#implied childabuse

[vollareviia]

There are spots in Sebastian’s memories, especially in his youth. Childhood is so hard to remember, but He does ,however remember ;

How his mother always fussed,whenever he was gone too far from the house,and his father was quick to anger, whenever he spent too much time out at a friends house. .

His sister would chastise him for running off too far ahead, and Abuela would always hold his hand tight, whenever they’d go out.

Even now as an adult,when that concern has long since faded, his parents still desire to know where their son is at every moment of the day..

Because for atleast a year, Young Sebastian D’Angelo was not home with his family..

Sebastian D’Angelo ,was very much loved, by an older man and woman..

 They found him playing alone under the bridge, drawing pictures and playing with stick dolls.. What a sad little child, they thought, a sad little boy in need of love..

“Do your mama and papa know your here?”

“”No, they don’t.”

“Why not? “

“don’t know...I dont think they like me..”

“why would you say that?”

“papa’s angry all the time..cause...I’m not good at my studies..mama’s busy with Ramona...think they both like her more than me..”

“What’s your name..?”

“Sebastian D’Angelo..”

“D’Angelo...that’s a pretty name...”

“You’re like a little angel..”

“really?”

“Yes a little angel,we’re meant to find..”

“Our darling little angel..”

 They spoke with him every day.. bringing him gifts and little toys..soft kisses to his forehead and their hands gently holding his..

He felt..so special...so warmly they had treated him..when he felt alone, when abuela was away on her long trips..he’d run to see them under the bridge..and they would both await him with loving arms...

One day, they brought him a basket of treats..delicious little cookies and candies...He offered them some, but they declined..

“all for you,don’t eat too much of it,only two cookies darling..”

“Only two? “

“Such a cute little pout,but yes only two,love.”

and he would listen eating only two of the cookies,and continuing to play with his doll..

Though..his eyes started to get heavy....

  What happens next,he can’t recall..

Everything after was blurry.

Soft whispers of I love yous,and cold fingers touching his chest..

That coldness was felt,all over his body..

For so long,his mind was heavy

                but he was loved...

The soft voices whispering I love yous..

Their hands feeling and holding him in places he’s never felt before..

He ate his favorite treats...

and he was loved..

but then, it was gone...their hands,their voices..

they were gone..

and he had seen his Abuela’s crying face...

Holding her in his arms in a hospital room..

He didn’t feel hurt at all? What had happened?

  “Abuela....why are you sad..”

“nada mijo..Estoy tan feliz de que estés aquí.“

“Where are...my..friends...“

“They’ve...they’ve moved away...it’s okay...You’re okay Sebastian...“

“you’re okay..you’re okay...”

   Sebastian D’Angelo, never heard from those friends again..nor did he remember them..or remember why he was in a hospital room..

Though in the middle of the night, his dreams would drift to darkness. Those hands would pull him down into it, lacing around his body and whispering their I love yous into his ears..

Interesting though..how those nightmares come less and less often..since feeling your warmth..

[literacyisstrange-blog]

full bleed by majorrager

"I'm the only person here who cares what Nathan is going through."

Nobody looks out for kids like them, and Victoria knows it. That's why she has to play it hard. It's why they have to wear one another like armor.

(A character study of Victoria, and of Nathan through her eyes. A pre-canon exploration of the nature of the relationship between these characters that leads up to and includes the events of the game.)

(5/6 | 57,780 | R)

[aftgficlibrary]

Hello! I'm looking for a time traveler's wife AU fic where Neil was the time traveler. I'm at least 90% sure that there was a scene where Neil visits the future and talks to Andrew while future Neil is in the other room. Something about not knowing what would happen if they're in the same room? I'm not having any luck finding it, so any help is appreciated! :)

this is talls and it’s amazing-Halley

i'm here right now (just be here right now with me) by Talls (M | Incomplete | 4/7)

Neil first meets Andrew with a racquet to the stomach in a locker room when he's eighteen. Andrew first meets Neil with a hushed conversation on a beach in California when he's five. They still manage to meet on rooftops, fall in love, find family, and heal together, just not quite at the same time and definitely not in the same order.

