’s actually started to love someone, especially a mere human like you. 

Richter: 

-He’s the jealous, possessive sort, and until he’s certain that you’ll be his and his alone, he remains bitter and uncertain, afraid that you’ll find someone that’s clearly better than him. By the time he loves you, he’s willing to kill for you (or kill you), if it means that you’ll belong to him, but he’s so caught up in his own issues and sense of inferiority that it’s hard to open up. 

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Grabbed by the Hair

Character(s): Laito, Cordelia

Warnings: Child abuse, implied csa, implied incest, emotional abuse and manipulation, Cordelia

“I love you,” she crooned, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, and Laito felt absolutely sick.

His sweaty bangs fell in his face, hair damp and clinging to his neck. His chest heaved with uneven breaths, trying to keep up with everything that he’d just been through. His hands, by his sides, were shaking.

Cordelia, his beautiful mother, had pulled away as soon as she was done with him, smiling like the cat that had caught the canary.

Laito closed his eyes for a moment, exhaustion weighing him down. He was tired, so tired, cold to his core now that she wasn’t leaning on him, holding him in place. Unpleasant as it was, as all of this was, sometimes, Laito only felt like he was still a part of the world was in those moments.

His mother’s expression soured. She paused in tugging her dress back on, and turned towards him, features trained into something cold.

“Laito, are you forgetting something?” Cordelia’s words were kind, but her tone was sharp and bitter, cutting like a knife, and Laito flinched.

“I love you too, mother,” he said, voice a whisper in the dark room, and Cordelia smiled again. She always wanted the attention, always wanted to be thanked for every moment she spent with someone, and Laito should have known that forgetting to reaffirm her would end in a foul mood.

Stepping closer, Cordelia ran one fine, long-fingered hand through Laito’s hair, an imitation of a caress that almost felt real, unpleasant only in the chill of her touch and the unamused stiffness of her movements.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she soothed, and Laito shivered. Attention like this was rare, even when it was clear she didn’t want to do it.

“Yes, mother,” he replied, fighting the urge to roll over and bury himself in the blankets, soak in her affection while it lasted, even false as it was. His eyes closed, the only respite he could allow himself for now.

“Laito,” Cordelia’s voice went cold. “I don’t like that tone.”

A part of Laito registered that today would be one of the many days when his mother found something, anything to pick on and used it to make him hurt. The other part started like a frightened rabbit at the viciousness in her tone, going cold as he realized that she was angry with him.

“I’m sorry, mother. I didn’t mean to offend you.” His voice came out quiet, terrified, and Laito cringed despite himself. That would never be good enough to appease her when she got into one of her moods.

Abruptly, Cordelia’s hand tightened in his hair, twisting her long fingers into the soft strands just hard enough to pull.

“You didn’t mean to?” she repeated, tone mocking. “Then please,” words punctuated with a yank to his hair, “do better next time. I don’t need your sass, not after everything I’ve done for you already.”

It didn’t make sense, but Laito nodded, ignoring the way it pulled at his scalp. He was terrified, cowering under his mother’s wrath, and the knowledge that he’d somehow done something wrong chilled him from the inside out. Cordelia had no room in her good graces for failure.

It was like this, sometimes. She’d take offence at nothing, take it out on one of them, then pretend like nothing happened. The routine was familiar, but no less frightening than it ever was.

Tugging his head up off the bed, pulling so hard that it drew a pathetic little whine out of him, Cordelia roughly twisted him to face her.

She slapped him, once, twice, then again, sharp enough to force his head to the side with each hit, yanking painfully at the hair she still had in her grip. Laito’s fangs went through his lip on the second hit, and there was blood dripping down his chin by the time she was through with beating him.

Starbursts of pain exploded around his scalp, face, and lip, bloody and beaten parts of him aching in a way that hurt no matter how quickly they’d heal. Cordelia’s face was stern, looking at him like he was some kind of pest.

Laito didn’t dare ask if she was satisfied now.

A few tense moments passed, his mother still holding him in place by the hair. Laito forced his eyes to stay open, not not look away from her.

