#cw toxic behavior

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I always think that at some point in the relationship between Color and Killer, Killer simply tried to find out EVERYTHING about Color before trusting him in the slightest.

Likes, hobbies, fears, even physical weaknesses that Color might have. According to Killer's reasoning, this way he would have some control over Color, knowing everything about him, so Color would not be able to control Killer if he was already one step ahead. In the end, he only used this knowledge to get closer to Color more easily (even if sometimes the information he knew was too specific for Color to have simply told him in a conversation before).

Honestly, I can see Killer doing this with just about everyone instinctively. Even the cat friends, although in that case, it’s just so he knows how to care for them individually and how to tell when they’re injured or sick (or, in some cases, pregnant.)

At first, itd probably start off simple enough. Noticing Color’s most common facial expressions, the most common words he says with what tones, the way he carries his weight and how he walks, listening to the most of what Color talks about—and what he enjoys listening to.

(Killer was probably surprised to find that Color is genuinely an attentive, active listener—with everyone. And yet he hardly really talks about himself? Suspicious.) (not really but that’s just killers way of thinking.)

Anyway, he starts off paying attention to these things—because people like feeling heard, they like thinking others pay attention to them, and they like knowing others are like them in some way. This is all mostly so Killer can mirror Color enough to gain trust—such as noticing when Color gets tired, in order to be the first to offer Color an opportunity to rest.

Or noticing when Color is having trouble with his eyesight, in order to be the first to help him and sending the message of “I notice because I care about you.”

(This can also be used in situations to potentially isolate Color from others, sending the message of “I noticed, because I care about you..does Delta know about this?” small innocent comments and questions that serve to make Color doubt if his other friends care about him “the way Killer does.”)

From there it potentially escalates to more boundary breaking, law breaking things. Perhaps the more curious Killer becomes, and then the more he starts to realize that he actually cares just enough to keep the guy around.

Things such as basically stalking, potentially going through his phone or his bags, perhaps even finding ways to use Epic and Delta (as some of Color’s closest friends) to understand the full picture. Maybe he’d even go as a far as to get into contact with Ivory and Sage, if only to understand the story of Color’s AU. To understand what the fuck Color wants from him, and perhaps, how Killer can give that to him.

I can definitely see this starting as just wanting to have leverage over Color, and then his curiosity is piqued about Color’s souls when he learns of it—which can then develop into fascination with Color himself the more he learns about and from Color, and the more he comes to not only like Color, but trust him.

If it escalated that far, I can only image how the confrontation between Color and Killer went.

Colors definitely gonna have to lay down some firm boundaries, which Killer very likely won’t like—possibly making Killer think that this is Color’s way of encroaching on his autonomy, or that Color has something to hide—but ultimately gonna have to realize that if he wants Color to stay around, it includes respecting the guy’s boundaries, too.

Lmao I can imagine Color suspecting Killer for awhile, asking him about it frequently—and of course Killer denies denies denies—only for him to rat himself out in Stage 1 out of overwhelming guilt and shame. (Perhaps also worry and fear, if his behavior in Stage 2 seems to be taking on an obsessive or possessive edge.)

{ @qin-qin16 }

[bontensruby]

AND I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT A THREESOME..

" WATCH OUT, LITTLE KITTY! "

H. RINDOU, H. RAN + BIMBO!READER

18+, DUBCON/NONCON, slapping, belly/throat bulge, fingersucking, ran throat fucking you with his baton, degradation, hinted yandere themes, fingering, spit kink, use of "kitten", readers skin color is not mentioned, MDNI

you live in Roppongi in a little neighborhood with a lot of stray cats, you always go out to put some food for them out. But this night the infamous brothers bumped into you

"Come here! kitty, kitty"

You called out to the fluffy kitties in the alleyway that you fed every night for 4 years

Three cats jumped out and walked to the little plate with food on it, and started eating.

You smiled and pet one of the cats, you then stood up again. It was pretty cold tonight and you're just wearing shorts and a tight small Spaghetti strap top. Without a bra no less

The kitties ate everything up and so you turned around to start walking back home

You suddenly saw a figure in the dim light, and immediately got a bad feeling seeing the figure walk towards you. It was a man.

As you walked closer you could make out what he looked like, he had blonde hair with turquoise dyed strands. He was pretty attractive too. But then you realized that he looked like someone you heard about before. You stood still and took a few steps back

"watch out, little kitty" the blonde man chuckled.

And as he said this your back hit something, the fear you felt bore a hole through your stomach.

It was a taller man with blonde and Black braided hair, you now realized who these men are. They are those delinquent brothers, all you knew about them Was: when you see them, run the other way. But that was too late now.

The taller man hummed as he smiled down at you "what's a pretty thing like you doing out this late?" He purred, while you were distracted by the older sibling that you didn't notice the younger one being now right behind you "don't you know, it's pretty dangerous for girls like you at night." The younger one stated matter of factly.

The older one tilted his head "cat gotcha tongue?" Both of them were really attractive but you were still scared shitless. "Aww, she's shivering~" the older one spoke up again and smiled

the younger one's index finger hooped around the strap of your top "Yeah no shit, she's probably cold with how she's dressed" as soon as his gloved finger brushed against the exposed skin you snapped out of your scared trance and tried to run past the taller man but you were really stupid to think that would work.

when you tried to run he grabbed you by the hair and something cold pressed against your cheek "Woah there, little kitty..not so fast~"

it was some sort of weapon, your heart was beating so fast that you could almost feel it if you held a hand to your chest.

"did you try to run away?" the younger one stepped in front of you and grabbed your face "that wasn't very polite now was it?"

He looked at his older brother who was sliding his baton from your cheek down to your collar bones "we are talking to you, kitten" you just couldn't remember their names, you know you saw them 2 years before, in the news when they went to jail for something you can't remember. You just remembered that you thought they were pretty hot for criminals.

The younger one suddenly smacked you in the face "you're a bratty one, huh?"

you tried your best to talk in order to not tick them off "u-uh..n-no.." The one still holding you by the hair smiled down at you "ah, there's her pretty voice, rin" the younger one hummed in satisfaction.

You finally got it! Their names are rindou and ran haitani

Before you could say anything else or beg them to let you go, the cold metal of the pipe traced your hard nipples that poked through your shirt forcing a whine out of you

"Oh~" ran purred against your ear as he slid the pipe lower until it pressed against your sensitive clit "ahh~"

the younger one smiled "ya like that, hm?" He whispered against your lips as he took one of his gloves off and placed two fingers on your bottom lip

"Suck." You mindlessly obeyed and opened your mouth to suck on his fingers like a slut

"Guess she's not a brat after all" the older chuckled and pressed his baton harder and circled on your clothed clit

"Mhh-" you moaned around and bit fingers lightly before you were suddenly forced to your knees.

Rin removed his fingers from your mouth and both of the taller men looked down at your trembeling form

Ran's baton prodded against your lips as he kept his hold on your hair "c'mon, kitty..open up we wanna see how deep you can take it" for some reason your pussy responded positively to his deep but soft voice

Your mouth opened with your tongue out and ran didn't waste any time placing the tip of the metal on your tongue and sliding it down your throat till you started gagging

he pulled it out once that sweet choking sound of yours invaded his ears, you kept your mouth open and coughed while letting drool paint your lips and chin.

"What a good kitty, you can take it pretty deep huh?" Ran patted your head

"Let's see if you can also take getting your little throat fucked" rindou chuckled, and then watched his brother grab your head to force it back down your throat repeatedly at a fast and rough pace. You could see that the brothers were enjoying tormenting you by the Tents building up in their already too tight-looking pants.

Rindou stepped closer to you with his clothed cock right next to your cheek "that's good, take it like a good little whore." His mean words were just building up more and more heat inside you. or more specifically, more heat in your pussy.

You tried telling yourself that you didn't like it but your pussy disagreed with you.

Ran was Holding the baton next to his hips and as he was fucking your throat with it, he continued to move his hips along with the movements of his hands. "You've done this before, huh y/n?"

Your heart dropped immediately as your name left ran's lips, your tear-filled eyes stared up at the grinning men in disbelief

"your dumb little head is probably wondering how we know your name right, kitty?" Rin placed his hand on your head in a soothing manner

"Well, we've known you for a while now~" your whole body froze all of a sudden

Ran pulled his baton from your mouth and you coughed some more spit out "Wh-wha.." Ran smiled at you struggling to breathe and talk

"Kitten, we have been watching you for over 4 years now~ and now we have you. You finally belong to us" Ran kissed your forehead "isn't that right, doll?" You were trembling at this point, you didn't know what was happening.

Your mind was still so clouded that you couldn't really register the danger of this situation.

Ran's eyes softened and were filled with so much adoration all of a sudden and kissed your wet lips "hey!" Rindou complained as his brother kissed you.

Ran slipped his tongue past your lips, let it glide alongside yours, pushed your face closer to his one Last time, and broke the kiss.

"You fucking promised I get to kiss her first!" Ran just kept staring at you while his little brother complained "I'm sorry, dear brother I couldn't help myself~"

he stuck his tongue out in a cute manner as rindou squatted down next to his brother and took your pretty face in his hands to kiss you as well "mhh!" You whined at how soft both their lips were and at the fact that ran was kissing up your neck now "Pretty girl♡" Ran purred against your neck.

