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It was starting to get colder outside. Every night, your room grew freezing, the blankets he’d provided you with no longer enough to keep you from shivering. He didn’t notice at first. He usually visited during the day, while it was still warm enough to tolerate. You’d lost quite a bit of weight, your body burning fat to keep yourself from freezing. That’s what he noticed first.
The door was pushed open, letting in a little bit of light. You were too exhausted to move. Andrew lit the candles, which always meant he planned on staying for a while. He reached up over your mattress ok the floor to push the curtains away from the small window near the ceiling, letting in the light of the foggy twilight outside. He looked down at your shivering form, his brow furrowed. Crouching down in front of you, he unlocked the thick metal bands that kept you chained to the wall, pulling you against him.
“You’re freezing. Christ. And look you thin you are.” There wasn’t any concern in his voice—not even worry, really. Just… confusion. “I thought i’d been feeding you enough. Keeping you warm. I’m sorry, love.”
He set you down on the mattress, leaving the room for a moment. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought about getting up and running. You couldn’t move though. You were too cold and exhausted. He returned a few minutes later with more blankets and an extra pillow, as well as what looked like a set of sheets. He set them down on the foot of the mattress.
“I went out shopping. I know it’s been getting a little colder lately, so i figured you’d want more blankets. I meant to set it up the other day but it slipped my mind.” He spoke under his breath, almost to himself, as he moved you to lean against the concrete wall. Your thighs pressed against the cold floor, the freezing temperature of the outside world seeping into your skin. You watched him as he fitted the sheets over the mattress, layering thick blankets on top of each other. When he was finished, you had a bed that looked infinitely comfier than what you’d had before. You were thankful, but you knew that it meant, at least partially, that he didn’t plan on letting you go any time soon.
He tucked you in, only chaining one of your wrists to the wall. The chain on your left arm was quite a bit longer, meaning you could comfortably lay down as he left the room again. You had been close to falling asleep when he returned.
His warm hand pressed against your back, tugging the blankets off you slightly. “I brought you some food,” he said softly, handing you a hot thermos. “I made it a few days ago, but it should still be good. I’ll have something better soon, I swear to you.” He set a small box on the floor beside the mattress, sitting beside you and pulling you close. “And theres some snacks in there if you get hungry while im gone. And water. I’m sorry you didn’t have any of that before, I- I had been visiting more, but i’ve been busy lately.”
You knew what he’d been busy with. You had heard him on the nights he’d come back but neglect to visit your room. You had heard the screaming, the violent words leaving his mouth. And whenever he did come to see you after—though it happened rarely—his clothes would be stained in blood, and all compassion in his eyes would be missing. Those were the nights he truly scared you.
Now, though, with the way he was holding you and doting on you, you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence.
Day fifteen: temporary/permanent marks || serial killer!andy
You had almost gotten used to the perpetual cold, the strain of the chains around your wrists. Almost. Andrew wasn’t cruel to you most of the time. He had explained that he had only undressed you to get rid of your old clothes, and after about a day he went out to buy you new ones. Several outfits, of which he let you choose from every morning when he dressed you.
Almost constantly, you were sedated to some extent. Sometimes he put you completely to sleep and you’d wake up to new bandages. Sometimes, when he felt like being more gentle with you, he’d keep you awake. Today was one of those days.
The door to your room opened, and he stepped inside. He had his knife. You knew what was coming. The candles were lit before he walked over to you, sitting down in front of you.
“You’ll be good for me, wont you?” He cooed as he unbound your wrists to take your shirt off. You were so exhausted, so loopy, that you didn’t even think about trying to run as he laid you down on the bloodstained mattress. You gave him a weak nod, closing your eyes.
They shot back open when you felt him slice into your hip. The cut was deep. Deep enough to start gushing blood as soon as it was made. His brow furrowed for a moment, his expression almost one of concern.
“You haven’t been eating enough,” he mumbled. It seemed you’d get lucky today. He started to bandage you, pressing gauze against the wound before wrapping it. “You need to eat. If you don’t eat, the blood is harder to control. Okay?”