Cordelia dropped him as soon as she got bored, shaking some hairs that she’d torn out off of her hand. She didn’t bother to tell him that she was done with him for now. The door slammed behind her moments later.

Left alone in the dark room, curtains blowing in the faint night breeze, Laito closed his eyes. It felt almost more alone to see where she was.

He was cold, bare skin chilled by the wind blowing in, and in the wake of his mother’s wrath, Laito felt like everything had been drained out of him. He still didn’t know what he’d done to upset her, beyond some passing mood that she decided to take out on him, and that hurt almost worse.

How affection could turn to pain so quickly, Laito would never know.

Oh, but he did know, didn’t he? That was just how love went, for creatures like them; half pleasure and half pain.

Laughing quietly, Laito rolled over. His mother’s words ringing in his head, he felt as if he was standing on unsteady ground. She loved him, she had to, and all the pain she caused him was just a consequence.

Her scent lingered on the pillow, almost as if she was there beside him, heavy perfume, blood, and something uniquely dark.

Scalp still aching, blood staining the sheets beneath him, Laito turned his face away, absentmindedly shoving that particular pillow onto the floor. Cordelia never stayed with him after things were done.

Their little routine would stay the same, he knew, for as long as she could get away with it.

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Grabbed by the Hair

Character(s): Laito, Cordelia

Warnings: Child abuse, implied csa, implied incest, emotional abuse and manipulation, Cordelia

“I love you,” she crooned, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, and Laito felt absolutely sick.

His sweaty bangs fell in his face, hair damp and clinging to his neck. His chest heaved with uneven breaths, trying to keep up with everything that he’d just been through. His hands, by his sides, were shaking.

Cordelia, his beautiful mother, had pulled away as soon as she was done with him, smiling like the cat that had caught the canary.

Laito closed his eyes for a moment, exhaustion weighing him down. He was tired, so tired, cold to his core now that she wasn’t leaning on him, holding him in place. Unpleasant as it was, as all of this was, sometimes, Laito only felt like he was still a part of the world was in those moments.

His mother’s expression soured. She paused in tugging her dress back on, and turned towards him, features trained into something cold.

“Laito, are you forgetting something?” Cordelia’s words were kind, but her tone was sharp and bitter, cutting like a knife, and Laito flinched.

“I love you too, mother,” he said, voice a whisper in the dark room, and Cordelia smiled again. She always wanted the attention, always wanted to be thanked for every moment she spent with someone, and Laito should have known that forgetting to reaffirm her would end in a foul mood.

Stepping closer, Cordelia ran one fine, long-fingered hand through Laito’s hair, an imitation of a caress that almost felt real, unpleasant only in the chill of her touch and the unamused stiffness of her movements.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she soothed, and Laito shivered. Attention like this was rare, even when it was clear she didn’t want to do it.

“Yes, mother,” he replied, fighting the urge to roll over and bury himself in the blankets, soak in her affection while it lasted, even false as it was. His eyes closed, the only respite he could allow himself for now.

“Laito,” Cordelia’s voice went cold. “I don’t like that tone.”

A part of Laito registered that today would be one of the many days when his mother found something, anything to pick on and used it to make him hurt. The other part started like a frightened rabbit at the viciousness in her tone, going cold as he realized that she was angry with him.

“I’m sorry, mother. I didn’t mean to offend you.” His voice came out quiet, terrified, and Laito cringed despite himself. That would never be good enough to appease her when she got into one of her moods.

Abruptly, Cordelia’s hand tightened in his hair, twisting her long fingers into the soft strands just hard enough to pull.

“You didn’t mean to?” she repeated, tone mocking. “Then please,” words punctuated with a yank to his hair, “do better next time. I don’t need your sass, not after everything I’ve done for you already.”

It didn’t make sense, but Laito nodded, ignoring the way it pulled at his scalp. He was terrified, cowering under his mother’s wrath, and the knowledge that he’d somehow done something wrong chilled him from the inside out. Cordelia had no room in her good graces for failure.

It was like this, sometimes. She’d take offence at nothing, take it out on one of them, then pretend like nothing happened. The routine was familiar, but no less frightening than it ever was.