The brothers both stood up leaving you shaking on the ground "you look so cute down there~" rin said while taking off his other glove and then his glasses "wonder how cute you would look with a cock in your face" your eyes widened and sparkled due to the tears welling up in your innocent eyes.

The both of them couldn't fucking wait to make you choke on their cocks. So they didn't waste a single second to unbuckle their belts and pull their cocks out.

Both of them were really big. Ran's was a little thicker than rindou but rin's was a little longer than ran. "C'mere, kitten" rin began to intertwine his fingers with your hair and pull your face into his warm and Rock hard cock "ngh-"

You gasped as a little precum leaked onto your face "suck it, baby.. I know you want it deep down your throat" your pussy clenched at his deep voice and commands. Your sweaty hand took ahold of his shaft and you began to swirl your tongue on his head.

You looked up to see if you were doing well, to see rin with his eyes closed as he let out a guttural groan. "Oh fuck.."

Ran grinned down at you licking like a hungry kitty and started stroking his cock in front of your face "Careful, doll. Our little rin is still a virgin"

Ran snickered and earned a disapproving glance from his little brother. You began to suck rin's tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it at the same time "mhh- fuck..feels really good, kitty..don't fuckin' stop"

rin threw his head back and shoved his whole cock down your throat, forcing you to whine around his cock as you struggled to inhale and exhale "through your nose, darling.." Ran reminded you as he started to fist his cock next to your face.

Rin forced your throat to keep cockwarming his cock as your tongue kept licking. "F-fuck..m' gonna cum" rindou groaned, tugging your hair "fuck her throat, don't cum from a little cock warning!" Ran laughed at his pathetic brother, when he was actually the pathetic one because Ran couldn't cum until he saw tears ruining your pretty makeup.

"Sh-shut up!" Rin leaned forward, came down your throat and shoved his cock even further down. "F-fuck..take it- yeah..just like that, ohh god"

You thought rin was super cute for cumming so soon and so loud. when he slowly pulled out, you coughed and smiled up at him. Ran got behind you and whispered in your ear to "lay down n' spread your legs, baby"

You did and looked back down at rindou who's cock was hard again looking at the wet Spot on your cute pink shorts before he took them off to reveal your soaked panties as slick was dripping down your legs

"she's so wet" rin growled stroking his cock while his other hand struggled to take your panties off and handed the dripping fabric over to his brother

Ran smiled and gladly took it before shoving them in his back pocket "don't worry baby, you won't need panties when you're our wife~" he laughed.

And before you could process what ran just said rindou shoved two fingers inside your leaking and clenching hole "aaah!!" His Fingers were so thick and felt so good. You were suprised at how well he could move his fingers for a virgin.

"M-mhh" Rindou licked his bottom lip and was confused if he should be looking at your erotic face expression or at your pussy that kept sucking his fingers in and clenching on them.

"Fuck..her pussy is so fuckin' tight.." he couldn't help but moan at your Feeling and noises. Rin immediately picked up the pace of his thrusts and started finger fucking you.

"Nhh! A-ahh! Rinn!" Your thighs twitched at his sudden speed and accidentally moaned out his name, to which rin's cock visibly twitched and oozing pre-cum from his angry red tip

"Rindouu! P-put it in please!!" Your words even made ran's cock react. So rin didn't even hesitate to pull his fingers out and line his cock up with your throbbing hole. "Can't deny our pretty kitty now can I?" He smirked as sweat ran down his temple.

He tried to seem calm and composed when he really wasn't, he was dreaming of this moment for so long. His hands were shaking as he felt your throbbing hole on the sensitive head of his cock.

He looked back up into your shiny eyes, practically begging him to finally fuck you. Rin bit his lip and slipped his head inside of your unbelievably tight and warm cunt "ohhh fuckk.." rin tried so hard not to cum on the spot, but it was hard.

You got really lost in the Feeling of rin's large cock once he slowly slid it fully inside your clenching cunny, that you got so surprised when ran suddenly yanked your hair back to look at him as he placed his heavy cock on your pretty face

"c'mon doll..ya didn't forget about me did ya?" Ran chuckled and you just shook your head as you stared at his fat cock, it was so thick..you weren't sure if it would even fit in your mouth.

But even if it wouldn't..ran will make it fit~

"Open up!" Ran giggled and slapped his cock on your lips. You hesitated a little bit but then opened up your mouth for him.

Rin glared at his brother for trying to get your attention back to him, so rin was determined to fuck you absolutely dumb. He picked up his pace, making his balls slap against your wet ass

"AAH- NGHH!!" you wanted to moan but as you did, ran shoved his cock down your throat, watching a little bulge appear on your throat "mhh~ pretty girl" he praised and grabbed your throat to hold you in place while he fucked your sore throat

Ran bit his bottom lip as he felt your throat bulge every time he would thrust inside your throat on the palm of his hand. "Ohh fuck..my pretty wifey~"

rin's head shot up at that and began to thrust even harder and he swung your right leg over his shoulder to hit your deepest spots.

"You mean- mhng! Our wife." Rin was so done with his brother's shit, he just wanted to focus on your angelic pussy. But it was hard when his brother kept trying to capture your attention all for himself.

Ran let out a breathy chuckle as he kept fucking your throat and making his heavy balls slap in your face.

"Mnggg! Nhhh~" you moaned around ran's fat cock stretching your throat and making your jaw hurt.

Rin decided to ignore his brother's antics and turned his attention back to your pussy when he saw a little bulge on your tummy.

He halted for a second and even saw the twitch of his cock inside your belly. "Ohh.." his moan came out as a cute stutter making your little pussy flutter around him.

"G-gonna cum inside you, pretty baby, yeah?" He groaned and thrusted harder into you again and biting your thigh to stop his moans from coming out.

Ran was just as close as rindou because you kept moaning like a slut, making your throat vibrate around his thick cock. "Mhh..ah- gonna cum, kitten..prepare yourself~" when ran came to the thought of you it was always so much.

He wonders how much he would cum when you were sucking on his cock.

Rin cursed one last time before his cock throbbed in your clenching pussy and shot his hot strings of cum deep inside of you "a-ahhh..ohh fuck..god..such a good pussy, taking me so well.."

Rin kept his sensitive dick inside your snug pussy and continued to rub circles on your little clit, making you moan even more.

"Nhh- fuck, yeah baby..suck harder—yeahh..just like tha- ugh.." Ran was on the verge of cummimg but then pulled out to cum on your pretty tits with a loud and pretty moan.

"So good for us~" ran's gloved thumb caressed your cheek while you arched your back and came hard on rindou's cock "A-AHHH! AHHNN" your hands tried to grab at anything they could find as your hips started to grind onto his still hard cock.

"D-daddies!!" You mindlessly wailed, leading to both of the men's eyes widen.

The shocked looks quickly turned into smirks, ran came back down to kiss your messy lips and lowly groan into it.

It would be an understatement to say that they were obsessed with you, no, they literally need you in their lives.

Rin slowly pulled out and helped you sit up to kiss your forehead and then your lips softly before ran took his jacket off to put it over your shoulders.

"Are you okay, baby?" Rindou cooed, caressing your cheek. You weakly nodded and gave both of them a soft smile.

You tried to stand up with the brothers but you kept falling so ran just squatted down and showed you that you should get on his back.

You did exactly that and rin didn't take his hand off of your back as the two of them walked towards your house.

You should've known they know where you live, they know everything about you!

Maybe they are Kind of creepy but the dick is too good so who cares.

[rawjutsu]

Dilf!satoru getting more and more controlling of the reader and getting extremely possessive

summary: after a rare day off spent with a college friend, reader returns home to face satoru’s quiet, simmering jealousy. tension boils over when she lets it slip the friend was a guy, prompting satoru to guilt her about “abandoning” yuuji and reminding her who she really belongs to.

cw: dubcon undertones, age/power imbalance, coercion, lots of emotional manipulation, oral (m receiving), degradation, objectification, possessiveness, jealousy, parental substitution, implied loss of autonomy, reader is 20 and is called "kid", satoru is a gross dirtbag in his mid-thirties PLS read at your own discretion

summer break is supposed to feel free. weightless. but in the gojo house, with yuuji curled into your side every morning and satoru always somewhere nearby, that freedom starts to feel… conditional.

you hadn’t even planned anything big—just a quiet afternoon out with an old college friend you hadn’t seen since finals. you texted them first, made plans for coffee and maybe thrifting, then mentioned it to satoru during breakfast, careful, casual.

he said yes.

but it’s the way he said it that hangs in your chest like something heavy.

“sure,” he’d muttered, eyes fixed on his coffee, his usual teasing smile nowhere in sight. “you deserve a little break.”

he didn’t look at you. didn’t crack a joke. didn’t ask questions. and that silence said more than any sarcastic remark could.

the rest of the day, he didn’t hover like usual. he barely spoke, barely looked up from his phone. but you could feel the tension crawling along your skin—thick, possessive, quiet.

when you mentioned needing to get ready before heading out, he just nodded, slow, like he was calculating something behind those bright, unreadable eyes.

