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montammil · 21 days

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frothing at the mouth and begging for more cruel lawrence content. either with marshall and nathan but since you mentioned nathan had it the worst, could you write something for that?

I've been so busy and burnt out lately, but I pushed through for once lol. I've written Nathan being tortured before, but since this has been sitting in my inbox forever, I decided I'd give it another go.

TW: Torture with hot iron, failed escape attempt, parental whumper, burns, infantilizing behavior

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Even when Nathan tried to conform to Lawrence's twisted views on family and parenting, he always did something wrong. Even if he hypothetically didn't hate Lawrence's guts, he wasn't nearly as much of a lovey-dovey person as his captor was.

When Lawrence would hear what he deemed as a sarcastic comment or rude tone, he'd give him a warning and blank stare that hid any emotions that might be bubbling underneath the surface.

The situation was so bizarre, it was almost funny to him. How many people in the world had gotten kidnapped by a delusional man who believed he was their father?

Not a lot, he could assume. How unlucky could one be, right?

It seemed that Nathan was one of those people.

Surprisingly, Nathan's least favorite punishments weren't getting tortured in the basement. The punishments he hated the most were the infantilizing ones, where Lawrence would talk down to him like a goddamn baby, and then go make him stand in a corner or something equally degrading.

At least Lawrence treated him like the adult he was when he kicked him repeatedly in the ribs and called him every name in the book.

Nathan had a high tolerance for pain. He thought that was the farthest Lawrence was willing to go, physically speaking. As much as Lawrence liked to play daddy, Nathan didn't think he'd ever go so far as to truly hurt his "kid".

How wrong he was.

For a week now, he managed to pretend to be the sweet little angel Lawrence wanted him to be. Lawrence would see through his sardonic comments or wry tone and Nathan would get a warning look.

It would stop there, thankfully. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could gain Lawrence's trust and get the hell out of here.

The biggest issue was he could barely even be physically close to Lawrence without cringing and feeling his stomach turn. His fist wanted to act on its own when the blond bastard would call him "sweetheart" or kiss his forehead.

"You're quiet today," Lawrence mentioned at breakfast.

Nathan poked at the pancake on his plate with a fork. He wasn't very hungry. "I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well."

Lawrence tilted his head in sympathy. "I'm sorry, bud. Did you have another nightmare?"

He hated being reminded of that. One night he woke up screaming because of a nightmare--about Lawrence, of course. Lawrence had rushed into his room and cradled him in his arms like an infant.

It was nauseating. Nathan could remember vividly how his body had shuddered in fear when Lawrence insisted on holding him for the rest of the night.

The only reason Nathan allowed it was because Lawrence had hurt him badly the previous night. The last thing he wanted was another violent punishment so soon after his last one.

"No," Nathan lied. "It wasn't a nightmare. I just couldn't sleep."

Lawrence frowned, lifting his eyebrows in worry. "That's no good. Maybe you need a nightlight. Would that help?"

Nathan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that suggestion. Sometimes he wondered if Lawrence was directly trying to piss him off.

"Sure," Nathan decided to humor him. "A nightlight might help."

Lawrence's features softened in happiness, thinking he had found a solution to a problem that wasn't even there. "Anything for you, buddy. You know that."

He took a bite of his pancake so he wouldn't have to say anything back to that. He finished the rest of his breakfast quickly and put his plate in the sink. Nathan wasn't in the mood for interacting with Lawrence today, so he went into his room and tried to nap.

Nathan didn't actually manage to get much sleep. He was exhausted, but the memories of everything Lawrence had done to him wouldn't stop playing over and over in his head.

If he didn't go insane in here, it'd be a miracle.

At one point, Nathan could hear his bedroom door opening. He buried his face under his pillow, pretending to be asleep. Lawrence must have bought the act, because Nathan heard him close the door.

After a few more minutes of laying down, Nathan sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.

He was tired, but his mind was too noisy. He really needed something to do around here, or he was going to lose it. He decided talking to Lawrence was better than nothing, so he got up and headed into the living room. Lawrence was usually there, but this time there was no sign of him.

"Lawrence?" Nathan called out. No matter how much he was going to try to play nice, he was not going to call that man his dad. No way in hell. "Where are you?"

There was no answer, which was odd. Usually Lawrence was in the living room at this time.