(In other words, Andrew is the Time Traveler's wife.)

[starshineandbooks]

Even the dangerous kid can find love from a fairytale

Warnings: cursing, harassment, implied/referenced childabuse. Let me know if I missed anything

Pairing: Demus, mentioned Logince

After Virgil left the group in junior year, half way through senior year Janus and Rmeus were so mad they got into a fight and aren’t talking currently, three days until they go to college. The only common piece they have is probably Bia and Roman.

But Janus opens the door to his apartment with a raised eyebrow, “What-”

“Get your shoes on Remus is in trouble and I need you to come help me. Now!” Bia snaps, “Ro’s in my truck, driving, come on.”

“What?”

“Shoes, now damn you!” Bia snaps, hands flitting about and jittery, bouncing slightly. Ready to run and or fight, Janus notes.

Janus pulls his shoes on, gad he already has sock, waiting patiently for Bia to start explaining, he calls up the stairs to his grandmother, “I’LL BE BACK REMUS’ IN TROUBLE APPARENTLY IT’S MY JOB TO BAIL HIM OUT!”

“OKAY! BE SAFE LOVE YOU! TAKE THAT LITTLE SPITFIRE GIRL!” His grandmother calls back.

    Janus shuts the door, rushing into the truck still running at the end of his driveway, “So, did anyone want to explain to me what’s happening? Or?”

    Bia gives a low growl, “So- fun fact, Remus has always liked dangerous things.”

    “I know that.” Janus sighs, “What are we walking into?”

    “That shady bar downtown known for assaults and deaths.”

    “What?” Janus growls.

    “Remus went to the Salty Currant, which is also, unfortunately, mafia territory.” Roman sighs, “Bia should stay out of it if she can, because-”

    “Don’t you tell me what to do Crowne.” Bia snaps, “Remus is in danger and you want me to sit pretty?!”

    “We want you to not tempt your sperm donor,” Janus counters, “And if you can’t listen I will call Angie.”

    Bia grumbles, face souring.

    As they break the speed limit they make it to the bar in fifteen minutes, and the boys turn to Bia.

    “We’ll be back, if we’re not back in twenty you call the cops.” Roman says simply.

    “I still think-”

    “Bianca,” Janus snaps, “Please just this once listen to someone else?!”

    “You’re lucky Remus is in danger or I’d smack some sense into ya, go save our dumbass loser.” Bia grumbles.

    Janus and Roman nod, disappearing into the crowd and bar quickly, agreeing to split up and cover more ground.

    Roman shoves past giggling teens and surly drinks, eyes scanning for his brother. He pushes forward through the crowd, beginning to regret splitting from Janus, the loud music and pulsing lights and mass of untrustable strangers.

    Janus scowls, shoving through a rougher crowd, one filled with wandering hands on him and jeering looks. But Janus will find Remus, the elder of the Crowne siblings is in so much trouble just as soon as he’s found.

    Remus isn’t so much found, instead he charged forwards, snagging Janus’ hand away from some smirking jerk or other and kissing him firmly on the mouth, one arm lacing tightly about his waist.

    Janus stiffens, but dosen’t fight, recognizing Remus soft hum in greeting, but he does glare when the crazed teen pulls away.

    “Hey there Baby, thought you’d gotten lost,” Remus smirks,  and his eyes are softer, sober thankfully.

    “Oh really?” Janus growls, dragging Remus towards where he saw a flash of red bomber jacket that resembles Roman.

    “Jan-”

    “Don’t.” Janus grits, still gripping Remus’ hand, too tight but Remus doesn't say anything, falling silent at the glower Janus gives him.

    The two manage to find Roman and Janus calls, “Roman!”

    Roman turns, “Jan?”

    “We need to go, I got Remus, and we have three minuetes at most before something bad happens.” Janus says, herding the set of brothers out.