“you look nice,” he said as you slipped on your shoes by the door.

but it didn’t sound like a compliment. it sounded like a warning.

the ride to the train station was silent. you offered small talk—he gave short answers. when you reached your stop and reached for the door, his hand shot out to catch your wrist. gentle, but firm.

“be safe,” he said, finally looking at you. “text me when you get there. and when you’re coming home.”

home. that word again.

you nodded, forcing a smile. but as you stepped onto the platform and felt the breeze hit your skin, you realized something had shifted. not in the moment itself—but in the fact that, deep down, you felt guilty for leaving.

and worse?

you knew he wanted you to.

…

you come back buzzing a little after dinner time.

sunlight still barely clings to your skin, the last bits of golden hour trailing behind you as you let yourself in. the house smells like the same warm, cozy blur it always does—fabric softener, cinnamon, and a faint trace of satoru’s cologne.

you call out a soft greeting and head to the kitchen, where you find him already leaning against the counter, arms crossed, a glass of whiskey at his side.

“i’m back,” you say lightly, tossing your bag on the chair.

“how was it?”

you smile, stretching your arms above your head. “so good. it felt nice to just talk and hang out for a bit, y’know? i haven’t seen ren since we pulled that all-nighter before finals.”

the name slips before you even realize what you’ve said.

there’s a pause. heavy. cold. like the air itself holds its breath.

satoru straightens. “ren?” he repeats, too calmly.

you blink. “yeah, my friend from campus. we were in stats together. he—”

“oh. he.” that’s all it takes. the shift in his tone is instant—no sarcasm this time, no teasing. just a quiet, simmering fury that crackles behind his words.

you barely manage a breath before he’s closing the distance, his voice low and sharp.

“so, while i stayed here and took care of our son, you went out and caught up with some college guy?”

you reel back a step. “your son. and i was just gone for a few hours.”

“yeah? and what if he needed you?” he snaps. “what if he asked for his mommy and she wasn’t there?”

you freeze. “don’t—don’t call me that. i’m not—”

“you’re not- you’re not what?” he interrupts, his voice turning mocking now. “you’re not the one who brushes his hair, tucks him in, kisses his scraped knees? feeds him when he refuses to eat unless it’s you? tell me again how you’re not his mother.”

you fold your arms, suddenly defensive. “i’m his babysitter. that’s what i agreed to. that’s the job.”

“the job,” satoru repeats with a bitter laugh, like the word physically disgusts him. “right. and what, you think you can just clock out? leave for a day, come back with some guy’s scent still clinging to your shirt and act like everything’s normal?”

“i didn’t do anything wrong.”

“you left. that’s all it takes,” he says, stepping in closer. “and maybe you forgot, but i don’t like being forgotten. especially not by the girl who sleeps under my roof and takes care of my kid like she was meant to.”

there’s silence. thick. tense.

his next words cut straight through you.

“you live here. you take care of our son. you eat my food and sleep in my bed. you don’t get to run off and play pretend. this is your life now.”

you swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs.

and deep down, as much as it terrifies you—part of you knows he’s right.

but you should say something. push back. reassert the line between you—babysitter, employer. but the words won’t come.

because he’s looking at you like you already belong to him. like you’ve never belonged anywhere else.

he steps closer, and your back hits the edge of the counter. his hands plant themselves on either side of you, caging you in—not rough, but not gentle either. his breath ghosts across your cheek, and the air shifts, thick and electric.

“you gonna run off again?” he asks, voice low, taunting. “or did you get that out of your system?”

you swallow hard, eyes flicking to the floor. “i didn’t run.”

he tips your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look at him. “no? you sure about that, sweetheart? ‘cause you’re standing here in my kitchen, wearing my shirt, smelling like outside.”

that teasing glint is back in his eyes, but it’s sharper now. possessive. dangerous.

your breath hitches as he leans in, his lips brushing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—not quite kissing, just claiming. his hand slips under the hem of your tee, fingertips skimming your bare stomach, igniting sparks beneath your skin.

“this is mine,” he murmurs, voice dark and reverent. “all of you. doesn’t matter how you try to play pretend.”

the tension between you and satoru crackles in the air like electricity, the silence heavy with unspoken words. he leans back against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze burning into you with a intensity that makes your skin prickle.

"i'm sorry," you start, the apology feeling foreign on your tongue. "i shouldn't have gone out without...without considering how it might make you feel."

satoru's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching.

he leans in to your ear, his breath hot against your cheek. "tell me, kid...did you miss me while you were gone? did you think about me at all?"

you try to move away, but his grip is too firm. his eyes bore into yours, searching, demanding.

"of course i did," you whisper, your voice trembling. "i...i missed you."

a slow, satisfied smirk spreads across satoru's face. "good," he purrs, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "you're sorry for making me feel neglected," he continues, his voice taking on a darker edge. "so now you're going to make it up to me. get on your knees."

you hesitate for a moment, your eyes widening. but the look in satoru's eyes leaves no room for argument. with shaking hands, you lower yourself to the floor, kneeling before him.

he smirks down at you, his hand moving to the waistband of his pants. "beg for it," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "beg me to forgive you, to let you worship my cock like the good little slut you are."

you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the shame and arousal clashing within you. but the need to please him, to appease him, overrides everything else.

"please, ‘toru," you whimper, eyes wet, your hands gripping his thighs. "i'm sorry for leaving you, for giving you any reason to doubt my loyalty. please let me make it up to you. please let me show you how much i need you, how much i crave your touch."

satoru's smirk widens, his eyes darkening with lust. "that's more like it," he growls, undoing his belt with one hand. "now open wide and take what's yours."

you part your lips, your tongue darting out to wet them in anticipation. the first glimpse of his cock makes your mouth water, your pussy clenching with need.

he takes himself in hand, rubbing the swollen head against your lips, coating them with his precum. "this is what you needed all day, isn't it?" he taunts, his voice low and mocking. "this thick cock splitting you open, filling you up until you're drowning in me."

you moan in agreement, your eyes fluttering shut as he pushes past your lips, into the warm cavern of your mouth. he groans at the sensation, his hand fisting in your hair.

"that's it, kid," he praises, starting a slow, steady rhythm. "take every inch like a good girl. show me how sorry you really are."

you do your best to obey, your lips stretching around his girth as he thrusts deeper, hitting the back of your throat. tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you don't pull away, determined to please him.

he sets a brutal pace, fucking your face with abandon. the sounds of his pleasure fill the kitchen, mingling with your muffled moans and the obscene slurping noises.

"fuck, i'm close," he grunts, his grip tightening in your hair. "gonna fill this little mouth with my cum. gonna mark you as mine in every way possible."

you whimper around his cock, the thought of tasting him, of being owned so thoroughly, sending a rush of heat between your legs. you double your efforts, sucking harder, taking him deeper.

with a final, brutal thrust, satoru buries himself down your throat and comes with a howwl. his hot seed floods your mouth, spilling down your chin as you struggle to swallow it all.

he holds you in place, his cock twitching and pulsing as he rides out his orgasm. when he finally pulls out, you gasp for air, your chest heaving.

satoru grins down at you, a satisfied glint in his eyes. "good girl," he praises, wiping a smear of cum from your cheek. "you've proven yourself worthy of my forgiveness."

he helps you to your feet, pulling you into a fierce kiss. his tongue plunders your mouth, tasting himself on your lips.

"now," he murmurs against your lips, his hand sliding down to grope your ass. "let's go say goodnight to yuuji and go to bed. i'm not done with you yet."and as he leads you towards the stairs, you can't help but shiver in anticipation, knowing that the night is far from over.

but your independence? yeah, that's definitely over.

a/n: i feel like he would absolutely keep u from seeing ur parents.. u wanna visit ur family who live maybe a few towns over or even across the country and satorus just like. "nah. we're not doing that." he doesn't need them poking into your guys' business :/

[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Diluc x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped Reader begins to feel touch starved after being trapped for so long and finally reciprocates Diluc’s need for physical affection. Cue a steamy make-out session.

MDNI.

Warning(s): YANDERE content (do not read if you are not comfortable), kidnapping, imprisonment, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied Stockholm syndrome, dubious consent (concerning touch), forced affection, forced kissing, steamy, !! heavily suggestive ending (smut implied)!!, slight hair pulling, slight isolation, forced marriage, they make out and both of them get somewhat turned on *gasp*

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“Just one kiss. Please, darling.”

“No-“

Your protests were silenced by Diluc pushing his plush lips onto yours. The kiss was soft, delicate, and loving, something filled with longing after not seeing you for hours. However, the romance of it all didn’t mean much to you when you had been backed into the corner of your shared canopy bed with no way to escape.

You tightly fisted your hands into the sheets as his lips pressed insistently against yours, a discarded book next lying open on the silken bedding. You had been entertaining yourself pretty well before Diluc, your husband, had gotten home from a long day of work and business, deciding that he wanted to relish in your company after being deprived of it for so many hours. Your husband was a working man, and unfortunately for you, he only became more desperate to hold you after being separated most days.