His voice was so gentle. Almost soothing. You nodded again, drowsy. He put your shirt back on, and suddenly you were being lifted into his arms. He blew the candles out as he walked you out if the room. For the first time, you’d get to see the rest of the building you were being kept in.
It wasn’t much. An empty warehouse somewhere, the main area sparsely furnished. You knew he didn’t stay here full time. He had an apartment in the city. He only came to see you, and sometimes he’d stay the night if he was concerned about your injuries and wanted to watch you. He set you down on the sofa, handing you a container of cold pasta.
“Eat,” he murmured, helping you support yourself. Your arms weren’t much help to you, so he ended up having to feed you for the most part, but you eventually finished the meal he’d provided. He seemed happy, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. One of his rare showings of affection towards you.
You were half asleep as he carried you back to your room and chained your wrists again, but the familiar cold never followed. He stayed, holding you in his arms while you rested, tracing his fingers over the barely healed scars on your arms, all left by him.
Day twenty-two: gunplay || +dubcon. serial killer!andy
“Wake up.”
You jolted at the sound of his voice in your ear, wrists tugging against the chains. You’d started ti form bruises where they tied around your skin, callouses and cuts covering most of your hands. You couldn’t see him very well in the dim candlelight, but he was close, his nose against your jaw, his breath hot against your skin.
He set something heavy on the floor, running his hand over your waist. “Can I touch you? You’re so beautiful. Please say yes.”
And you did. You nodded, partially afraid of what he would do if you said no. He let out a sigh, kissing your neck, pulling your shorts off your body. He unbound your wrists, allowing him to lay you more comfortably on the mattress. He didn’t speak as he moved. He was always quiet when he was doing this. He slowly finished undressing you, his lips trailing down your body until finally his tongue met your center. He lapped at you a few times, moaning into your flesh. It would have felt good if you weren’t still drugged. His large, cold hands spread your thighs apart, and suddenly, you were met with the feeling of cold metal.
“It’s not loaded,” he whispered as he slid the object into you. You tensed, fear flooding your stomach. His hands stroked your hips, trying to soothe you. “Shh, it’s okay. I wont hurt you.” An ironic promise to make considering how much he already had.
You tried to move, tried to get away, but you had a feeling the juice he had so graciously treated you to that morning might have had more sinister intentions behind it. You felt heavy. Tired. The gun slid further into you, and you felt your body relax despite your fear.
“You’re doing so well,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, kissing your cheek. “Such a good girl.”
It went on for what felt like hours. His movements were so slow. You knew he liked to watch how you reacted, study every part of you. He got some kind of satisfaction out of knowing you were afraid of him. When he finally pulled the gun out of you, you had been crying for a while, your cheeks raw and red. He kissed you, stroking your hair, trying to soothe you.
“It’s okay. It’s over now. You can sleep.” He put your clothes back on, and the last thing you heard before drifting off was the door closing once more.
Day twenty-four: gags/noncon || serial killer!andy
The door creaked open for the first time in three days. You wouldn’t admit it to yourself, but you had missed Andrew… wherever he had been. He lit the candles as he usually did when he came to see you. He’d recently gotten new ones, the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon flooding your senses.
You hadn’t eaten in almost a week. Your stomach was hurting, but you’d gotten used to it after a day or so. It wasn’t anything compared to the rest he had put you through.
He was eerily silent. Normally, he would greet you in some way. He would say something. No words came this time. He quietly walked over to you, unchaining your hands. Before you could get too comfortable, he grabbed a handful of your hair and forced you down onto your stomach, stuffing a piece of cloth in your mouth and tying your wrists with a piece of coarse rope. You felt a sharp pinch in your upper arm. A needle. The usual depressants he gave you when he wanted to keep you from fighting. He claimed you were less likely to get hurt if you were still.
Your eyes grew heavy as he tugged your shorts off, and you heard the muffled sound of his zipper. Gently, he lifted your hips so he could get inside you easier, stroking your back in a crude attempt at comforting you. You barely felt it as he thrust inside you, your mind fuzzy. You could hear him speaking, but you couldn’t make out the words.