They make it out the door just in time for Roman to grab a storming Bia’s hand and drag her back to the truck.

    “Uh- Why are you guys even here?” Remus asks.

    “Bia.” Janus says simply.

    “Bia,” Roman agrees, “But I’ve been so worried!”

    “Bia,” Remus sighs, “Why did you drag my brother and Janus here?”

    “I’m in less trouble if I’m not alone when I go to kick your ass.” Bia says simply, “And what were you doing here then?!”

    “You don’t want details on that one.” Remus shrugs, “But I was having fun.”

    “Having fun?” Janus asks his voice sharp as a tack, “Or trying to destroy yourself?”

    “It’s all the same thing.” Remus shrugs, “But, thanks for carin’!”

    Bia scoffs, opening the driver’s side door, “You are the most pig brained- Ugh!”

    Janus shoves Remus into the back seat, clambering in beside Remus, still gripping his hand, “I don’t even know what to say to you, but I- why would you go there? You know it’s dangerous, you could have died!”

    Roman takes passenger seat, “I’m glad you’re safe bro, but, c’mon, what’s worth that?”

    “Oh I’ll tell ya,” Bia grumbles, backing out of her parking space.

    Remus sighs, “Would you stop being a cranky thing? I’ll call Angie on you.”

    “You keep yer yap outta my business thank ya,” Bia growls, chewing her lip, “You know Roman and I are in trouble right?”

    “What? Why?”

    “Logan’s going to kick our asses seven ways from sunday,” She sighs, “He hates this part of town more than I do.”

    Remus rolls his eyes, then, “Jan?”

    “What?!”

    “You wanna let go of my hand? Or- you don’t have to, but it hurts a little, could you loosen your grip?”

    Janus lets go, putting his hands in his lap, “Why in the hell would you put yourself there? Last I heard you preferred to not risk your life.”

    “Last you heard we were talking.” Remus snaps, “Last yu heard you hadn’t broken my heart!”

    “I- what?”

    “I’m in love with you you fucking moron, And you were so heartbroken by Virgil leaveing that you let it fester and you broke my heart and left!”

    Roman blinks, “Wait- you guys weren’t dating?”

    “No,” Bia shakes their head, “they’re both morons.”

    “Uh, yeah, it sucked that he left, but you were just using me as a rebound!” Janus snaps, “You loved him!”

    “No, you loved him.” Remus pouts.

    “You’re all idiots.” Bia sighs, “Why does everyone think that the person they love loves someone else?”

    “What?” Janus blinks.

    “I’m not talking to any of you until you fix this.” Bia says simply, “Or Logan forgives you for going into the den of the devil.”

    Roman winces, “Oh I’m so dead.”

    “No, you can kiss him and short circuit his brain, “Bia huffs.

    “Hold up,” Remus says, finally catching sight of the splatter of colors, “We have a problem.”

    “What?!” Janus glares.

    “I- Found my soulmate apparently?”

    Janus sours, “Congratulations.”

    “Let me see your hand,” Remus pleads, “It’s gotta be you! Why else would you care enough to come get me?!”

    Yes because the universe just cares for us that much.” Janus rolls his eyes.

    “Ask Remus what colors.” Bia says petulantly.

    Remus answers unprompted, “Green, and yellow, black, there’s some white too.”

    Bia raises an eyebrow, then,”Janus, look at your hand please, or wherever your mark is.”

    “But-”

    “Trust me?”

    Janus has always been doubtful, but Bia is usually right oddly enough with spiritual or magic may be concerned. Also, even he can’t ignore the hope blooming in his chest lke an intrusive flower of a thorny variety.

    So, Janus does, letting his left palm move so he can inspect it, the colors match what Remus had described.

    “Oh my god.” Janus whispers.

    Remus grins, “Oh thank god!”

    “This doesn't make me less angry with you for endangering yourself.” JAnus states, though with less venom than originally.