Diluc’s arms caged you in while his thigh pressed against yours, heat seeping through the thin fabric. His winter clothes had been switched out for lighter ones with the coming spring, and you could feel every tensing muscle in his body as it shifted against your shamefully thin loungewear. You could feel the twitching of his body, the stiff movements that came with him resisting the urge to run his hands all over you. He knew you didn’t like him touching you. He knew that he was pushing it by kissing you with such intensity.

Today though, today was different. You didn’t mind the way his lips were bruising yours with each practiced tilt of his head. An all too human part of you was so tired of resisting every day, and it craved the warmth that you felt in those moments after he was done kissing you; those moments when he brought his gloved hands up to caress your face as you avoided his painfully adoring expression.

Hesitantly, you brought your tense arm up to graze the hair near the back of his head, each movement feeling slow and forced. But god, you were so desperate for the thought of being touched, and could no longer keep up the act of repulsion to the little physical touch Diluc gave you; you were tired of being careful to avoid every brush of skin, every silent show of affection.

Diluc knew it made you uncomfortable, and for the first few months of your “stay” you would have rather gagged yourself before you ever kissed him willingly. But loneliness was a powerful thing, and besides the maids who would barely look you in the eye, he was the only one you could reach out and hold.

Your hand landed on the back of his ponytail and you did you best to ignore how quickly Diluc stiffened under the shift in weight. His lips froze against yours in shock, but you pushed your hand further into his hair before anxiety made you pull it back. Your fingers curled into his locks, slightly tugging at the base where a ribbon held it back, and the first thing you thought was how absolutely soft it was.

You heard Diluc shakily breathe in, his eyes wide as he stared at you in disbelief. His hands landed firmly on your hips in an awkward attempt to put them somewhere. You could feel his fingertips digging into your skin, hands tense as he felt the new sensation of your fingers running through his hair.

…Clearly your touch was not unwelcome.

Feeling emboldened, you went further. With one of your hands still nestled in his hair, you rested the other one on his chest. You curiously ran it up to his collar, distracted by the new feeling of the coarse clothing and the strong body that shuddered underneath your light touch. You felt his heart beat unimaginably fast against your palm, heat seeping into your skin already from the light contact.

You quickly glanced up at his eyes and immediately became aware of the intensity of the look he was giving you. His gaze roamed your face, going from your eyes to your lips, searching fervently for something in your expression. You had never been the one to initiate anything before, much less encourage his behavior. You had always been quite cold to your captor ever since he had swept you away and locked you up in his mansion, too paranoid and in love to keep you anywhere but under his watchful eye.

You suddenly felt very nervous. Diluc’s blood red eyes reminded you of a predator, following every slight movement you made with rapt attention.

A primal part of you was scared of breaking eye contact with the dangerous man in front of you and you felt your heartbeat quicken for the first time in a while; whether it was fear or excitement, it made a fire light in your body.

Slowly, you leaned into him, ghosting your lips against his as he sharply inhaled, muscles tensing underneath your fingers as you focused on the rhythmic thrum of his heart. You moved the hand over his heart to join the other nestled in his hair. You pressed your chests together, practically melting into him as the lonely place in your heart sighed in relief at the warmth surrounding you.

You were the closest to him you had ever been, and you were returning the affection he had showered you with since the day he took you away. In the moment, you were unaware as to what exactly was going through Diluc’s mind. This was a sign of you willingly accepting his love. A thing you had only ever seemed to acknowledge reluctantly. His self restraint snapped, and then his hands were everywhere.

What had gone from a sensual kiss of longing was now a passionate fight for breath, with every harsh press of his lips to yours ending and beginning again at a dizzying pace. His exhales met yours in quick, desperate pants, as he seemed only able to pull away for a second before attaching himself to you again.

You soon lost your balance from the onslaught and fell back onto the bed. Diluc paused for a brief moment before following you and carefully placing himself over you, putting his weight on one forearm and using his other hand to impatiently tug open his collar.

“Diluc?” You said, dazed by the sudden change in his behavior.

“Hot,” was the only thing he said, forgoing elaborating to instead nudge his face into the crook of your neck. You tensed as you felt his lips brush against the sensitive area, each exhale adding more heat to already damp skin.

You nearly screamed when you felt his lips settle onto your skin, his teeth latching onto your neck happily. He bit painful heat into your throat, marking each new spot he found with eagerness as he moved down your neck. He began pressing fleeting kisses up to your ear, which he then happily bit and abused. His tongue ran across the shell languidly, a teasing motion with a meaning more sensual behind it, and an unexpected bolt of electricity shot through you.

Diluc seemed to be caught between deciding to pin you underneath him or allowing your hands to be entwined in his hair. Eventually, he guided your hand up to where it had previously been, and you automatically pulled on the long strands just to ground yourself. He moaned at the feeling. You teased the ribbon away until it fell from his nape, watching bright red locks spill over the broad shoulders now caging you in.

Errant strands floated above you, teasing at your face and skin as Diluc ran his hands up and down the side of your waist. He panted in your ear and his hot breaths bounced against sensitive skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms.

You jumped as you felt his hand run to your thigh and squeeze, the firm grip making something light up in your stomach. You inhaled shakily, gasping as your realized that you were going to get what you wanted and more. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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[sleeplessdreamer14]

(cw: abuse (and humanized! bill))

if you recognize the reference congrats! have a cookie 🍪

[tear-stained-lenses]

Not getting an “I love you” before they left had to be one of the most soul crushing moments. Do you not love me? Did you fall out of love? You can't leave me because I need you. Why didn't you tell me you love me. Why why why why why. I need you to love me so why won't you say it. Why did you leave without saying it. I can't lose you, please still love me. I'll stalk you. Don't think I won't. I'll track you down. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you. You know I will you've seen how I am.

[1-pupp3t33r]

She just sighed as she sat down, regaining any composure she had left as she wiped away her tears.

Why was she just letting this happen? She'd really just grown weak. She wasn't in the mood to be angry right now, she'd deal with these feelings later.

"Hey, sweetheart!!! I just... wanted to talk to you about a few things."

To be honest, Circe just wanted to shut up and pretend nothing was wrong. But this conversation would happen eventually, so it was better now than never.

- you knowwwww

*She was holding the piglet. Who had been sitting on her lap on the couch (yes the pig comes into the house. Shut up) she was scratching the piglets head.*

“Hi darling! What do you need?” *Good, she caught her in a good mood for now..*

@1-pupp3t33r

[rotting-inkblot]

Faux Comfort, Pretty Tears

Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron/Sofia

Summary: Rafe’s an obsessive man, always has been, addiction in his blood, but now he’s found a new subject of that obsession, Sofia — who seems to have noticed she’s being watched and, of course, goes to her boyfriend for reassurance.

Warnings: Stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, general consent issues and non-consensual sex acts (though not rape), smut, dark/toxic Rafe Cameron, fear kink, manipulation, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, mild non-consensual somnophilia (the kink not the act), phone tapping. [Dead dove: do not eat]

Additional Tags: Masturbation, hidden cameras, phone calls, hurt/(false) comfort, dacryphilia, established relationship, hotels, crying, fear and anxiety, watching someone sleep, stealing.

1.9k words / oneshot

He’s always been obsessive, grown to accept it as just part of his nature, something unchangeable. First, when he was a kid, following his crush around and tugging on her hair to get her attention, collecting the pens she left behind by accident. Then another girl in high school who he consistently stole small things from — hair ties, chewed pencils, one of her bracelets — to keep in his nightstand until she got a boyfriend, who he spent the rest of his high school career ruining the social life of. Then alcohol, then the white lady herself. Now it’s a girl he met while she was bartending at the yacht club, Sofia, except this time he managed to finally get her to himself. Finally found a way to keep her. Got her to quit that bartending job, the thought of her being around other men, especially drunk ones with lower inhibitions who’d likely notice her beauty like he did and try to act on it, making him sick. Made her move out of her parents’ house, convinced her she’ll always be safer and happier at Tannyhill than anywhere else. Tapped her phone when she seemingly trusted him enough to leave it with him, giving him a way to see exactly what she was doing on her screen instead of talking to him, a way to listen in on every conversation with someone other than him.

[hanasnx]

Baby daddy! Anakin has a thing for stretch marks that you got due to pregnancy. He's a JERK who feels proud of having "permanently changed/marked your body".

he had a sick sense of pride when your tits grew too. like you’ve got that sag to em and that stretch. how your nips have been permanently altered to a downturn. he loves them, he loves your tits, those things fed his and your child. and fed him a bit too at some point—

but it also reminds him that he’s had that effect on you. like.. he can’t get over that. it gets him so intoxicated. the level of devotion you must’ve had to carry his child. is that not the pinnacle of dedication? he twists it to fit his delusions. you changed your body for him. it’s different than before, and you did it willingly. you can’t look at yourself and not think of him

[estro-gem]

Group Chaos: Mirage (Part 5)

Author's note: If your characters are toxic, clap your hands (smack, smack) If your characters are toxic, clap your hands (smack, smack) If your characters are toxic, choosing Munchausen by proxy; If your characters are toxic, clap your hands (smack, smack)

Welcome to the final chapter of Arc 1 in the TADC Oasis AU. Thank you, everyone, for your support throughout the years and for enjoying the absolutely messed up story I desperately try to convey in coherent English.