He frowned, beginning to wonder if maybe he had gone out. He looked out the front window to see his car still there. That meant Lawrence was definitely here somewhere.

Nathan trudged back up the stairs until he heard him talking. He was using that different tone of his voice, more professional. Oh. He was on a business call, or maybe even doing some kind of interview or audition. He was usually on those calls for hours at a time, which meant Nathan was always restrained while Lawrence did his work.

This was a perfect opportunity he couldn't just not take advantage of. It was risky, but his gut was telling him to give it a shot.

He crept back down the stairs and to the front door. Knowing Lawrence, his room was likely locked and he probably had his keys and phone on him anyway, but maybe if he could find something to pick the lock with...

Nathan looked through the kitchen drawers and found a paperclip. It would have to do. He carefully inserted it into the hole, feeling around for a moment before the lock clicked and the door opened.

For a brief moment, he hesitated. Was it really that easy? Could he really just walk out that door?

No alarms, no locks, no Lawrence holding him back?

He stepped outside, shutting the door quietly behind him. As soon as it was shut, he took a deep breath and ran as fast as his legs would take him.

On his left was the eerily bleak and empty beach, and on his right was a thick forest that surrounded the house, that was somehow even creepier.

Nathan made a split second decision and ran for the forest, hoping there would be a road there.

He ducked under trees, sidestepped bushes, and leapt over rocks and sticks. He didn't stop running even when his legs began to feel like lead. Even when he had the wind knocked out of him by a low-hanging branch. He kept running.

For what felt like a lifetime, Nathan continued through the woods. It was mostly silent, save for his heavy breathing and footsteps on the ground below.

After a while, he slowed down so he could catch his breath and assess his surroundings.

Nothing looked familiar. There was a bit of sun coming through the leaves and branches of the trees above, but the sun would soon be gone. The farther he walked, the darker the area became. Nathan had never been afraid of the dark, but something about this place just made him uncomfortable.

Even if he wanted to return to Lawrence, to admit he fucked up and take whatever brutal punishment he'd be given, he wasn't sure if that was even an option right now. He had no idea where the hell he was.

Nathan gulped, deciding to keep walking.

The birds were going to bed, but a few cicadas and frogs remained awake. Their song was the only thing breaking the silence.

For the first time since his escape, Nathan began to doubt himself. Maybe running away was a bad idea.

After what felt like hours, he finally saw something other than trees and bushes.

A road, finally.

He sprinted down the hill to the pavement, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw there was a car heading down the road. Nathan held up his arm to flag the car down. It didn't stop for him.

Nathan couldn't help but groan. "You've gotta be kidding me."

He spent so long getting through those damn woods that the sun had completely gone down. And now here he was, following the road from the side and waiting for another car to come by.

Despite how late it was getting, Nathan was determined to get out of here. He'd follow this road for miles if he had to.

Hours passed, and the weather began to grow colder. It was practically pitch black now. Nathan's feet hurt from walking so much, and his hands were freezing. He wished he had grabbed a jacket or something before running out.

Nathan wasn't sure how long he'd been walking down the road before he heard something in the distance.

Headlights.

He perked up, running a few yards and holding out his arm again. "Please stop," he pleaded. "Please."

The car stopped right in front of him.

Nathan's heart leaped with joy. He jogged around to the driver's side window. "Hi, I--"

He immediately shut up when he realized who the driver was. Lawrence didn't even bother wearing that emotionless expression, he looked enraged. Nathan had never seen him look so mad.

Lawrence rolled down the window, just enough so that Nathan could hear him. "Get in," he growled.

Nathan weighed his options. He could either get into the car and face whatever consequences Lawrence had in store for him, or he could try to outrun him. But even he knew that was a terrible idea--Lawrence had a car, and likely weapons on him too. Not to mention Nathan was already exhausted. He didn't really have a choice.

Reluctantly, Nathan climbed into the passenger's seat. He expected Lawrence to say something to him, but he was quiet.

For a moment, Nathan saw Lawrence's eyes scan over his body, looking for injuries. Nathan almost laughed at that--as if Lawrence gave a shit about whether or not he was hurt.

Lawrence began driving back the way Nathan came. Neither of them said a word for the entire ride.

Nathan stared out the window at the trees, occasionally looking back at Lawrence's profile. The only emotion he could see was anger.