Tugging his head up off the bed, pulling so hard that it drew a pathetic little whine out of him, Cordelia roughly twisted him to face her.

She slapped him, once, twice, then again, sharp enough to force his head to the side with each hit, yanking painfully at the hair she still had in her grip. Laito’s fangs went through his lip on the second hit, and there was blood dripping down his chin by the time she was through with beating him.

Starbursts of pain exploded around his scalp, face, and lip, bloody and beaten parts of him aching in a way that hurt no matter how quickly they’d heal. Cordelia’s face was stern, looking at him like he was some kind of pest.

Laito didn’t dare ask if she was satisfied now.

A few tense moments passed, his mother still holding him in place by the hair. Laito forced his eyes to stay open, not not look away from her.

Cordelia dropped him as soon as she got bored, shaking some hairs that she’d torn out off of her hand. She didn’t bother to tell him that she was done with him for now. The door slammed behind her moments later.

Left alone in the dark room, curtains blowing in the faint night breeze, Laito closed his eyes. It felt almost more alone to see where she was.

He was cold, bare skin chilled by the wind blowing in, and in the wake of his mother’s wrath, Laito felt like everything had been drained out of him. He still didn’t know what he’d done to upset her, beyond some passing mood that she decided to take out on him, and that hurt almost worse.

How affection could turn to pain so quickly, Laito would never know.

Oh, but he did know, didn’t he? That was just how love went, for creatures like them; half pleasure and half pain.

Laughing quietly, Laito rolled over. His mother’s words ringing in his head, he felt as if he was standing on unsteady ground. She loved him, she had to, and all the pain she caused him was just a consequence.

Her scent lingered on the pillow, almost as if she was there beside him, heavy perfume, blood, and something uniquely dark.

Scalp still aching, blood staining the sheets beneath him, Laito turned his face away, absentmindedly shoving that particular pillow onto the floor. Cordelia never stayed with him after things were done.

Their little routine would stay the same, he knew, for as long as she could get away with it.

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Prompt: Fingore

Character(s): Pet Au!Shin

Warnings: Gore, abuse, corporal punishment, torture. 

Shin had had a rebellious streak since childhood. He’d always been the one to act out, to refuse to give in to the orders of those above him.

Humans never liked that. They couldn’t stand not being the ones in control, and the more he tried to fight back, the more he was forced back down. By now, struggle was a bitter thing.

He’d been punished every time he’d tried to fight back, of course, beaten, starved, forced to bow and apologize with every word he’d never mean. It was torture, by every definition, and all the humans called it was “discipline”, as if he needed nothing more than to learn how to behave.

It made Shin absolutely sick.

Recently, he’d bitten someone, some human who tried to yank him around by the hair when he wouldn’t heel like some kind of dog. His fangs sunk into her skin with ease, and he’d torn a good chunk out of her.

He’d been slapped for it, yes, hard enough to make him feel like the world was spinning, but it had been worth it to make one of them hurt.

It had been a couple days since the incident, and Shin was just starting to think that the slap and a long night in a cage were all he was going to get for it. Unpleasant, yes, but a lot less so than what he was expecting as punishment for what he’d done. It was almost ominous that he hadn’t been hurt worse yet, hadn’t been punished properly.

So, when a human came to his bed (nothing but a pile of spare blankets on the floor), grabbed him by his collar, and drug him off without a word to tell what was happening, Shin’s stomach sank through the floor.

The human was one of his owners’ friends, probably. They knew a lot of other humans, and Shin rarely saw the same people twice.

This one was a large man, wearing blood stained clothes that made something like a spike of fear pierce through Shin. This was not a normal punishment; even he was smart enough to figure that out.

Dragging him down to the basement, where he was rarely allowed to go, the man walked with long, purposeful steps. Shin struggled to get to his knees and crawl after him instead of being pulled, but the human gave him little room to relieve the pressure of the collar around his throat.

The stairs hurt even worse, and when Shin was shoved against a low table on the floor of the basement, he started to shiver.

He could smell blood, more of it than he’d ever been near.

“Listen up, vampire,” the human said, voice cold. “You’re going to put your hands on that table and keep them there. For every time you try to move away, you’ll be hurt worse later. You won’t like what happens to you if you disobey, so forget that rebellious streak and behave.”