Julle verstaan nie... dis by tye 'n nagmerrie on hierdie ding op skrif te kry en ietwat verstaanbaar te maak; of ten minste die gebeurtenisse te laat vloei. Ai wel... Dit staan nou maar so.

Anyway, there will be a nice little note for you to read at the end if you want, but for now, please enjoy!

Warnings (IMPORTANT): Mature themes Violence/Assault Sadism Manic/psychotic episodes Sensory depravation Suicidal thoughts/intentions Self harm Abusive/toxic relationships

SUMMARY:

Pomni seem to feel like she found her safespace; A fortress with no means of escape. She should be happy now.

Right...?

MIRAGE: PART 5

There was no time to think, until there suddenly was.

It felt like Pomni was frozen in time and all of what her life had become was idly drifting by her and moving on, far beyond her grasp.

There was chaos, fear, anger, determination and a general lack of self preservation what felt like only moments ago, but now, there was absolutely nothing.

What made it worse?

That feeling… the feeling of the hollow emptiness – the feeling of being stagnant while your life, your sense of self and your reality was moving along without you? Pomni wasn’t even sure if it really was her own.

Being possessed by Gangle was overwhelming in the most underwhelming sense possible. One moment, the little jester was fired up to put a stop to a chaos of its own making; wrangling a wild chess-piece mustang that was about to charge at a psycho-manic Jackrabbit she didn’t even know how to feel about yet.

Then she got pulled down along with it, crashing beneath the checker tiles into a grieving chess King’s domain, where her mind was clouded and overtaken with rage and hurt… but mostly an overwhelming sense of panic. It didn’t seem like any of what she was feeling, were hers, but she couldn’t focus on that. Kinger’s thoughts bled into her own as she rode the knight to tail Jax, desperate and panicked about what would follow if they allowed their dolly to be mauled by him, while masked by Gangle.

How would they respawn? Would they even respawn at all?

The panic imploded to a quiet calm when she managed to catch a glimpse of the rabbit’s sharpened claws, carefully prying the frail, fine, grinning mask from Gangle’s layered complexion.

‘There was no reason to be the monster anymore.’

Pomni was sure that it was Kinger who thought that, not her.

The jester remembered hitting the tiles as the remnants of the wild mustang blew over them in the form of cyan dust that clouded up the surrounding area; and she finally felt free from Kinger’s explosive, jagged mind. The transition of suddenly being one with a stranger, followed by the surprisingly hollowed, empty feeling of them ripping themselves away from the jester was alien, but strangely unwanted.

For a brief moment, she didn’t feel alone anymore.

But he let go.

She was alone with her own thoughts once again – and the steed she rode to help the people she barely knew, crumbled away too suddenly.

She was falling.

With the sharp pain of tumbling over Jax, who at that point, had been shielding Ragatha from the blow of Kinger’s knight, she coughed out groans at the burns of skidding across the cold tiles.

The moment of solidarity came and went in a blink.

No, not a blink… a howl.

That was the last thing Pomni remembered taking in by her own tuition – Gangle’s manic, pain-struck howl – the cry of a beast that had nothing left to lose.

A sheet of darkness eclipsed the bright, colourful surroundings and the girl almost felt relief.

But nothing followed, only numbness.

Physically, the jester’s last coherent moment was the unmistakable sensation of abnormally strong ribbons scurrying and slithering all over her body while porcelain melted itself to the skin of her face. A moment of panic flashed in her mind when she felt her mouth seal shut, unable to allow air for her to breathe, but the world faded away.

Her thoughts faded away and she didn’t bother fighting. She caved and allowed herself to become compliant.

Pomni was just… so tired.

The jester wasn’t sure if Gangle liked that or not, but she couldn’t care less at that point.

All was numb, all was dark, but the presence of Gangle was undeniable. Pomni was blind and her head felt empty, but the masked ribbon was there.

Just… there.

Once again, the jester was trapped within the amalgamation of her own mind that was melded and mixed with someone else’s. It was like whiplash, Kinger’s loud, panic-ridden, explosive thoughts, to Gangle’s hushed, muddled state of sheer numbness.

Worst of all, she wasn’t sure if it was only Gangle’s numbness, because she felt it too.

The jester’s epiphany should have terrified her, but she couldn’t feel anything… and she didn’t have the strength to search for any trace of her own self. She and Gangle was for all intents and purposes; one.

One pathetic amalgamation of hopelessness, dread and misery.

At least, not a lonely state to be in.

In the current moment, the jester and the masked ribbon were idly dormant in the depths of Pomni’s mindspace. Pomni was blind and wrapped in Gangle’s coils. The tight, restrictive grasp of the ribbons, holding her suspended in the cool inky blackness, seemed to cling to her out of desperation, rather than dominance. When the pang of ironic sympathy struck Pomni upon the realization, Gangle shivered around her, tightening her hold by a fraction, making the little jester believe that their emotions were intertwined too.

Everything that each of them felt would find its way to the other.

Within the silent darkness, thoughts surprisingly did not come easy – only in small stringy strands; as spontaneous and random trails that withered with moments of passing.

Where were they now? Did it matter?

Were they alone? Did they not prefer that?

How long had it been? Will it ever end?

Would the others come looking for them? Did they really need to?

When the jester paused, she finally realized that every question was met with another, similar to her own and yet not hers at all. An icy shudder crawled down the jester’s spine as she discovered that Gangle’s thoughts were mixed with her own.

There was a moment of existentialism in which Pomni tried to decipher just how much was shared and how much was private.

What was hers and what was Gangle’s?

To no one’s surprise, she was met with no answer – just the sinking feeling deep in her gut that resembled annoyance, which, no doubt, belonged to the masked ribbon, causing Pomni to huff as well. It took a second for more annoyance to sprout, but Pomni could not tell if it was her that was annoyed by her lack of privacy and Gangle’s disregard for it; or Gangle’s own rising annoyance at Pomni’s inexperience with the odd situation.

 Oh, sure, no worries! It was no trouble at all to get used to having your consciousness fused with a completely different person! Yeah, no, totally an average Tuesday!

It was a faint sense of smugness that simmered beneath the surface of the aloof presence all around her that had the little jester fuming quietly. As the silence stretched, she found herself feeling… relieved to have something to be mad about.

Something to feel with purpose.

Like her first raw encounters with Zooble.

In a mere second, it was like the air had frozen solid and Pomni had a moment to remember that her thoughts weren’t all her own anymore. She cursed herself for feeling the mess of guilt and frustration about reminiscing Gangle’s partner so fondly when the ribbon had a front row seat to all she thought and felt.

Wasn’t this a violation of some kind? No, screw the homicidal ribbon; she was allowed to miss her friend.

Her friend…?

Hush!

Despite the jester’s abrupt cut-off, she couldn’t help but let out a breath as her chest warmed and her heart melted as the image of Zooble entered her mind’s eye, followed by the yearning longing and crushing guilt of running away when the Zolo-being called after her.

No, nevermind, that was all Gangle’s mind.

You hush now!

It was Pomni’s turn to be smug at Gangle’s fluster, which quickly got replaced by a sinking, longing sorrow as the heartbreaking scene of Zooble’s outstretched hands and glossy eyes flooded their minds; all while Kinger held them back from chasing after the ribbon that scurried away as she wielded the body of the newly possessed jester.

Pomni felt herself deflate at that, swallowing a lump back in her throat, unable to stop herself from feeling pity for the poor ribbonoid.

Damn it, Zooble would have a field day making fun of her for being such a softie.

They wouldn’t let her live it down for a while, for sure…

The air was lifted a little and the stray thought of Gangle made it hard for Pomni to suppress a chuckle.

Zooble would probably chew them out straight after for running off.

Probably, but it would be short lived.

Probably.

Silence…

It felt easier… there was a lingering warm tingle with every flash of brightly coloured shapes and funny limbs that managed to sneak its way into either of their minds. Pomni had to physically fight back a slither of awe at how adorable the ribbinoid’s involuntary reactions to thoughts of her partner were – and while the jester was met with a strike of flustered annoyance, there was no lingering resentment from Gangle.

It was going better…

There was still a while’s way to go.

But it was something, right?

Why even bother…?

Pomni couldn’t answer that; not even to herself.

Why did she even try? Up until now, since the first time she even interacted with Gangle, she had been shut down. Granted, her infatuation with the masked ribbon probably made her come on too strong, but she had not done or said anything since then to push any further. Gangle was the one to push her away before she could even approach to make amends. She never stood a chance to have any form of a relationship with the ribbon.

Why did she still try, despite everything?

Because… Right now, you are all I have to hold onto.

It hurt to admit, but it was the truth.

She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know how long it had been. There was no way out and no one else with her.

All she had, was the ribbons wrapped all around her and kept taut to restrain her – to blind her.

To keep her from falling into the unknown depths that she really didn’t want to fall prey to.

Pomni’s breath hitched as she felt the ribbons wrapped around her, dampen with tears she didn’t know she had. The long shiny tendrils rattled as she sobbed; and seemed to tighten around her by a fraction.

