Art By @elgrajaz Of My Innocent Oc Son, Trouble. Trying Out A Cute Onesie For Halloween. Look At That

Art by @elgrajaz of my innocent oc son, Trouble. Trying out a cute onesie for Halloween. Look at that cherubic face. How could anyone not see an angel when he smiles? Very mean and unfair things happen in Ch 13 of Overcome.

“I don’t think you should be around Paul anymore.”

Trouble looked up at F, holding his gaze while he scraped the muzzle against his shoulder and whined.

“I didn’t want him to try and get away, but he’s terrified of me and I don’t like that.” F opened a door in the back corner of the room and rummaged around. “You understand that, right?”

Trouble whined again and twisted his wrists against the ropes.

“Did you see how he looked at me?” A rattling of chains accompanied F as he retraced his steps to Trouble. “He screamed, like I was a monster out of a nightmare.”

Trouble’s eyes went wide as he spotted the chain. He started to yank against the ropes on his arms in earnest, kicking against the ones on his ankles. He whimpered and shook his head, but F wasn’t looking.

“You wanna know what it made me think of?” F attached one end of the chain to a d-ring fixed to the floor a few feet from the couch. “When I first found this place, sometimes I would find animals caught in traps. If I found them because I heard them, they’d thrash and run, tryin’ to get away from me as much as tryin’ to get out of the trap.”

“Mmm?” Trouble’s heart raced as he watched F approach and kneel, the free end of the chain in one hand and a padlock in the other. “Mmmmmph!” He yelled into the muzzle, brushed it frantically against the chairback and his shoulder, desperate to get F’s attention.

“Yeah. I’ll take that off you, let me finish talkin’.” F frowned, his mind clearly far away as he wrapped the chain around Trouble’s ankle below where it was roped to the chair. “I helped those animals, you know? As much as I could. Some of them ran off before I could, and I hope they’re okay. Some were so small and so broken...”

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.”

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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.

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