He wanted to break the silence so badly. Ask him what he was going to do to him when they got back to the house, beg him not to hurt him too badly, but nothing came out. His vocal chords were frozen.

When they pulled up to the house, Lawrence parked in the driveway and shut the engine off. He exited the vehicle in silence, making Nathan shrink into himself with fear. Lawrence opened his door, gripping his wrist so tightly Nathan hissed in pain.

He practically dragged him back into the house, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

Nathan struggled to get his wrist out of his grasp. "L-Lawrence, please--"

"You're not speaking to me," Lawrence interrupted. His tone left no room for argument. He dragged Nathan down to the basement, and Nathan just wallowed in his own self-hate for feeling too paralyzed to object or fight.

He was forced to lay on his stomach and have his hands cuffed behind his back. He could hear him rummaging through things in the corner, making him swallow anxiously.

When Lawrence returned to his side, Nathan closed his eyes. He refused to watch what Lawrence was doing.

A moment later, he felt the cold metal of handcuffs attach to his ankles as well.

Lawrence exhaled deeply through his nose. "You are in big trouble, Nathan," he told him in a low voice. "Do you have any idea what you put me through? I was terrified out of my mind when I saw you were gone."

Nathan still refused to look at him, and he wasn't even going to humor him with an apology. If Lawrence was expecting him to feel guilty, he would be sorely disappointed.

"I'm disappointed in you," Lawrence continued. "You know better than to run away."

"You don't know shit about me," Nathan snapped at him.

That only seemed to anger Lawrence even more. "Wrong answer."

He could hear him move behind him and his mind raced, wondering what he was going to do. It wasn't like he hadn't been punished in the basement before, but the air felt heavier than usual. He wasn't shocked, he had never gotten as far as he did when attempting to run away. Lawrence had always been able to find him quickly.

Nathan heard something being plugged into an outlet and tensed. "What are you doing?"

"I've been too lenient with you. This is the last time something like this happens again."

His words sent a shiver down his spine. Nathan wanted to shrink into himself when he felt Lawrence lift up the back of his shirt, exposing his bare skin to the cold air of the basement. "What are you doing?!" Nathan repeated frantically. "Stop it!"

Lawrence didn't say anything back to that. He thrashed and tried to buck Lawrence off of him, but he didn't budge.

"Lawrence, what the fuck are you doing?! Let me go!" Nathan yelled. "I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not," Lawrence argued calmly. "You're only sorry because you got caught."

Nathan's brain was racing at a million miles per hour, trying to figure out what Lawrence was doing. After a few more minutes of meaningless pleading and horrifying tension, he felt something on his back and screamed at the contact.

Whatever it was, it felt like it was burning him, and Nathan thrashed even more violently than before.

Lawrence didn't react to his cries other than putting more pressure on the object against his skin. Nathan could hear Lawrence mumble something along the lines of "it'll be over soon, kiddo."

The younger man was seeing stars behind his eyelids while he screamed in agony. This was so much worse than all the times Lawrence had tortured him before--he wanted to die. Anything was better than this excruciating pain. He could hear his skin sizzling through his own screams of torment.

After what felt like an eternity, the torture finally stopped. Lawrence set down the object he had been using, and Nathan sobbed in relief, hearing it make contact with the hard concrete floor.

He wanted to turn around and look at what the hell Lawrence did to him, but it was excruciating to even move in the slightest.

Lawrence sighed above him, as if this was just a chore that he was happy to be done with.

"Are you going to run away again?" he asked in a gentle voice.

"No," Nathan choked out through sobs. If it weren't for the fear of the iron coming back into play, he would've told him to go fuck himself.

"Good." Nathan stayed still while Lawrence undid his bindings. He was exhausted and barely had the energy to move. He laid on the ground, trembling, while Lawrence stroked his hair gently. "Poor thing," he murmured sympathetically. "Are you gonna listen to me from now on?"

Nathan didn't even care about saving face anymore, he was in so much pain that he'd probably agree to anything Lawrence said at this point. "Yes."

"That's my boy," Lawrence praised him. "It's okay, pumpkin. It's all over now. Dad's got you."

Those words were the last thing Nathan wanted to hear right now. He had been tortured with an iron, and Lawrence had the nerve to call himself his dad?

The two of them remained in the basement for a while, Nathan weeping on the floor while Lawrence cooed at him in a soothing tone of voice.