Shin resisted the urge to growl. The man was treating him like was stupid, like he was lower than a dog, and it was hard not to lash out.

But this human seemed serious, nothing like the woman he’d bitten, and some kind of survival instinct told Shin that he’d better listen, or risk paying a price much more terrible than a hit to his pride.

So Shin put his hands up on the low table, kneeling, back straight, at it as he’d been trained to sit. He was a First Blood, and he had pride. No matter what the humans did to him, he would be strong and brave enough to endure, just like his brother always had when they were young.

The human sat down on the other side of the table, frowning. Shin tried to ignore the smell of blood in the air.

The human grabbed a finger on Shin’s right hand.

He twisted, and Shin felt his finger snap like a twig.

A howl tore itself out of Shin’s throat, and he’d yanked himself away before he could stop it, curling up over his wounded hand on pure instinct. It hurt, pain like fire shooting up through his arm and burning his insides.

Calm as anything, the human told him to return to his position. Shin had pulled away once, and that meant this was going to get worse.

Shaking, eye wide, Shin forced himself to return his hands to the table. One of his fingers was laying at an odd angle, the one that the man had twisted, and it hurt almost as bad as having his eye taken out.

As soon as Shin was back in place, the man grabbed the next finger, and did the same thing as before, snapping it with ease.

This time, at least, Shin saw it coming. He gritted his teeth, groaned in barely concealed pain, but managed to stay still. His hands twitched against the table, but he didn’t pull away.

One by one, the man went over the remaining three fingers on his right hand, breaking each one with disturbing precision. Shin managed to hold still until the last of them, but when his thumb was brutally twisted backwards, a sickening snap filling the air, he couldn’t help but flinch.

Again, the human ordered him to put his hands back on the table.

Shuddering, trembling so hard he could barely see, Shin obeyed. This man was serious like no human had ever been with him before.

For once, he didn’t dare to try to fight back.

The man moved on to the next hand, crushing another bone with so much force that Shin felt himself whimper, and Shin was frozen in place. His broken fingers were shaking. His hands were both throbbing as if they were about to fall off, and nothing had ever hurt this badly before.

Shin knew exactly why this was happening. He’d broken the last straw by biting that woman, and now, he was paying the price.

Another finger snapped, and wetness trailed down Shin’s face.

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Prompt: Fingore

Character(s): Pet Au!Shin

Warnings: Gore, abuse, corporal punishment, torture. 

Shin had had a rebellious streak since childhood. He’d always been the one to act out, to refuse to give in to the orders of those above him.

Humans never liked that. They couldn’t stand not being the ones in control, and the more he tried to fight back, the more he was forced back down. By now, struggle was a bitter thing.

He’d been punished every time he’d tried to fight back, of course, beaten, starved, forced to bow and apologize with every word he’d never mean. It was torture, by every definition, and all the humans called it was “discipline”, as if he needed nothing more than to learn how to behave.

It made Shin absolutely sick.

Recently, he’d bitten someone, some human who tried to yank him around by the hair when he wouldn’t heel like some kind of dog. His fangs sunk into her skin with ease, and he’d torn a good chunk out of her.

He’d been slapped for it, yes, hard enough to make him feel like the world was spinning, but it had been worth it to make one of them hurt.

It had been a couple days since the incident, and Shin was just starting to think that the slap and a long night in a cage were all he was going to get for it. Unpleasant, yes, but a lot less so than what he was expecting as punishment for what he’d done. It was almost ominous that he hadn’t been hurt worse yet, hadn’t been punished properly.

So, when a human came to his bed (nothing but a pile of spare blankets on the floor), grabbed him by his collar, and drug him off without a word to tell what was happening, Shin’s stomach sank through the floor.

The human was one of his owners’ friends, probably. They knew a lot of other humans, and Shin rarely saw the same people twice.

This one was a large man, wearing blood stained clothes that made something like a spike of fear pierce through Shin. This was not a normal punishment; even he was smart enough to figure that out.

