/!\ Trigger warnings /!\ This story focus on Martyn's struggle in an abvsive , difference in power relationship , this fanfic will touch topics like abvse, as well as some heavy gore , stay safe guys! Chapter specific TWS: Implied @bused , bruises/wounds , shipping , suggestive comments; lmk if i missed any ^^ chapter 4. b̶ruised A forced smile and a fake demeanor. That was all Martyn needed to survive. ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Martyn looked down at the floor , sitting on the corner of Ren’s bed. As far away as he could from the sleeping king. It wasn’t that he didn’t….love…Ren- Martyn loved him so much- so much it hurt. So much it hurt him physically. The new bruise on his cheek was a painful reminder of that , a reminder he would never be enough. Never enough to satisfy his king. With a sigh they stood up , careful not to wake Ren and padded quietly into his own room across the hall. ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ When they woke up , it was pitch black- He must have only been sleeping for a couple of hours. Nevertheless , he had things to get done- and changing his binding tape was high up on the list- Martyn knew he probably shouldn’t have gotten himself and the tape wet while hanging out with Scott , but it was a reasonable hazard when your forbidden lover was a siren. He yawned and stood up from his makeshift resting spot at his desk and tiptoed into the bathroom. They silently shut the door and stuffed a towel between it and the floor so no light would shine though- He really didn’t want to be found with their shirt off. Martyn switched the light on with a yawn , squinting while their eyes adjusted to the now lit bathroom. He sighed as he realized the glue holding his lip together had split. "Maybe we were kissing a little bit too hard….” They then peeled their still damp shirt off , shuddering as the cold air hit their moist skin. “Thats gonna smell like fish forever now , Scott-” Martyn mumbled to himself affectionately “Good thing I like fish-” He took a deep breath and started peeling the tape off of his chest. “Ow- Ow ow ow-” The sudden weight off his unrestricted chest was sickening, and it left him feeling exposed. They were certainly glad there was no one around…. Well. No one he could see- Scott suddenly shoved the bathroom window open and hopped in,not aware of Martyn's current state.He stared wide eyed at Martyn before turning away, moving to climb back out of the window. Martyn looked like he might scream but held his tongue, quickly grabbing a towel from the nearby counter and covering his chest. “No…No- Stay-” “I…. You sure?” Scott responded , turning back to face him , careful about where he was glancing. Because the last thing he wanted to do was make Martyn uncomfortable. “...please…” The other let out a sigh before slowly letting the towel clutched to his chest drop to the cold tile floor. Scott didn't look disgusted or anything of the sort. He just gazed at Martyn sympathetically “Do you want to see something…” He asked. Martyn nodded, blue eyes shining in the warm light of the bathroom. The siren in front of him started pulling off his jacket “OH-Oh my void-” The blond stuttered as his face flushed, misunderstanding Scott’s intentions entirely. “No no no- Martyn- thats- Not what i'm trying to do!” Scott said quickly as his coat dropped to the ground “I want to show you…” He pulled his shirt up and over his head , revealing his chest. “This…” Martyn gasped “I- Scott-” They traced one of the thin scars on Scott’s chest gently “You never told me you were trans….” “I know. I know. But now you do- Now then, let's get that-” He nodded at the role of silicone tape on the sink “Sorted out-” ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ “Here- Come on-” Scott patted the spot on the bathtub’s edge , using his teeth to rip a decent size length of tape off of the roll . Martyn sat next to him and took the tape , peeling off the backing before pressing it flat to his chest. “Another piece please- I usually have to double up- Two pieces each side-” “Got it-” He handed Martyn another few pieces of tape and carefully watched them apply it. “You know what you're doing, hm? I'm surprised-” Scott teased with a grin. Martyn finished taping his chest and nodded as he looked up. The two just sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, Martyn shuffling ever so slightly over to Scott. His hand lightly brushed the siren's and he grabbed it , holding the other's webbed hand in his rough and scarred one. A flutter of Scott’s tail and his slight shifting was all the permission he needed. Martyn pressed up close to Scott , resting his face in the space between his neck and collar bone. He sighed, gently rubbing circles into Martyn's bruised thigh. “You don't deserve to be treated like this- Marty…” A few beats of painful silence was the only response Scott got. “...I do though..” Martyn finally croaked , breaking the thick quiet around them.
“Martyn InTheLittleWood you absolutely do not! What has he been telling you!?” Scott protested , standing up and crossing his arms. “It's what he hasn't said….Scott- he's my husband-” “WH-” Martyn looked up at Scott’s flabbergasted face “Close your mouth before someone takes advantage of it….” They joked half heartedly. “MARTYN-!” He playfully hit him , causing two things to happen. Martyn recoiling in fear and then losing his balance , crashing into the bathtub. Which for some reason was full of water. “HEY!? WHAT- THE- ****?!” Martyn spluttered , finding himself soaked and in a cold bathtub. “Hey- Shh- Quiet!” Scott hissed , looking at the door anxiously “You’re going to wake up Ren-” He covered Martyn’s mouth with a webbed hand. They growled in annoyance and yanked Scott into the bathtub with a splash. The siren shrieked before clamping a hand to his mouth. “You- YOU-” He moved to pin Martyn to the bathtub edge but stopped as the other hybrid froze. “Oh- no-” Martyn mumbled as he heard footsteps outside. Signaling for Scott to stay in the bath as he stood up and walked , dripping , over to the bathroom door and opened it. The bathroom light flooded into his darkness swathed room,revealing an annoyed looking Ren in the door “Heyyy Ren-” He said with just as much annoyance. “Why- are you screaming at-” The hybrid checked the watch on his wrist “Two AM in the morning- and why are you out of bed in the first place….” “I was….doing things-” He held his hands behind his back , making sure Ren could see the fresh tape on his chest. “Oh- okay- just….don’t scream- And come back to bed-” He trailed his finger along Martyn’s jaw , making him shiver. And not in a good way.