Eventually Lawrence got him to stand up on his feet, and led him up the stairs to the bathroom so he could clean his wound.

Lawrence dabbed the burn with rubbing alcohol, causing Nathan to squirm and grit his teeth in discomfort. When that was over, he carefully bandaged it. It made moving around very difficult, but the throbbing pain was starting to become slightly more bearable.

After Lawrence was done cleaning up, he took Nathan into his room and tucked him into bed.

Nathan usually slept on his back, but had to settle for his side for now. Lawrence ran his fingers through Nathan's dark locks. Nathan could make out his eerie smile through the dim lighting.

"Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I found you?" Lawrence's smile faltered. "What if someone bad decided to pick you up? You could've ended up dead in a ditch somewhere. I'd be heartbroken."

Nathan turned his face into the pillow so Lawrence couldn't see the fury on his features.

"If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself." Lawrence tucked some of Nathan's hair behind his ear. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Then die, Nathan bitterly thought.

Lawrence leaned down to kiss Nathan's forehead. "I love you." Nathan didn't reply back, and Lawrence didn't seem to mind that. He simply smiled again and stood up straight. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

Nathan waited until Lawrence had shut the door and locked it to finally let himself cry. He bawled his eyes out into his pillow, shaking with sobs until he fell asleep from pure exhaustion.

#answered ask #lawrence oc #nathan oc #tw torture #tw burns #tw parental whumper #parental whumper #ive mentioned nathan has canonically gotten burnt with an iron so i decided to go that route

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lucakairomi · 8 months

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Lawrence and Luca- Part 4

Part 4! The whump is here! Warnings for violence, noncon drugging, kidnapping, and implied murder. Let me know if I need to add anything!

Lawrence belongs to @montammil and Luca belongs to me!

Luca arrives at Lawrence's office at eight, but the man is nowhere to be found. She sees a large table set up with two chairs, though, so she gets to work in setting up the space. She centers a file labeled, appropriately, "THE COLLECTOR" and sits, her eyes intently roving over the various pieces of evidence.

Lawrence arrives a few minutes later, his arms laden with snacks from what was probably the nearest vending machine. He looks surprised. "Oh- you're right on time, kiddo! Great!" He dumps the pile of snacks on a nearby counter, looking over at her elaborate setup of clues and documents. "That's a lot of evidence."

Luca nods. "I like to be thorough."

Lawrence grins and sits opposite her. "Okay, kiddo, walk me through this."

Luca nods. "Okay, so. The Collector. Serial kidnapper, murderer-by-proxy, and criminal mastermind."

She points to the picture on the front of the file, which is less of an actual portrait as it was a man with a question mark for a face. "He's mostly active in cities, although I don't think he lives in one full-time. It's probably much eaiser to find targets- and kidnap them- in high-traffic places like New York than out in the middle of nowhere. He primarily targets teenagers and young adults, taking advantage of their difficult family situations or otherwise vulnerable positions to befriend and later kidnap them. Probably a background in acting or just a really good liar- he'd have to be to gain the trust of so many people. Working from missing child reports and unexplained disappearances, I've managed to pin down two potential victims- Sadie Mills and Nathan Lam. Haven't managed to get ahold of them yet, though."

"The people he kills- or has killed, I think- are all reporters or people looking into his despicable criminal activities. I've connected several seemingly unrelated deaths to the same thugs and hired killers- obviously staged to look like an accident. So he's obviously rich, or at least well-connected enough to know those sorts of people. However, as far as I can tell, he doesn't kill his victims, and combining that with the age of his targets, it suggests some sort of obsession with being seen as a paternal figure, or maybe a delusion brought on by severe trauma... I'm guessing the loss of a family member, probably a wife or a child..."

Luca trails off slowly, glancing up over the top of her documents to see Lawrence, smiling brightly at her as she reads off...

"What's wrong, kiddo?"

A list of attributes and behaviors that fit the man sitting in front of her... very well...

What did he say he was in the city for, again?

Lawrence leans forward. "Is something wrong?"

Dead wife... paternal obsession... rich. Really good liar. Good enough to gain the trust of the very person currently investigating him for murder...

"Luca-?"

"It's you."

Her voice is steady with certainty. Horrible, awful, stupid certainty. "You're the Collector. You were never here on business- I was the business!"