Dragging him down to the basement, where he was rarely allowed to go, the man walked with long, purposeful steps. Shin struggled to get to his knees and crawl after him instead of being pulled, but the human gave him little room to relieve the pressure of the collar around his throat.

The stairs hurt even worse, and when Shin was shoved against a low table on the floor of the basement, he started to shiver.

He could smell blood, more of it than he’d ever been near.

“Listen up, vampire,” the human said, voice cold. “You’re going to put your hands on that table and keep them there. For every time you try to move away, you’ll be hurt worse later. You won’t like what happens to you if you disobey, so forget that rebellious streak and behave.”

Shin resisted the urge to growl. The man was treating him like was stupid, like he was lower than a dog, and it was hard not to lash out.

But this human seemed serious, nothing like the woman he’d bitten, and some kind of survival instinct told Shin that he’d better listen, or risk paying a price much more terrible than a hit to his pride.

So Shin put his hands up on the low table, kneeling, back straight, at it as he’d been trained to sit. He was a First Blood, and he had pride. No matter what the humans did to him, he would be strong and brave enough to endure, just like his brother always had when they were young.

The human sat down on the other side of the table, frowning. Shin tried to ignore the smell of blood in the air.

The human grabbed a finger on Shin’s right hand.

He twisted, and Shin felt his finger snap like a twig.

A howl tore itself out of Shin’s throat, and he’d yanked himself away before he could stop it, curling up over his wounded hand on pure instinct. It hurt, pain like fire shooting up through his arm and burning his insides.

Calm as anything, the human told him to return to his position. Shin had pulled away once, and that meant this was going to get worse.

Shaking, eye wide, Shin forced himself to return his hands to the table. One of his fingers was laying at an odd angle, the one that the man had twisted, and it hurt almost as bad as having his eye taken out.

As soon as Shin was back in place, the man grabbed the next finger, and did the same thing as before, snapping it with ease.

This time, at least, Shin saw it coming. He gritted his teeth, groaned in barely concealed pain, but managed to stay still. His hands twitched against the table, but he didn’t pull away.

One by one, the man went over the remaining three fingers on his right hand, breaking each one with disturbing precision. Shin managed to hold still until the last of them, but when his thumb was brutally twisted backwards, a sickening snap filling the air, he couldn’t help but flinch.

Again, the human ordered him to put his hands back on the table.

Shuddering, trembling so hard he could barely see, Shin obeyed. This man was serious like no human had ever been with him before.

For once, he didn’t dare to try to fight back.

The man moved on to the next hand, crushing another bone with so much force that Shin felt himself whimper, and Shin was frozen in place. His broken fingers were shaking. His hands were both throbbing as if they were about to fall off, and nothing had ever hurt this badly before.

Shin knew exactly why this was happening. He’d broken the last straw by biting that woman, and now, he was paying the price.

Another finger snapped, and wetness trailed down Shin’s face.

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Prompt: Bleeding Out

Character(s): Kou

Warnings: Child abuse, blood, mild gore, general DL creepiness

From the time the adults at the orphanage had pulled him away from the group, insisted that Ruki and the others has to stay behind, Kou knew deep in him that something was very, very wrong.

They led him through parts of the building that Kou had never been in, down dark stairs and through a corridor that smelled wet and unpleasant. Like everything else in the orphanage, these places were dirty and in poor repair, dark and looking like no one had actually lived in them in a while.

When they reached the end of the corridor, one of the adults went ahead, through a heavy, wooden door and into the dark.

The other one stayed beside him, making a face like she was sick. Kou looked up at her, confused, but held himself back from asking any questions. The adults never liked it when the kids had too many questions.

“Now,” the adult said, forcing a smile, “you’re going to be good for us today, alright? The orphanage needs money, and we’re relying on you to behave. You don’t want the place you live to have to close, do you?” She looked at Kou with an expression of barely concealed unhappiness, contrasting the sickly sweet tone of her voice.

Kou thought to himself that, if it wasn’t for Ruki and the others, he might not care too much if this place had to close.

He didn’t say a thing, though, just nodded in agreement. The adult then grabbed him by the arm, grip tight, and hauled him through the door.