There was a swell in the saddened realization that Pomni felt, but she was sure it was no longer all her own emotions.

What came next, was what made the dam break.

You… need me...?

Yes. Yes, I need you.

It was quiet, but the air around the jester and the masked ribbon shifted to that of a heartbreaking epiphany, one with sorrow, longing, anger, loss and resolution.

Gangle clung to the jester, letting her ribbons slide and caress the suspended body, like she was taking in the jester for the first time.

Maybe she could convince herself that she didn’t need anyone, just like Kaufmo practically beat into her head… but that didn’t mean that no one needed her.

Somehow, it hurt to think of that for the first time.

It felt like relief, but it hurt just as much – a feeling she couldn’t wrap her head around.

But it didn’t feel… bad.

It took a while, but the air around the girls settled; and quiet sobs faded into an occasional hitched and shared breath as a cool porcelain forehead rested against the pale, soft skin of the jester’s, with the occasional shift causing Pomni’s ebony locks to tickle the ivory mask.

The ribbons blinding Pomni’s view, gradually gave way and allowed for her to gaze into the inky black pits that were Gangle’s eyes.

Moments felt like ages as time passed and the two calmed down – neither willing to let the other go. Events blurred together, but they ended up sitting back-to-back, leaning against each other, unwilling to break apart, but each needing time to themselves – well, as much as they could, considering that their consciousness were intertwined so intimately.

They kept one of each; hand and ribbon, securely wrapped together, unwilling to let go.

The silence stretched and it made the girls each run a digit over the other, to which the other would respond with a squeeze. Back and forth, this happened every once in a while, just to be sure that the other was still there. It was unspoken, but they understood. Pomni found herself not minding the touch of the sentient ribbons and porcelain mask, whereas any other’s touch would usually make her skin crawl. Of course, no longer alone with her own thoughts, a soft thrum of acknowledgement to that fact, did not go unnoticed from the little jester.

The quiet became normal, paired with the occasional caress or touch, but it made it much easier for thoughts to wander.

Pomni sighed, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, but deciding to break to silence, speaking up this time, using her words rather than shared thoughts.

“Are you ok?”

What a silly question. Gangle just spiraled out of sanity, maiming and torturing a friend, holding her hostage as her other friends fought tooth and nail to free her – all while the masked ribbon laughed and preened at how easily she managed to stir everything into a chaotic mess.

By the flick of a mere feature, and a storm was unleashed, all because of the ragdoll.

Because she was important. She was powerful. Gangle held the heart of the Oasis winding within her coils. Without her, they would be nothing. They needed Ragatha; that’s what he always used to say.

They couldn’t make it without her.

And now, finally, Gangle had someone who wouldn’t make it without her.

“Are you, ok?” Gangle’s soft, raw voice rung back, sounding much smaller and meeker than Pomni expected.

“I don’t know.” The jester answered truthfully, seeing no possible way of lying in this state, “I don’t think I ever was.”

“I don’t know anymore… I just know I used to feel better, I think.”

“Before I came, you mean?” Pomni asked, too tired to sound bitter.

“Before Kaufmo left.” The masked ribbon deliberately clarified, a hint of annoyance sparking up the air around her.

“Oh.” Pomni simply said, thinking that was the end of it, since Gangle seemed reluctant to share anyways.

To the jester’s surprise, however, it appeared that Pomni’s willingness to let the subject die, was all the ribbon needed to perceive it as an open mic.

“You’re pretty entitled to think that you have such a big influence on anything we do.” Gangle said numbly, as if she was talking about the weather, “You’re not one of us, you know? We were fine without you and I doubt that it would change very soon. So, don’t go breaking yourself into bits about ruining anything for us. You don’t matter enough to destroy anything we build up to be.”

Pomni furrowed her eyebrows after a moment of contemplation, taking in Gangle’s cold words, “…Is that supposed to insult me or comfort me?”

“However the shoe fits.” You’re amusing.

“Unbelievable…” I’m worthless.

“Listen to me.” Gangle said, brushing and sliding her ribbons along the little jester’s body, as if she was trying to soothe the girl, but only making her shiver with a small slither of unease hanging in the air, “I’m not calling you worthless. I’m saying that we didn’t find use in your worth yet. You’re not one of us yet, because we don’t know how you’re worth will play into ours. It’s not personal, but you could make us or break us.”

The jester paused, mulling it over. Gangle could feel the very space around them twist and contort with how loud Pomni was trying to think, offering awkwardly, “Do you want me to explain it again, or-?”

“I got it, I got it, geez.” Pomni’s annoyance was palpable, but her thumb brushed over the scarlet ribbons so gently, Gangle couldn’t help but squeeze back as the clown-girl explained herself, “I just don’t know how to feel about it, I think?”

“Oh, that’s what that was.” Gangle seemed to shrug dismissively, but it felt weird since Pomni was once again partially wrapped in the ribbon’s coils. She hated how comforting it was, all while essentially being told that she wasn’t useful to have around.

It must count as some kind of abuse, right?

Maybe, but things felt easier to face with someone holding onto her so desperately. That fact alone made Pomni see through Gangle’s deception she still managed, despite the girls sharing a mind.

“You are a two-faced liar.” The jester mumbled, squeezing the ribbon wrapped around her hand.

“Thanks, I haven’t noticed.” chimed Gangle dryly, looking over her shoulder to Pomni, making the brightly dressed girl bark a laugh.

“Ok, that one was unintentional, I swear.”

“Sure it was.”

“Oh, come on!” Pomni sighed, still smiling, leaning into Gangle’s cradling embrace, “It doesn’t matter how we look at it. I said it before and I’ll say it again; I need you. You’re all I have… and based on how we’re clinging to each other like scared kids, I believe it’s safe to say that you at least need someone else to hear you out at this moment, right?”

“You don’t get it.” Gangle says, mask now fully turned to Pomni, “I shouldn’t. I just shouldn’t. My role in this system… I should be able to stand on my own. Yes, Jax keeps me grounded, but that is as far as it goes.”

Pomni doesn’t understand what the sentient ribbon meant, speaking of her and Jax and “the system” along with the apparent role she played in it, but it was something. She’d listen like her life depended on it.

It may as well have.

“I’m supposed to oversee… everything and everyone…” Gangle continued as her reeling mind was whirring all around them, flashes of memories of everyone, including others that Pomni had only seen on the abandoned room’s doors, “I study them, I read them, and I connect with them. I sync up to them and I record it. All of it. Notes, pictures, codes – anything. A separate venture that’s still so intertwined that the group can’t go without it. I see… everything. ‘You’re not supposed to depend on anyone to just use your eyes’ he used to say. When push comes to shove, I’m supposed to hold my own.”

Pomni let the moment breathe, before quietly prying, “Who told you all that?”

Nothing was said, but Pomni saw it.

A flash – a memory – of the white complexion with clown features, wearing mostly bright yellow.

The face of Kaufmo.

“He is our leader.” Gangle quickly barked as if defending herself, “Every group needs a leader, and he was the reason we made it this far. This is the group that had survived the longest. He’s a good leader.”

“Gangle…” Pomni gently said, voice quiet and concerned, “You keep saying he IS.”

Gangle grew quiet, grumbling something about forced habits, “You know what I meant.”

“No. I don’t… And I don’t think you do either.”

 “Of course I do!” Gangle hissed, despite her ribbon’s gentle caress over Pomni’s knuckles, letting the jester return the sentiment with an affectionate squeeze. “He’s… He’s gone.”

Oh god, he’s gone… he’s really gone…

He is. I’m so sorry.

“It feels so unreal” the ribbon finally admitted quietly, “He always spoke like he and I would be the last ones standing.”

“Did it disappoint you when he gave up?” Pomni’s question was soft and careful.

“I don’t know…” a heavy sigh escaped Gangle, “If it was either of us to go next, I always figured that I would be the first to lose it. I NEVER thought it would be him… A part of me is jealous of how easily he turned his back on us. All the preaching of ‘sticking through it together’ and ‘being there for one another, regardless of what we feel inside…’ Well, he made it feel like it meant nothing to him to begin with. He left us in this sinking ship with no regard for anyone but himself.

“What I’m getting at… is I feel guilty. And I feel jealous. I wish I could just let loose and let go like he did. He just GAVE UP. And I’m left to clean up the mess! I’m angry… he left me!”

Pomni remained silent, letting Gangle speak, letting her gloved thumb caress the ribbon wrapped around her hand in silent support.

I’m listening. I’m right here. I won’t leave.

“Do you know what makes it ALL even better?” the ribbonoid’s voice mumbled a sarcastic whisper, “Sometimes… Sometimes I’m glad he’s gone.”

A beat of silence follows and Pomni felt the weight of Gangle’s words finally sink in as the masked ribbon admitted numbly, “Maybe that just proves that I deserved it.”

Abstraction.

“No.” Came Pomni’s voice, quiet, but certain. “No one deserved this. No one deserved ANY of this.”

“You make it sound so simple… what if we were punished to be here for something we did in the real world?”

