#abuse fic

[arry-the-sleep-deprived-joke]

"Hey, you, what is your name?"

"...Me? N-Name?"

"Yes, your name. You do have a name, right? Tell me."

"W-What?"

"Your name. I'm asking what do people call you, what you go by, the name you are given at birth."

"...O-Oh...? N-name...huh?"

"Now, what is your name?"

"...Oh! I... Uhm... Uh...Freak, yes freak. I'm called freak. Uhm... my name is freak?"

"That is not a name."

"No? But the-that's what I'm called. So uhm...you? What are...I mean... Is your name?"

"...Thomas. Call me Thomas, child."

"Child?"

"You are a child. That is why I called you that."

"I-Is that my name?"

"No. It is an endearment."

"...What?"

"..."

In which Harry Potter does not know his own name, all he knows throughout his whole life is the four cornered basement room and the metallic chain on his ankle.

[1dslasharchive]

Do you know any Good Zouis, Lilo, or Larry Abuse (or Rape) Fics.

Sorry, but I don't read abuse fics? It's kind of a trigger for me, which is why I stay away. If anyone has any recommendations for good abuse fics, send them HERE. xx

[ohmyslashness]

“Shit! Fuck!” Merlin exclaimed loudly enough to draw attention yet again but Arthur only noticed the way Merlin’s dinner jacket had ridden up on his arm and he saw the engulfing black bruise on Merlin’s wrist. He took the injured appendage in his hands, palpated the area with a frown on his face, only vaguely cataloguing Merlin’s pain-filled inhales. He noted the swelling, the stiffness of the joint and wondered just how high Merlin’s pain tolerance was in order to not be crying. “This could be broken. You need x-rays,” Arthur stated, clinically, his fingers gently running over the bruised and swollen joint, intent on not noticing how delicate Merlin’s wrists were, the length of his fingers, the softness of his skin. “How on earth did you do this? And when?”