On the other side, there was a nicely furnished room, dark, but finer than anything Kou had seen before. There were a lot of adults seated around the room, chatting amongst themselves in low, pleased tones. Their clothes were nice, like the nobles Ruki had told Kou about.

When they saw Kou, the adults smiled, slowly turning towards him one after another as the conversation halted. Close to ten pairs of eyes were soon all on him and the adult holding his arm, and Kou squirmed.

He didn’t like this. Adults looking at him usually meant someone was mad at him, and Kou didn’t even know what he’d done wrong this time.

“Welcome, our little star,” one of the men smiled instead, standing up and brushing his coat out behind him. He walked over, kneeled in front of Kou, and took one of his little hands in his own.

“Ah, yes,” he murmured, looking Kou in the eye and brushing a bit of hair out of his face. “You’re a cute one, aren’t you? The orphanage really knew what kind of kid we wanted to see…” he looked up at the adult, smiling, “Thank you, ma’am. This is exactly what we paid for.”

The woman smiled, even though she looked more sad than happy, and excused herself with one last comment for Kou to be good.

And Kou was left alone with the room full of adults.

The adult who had kneeled in front of Kou stood up and led him towards the center of the room. There were close to ten adults, all smiling, and when one woman passed him a little cake, Kou was too overwhelmed to do anything but take a bite. Sweet burst over his tongue, and he made a soft noise, forcing the rest of the food into his mouth in a rush.

Laughing, the adults passed him something else, which Kou ate without thinking. So many people had never looked at him at once before, and he was nervous down to the pit of his stomach, tense.

Eventually, Kou had eaten enough that his stomach felt pleasantly full. The adults around him were smiling and laughing, each having handed him something nice, and Kou himself was in the lap of one of the women. He’d almost forgotten the bad feeling he’d had when he first arrived.

“Alright, that should be enough for preparation,” the first man said suddenly, and all at once, Kou was shoved off the woman’s lap.

He hit the floor hard, and had just long enough to look up and see the adult walking towards him with a knife before the first of the pain hit.

What happened next, Kou didn’t remember very clearly.

Kou was on the floor, hurting everywhere like nothing had ever hurt before. The adults had left the room, still laughing, leaving Kou to lay and suffer after they had had their fun with him for long enough.

He remembers laughter, pain like nothing else, metal slicing into his skin, and kicks and hits and shoves pushing him back and forth.

At some point, he’d already thrown up everything they’d given him, but Kou barely manages to roll over and heave again, spitting up bile and sour nothingness. Just moving makes every part of him ache.

There’s wet surrounding him, hot and soaking through what’s left of his clothes. It’s sticky when he tries to move, clinging to his skin.

Kou looks down and sees red covering every part of him he can see. There’s flesh hanging open in places, cuts still weeping blood, and–, and he’s starting to feel lightheaded, room spinning in place as he lays.

There’s a weightless, dizzy feeling settling down over him, and blood spreading under him. He hurts everywhere, pain a living thing eating him from the inside out. The adults are long gone, but Kou is still afraid, still unable to do anything but cry and hope that they don’t come back.

Tears streak down Kou’s bloody, bruised face, cutting hot, stinging trails into every open wound. Little sobs wrack him, even though every tiny movement makes everything hurt all over again.

He feels a bit like he might be dying, shaking from the pain.

Kou thinks of Ruki, Yuuma, and Azusa. He thinks that he might not ever see them again. He wonders what they’ll think of him being gone.

Closing his eyes, Kou barely feels himself being picked up.

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Bleeding Out

Character(s): Kou

Warnings: Child abuse, blood, mild gore, general DL creepiness

From the time the adults at the orphanage had pulled him away from the group, insisted that Ruki and the others has to stay behind, Kou knew deep in him that something was very, very wrong.

They led him through parts of the building that Kou had never been in, down dark stairs and through a corridor that smelled wet and unpleasant. Like everything else in the orphanage, these places were dirty and in poor repair, dark and looking like no one had actually lived in them in a while.

When they reached the end of the corridor, one of the adults went ahead, through a heavy, wooden door and into the dark.

