𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏) [Discontinued]

15.0

they found him.

he just so happened to be standing with all of his boyfriends, outside a cafe. they had just arrived,
when king heard his name. the voice was familiar, but foreign at that same time. the person was older, but not elderly, and king immediately recognized them.

said person stomped up, angry expression and all. he screamed at king until he wound his hand back, ready to slap the poor boy.

right when he set the action in motion, he was stopped. a slender tattooed hand gripped his wrist to the point of almost breaking it. he looked over to see an intimidating blonde with eyes that looked like a bloody murder. everything about him just screamed "i'll fuck you up and look you in the eyes the entire time".

"lay a hand on our boyfriend and i'll make your entire existence seem like a fever dream."

suddenly, the small group of boys gained murderous glares.

"no, no. i want to hear what he has to say first."

king pushed his hair back, giving the older male a perfect view of the striking blue eyes he inherited from his mothers side, and a new piercing on the bridge of his nose. getting piercings and tattoos were a coping mechanism he developed at a young age. his father noticed he got his first one at twelve.

in reality, king had begun to hate his looks, so he gave himself a simple nose piercing with a needle, and he stole one of his sisters old studs. from then on out the piercings accumulated. since he wasn't legally old enough to get the piercings at a shop, he did them himself. stealing his sisters old kit, which she had bought when she thought she was edgy, and continuing to give himself more and more of the piercings.

it's the same gist with his tattoos, except he could only sit through giving himself one. it was a smiley face on the inside of his right ankle. it was a horrible spot to choose, and twelve year old him had the pain tolerance of a small dog.

he had clearly gotten these bigger, much cleaner, tattoos done within the past three years.

in fact, everything about king looks different. his pink hair, "weird style", piercings, tattoos, everything just seemed opposite as from when he left. his mother will have a fit when she sees this, this will never pass in our house.

king's dad had it in his head that their son would be coming home with them, but that was very, very wrong.

the older man took the opportunity of silence to finally speak up. he was spewing shit about "coming home to your parents" and trying to guilt trip king into coming "back home".

that did not pass with his boyfriends. king himself looked half done with the bullshit, and was ready to hit his dead beat daddy dearest. donald have him a quick glance to stop him, and he did.

donald still hadn't released the wrist of who everyone now assumed was king's dad. this meant he could drag him to the nearest alley with ease, which he did.

finally in the privacy of a sketchy alleyway, that probably had about three muggings a day, king was able to smack his beloved father. he didn't hesitate. just raised his hand back and swung it forward with such calmness it was scary. it's like he had been preparing to do that all his life.

[enjoy some "memes" i made. i haven't slept in two weeks so imma go catch up on that shit.]