You fell asleep a few minutes into it, and you woke up to your wrists chained once more. He had changed you into a warmer pair of pajama pants and left an extra blanket on the mattress. You noticed as you came to that the chains were longer, allowing you to move across the entirety of the bed instead of being stuck in one place. You grabbed the blankets, wrapping them around yourself, thankful at the final relief from the cold.
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I ship with Hozier (i guess it’s called a c\o? I wouldn’t know i’m generally new to the community), and i have for a few months now. My ship is both platonic (paternal) and romantic, it fluctuates depending on the day, but i’ll usually tag my posts so you’ll be able to tell :)
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He’s very clingy. A lot of PDA, kissing, and cuddling
He’s very protective and a little overbearing at times. We both prefer to be together rather than doing things independently, though he does still make time for work and stuff
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A/N: monthly appearance from me :3 i’m working on requests just very slowly… but i wanted to write more serial killer andy
“Would you like to go out with me today?”
You looked up from your pillow as the door creaked open. Andrew stood in the doorway, dimly illuminated by the light from the rest of the warehouse behind him. It was early—too early for the sun to even be up yet.
At his question, you perked up. He stepped further into the room, slender hands gently unlocking the cuffs around your wrist, freeing you from the chains on the wall.
“I think you need some light. Fresh air too. You look sick.” He helped you stand up, dressing you in one of the newer outfits he’d gotten for you.
He never really waited for an answer to his question. He left the room for a moment before returning with a small box. He set it down in front of you, nodding for you to open it.
Inside was a dark red pair of mary janes.
“I figured you might like some new shoes. Yours are all dirty and… i guess i just wanted to get you something nice.”
You eagerly put them on before standing up. The thick leather was restricting around your feet, the black heeled soles grounding you against the floor. It felt nice.
Andrew held his hand out, and you took it. He walked with you out of the dark room you had been confined to for months now.
The warehouse wasn’t much better. A small section of it was nicely furnished, made up to be a makeshift apartment. The far side, though, was dark. There were no lights on there. You could see the faint color of blood staining the floor. You could see dark silhouettes marking out the shapes of -
“Come on, don’t look over there,” Andrew said softly. You quickly turned your head away, looking at the floor instead.
He took you out to his car, buckling you into the front seat, standing next to the open door for a moment.
“Do you promise not to run away if i take you with me?”
You look up at him, nodding frantically. He smiled.
“Good.”
The sun was barely coming up when you reached the small drug store on the outside of town. Andrew held your hand as you both walked in, his grip tight, ensuring you wouldn’t attempt to escape. He made his way to the furthest aisle, and you followed.
For a moment, Andrew let go of your hand to pull things from the shelves and drop them into the basket he held in his free hand. Bandages, gauze, medical tape, rubbing alcohol… anything you would usually find in a standard medical kit.
You followed him to the next aisle. He slid a handful of different pain relievers into the basket, as well as some numbing cream and spray. You recognized everything he grabbed. He had used it all on you before. The faint ache of the freshly bandaged wounds under your skirt started to make you itchy.
Suddenly, he grabbed your hand again, walking towards the front register. As you approached, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just don’t say anything, okay? It’s early. You’re tired.”
Serial killer andy part uhmm whatever part this is
A/n: i’ve been thinking about him so much. My murderous sadistic baby. I love him. I love him i love him. Here’s something cute though because my cramps are killing me and i’ve been stressed with life things. Let me know if you guys want me to write more of this au or if i should switch it up bc if you guys like it ill gladly keep writing. Its def my favorite series
It had been a week since Andrew had visited, and every hour that he was away you felt yourself growing more miserable. You would usually be happy he was away for so long, freeing you from the abuse he put you through. This time, though, you needed him.
You weren’t chained up this time, which only happened when he knew he’d be gone for a while. You had tried the door a few times, but it was bolted from the outside, and the window in your room was too high and too small for you to reach or fit through. For the most part, you’d been pacing around, soaking in the tub of the bathroom connected to your room when you got bored, and when that didn’t entertain you, sleeping. You weren’t starving yet, but you had pretty much gone through all the snacks he’d left for you. He had made a habit of leaving full packs of water bottles in your room, so that wasn’t as much of a worry, but you could only survive on packaged foods for so long.