The other one stayed beside him, making a face like she was sick. Kou looked up at her, confused, but held himself back from asking any questions. The adults never liked it when the kids had too many questions.

“Now,” the adult said, forcing a smile, “you’re going to be good for us today, alright? The orphanage needs money, and we’re relying on you to behave. You don’t want the place you live to have to close, do you?” She looked at Kou with an expression of barely concealed unhappiness, contrasting the sickly sweet tone of her voice.

Kou thought to himself that, if it wasn’t for Ruki and the others, he might not care too much if this place had to close.

He didn’t say a thing, though, just nodded in agreement. The adult then grabbed him by the arm, grip tight, and hauled him through the door.

On the other side, there was a nicely furnished room, dark, but finer than anything Kou had seen before. There were a lot of adults seated around the room, chatting amongst themselves in low, pleased tones. Their clothes were nice, like the nobles Ruki had told Kou about.

When they saw Kou, the adults smiled, slowly turning towards him one after another as the conversation halted. Close to ten pairs of eyes were soon all on him and the adult holding his arm, and Kou squirmed.

He didn’t like this. Adults looking at him usually meant someone was mad at him, and Kou didn’t even know what he’d done wrong this time.

“Welcome, our little star,” one of the men smiled instead, standing up and brushing his coat out behind him. He walked over, kneeled in front of Kou, and took one of his little hands in his own.

“Ah, yes,” he murmured, looking Kou in the eye and brushing a bit of hair out of his face. “You’re a cute one, aren’t you? The orphanage really knew what kind of kid we wanted to see…” he looked up at the adult, smiling, “Thank you, ma’am. This is exactly what we paid for.”

The woman smiled, even though she looked more sad than happy, and excused herself with one last comment for Kou to be good.

And Kou was left alone with the room full of adults.

The adult who had kneeled in front of Kou stood up and led him towards the center of the room. There were close to ten adults, all smiling, and when one woman passed him a little cake, Kou was too overwhelmed to do anything but take a bite. Sweet burst over his tongue, and he made a soft noise, forcing the rest of the food into his mouth in a rush.

Laughing, the adults passed him something else, which Kou ate without thinking. So many people had never looked at him at once before, and he was nervous down to the pit of his stomach, tense.

Eventually, Kou had eaten enough that his stomach felt pleasantly full. The adults around him were smiling and laughing, each having handed him something nice, and Kou himself was in the lap of one of the women. He’d almost forgotten the bad feeling he’d had when he first arrived.

“Alright, that should be enough for preparation,” the first man said suddenly, and all at once, Kou was shoved off the woman’s lap.

He hit the floor hard, and had just long enough to look up and see the adult walking towards him with a knife before the first of the pain hit.

What happened next, Kou didn’t remember very clearly.

Kou was on the floor, hurting everywhere like nothing had ever hurt before. The adults had left the room, still laughing, leaving Kou to lay and suffer after they had had their fun with him for long enough.

He remembers laughter, pain like nothing else, metal slicing into his skin, and kicks and hits and shoves pushing him back and forth.

At some point, he’d already thrown up everything they’d given him, but Kou barely manages to roll over and heave again, spitting up bile and sour nothingness. Just moving makes every part of him ache.

There’s wet surrounding him, hot and soaking through what’s left of his clothes. It’s sticky when he tries to move, clinging to his skin.

Kou looks down and sees red covering every part of him he can see. There’s flesh hanging open in places, cuts still weeping blood, and–, and he’s starting to feel lightheaded, room spinning in place as he lays.

There’s a weightless, dizzy feeling settling down over him, and blood spreading under him. He hurts everywhere, pain a living thing eating him from the inside out. The adults are long gone, but Kou is still afraid, still unable to do anything but cry and hope that they don’t come back.

Tears streak down Kou’s bloody, bruised face, cutting hot, stinging trails into every open wound. Little sobs wrack him, even though every tiny movement makes everything hurt all over again.

He feels a bit like he might be dying, shaking from the pain.

Kou thinks of Ruki, Yuuma, and Azusa. He thinks that he might not ever see them again. He wonders what they’ll think of him being gone.

Closing his eyes, Kou barely feels himself being picked up.