โ welcome to the forest - beware the wandering pale swordsman. โ
hello :) you can call me pierced. i am an eighteen year old college student in the UK who writes for fun occasionally. i write mainly for characters that i'm currently fixated on though i'm happy for any requests to be sent my way even if the fandom is not listed (i am too lazy to create a full list rn but i will soon...) so don't feel scared to ask.
i write fluff, smut, drabbles etc. just anything i'm feeling like tbh! i don't have a particular theme i stick to and this blog will probably be insanely disorganised :)
โ for you, i rid myself of evil. โ
this blog will contain dark & nsfw themes - minors do not interact. any posts that touch on sensitive topics will be tagged accordingly, however, i cannot promise that i will manage to include all trigger warnings so it is best for you to avoid this blog if you do not like such content. otherwise, proceed with caution.
i have a few more requests to get to ... but while i am, feel free to send more. it'll take me a while to get to it (procrastination final boss) but requests are open for:
you did amazing on my last charlie request so i have another one if thatโs okay? <3
this request is quite different.
basically itโs if charlie was like joe goldberg. heโs always watching the reader, like i imagine trevor or some other asshole flirting with her and charlie kills them - shocker.
then during the ghostface killings he could take her and keep her in his house because he thinks heโs โprotectingโ her.
idk how else to describe this request but i know youโll do amazing! <3
thanks! xoxo
๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ โโ charlie walker โ๏ธโ๐ฅ.
warnings / content: 'fluff', stalking, drugging, small mention of blood but mainly just a scenario of what would happen...
notes: i love this idea a lot but i'm not sure i quite did it justice lowkey but HEY ... i hope you enjoyed anyways <3 thank you for the request + i'm so sorry it took me like years to get back to this.
did you really think you could escape that easily? oh, you sweet thing. you underestimate him, you really do.
stirring awake, your gaze focused sleepily on the familiar face in front of you - a sweet, misty blue gaze; his brown curls sitting messily on his shoulders as he noticed you moving and came to kneel softly by your side.
it would be nice to recognise someone familiar if it wasn't for the fact that your hands were bound by a rope to a wooden chair.
your head throbbed desperately while grasping for straws, filtering through your memory to piece together the events that lead you here and remembered near to nothing - only that you were heading home and stopped by your favourite shop to pick up a treat for yourself. just a quick drink and your favourite sweet pastry for finishing another gruelling week at school to find your heart racing - a sharp pain - suddenly dizzy, just a few blocks away from home, and collapsing. then, you were here - with him.
panicked, your body jerked up - the rope burning into your skin as charlie's eyes widened and he quickly placed his hands on your shoulders to still you.
"whoa, whoa, easy." he soothed your movements with a surprising strength from what you thought was a gentle, meek looking boy in front of you.
"if you keep moving like that, you'll hurt yourself. it's alright, it's alright. i'm not going to hurt you." he whispered softly. "no one will." he added, under his breath.
"charlie? what - where -"
"shhh." he hushed, squeezing your shoulders gently - almost like he hesitated to leave you even if it was only a few steps away - as he moved to the window and peeked through the blinds - rolling his calculated gaze over the empty streets before he let the blinds fall back to place. the absence of the amber streetlights filtering though the blinds shrouded the pair of you in darkness again in, what you could only assume, his room. or a warehouse. or a slaughterhouse -
"this isn't funny. what the fuck is going on?"
you couldn't help the slight tremor in your voice from demanding answers though, given the fact you were currently tied, you were in no place to be making such threats.
charlie's gaze softened as he watched the fear and confusion wash over your features - he always loved that expression on you: furrowed brows, a small pout ghosting your pretty lips, gaze narrowed in scrutiny ... he recognised it from the times you came across a question you didn't quite understand in class or during a test - biting your lip, curious gaze wandering around the walls of the classroom as if the bricks and plaster would whisper the answers to you.
he ached for those eyes to acknowledge him.
but, he kept his head down the second your head turned slightly in his direction. not because he didn't want to see you look at him - he just simply couldn't - not with his red cheeks, racing heart and sweaty palms clutching his jeans the second a possibility of you giving him a blink of your attention presented itself.
but now, he had you. and while you were unconscious, charlie had all the time in the world to prepare himself - not that it stopped him from pacing his room while you slept, flicking his nervous gaze to you then to the floor, then to you again - sucking in quick and deep breaths at the thought that you were here with him, alone, in his room, albeit, a little compromised and perhaps unwillingly - but you were still here. he reminded himself of the silver linings.
"it's dangerous outside - i'm keeping you here so you don't get hurt - they won't find us here, i promise."