On the first day he’d been away, your period had started. It was a sickening reminder of just how long you’d been in captivity. Had it already been that long? A month since you’d seen the outside?
You had no meds to ease the pain, no tea or heating pads, nothing to keep the blood contained. It was embarrassing and humiliating and frustrating to be locked up like an animal, not even able to take care of basic hygienic needs.
It was late. You were curled up on the mattress, your eyes squeezed shut, your body cocooned int he thick, soft blankets he’d given you. Each cramp only worsened your discomfort. It had been a particularly hard day. You were so dizzy you could hardly stand, your mouth dry because even water was making you nauseous. You assumed that the cold, damp environment didn’t make it any better.
You heard a faint noise, and you perked up. Was he finally home? You felt sick as the thought came. Did you really think of this place as your home now?
The door unlocked, and as it pushed open, the soft light from the rest of the building flooded in. You didn’t move. You didn’t want to make the pain worse.
“Oh, love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You hated how kind he sounded, how gentle and concerned. He stepped over, sitting on the mattress beside you, brushing hair out of your face. “I’m sorry i was gone for so long. I was a bit caught up with work. But I’m back now.”
He pressed his face against your shoulder, hot breath hitting your neck. You tried to squirm away, but he turned you over, pulling the blankets off of you. Only when he saw the blood staining the sheets did he pause. The expression that flashed across his face was almost like guilt, or maybe shame.
“Oh- …. I see. I’m sorry. I should have checked on you.” Andrew let you curl back up before standing up and leaving the room. You heard the door bolt shut. For a minute, you thought he was just going to ignore you until it was over.
He was gone for almost an hour. You counted the minutes. It was the only way you could keep track of time.
When the door opened again, you heard him drop a few bags on the floor before shutting it behind him. He dug around for a minute before his hand pressed against your back.
“Get up, I’ve got some stuff that I hope will help. I guess I probably should have given it to you before but, ehm… it slipped my mind. I’m sorry.” He handed you a small box and a change of clothes. New clothes. You couldn’t help the warmth in your chest. You did love when he got you presents.
You were thankful, nonetheless. You took a short trip to the bathroom to get yourself more comfortable, changing into the soft, clean pajamas, and returning to the main part of the small room. Your bedding was gone, which deflated you a little. You presumed he had gone to wash it, but it meant you’d be cold. He had left a few pills for you instead of the whole bottle, probably trying to ensure you wouldn’t attempt to make yourself sick, as well as some more snacks and a few more outfits he’d put with the rest of your clothes. You didn’t exactly have a dresser, so most of your clothing was just thrown in the corner of the room.
The mattress was cold when you laid down on it, as you had expected. You pressed into the corner of the wall, trying to curl up and stay warm. But a few minutes later, he came back? Tossing a clean set of bedding on the floor behind you. You jumped, not having expected him to come back so soon.
“I figured j should get you a spare set anyway. Just in case.”
The sheets were just as soft as the other ones. You watched as he made the bed for you, laying the blankets just how you liked them. He’d gotten quite a few new ones, as well as bringing back the ones that hadn’t gotten any blood on them. You’d be warm for sure.
“Better?” He asked as you laid down. You nodded, exhausted and still slightly uncomfortable. He was being so sweet right now. You knew it was only because he felt bad. He’d shower you in gifts and affection to distract from how he treated you the rest of the time. Your hand ran over your arm where the freshest wounds were still healing.
As you let out a small whine of pain, Andrew laid beside you. He gently chained your wrists back to the wall, though the chains were long enough now to allow you to get almost anywhere in the room, just jot enough to reach the door. He curled up behind you, his warmed hands sliding under your shirt and resting against your lower stomach. You tensed for a moment, but ultimately relaxed. It felt good. You hated how good it felt.
“There we go,” he murmured against you. “That’s a good girl. Try and get some rest, yeah? Let the pain go away so we can play tomorrow. I have so many ideas on what to do with you after being gone so long.”
His promise filled you with dread, but it wasn’t quite enough to overcome how tired you were, or how warm his body was against yours. You soon fell asleep in his arms, your own body betraying you as it relaxed back into his chest.