Lawrence smiles. It's just as sincere as it normally is- although this time she can see the smugness underneath. "Oh, stop acting like I’m the crazy one. If I recall correctly, you're the one obsessing over me." He laughs, as if expecting her to follow suit. "Aren’t you happy to know I feel the same way, kiddo?”

Luca shoves her chair away and stands, getting distance between the two of them. "No! You're-"

Lawrence cocks his head. "I'm what? Concerned? Worried? I've been watching you, Luca. You're barely affording rent every month, putting yourself in dangerous situations just to pay the bills. You nearly got stabbed in an alleyway before I showed up! You're killing yourself, Luca. I'm helping you."

Luca stares at him. "Helping me-?! You’ve kidnapped- you've murdered- you've ruined I don’t know how many people's lives! You've lied, you've-" She cuts herself off with an incredulous laugh. "You're gonna kill me? I know too much, is that it?! You going to have me killed like you did all those other reporters?!"

Lawrence seems genuinely hurt by her accusation. His voice gets quiet. "You think I would do that to you? I love you, kiddo."

He walks a few steps closer and she shakes her head, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Wait. So, even though you’ve been lying to me about everything, you’re saying that you- you actually think-"

"I don't think, I know. I love you, kiddo."

He looks at her gently and she takes a sharp breath, her eyes going wide. "This is some kind of sick joke. You've killed innocent people. You lied to me!"

Lawrence looks apologetic. "I know. I realize this will take time for you to get used to. But I'm gonna prove it to you- I have your best interests at heart." He turns- Luca just now notices the briefcase she had returned earlier. Lawrence pulls out a gun.

Luca swallows hard. Swap tactics, now.

"Lawrence- look. I know you think this is right, that you're helping me, to do this-" She gestures at the weapon, "but it's- it's wrong! There's something- wrong. With you. You- you need to turn yourself in. We can work it out- if you go in voluntarily, they'll go easier on you. Just- put the gun down. I don't want to hurt you."

Lawrence chuckles. "You won't hurt me, kiddo."

A single gunshot reverberates throughout the room. Luca clutches her abdomen in shock, expecting to see a bullet hole, but instead, she sees a strange feathered needle sticking out of her skin. A dart...?

How did he know-?

Luca's thoughts abruptly slow to a crawl. Drugged. Have to run. Have to get out...

Lawrence walks in closer to her and wraps his arms around her as her legs finally give out. He gently cradles her head and lowers her to her back on the ground. "Shh, shh. It's okay."

Luca's eyes flutter. She opens her mouth to protest, to scream, but all that she manages is a low moan. Lawrence shushes her. "It's okay now, Lulu. You're safe."

Luca groans as her vision starts flooding with spots. Aura is all well and good, but it doesn't do much when your body is being pumped with enough sedatives to kill a horse. And of course Lawrence had known that... she had told him, after all.

The last coherent thought she had was that now, she was going to pay for it.

#whump #whump writing #my writing #tw: violence #crossover #lawrence oc #luca oc #cce crossover #noncon drugging #tw: kidnapping #case file: lawrence and luca

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evils-corner · 2 years

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Slowly getting back into drawing, so take a messy doodle of my oc Mel's family. Incredibly strict, intensely Catholic parents...it's no wonder Mel doesn't like them too much <.<

(Mel goes by they/she <3)

#Evil's art #Evil's sketches #Oc #Mel Oc #Eleanor oc #Lawrence oc #Soul Less oc

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arrrr64 · 8 months

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Ah, finally. My stupid memes collection 🤭

That’s not all, but I’m tooooooooo lazy to translate the rest into English 👉👈🫠

#btd #boyfriend to death #btd lawrence #btd ren #btd strade #ren hang #lawrence oleander #stride #pony mov #arrrr64 #oc

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kinoselynn · 1 year

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bunch o' doodles

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #joey drew #ink demon #bendy #henry stein #allison pendle #thomas connor #batdr oc #the projectionist #artworks #sammy Lawrence #norman polk #roni

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flavorcrash · 4 months

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Zombie Apocalypse AU

#i got tired trying to finish these i hate line art LMAO #btd #lawrence oleander #btd lawrence #oc #btd 2 #boyfriend to death 2 #art #btd ren #btd2 #strade #strade btd #btd strade #btd au

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miantantan · 11 months

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BTD BOYS（and TPOF）❤️

You can see the original version🔞 on my Twitter.