"they? what are you..."
the realisation dawned on you. you had only heard of the ghostface killings in passing but you thought it was an elaborate prank, just a stupid game people played to scare. your gaze searched him in the dark for any hint of amusement - any give to tell you, no, to convince you this wasn't true. this wasn't happening. but all you saw was sincerity in those eyes, specks of blood on his jaw - oh god -
"you should really be more careful," charlie interrupted you, his voice laced with concern, "i mean, i couldn't just leave you on the street with all this shit going on and - and, you know, i knew you'd probably try to leave without listening to me first so..." he gestured to the rope.
charlie almost felt bad for lying to you. almost.
how was he supposed to explain that he always had his gaze trained on you? your time table, lunch breaks, favourite spots to sit and eat, your friends, all of it in his mind - information and sketches of you adorned his notebooks - how was he to explain that to you? to explain that he purposefully pressed that cloth against your nose, arms squeezing tight against your neck with more force than he wanted to use; carrying your limp body here? to keep you safe? there's no way you'd believe him. he'd never dream of hurting you ... not purposefully.
but there was someone in mind. some boy he couldn't even place the name of - some idiot who had decided to look at you a little too long, let his gaze wander a little too low, some idiot who sat a little too closely to you in class. you were friendly - of course you were - you were the sweetest girl charlie knew - an angel - you weren't aware of the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth when he spoke to you, undressing you with his eyes but charlie knew. the ugly, seething jealousy bubbled in his gut as he swallowed it back down and focused on you.
that didn't matter - at least not yet - that problem would be dealt with very soon. just as soon as he made sure that you were okay - that you were obedient.
your memory fogged - you couldn't remember any of it ... just a pain, a sudden wooziness and then - black. but something felt ... wrong and you knew it, but -
"please."
charlie's voice was soft, pleading -
"i need you to trust me."
charlie - you never really talked to him. he always seemed shy, a little quiet, a little awkward. but he wasn't a bad person. right? that look in his eyes, his innocent face - he wouldn't even hurt a fly. right?
"i..."
your reluctant words were drowned out and interrupted by a ringing coming from his pocket as charlie quickly fumbled for his phone and glanced at the screen; his gaze hardening as he picked up - you watched his face fall, hands clutch the phone tightly. you strained to hear but what you heard only made your heart drop; panting - wincing on the other side. pain. this was real. jesus christ. charlie chewed the inside of his cheek, anxious and almost irritated, someone had managed to land a critical hit on one of the killers and charlie desperately had to go -
"okay - okay i'm coming - just - give me a second." his voice was a little impatient as he hung up and closed the phone, sliding it back to his pocket as he turned to you; an apologetic look graced his features as he moved. "listen, i seriously need to go i - i will explain everything, i promise but you need to stay here."
you strained against the ropes.
"i'm sorry, just a little longer for me. hold out a little longer, can you do that for me?"
but you couldn't answer him - not really - he asked, but it was rhetorical.
charlie's hands came as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears and let the pad of this thumb stroke the side of your cheek, running to the bottom of your lip as he watched you - a longing and something else something ... darker in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.
"good."
was all he said in response to your silence and he turned, giving you one last glance before the door shut, jingling of keys, and a click when the door locked, leaving you in the dark. with nothing but silence and the thudding of your heart in your ears...
iโd love a prompt abt the reader goes to a party with charlie, kirby, robbie, jill & olivia and she gets rlly drunk. charlie has had a crush on her for YEARS so he immediately starts taking care of her and being his super shy & sweet self <33
ugh i just love him so much <3
thank u! <3
๐๐ก๐ฌ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ โฆ โโ charlie walker ๐ฅ.
warnings / content: none! tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, throwing up, charlie being an absolute dork, sweet lover boy yearning, a little bit of angst...
notes: I KNOW YOU SAID PROMPT BUT... i got carried away sorry... </3 thank you for this request ! so excited to write this + i hope you enjoy ... i love charlie so much my silly, silly lover boy. & maybe a part 2 ?? :0
his hand rested on the cool wood of the bathroom door, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as his eyes landed on you slouched against the bathtub.
"there you are."
charlie let his arm drop from the door as he approached you - your bleary eyes flicking up slowly to meet the familiar face with a dazed but welcome expression.
"charrr... hiii!" you slurred - waving at him with a soft smile - watching the way he crouched next to you with a flash of concern on his features but his usual stupidly cute lop-sided smile brushed against his lips when he saw that you were alright.
even as you were now - drunk on the bathroom floor, barely able to even form a coherent sentence without giggling - his throat suddenly felt dry... you were beautiful.
your hair was a little messy - strands sticking to your forehead and cheeks, lips still glossed and pretty from when kirby and olivia had helped you put some make-up on earlier during the night (though some of it had rubbed off on the various cups you sipped on during the party), and your outfit was gorgeous as always - hugging every single curve on your body in a way that was almost lethal and charlie had to fight every instinct in his body not to stare.
"yeah, well, just wanted to check up on you." he said. realising it sounded a little corny, a soft pink dusted his cheeks and he quickly added- "and- and, uh, robbie still won't stop flirting with olivia... it's painful to watch so i went looking for an escape."
