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Art by @elgrajaz of his precious oc creepy guy. Clearly he's completely normal and is full of only happy sunshiny memories. Ch 7 of Overcome on Ao3.
“Don’t tie me down,” Trouble whined, reaching up. He stroked his captor’s neck and cheek with trembling fingers.
“If you keep still for me, I won’t have to.”
Trouble’s eyes filled in relief and he nodded against the stranger. It was too dark for him to make out where they were, which room he was being brought into. He yelped when he felt the man bend to lower him and tried to cling with an arm around his neck.
“I need to get some supplies for you.”
“Why?”
“You’re hurt. I can’t tend to you if you’re going to resist.”
A shudder ran through Trouble, but he obediently lowered his hand to his own chest, letting whatever was about to happen, happen. He gasped in surprise as the stranger settled him on a soft surface.
“Stay here.”
“Okay,” he whispered, eyes wide though he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face. Trouble felt around with his hands, brow furrowed. “Is this a couch?”
Art by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy checking in on a certain precious, blue-haired captive. You get one guess for which of them actually wears eyeglasses. At least one of creepy guy's captives seems easy to wrangle. Ch 8 of Overcome is up on Ao3.
“I could help you to sleep,” the other man replied calmly, slowly peeling off bandage tape.
“Pass.” Trouble rolled his eyes, managing not to wince as the tape came away. “I’m not tired anyway.”
“Your body must be. You took a beatin’ when you went down that hill.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.” Trouble watched the other man’s face since looking at his wound made him feel squirmy. “Can I come with you?”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“No, I mean, when you go see whatshisname. The guy in the duct tape with blue hair. Ow.” Trouble flinched. F was pressing down too hard placing the fresh bandage. “Ow! Eff, stop,” he whimpered.
“What?” Instantly the pressure let up. F seemed to give himself a mental shake and his gaze refocused on Trouble. “No. Sorry.”
“But why?”
“You’re a mess. You shouldn’t go anywhere for a while.”
“Can’t I watch?” Trouble’s ears pricked forward. “You can carry me there and I’ll be quiet.”
“Not a chance.”
“That’s not fair,” he pouted, setting a hand on F’s wrist.
Art by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy muzzling my oc Trouble. Much sulking ensued. Ch 9 of Overcome is up on Ao3:
“Thank you.” The captive kept still while F began to peel away the tape pinning his arms to his chest. “It was very thoughtful of you to let me have the painkillers.”
“It isn’t your fault that you were injured, so there’s no reason for you to suffer.”
Trouble watched the captive pale as he digested F’s words.
“I wish every guest could be as obedient as you. That really would be the safest way for everyone.”
Trouble narrowed his eyes and growled softly as F glanced over his shoulder at him.
“I should really go get to work.” F’s eyes were back on the captive. “Do you understand what I need you to do for me?”
“...I think so.”
“Excellent.” Trouble watched F give the captive’s blue hair an affectionate ruffle. “If my other guest isn’t behavin’ well, yell for me.”
“But you haven’t told me your name.”
“I don’t have one.” F crumpled the used tape into a giant gray wad and turned to leave. “Yell anythin’ you want. Really, it’s okay. I’m the only one who will be able to hear you. Drink your water and be good.”
Art by @elgrajaz of Trouble. He enjoys getting handsy with his food. The roped up cowboy, Paris, is a former victim and an oc of the artist. Gotta read Revenge if you wanna find out what happened to Paris. Ch 11 of Overcome is up on Ao3. Git you sum.
“Eff?” he whispered, looking up at him with a small smile.
“What is it?”
Trouble motioned with his free hand for F to lean in closer.
“What’s the matter?” F’s brow was furrowed. “You’re so quiet. Are you tired, or thirsty?”
This time, Trouble tangled his fingers in F’s hair as he pulled him into a kiss. It took a conscious effort to be gentle; he was so accustomed to biting. When F returned the kiss, Trouble whined softly, lips parting. He shivered as F’s spicy scent flooded his nose and mouth. His fingers slipped free of F’s hair so he could drape an arm around his neck instead.
“Hey.” F pulled back enough to get word out, leaving them both panting into each other’s faces. “You’re supposed to be restin’.”
“‘M lying down,” Trouble replied at once, ears relaxed back and eyes glassy.
“I meant,” F tried to straighten, but the arm around his neck flexed to keep him close, “you shouldn’t be movin’ around.”
“Then don’t make me,” he mumbled. “Come lie down.”
“What?”
“Eff.” Trouble wanted to sigh as F tensed up, but he stroked the side of his neck instead. “Don’t you like kissing me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” he insisted, smiling. “You won’t.”
Art by @elgrajaz to remind you of where things started between his oc Creepy guy and my oc Trouble. Catching and caring for your own cryptid is no easy task, and Creepy is doing his very bestest. Check out ch 14 of Overcome and see what happens when Trouble gives his captor a nudge in a different direction.
“What’s the longest you’ve ever kept someone alive while you fed off them?”
“I don’t know. A week? Maybe a little more?” Trouble sighed and ran a finger along F’s jawline. “What does it matter? In the end, I always kill them, and I haven’t had to hide from search parties ever since.”
“What if they couldn’t get away and you could feed off them forev--”
“Eff.” Trouble put his hand over F’s mouth and turned his head until their eyes met. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Mm?” F shook off Trouble’s hand. “I’m tryin’ to figure out how to take care of you. You have to tell me this stuff.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Trouble whined, hiding his face in F’s shoulder.
“Why kill them if you don’t need to in order to feed?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped, sulky again, “why do you wolf down raw chunks of bodies out of a pile instead of cooking it and using a knife and fork?”
“...that’s how I eat?”
“Exactly my point, Eff.” Trouble’s irritation faded enough that he leaned his head back on F’s shoulder. “I won’t tell you how to eat, so don’t do it to me.”
“But how do I feed you if you don’t tell me how you eat?”
“Hmm.” A corner of Trouble’s mouth lifted as ran his palm down F’s chest. “I could show you...”
Art by Alectric of my oc Trouble, who has been the goodest boy and followed all of his captors rules. If you need proof, ch 15 of Overcome is ready.
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“I know y-you’re there.” Paul’s voice wavered as he clutched his hands together at this throat.
“Please don’t scream. I’m not here to hurt you.” Trouble moved onto his knees and unbelted the blindfold, lifting it off Paul’s eyes.
“You,” the human gasped softly, unable to shrink back.
“Call me Trouble.” He grinned and winked. “Do you want out of here, Paul?”
“...n-no.” Paul’s eyes were huge with fear. “W-why would I want that? I’m b-being taken care of.”
Trouble rolled his eyes. “Eff’s not here. He went out to get you food.” He set the blindfold aside. “I thought you needed to use the bathroom?”
“I can hold it.” Paul looked away, blushing. “Y-you shouldn’t be here.”
“Because I’m a liar and I could tear you to pieces?” he scoffed. “If I wanted that, you’d already be dead.” Trouble stood, grimaced, and held out a hand to Paul. “Are you coming, or not?”