#boyfriend to death #btd #lawrence oleander #btd2 #lawrence #btd lawrence #btd oc #btd mc #the price of flesh #tpof #tpof derek #derek goffard #sano #akira #cain

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kapi-tanka · 12 days

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saints, preserve us beneath your cracks and fissures among the fossiled fishes our souls, our souls to keep

my fnv character lawrence nightingale, a follower of the apocalypse. a perfectionist. a procrastinator. the most generous man imaginable who dreams of gifting people the world, in a format of a grand, exhaustive museum. he’s also the most greedy man imaginable, never satisfied with any amounts of art, bones and dust

the king of the unfinished museum has reigned for a decade. there’s so much more to be found and preserved

#basically created this guy to call out myself #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #followers of the apocalypse #my ocs #lawrence nightingale #fallout: new vegas #art

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montammil · 10 months

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The 50’s au and lobotomy talk made me think... Medical treatment back then was really different, so... I can imagine there could be this special hospital. It's only purpose is to help rich whumpers to get a perfect whumpees. Doctors can do all psychological and physical changes you want. Need a sweet infantile child? They brainwash adult man to act like a toddler. Need a obidient pet without claws? "Electroshocks and nail removal for subject #3" etc..

I bet Charlotte could work at place like that and Lawrence has a golden client card

TW: Psych wards, medical malpractice(?), brainwashing, drugging, infantilizing behavior, forced age regression (non-sexual), parental whumper

Omg I love the way you think!! I could totally imagine Charlotte as the hospital director or even CEO, and she happily lets Lawrence have benefits that not many people can easily acquire (better yet, she fully knows he's the killer and helps him get rid of evidence).

What if Lawrence got some pills that would basically make Marshall age regress without Marshall's knowledge, while he still idolized Lawrence as his teacher?

And when Marshall catches on when Lawrence "has no choice" but to kidnap him, Lawrence sends him to the psych ward which Charlotte also is in charge of, because Marshall refuses to eat or drink, knowing the pills will just be hidden in there.

Just some ramblings, but I love this idea XD

#answered ask #lawrence oc #marshall oc #tw parental whumper #tw forced age regression #tw drugging #tw psych ward #tw medical malpractice

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avintmich · 4 months

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Извините пожалуйста, я знаю что быстро переключаюсь с фандома на фандом. Но я честно люблю Джейкоба, поэтому надеюсь что вы поймёте <3

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excuse me, I know I quickly switch from fandom to fandom. But I honestly love Jacob, so I hope you understand <3

I will never draw Jacob in his usual red plaid shirt. Maybe....

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lucakairomi · 8 months

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Lawrence and Luca- Part 3

Part 3! The whump starts soon, don't worry! No chapter warnings. Luca is mine, Lawrence is @montammil 's!

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For the next few weeks after her sit-down with Lawrence, Luca waits on pins and needles for the other shoe to drop. For the media to show up at her doorstep, bombarding her with questions and eager to run tests and poke and prod- but as the days go by, nothing happens. She sees Lawrence pass by on the street a few times on his way to and from the university- he doesn't bring it up again, and in fact seems to have forgotten it completely, merely greeting her and asking how her day is going.

Today in particular, she happens to be walking down near the sandwich shop she'd recommended to him all those days ago when she catches sight of him sitting in a chair, eating a Reuben sandwich and reading the newspaper. She waves to get his attention and he lowers the newspaper, looking absolutely delighted to see her. "Luca! How are you doing?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing," Luca says, pulling out a chair and sitting at the other end of the table. "You expecting someone?"

"No," Lawrence shakes his head. "Just on my lunch break."

"How's the job going? Anything exciting?"

Lawrence shrugs lightheartedly. "Unless you count teaching biology to a bunch of bored freshman, not really."

Luca giggles. Lawrence leans forward. "What about you- any interesting cases lately?"

Luca looks like she's trying to decide whether or not to tell him something before she pulls a file out of her purse and places it between them on the table. "Well, maybe one..."

Lawrence crosses his heart, giving her a serious look. Luca nods. "Well, I don't really have much yet, but I'm actually tracking this guy who I've called," She pauses for dramatic effect, "the Collector." She grins sheepishly at Lawrence's blank expression. "It's a codename."