“That doesn’t matter now.” Pomni said decisively, “We are all in the same boat. We are all one bad day away from losing our minds. Whether we want to admit it or not, we all need each other.”

Gangle’s silence stretched for a minute.

“I want to need you, Pomni…” the ribbon let her limbs and body wrap around the jester in a twisted, organized mess, “I want you to need me.”

“I already told you; I need you.” The clown-girl whispered, barely recognizing her own voice as the euphoria of another’s desire for her to just be there, sweetly sunk its talons into Pomni’s mind.

These feelings are dangerous. Is it more of a risk than to be alone?

Neither of them knew. All they knew was that they became increasingly desperate to cling to each other. The hold of the ribbons was gentle, but desperate; and Pomni couldn’t bring herself to mind. Her fingers trailed along the scarlet tendrils, enchanted by the strange beauty of them.

Why couldn’t she let this infatuation rest? Why was Gangle the common factor that always seemed to hold her mind hostage?

“Nothing else matters right now.” Gangle said with a strange, misplaced reverence, “You are mine… and I won’t let anything take you from me. Please, let me have you; and I promise I will never let you go again.”

Oh god, this should be wrong. This should be very, very wrong.

But Pomni’s desire to have Gangle’s unyielding devotion was intoxicating. It was all she yearned for since she had gotten trapped in The Amazing Digital Circus.

She should say no. She should stand on her own two feet.

But god… the loneliness dragged her down. She was tired of fighting alone. Heaven knows how long it had been with no one else coming for either of them.

If she said yes, they would at least have each other, right?

A promise – a deal; One or none. One or none.

And so, it was decided with all their previous morals disregarded and the desperation for companionship as their sole motivator in their tangled mess of limbs and ribbons.

Not even death would do them part.

Part 4: (Previous) Oasis: TADC AU list Masterlist

End note:

Finally... this arc is finish. I mean, it only took me LITERAL YEARS to complete. But the first arc of this story is done. Despite many things I look back on and cringe at - be it the grammatical errors I missed or the plot holes and inconsistencies that haunt my dreams; I did it. And I'm so proud that I stuck to it.

This story is not over. As usual, I can't promise a regular updating schedule and I can't promise it will all be good. But what I can promise is that I want to finish this story and the Arcs to come.

May you have a lovely day and live life to the fullest.

Tot wedersiens, my edelstene.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

https://youtu.be/0nugWOaC8lU?si=L9gDvlcLg_F121gx

I came across a post with music that you associate with something or someone, and I also had some associations when listening to some of it. Or to be more precise, when I listen to this, I imagine how complicated the relationship between Color and Killer/Delta is.

Do you think that their relationship is like that, or are there other views on this? (and I will add that I like both ships, and sometimes I even consider the possibility that this could even be a triple)

Oh thats a kinda cute song, even if a little repetitive at points. Does anyone happen to have any more song recommendations? 👀

And yeah I do think the dynamics between Color, Killer, and Delta could potentially be rather complicated; regardless of romance or not. In fact it works just as well with friendship.

Color’s Delta’s first and closest friend, and Color’s Killer’s first real, genuine friend.

I’d imagine that a lot of the issues is mostly because of Killer. As said before, its not like he has much grasp on healthy or equal relationships of any kind; and with every other “friendship” he’s had most recently—Chara, possibly Nightmare—they were always possessive over him.

Wouldn’t be surprised at all if Killer is a little possessive and territorial over Color, too. Whereas Stage 1 may experience things like emotional jealousy, insecurity, feeling undeserving of it—fears of being abandoned.

Stage 2 would possibly view it more as losing a very valuable resource, someone he not only views as very important to his stability and happiness and happy ending, but someone he’s actually grown to want around.

As said I mentioned before, Color is one of his “red lines.” Someone who knows a lot about him, someone he’s trusted with a lot about himself, eventually. And even if he’s growing to trust Color, that doesn’t mean he trusts Delta.

He notices how close Delta and Color are, and he thinks of all the ways that can be used to hurt Color, which in turn, hurts him. If Stage 2 is ever jealous or afraid of being left behind, or that Color likes Delta more or would choose Delta, I doubt he’d ever willingly acknowledge that. Let alone say it.

Killer wants control. He sees so many things he can’t control about Delta and his relationship with Color, they’re so obviously close, and he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t feel safe.

If Color is the hope that brought light into his world, then I’m sure the concept of sharing that with someone he doesn’t know—someone who has made it obvious that he doesn’t like Killer and would prefer if Color wasn’t around him—feels less like sharing, and more like Delta is trying to take from him. Like Delta is tryna hurt him specifically, or control him, or punish him—by taking or stealing who makes him happy.

Killer doesn’t often think he deserves to be happy, and for awhile im sure he thought it wasnt possible. But now that he knows it is possible, he still doesn’t think he deserves it, and he doesn’t think anyone else besides Color would probably think he does. He doesn’t really offer people much trust, does he.

Delta already doesn’t like him, and he’s close with Color. But he doesn’t need Delta to like him, he just needs Color to like him (to like him so much he stays), and he needs Delta to know how much Color likes him.

But you know, instead of voicing all these concerns and needs like a well adjusted person, he will instead gaslight, torment, fuck with, and manipulate. (Someone once said Killer is like a cat because he plays with his prey. Which is basically what he’s doing here lmao.)

He will create little scenarios that make Delta feel unsure and frustrated, he will do and say things to subtly make Delta feel left out and insecure—and he will do it all so casually that Delta starts wondering if he’s actually the one causing the problem here.

He likes having control over this. He likes that he can do or say something to have Color’s attention and focus on him, he likes that Color is so kind, sweet, attentive, despite still knowing not to trust him completely when he’s like this.

He likes that Color is smart like that. He likes laying down these little games and tests of loyalty and seeing how much Color cares about him. He probably likes pushing boundaries and buttons just see not only how much Color will tolerate from him, but exactly how much he cares despite it all.

But Color also cares for his friends, and he also understands Killer, and so he will eventually realize what’s happening—and he will realize that there’s more reasons going on for this behavior than only territorial and control reasons. And he will seek to try and talk to Killer about it—and lay down some firm boundaries with Killer.

Ultimately I think things will ease up a little when Color gets Killer to understand what’s going on, what he needs from Color, and gather the courage to learn how to ask for it.

It’s not like Color’s going to have any issues with showering Killer with any validation, reassurance, praise or comforts he needs but feels either too weak and vulnerable (Stage 2) or ashamed and guilty (Stage 1) to ask for—let alone the hard work of teaching killer that he can ask for something and expect to have it given to him happily with no other strings attached for no other reasons than Color loves and cares about him. Because its not something to be ashamed of needing, and it doesn’t make one weak to need.

[amostnobleyandere]

Persephone, Swept Away Into the Deep

Yandere! Wriothesley x GN! Reader

Summary: You’re a florist who catches the eye of the Duke, ruler of the underworld in Fontaine—and as the object of his affection, there’s nothing you can do to avoid your fate.

Warning(s): yandere, toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mention of blood, violence (Wriothesley beats someone up), stalking, obsessive behavior, unjust execution of the law, possessive behavior, corrupt official Wriothesley (?), drugging (needle injection), kidnapping, captivity, implied stalking, non-consensual touching, forced romantic relationship

A/N: I’m not sure if I did a good job at translating the themes ✨ of the hades and Persephone myth (however slight they may be in this particular fanfic) but I tried ;)

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Every happy customer that came out of your shop would inevitably spread your business through tongue—that’s just the way things worked in Fontaine.

Of course, you weren’t complaining. You were running a thriving business and their lively conversations often brought you joy and pride. The little gardener on off of main street, the florist who sells the most beautiful bouquets you’ve ever seen, the flower shop tucked away like a hidden gem, they’d say, fondness in their tone and the echo of good memories in their minds.

You were proud of the lifestyle you had made for yourself and the reputation you had garnered. Your natural green thumb had made your shop quite popular among commoners and socialites alike, as anyone of any class could stroll inside to find something for a person precious to them; whether it was a child, a spouse, a friend, or an infatuation, you had helped mold their stories, crafting and shifting them around petals and bows.

Though some days, you let yourself dream. Of petals and bows, not meant for someone else, but meant for you. Though your business had seen many love stories, its owner had yet to find a love of their own.

On your worst days, you scoffed and thought to yourself about how ironic your life was.

But…some days, your aching romantic heart would have you sighing wistfully as you watched customer after customer buy carefully cultivated blooms to gift to their beloved. They would leave gleefully, only for you to remain in your shop, watching them walk out with a piece of you. A piece that you wanted to give to your own special someone.

Always watching, never experiencing.

And then suddenly, everything you had built was being torn down by the one thing you desired the most.

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On a day that was insultingly ordinary considering the damning events that followed it, you were sitting in your shop, furiously pruning flowers and cutting stems and leaves. You were a little behind in work, so you had kept your shop open later than you usually would.

A festival was going to be thrown at the center of the city, and that meant you were busier than ever. Business was slow at the time, but it always picked up during events, as it was common for people to take advantage of the merry mood and ask out the apple of their eye, or propose, or buy a bouquet just to enjoy life.

