oohh you’ve reopened a concept i nearly forgot about!! hmm, honestly, i think the first thing he would do is give that poor boy a bath. scrubbing his skin gently, enjoying how malleable he is in his hands. being far too touchy with him than is necessary for a simple bath. and then he’d dress him up in one of his shirts that is oversized on his small frame, admiring the view of his smooth legs that he doesn’t bother to put pants over. and then, maybe he’d toy with will a bit. explain that this is his new home and his new life, while feeling up his body. promising that will never has to worry about those bad people again because he’s here now, safe with henry, even as he kisses at the cuts and bruises marring his skin. will is now and forever his, and his alone. he’s already so captivated and in love with this young boy, he won’t let anything happen to him unless it’s his doing <3

i’m gonna take the liberty of assuming you’re the same anon who wrote the ao3 comment i received earlier. that would make this the second time you’ve wished harm on me in the span of a few hours, which is quite plainly pathetic. you say i’m miserable and yet here you are sending a stranger death and rape threats over something fictional /you chose/ to read. i gave you ample warnings on my fics and you decided to ignore them.

on that note, i’m glad you’re secretly enjoying the story. my twitter info is only on one of my works and it’s at the very end, so that leads me to believe that you either read the entire fic through, or you’re really just that bored as to comb through each work for another means to insult me—in which case, i’m flattered.

thank you for pointing out that gabdrien and adrielix are incest. i was clearly unaware of this and will be correcting myself immediately. and just a fun fact, they’re actually fourteen, not sixteen, which is even better if i do say so myself.

seriously though, go ahead and block me. this has already wasted too much of my energy that i wasn’t even going to spend on you originally. if you do secretly like fucked up and taboo works then please find a different, healthier form of coping than taking it out on the authors. luckily, i am not so easily tempted to commit, but others may not be so fortunate.

i promise fictional characters cannot be harmed—and they certainly don’t need restraining orders from real humans. fiction and reality are not the same at all. characters don’t need protection, but real people do, and you invalidating their trauma, coping mechanisms, and sending them threats is what’s truly harmful. i genuinely wish you the best in your journey to become a decent person.