Lawrence mock shivers. "The Collector, huh? Sounds like a scary guy."

Luca nodss earnestly. "Oh, yeah. He's a serial kidnapper- at least two victims so far that I'm pretty sure are connected to him. But can you imagine this guy, just out on the street, free to snatch whoever he wants? He needs to be brought to justice."

Lawrence frowns. "What if he's dangerous? I don't want you getting hurt."

Luca waves a hand dismissively. "You've seen me, I can take care of myself- you know I can. Besides, as far as I can tell, the guy hasn't actually hurt anyone."

Lawrence look deep in thought. "Seems to me like this guy just might be lonely."

Luca rolls her eyes. "Plenty of people are lonely and they don't resort to kidnapping."

Lawrence nods, about to respond, when he suddenly looks at his phone and sits up straight. "Oh, shoot, my lunch break's almost over! Sorry I have to cut this conversation short, kiddo." He wraps up his sandwich and grabs his newspaper before waving goodbye and nearly sprinting down the sidewalk.

Luca laughs. She stands, ready to leave herself, when she notices a briefcase on the floor beside Lawrence's chair- he must have been in such a hurry he forgot it! She quickly picks it up. "Wait! You forgot your-"

He's already halfway down the street, and moving fast. Luca stops and slows, inwardly groaning. She takes a closer look at the briefcase- fancy, and locked with a numerical code. Probably some important school papers or something- and wasn't he heading back to the university? He'd probably need it for classes... she should probably get it back to him. Now which way did he go...?

She catches a glimpse of his bright blond hair and chases after him. This isn't the right way to the university... where is he going?

Lawrence suddenly stops in his tracks and looks around. Luca instinctively flattens herself against the nearest corner, waiting ten seconds before she glances out from her hiding spot. Lawrence is walking again, this time more decisively, towards the hardware store. Luca raises an eyebrow.

She takes a position opposite the store, pretending to study the dresses in a window as she watches the reflection to see when he comes out. About ten minutes later he emerges, carrying a small bag, and starts off again. Luca waits until he's a fair distance away before she follows.

Lawrence stops to look at some pastries in a bakery window, then keeps going until he reaches an office supply store. Maybe he's getting some things for his class? She sits on a bench pretending to read a newspaper until he comes out, thinking. Had he been lying about needing to get back to his class? But why would he do that? He was obviously in a hurry if he forgot his briefcase...

She's so caught up in her thoughts that she nearly misses Lawrence exiting the store with another bag. She peeks over the top of the newspaper and watches as he keeps on walking. She folds the paper and narrows her eyes suspiciously as he heads into a clothing store next. What's he getting there? It certainly didn't seem like his style- that place sold casual clothing, not suits or fancy men's shirts. And he stays in there for at least a half hour- Luca nearly falls asleep waiting for him to emerge, but when he does, he has what looks like multiple bags of clothing. Luca furrows her brow. Should she confront him? He could just be running errands, but then why would he lie about something like that?

She tracks him for a few more blocks, but he doesn't make any more stops until Luca nearly runs into the front gate of the university building. She quickly runs to catch up before Lawrence can head inside. "Lawrence! Hey, wait up!"

Lawrence turns at the sound of her voice, looking surprised to see her. "Luca? What are you doing here?"

Luca holds out the briefcase. "You forgot this at the café."

Lawrence takes it, his face splitting into a wide grin. "And you ran all the way here? Thanks so much, kiddo! Wouldn't do to lose any of this stuff!" He tucks the case under his arm. "Say- I feel bad we weren't able to finish our conversation earlier. How about you come back here tonight after office hours and you can show me everything you have on this, uh... "collective" fellow, okay?"

Luca looks around. "Collector. And, uh, here?"

Lawrence nods. "My hotel room is a huge mess, and there's way more space in my office anyway. I'll even bring snacks!"

Luca thinks. A school after hours was definitely safer than a hotel room... and she hadn't really had the chance to really look at all the evidence she'd gathered with everything going on during the past few weeks. Maybe she could use the break. "Sure, sounds good. I'll come at around, uh, eight?"

Lawrence nods. "That sounds great! See you then, kiddo!" He waves at her as he heads through the gate.

Luca shakes her head. Why had she ever thought this guy was suspicious? Shaking her head, she heads back to her apartment to collect her files.

She has a feeling she's about to make a huge breakthrough.

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