"still?" you asked, baffled.
even before they entered the house party, robbie was planning all sorts of advances on olivia who looked nothing more than displeased at the idea and spent the entire night running away and avoiding the poor boy. charlie dramatically rubbed his temples at the thought and shook his head, "still. i mean seriously - he won't give up! kirby's too busy keeping an eye on jill to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid so i was left on babysitting duty."
honestly, you were beginning to feel a little lonely sat up here on your own but it was better than being downstairs with all the noise when you were this drunk. you hardly even remembered how you ended up this bad but you were happy that charlie was here to update you on the situation. he was always like that.
his eyes followed you wherever you went. effortlessly. you were the first thing in the room he looked for - if you weren't there, he would search for you. with you, it was easy. as easy as breathing - he could watch you, talk to you, be with you for days and still be fascinated with every little thing that you did. since the very beginning of the year, up until now, charlie had always always noticed you - starting off only as a distant admirer until he was lucky enough that you were introduced to him through jill and now he was closer to you than ever. closer to you than he had even imagined. he cherished every moment he had - no matter how small - the moment your fingers brushed slightly when you passed him a hand-out in class... or even when your eyes met for only a brief few seconds in the hallways - all of it, he recorded in his memory to replay to himself on those lonely nights in his bed, imagining the warmth of your body next to his.
he craved you so badly sometimes that it felt almost nauseous.
to feel his fingers graze the soft skin on your upper arm, tracing a line to your jaw - to feel his lips against your knuckles, your cheekbones, your forehead - to feel you curled up with your head on his chest, his fingers in your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your scalp until sleep took the both of you peacefully in the night. sometimes, he would squeeze his pillow against him - imagining it was your soft body he was embracing and he would close his eyes and imagine the way you would look at him. one day, he told himself, one day you would look at him with that bewitching gaze and tell him that you loved him and wanted him and needed him as badly as he needed you.
but, for now, this was the best he could have.
"i... don't feel too good..." you managed to mutter out, blinking to try and clear the blur from your vision.
"huh? are you- are you okay?" his brows skewed in worry as he leaned down to watch your expression, carefully.
"yeah i- oh god."
your mind was dizzy - the lights in the bathroom were too bright and you felt your stomach churn as you quickly pressed a hand to your mouth. oh fuck.
charlie seemed to know you better than you did as he quickly reached down, his slender fingers threading through your hair and pulling it back as he ushered you carefully to the edge of the toilet. he gently pulled the loose strands at the front away from your face as you threw up in the toilet -
"oh god - i'm so sorry..." you apologised quickly in between short gasps as you felt your throat burn. "i didn't mean for you to have to babysit me as well-"
"shh, shh, shh... it's okay, i don't mind." he hummed - his free hand trailing a soft line from your shoulder to your upper back as he rubbed soothing circles against your shirt. that was the truth. charlie really didn't mind. for you, he would do anything and... being able to take care of you right now? this was all he could ask for.
"i think you drank too much," he laughed - watching as you nodded, feeling a lot better now that the alcohol was out of your system. "um.. i-... want me to.. to get you some water?" he asked.
"would you? you're so, so sweet, char. honestly..."
charlie quickly brushed off the compliment but he couldn't deny the way his heart fluttered at those words. "alright, you stay here. i'll go grab you a drink... don't move, okay?"
"don't think i can..." you teased, with a little cough as you slumped against the bath tub again.
it wasn't long before he returned with two glasses of water and sat himself down in front of you, grabbing some of the toilet roll and reaching up to wipe around your mouth - cleaning up the lipstick that smudged a little and dabbing around your eyes to clear the small tears that escaped from when you threw up. so pretty - it was unfair. nothing you did deterred him... he was so utterly obsessed and devoted to you.
"here."
he brought the glass up to your lips, the cool water calming you down as you sipped gratefully - a hand reaching up to hold the glass, placed over charlie's own hand as you closed your eyes.
he caught his bottom lip between his teeth at your touch as you finished the first glass and thanked him again -
"could you... turn the lights off? 'm sorry.. 's too bright."
"huh? oh- o-of course!" he was eager to do anything to help. he reached up and flicked the light switch, letting the warm, orange glow of the hallway shine into the bathroom. a small, maybe even a 'seflish' pang of disappointment spread in his chest when he realised he had to let go of your hand but...
you nod - feeling your head rest against his shoulder, shuffling closer to feel his warmth. you wanted to be near him, wanted to just... just get comfortable. he smelt of shampoo, cotton and a small undertone of aftershave - it felt so familiar.
he stiffened at the contact of your head on his shoulder but he couldn't help the smile that stretched on his face, his hands slowly moving up to brush some of the strands out from your face. he stayed so still afraid that if he moved, you might change your mind and pull away from him.
the feeling of being close to him was so nice - you felt so warm but ...
"thank you again... really. you're the best." you sigh - "don't know what i'd do without you..."
"it's just water," he laughed, brushing it off but ...
his chest felt warm.
this was okay. for now, this was okay.
your head was resting on his shoulder and his hand hesitantly reached towards yours - gently intertwining your fingers and when he felt you squeeze his hand, he closed his eyes to savour the feeling. he wanted to continue taking care of you - ideally, he wanted to do more for you like tuck you into bed or something but... this was okay. more than.
yes, it was just water and, yes, you're just resting your head and you're just holding his hand. but he was grateful.
his heart panged with sentiment -
you were just friends.
he knew that he would never get what he wanted. but at least, just for tonight, he got very, very close.