    “Does this mean I can have a kiss before you yell at me more?’ Remus sounds a little hopeful.”

    “You can have a kiss if you promise me you won’t needlessly endanger yourself again ever.” JAnus says simply.

    Bia sveers sharply left, throwing Remus into Janus, making them kiss anyways, because she’s a stubborn witch who loves her friends.

    Remus pulls back, “I promise on my soulmate.”

    Janus snorts, suppressing a laugh.

    “Oh?”

    “He’s very dear to me, lovely snake.”

    “Out, get out,” Bia says, stopping at Remus’ house, “And dear god tell your mother you’re okay. Think I freaked her out, sorry.”

    Remus groans, but exits the truck with Janus.

    Roman and Bia pull awaye.

    Janus tilts his head, “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

    “Always.” Remus grins, “Now you should go so mom can yell at me.”

    “Oh no, we’ll both yell at you, let’s go inside.” Janus grins, leading Remus inf for a chewing out followed by worried hovering from Remus’ mother and soulmate.

    Remus’ chest warms over with squirming insects in it, Janus is his soulmate now. The world is finally right.

[mrpaulmulder]

The photo looks very similar to the ones I posted from my previous three trips to visit Nikki in Sofia, Bulgaria.....that's because the outcome was essentially the same.... Today I went to visit Nikki at the Social Services Directorate (SSD)….On arrival I was informed that a sick note and script had been emailed to them yesterday, implying that Nikki was sick……and he would not be attending. My reception is once again hostile but the formalities are completed and I leave without seeing Nikki…. Here’s a summary of the last 4 visits: I had sent a “visitation schedule” to my lawyers for forwarding to Nikki’ Mom. Receipt by her was never acknowledge and didn’t really matter because the outcomes were as below : 1. A sick note is received 5 minutes before my arrival stating that Nikki would not attend due to a respiratory infection. I send an email to Nikki’s Mom requesting information about his state of health, no response is received. 2. Nikki arrives and looks through the door, sees me and returns to his Mom outside. They are seen by SSD officials walking down the road, never to return. 3. Nikki and his Mom come around the corner (outside the SSD), Nikki sees me and stops point at me…..His mother leans towards him and mouths something, After looking uncertain what to do Nikki returns around the corner and is followed by his mother. After a while the SSD officials go to look for them...they cannot be found. 4. On arrival today (2 days after the final appeal hearing), I was informed that a sick note and script had been emailed to the SSD yesterday, implying that Nikki is sick with a respiratory infection……he will not be attending the visit today. I send an email to Nikki’s Mom requesting an update on the status of his health and the nature of his ailment…..I await a response…#bringnikkimulderhome #parentalalienation #parentalabduction #childabduction #childabuse #narcissisticabuse #stockholmsyndrome #brainwashing #IPCA #coparenting (at Lozenets, Sofia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrYLA85HKVp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1oav5p7k84xyi

[mugenswielder]

Broken and Abused || Modern Kid!AU || Open

At this point he's used to it. The bruising around his eye seems to be a normal occurrence as well as ache that burns his ribs. The split lip is still leaking blood and every time he licks his dry lips, he can taste the metallic flavor and it makes his nose crinkle in disgust.

His shoulder length hair is hiding his black eye from the public's view as he makes his way to the local park to hid behind a few of the bushes by a little body of water he found ages ago. It's a quiet place, one he goes to every time something like this happens. It's become his heaven at this point, blocking out the world so he can clean any cuts and bruises in peace and not have people banging on the door to get at him again. 

The falter in his step is ignored by the young boy as he keeps walking. He can feel the way his ankle is throbbing, swelling under his weight. It happened when  he slipped running out of the house after the incident, but it doesn't ache nearly as much as his eye does, which was hit twice in a row with the force of the big burly man that has been his foster father for almost four months now, ever since his parent's passed away. 

The park comes into view, crowded and bustling with children at this hour of the day. He makes sure to bypass all of them, finding his normal path behind a few bushes so he get to the little pond.