Rusger Oneshots

Crystalized Meth

Yes Angst here we go again >:D

Just a very short one though, nothing like the next Angst week series continuation I'm planning-

I Could have chosen a less conspicuous title, but that would require me to have enough braincells to think of a good oneshot title-

School sucks and I needed some rusger hurt/comfort :'))

Warnings: Crystalized meth obviously, If you haven't guessed yet it's Third Reich that's taking it, the story below is my own headcanons so please criticism is welcomed but pls be gentle I'm emotionally fragile that's why I wrote this-

(Random note: The 3 oneshots I published all at once were not written on same days)

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He could hear noises. Down the hall. He followed it through the dark, feeling his way by the wall on his left and further down. He knew he should be in bed, but the sounds that came through his bedroom walls made him curious. The darkness seemed to gather around him until he reached a door, his father's room.

Hand reaching up to the brass doorknob, he twisted it open, peering into the darker room. There could be monsters in the dark. He was nearly nine years old, he wasn't scared of monsters anymore. He stepped in, hearing the noises again. They sounded like the pained whines and whimpers from a injured puppy he and his father found once in their backyard. They were coming from the bed.

"Papa?"

He couldn't see him, but he saw him shaking. Why was he shaking? Is he cold? He creeped closer, walking up to the edge of his father's bed and cocking his head in confusion, trying to see his face or some part of his body. He reached out a hand to gently touch the pile of blankets.

A loud gasp later with him skittering away in fright, he finally saw his father, eyes bloodshot making his entire face seem nothing but red, drenched in sweat, hair wild and breathing fast and desperate as he jerked, sitting up. "Ich brauche es." 

He stared at him. "I need it," Nazi repeated, eyes wide open but not looking at him. "I need more, I need it please-" Why is he saying that? He had never heard his father sound like that. "Papa-" He called again, trying to get his attention. What was he looking at? 

"I need it, it hurts, I need more." His father chanted quickly, hands moving up to his hair and pulling on the red locks, still staring at nothing. What does he need? He lifted his hand again and touched the back of his wrist.

His father's blood red eyes sharpened and instantly locked on to him, hands moving at lighting speed to clamp on to both his forearms. "I Know You Have It, Soldat. Give it to me." He faintly registered shouting from the pain of his grip, finally feeling fear crashing through his body as his father's face leered in closer, teeth bared.

"My Name is Nazi Germany, I am Your Third Reich, You will listen to my orders and Give me what I want Now." He felt tears in his eyes, whimpering in terror from the harsh words and fierce expression on his father's face. It looked so terrifying, his brow furrowed, lips pulled apart in a snarl as he gave his captured arms a shake, barking out orders like those generals they sometimes met. His father wasn't like that. 

His father suddenly changed, eyes flicking up and down and features slowly relaxing again, before turning into one of fear, desperation. "No, No No please give it to me, I'll do whatever you want, make it stop-" He didn't know what made the change. He was so scared. He started crying.