And your bouquets were certainly beautiful, as you had heard from the many couples that walked into your shop, fawning over the arrangements and each other. You were sure you would see many lovers come into your shop once the joyous celebrations began.

You sighed, feeling the solitude of the your profession begin to seem depressing. It made you happy knowing your creations would be appreciated, yet, you knew the festival would end up torturing your heart with the same stale loneliness you often felt.

Friends had invited you to come with them to enjoy the festival together, so you weren’t all alone. Ultimately, you had declined.

Business would be booming.

…Plus, it wouldn’t be as special if you couldn’t go with someone special. It would only hurt to go out into the bustling streets and to see all those people holding hands, touching arms, carrying your bouquets, while your side was cold and your hands were empty…

You snipped at a rainbow rose a little too hard, hissing as the tip of the shears nicked your finger. You watched in mild panic and exasperation as the blood began to fill the small cut, feeling a sting form in your finger. Reaching for the medical kit you kept close by, you swiftly treated and bandaged yourself, watching the gauze go from white to a bright red.

Shaking your head, you waved away the pain and your nasty thoughts. You were sure your friends would be fine without you and, more than anything, you needed to be here to sell your flowers. It would be a waste to throw out your beautiful blooms because you let them wither, and soon customers would be grabbing for them…and who knows? Maybe you might meet someone.

Maybe you would even find someone to enjoy the festival with….

You heard the telltale ding of a bell and looked up, peaking out from behind the wall of floral remains you had constructed around yourself.

A man walked into the shop, and the first thing you noticed is that he was handsome. And big. Like, slightly intimidating big. A large, built stature, with broad shoulders and heavy boots on long legs. You pinched yourself, feeling your cheeks slightly heat up. Who were you to get flustered? And by a stranger? Pull it together.

“Hello!” You greeted cheerily, thankfully turning on your usual customer service voice without problem. “How can I help you today?”

“You’re still open?” The man asked, a note of surprise in his voice. The question sounded weirdly familiar for it to be spoken by a stranger, but you chose to ignore it. Plenty of people knew your hours, it wouldn’t be odd for one of them to send a new customer over.

You paused, taking him in. The stranger was tall, dark, and brooding, a person that looked strangely out of place in your little safe haven that was crammed to the brim with mosaics of colorful flora.

However, his eyes were the clearest color you had ever seen. They were like steel in their cool quickness, taking seconds to size you up. You unconsciously shrunk under the pressure of his gaze. Still, you smiled up at him.

“Yes, sir. We’re still open. What can I get for you?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, I’m not exactly sure. I came here because of a recommendation; they say you’re the best in town, with the freshest flowers. I’m guessing you outsource from the country?”

“No, sir. I grow them myself.” You said, still smiling sweetly.

A flash of recognition behind those steel eyes. “Ah. You’re the owner then?”

“Yes, sir.”

He hummed, looking away in thought. “I’d like an all blue bouquet—something with an air of delicacy to it. Nothing too fancy, just something pretty and light.”

That sounded…really romantic. Delicate? Pretty? Those were words people used to describe bouquets with romantic intentions behind them. You had heard them time and time again, as you carefully put together arrangements and your customer fawned over the person it was for, tone sugary sweet. Those words never failed to clog up your chest with a bitter jealously.

A feeling of disappointment filled your chest and your heart sank. Of course, he was already going with someone. It seemed that everyone, except for you, had a date for the festival. Of course. That made sense. Anyone that good looking would most likely have a date—

You smiled, sweeping away the disappointment and putting back on a false merry face. You had just met this man, really. What was there to be sad about? You decided to fill the silence that was quickly making you want to curl up into a ball and hide.

“So you’ve got a date for the festival? I’m sure they’ll love it, since you seem to know what they’ll like. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Wriothesley. And, no. I haven’t got a date.”

Your brain short circuited.

“But you’re so good looking?” You blurted out, the thought in your head coming out of your mouth without warning.

Wriothesley looked momentarily stunned, and you wanted to scream. Of all the times to embarrass yourself in front of a cute guy, it had to be now—

“A-Ah!” You stuttered out. “I’m sorry! Sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain! I just said what I was thinking, I hope you’re not insulted by it…or uncomfortable….not that I meant to insult you—“

He laughed, the sound startling you. When he looked at you again, he seemed less guarded, his eyes shining with mirth as he gazed at you with interest. Oh, and that smile. Oh wow. That. Wow.

“You know, people are usually too afraid to say stuff like that to my face. Or really, they’re too afraid to say anything to my face. Guess I was just lucky to meet you today, huh?” He grinned and let his voice drop as he spoke. The glint in his eyes turned bright, like a dancing flame. He leaned into your space, letting one arm rest on the counter.

You felt the smooth words roll down your back and over your skin, excitement or fear (or maybe a mix of both) running up your spine and through the rest of your body.

You laughed, trying to play off his words as if they were meant to be friendly. (At least, you thought they were meant to be friendly.) Maybe the naturally deep tone of his voice and his intimidating aura made your brain misinterpret harmless words as…predatory.

You grinned. “Well, I don’t know about luck, but everyone deserves a compliment every once in a while, right?”

He leaned back, that dangerous glint disappearing into his eyes as if it was never there. He crossed his arms, looking smug.

“Right.”

Silence filled the air again, and your curiosity got the best of you quickly.

“Goodness, I’m sorry but who is this for then?”

He chuckled and you were immediately relieved that he wasn’t annoyed with you. People didn’t like it when others pried into their business. The thought of Wriothesley with his leather boots, pretty face, and icy eyes glaring at you with disdain nearly sent you into shock.

“It’s for…a co-worker, you could say.” He continued. “She does a lot for me and I thought it might be nice to get her a gift to show my appreciation. Everyone’s in a good mood with the festival coming around, so I might as well, you know?” He smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you, though. No romantic feelings involved.”

You nodded, a weird feeling of relief filling your chest after finding out that a man you didn’t know and that you probably would never see again did not have a date for the festival.

Maybe you were just glad to know that you wouldn’t be the only person going without a partner.

You began to gather sample flowers, spreading them out between you fingers and taking comfort in the familiar weight of them in your hands.

“Not disappointed at all.” I’m also single, you thought, but thankfully didn’t say out loud. “I guess I’ve just gotten so used to lovebirds walking into my shop, I was surprised you weren’t one of them.”

“Because of my face?” He asked, amusement seeping into his tone. You wanted to smack that smile right off of his smug, beautiful face. Of course, you wouldn’t, because that would be a crime to everyone else who had eyes. You couldn’t mess up that piece of art.

You nodded, your face burning. “Because of your face.” You confirmed.

“Well, I’m flattered.” He said.

You thrusted the sample flowers out in front of you, mortified that he was making your already embarrassing situation worse with teasing.

“Pick out the ones you like.” You said, your face practically on fire.

He did, without further comment at that, but a smirk pulled at his lips the entire time. He looked at you, with that grin molded onto his perfect lips, more than he did the flowers in your hands.

He refrained from torturing you with teasing remarks for the rest of the conversation, and when you told him it would be ready for pick up in a few hours, he gently placed a bag of mora on the counter.

Only when he was walking out the door did you realize how much mora he had given you.

Your eyes bulged as you peeked into the bag, nearly fainting at the amount. Who carries this much on them?! What if he had gotten robbed?! Well, he would probably never get robbed looking like…that, but still.

“Hey!! Wait—Sir!! You gave me way too much!”

He waved as he closed the door behind him, the bell ringing cheerily as he ignored you protests without even turning around.

You stood gaping behind the counter. You turned to the bag, determinedly picking out the correct amount and putting the rest away so that you could throw it at him when he came back. Not his face, though. Never his face.

A few hours later, he came back, his face neutral and undisturbed, like nothing in the world could move him to react.

He saw you, and his expression twitched and changed, looking just as smug as when he left.

You wordlessly pushed his bouquet, which you had worked extra hard on out of spite, not because you wanted him to like it or anything, towards him. Again, without saying anything, you pushed the bag of mora back towards him.

He quirked an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut, also determined to win the quiet challenge that you had started. He (rather cheekily) slid the bag back towards you, a smile fighting to pull onto his face.

You, more forcefully this time, slid the bag back towards him, face betraying no emotion.

Eyes sparking with amusement, he held out his hand.

Oh my Archons. You thought. What does that mean? He doesn’t want to….does he? You hesitatingly raised your hand in response, suspicious of the man in front of you. He gently slid his hand under yours, making your heart pound in your rib cage. His gloves covered most of his hand, but the skin that did touch you was startlingly cold. Your skin downright tingled where his touched yours.

Whether it was from the temperature or just him, you didn’t know.

He placed the bag of mora in your hands, a graceless plop and a cheerily jingle sounding through the quiet room.

Okay. You take it back. This mora was going directly at his face.

“This mora is going right at your face.”

“What?”

“What?” You parroted. Inside, you were crying. The first time you’ve ever threatened a customer and it’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

He chuckled, the sound low and deep and long and archons even his laugh sounded angelic.

“I could’ve sworn you just—“

“I didn’t.” You cut him off, panicking. You pushed the bouquet towards him, hiding behind it. “Enjoy your day. Thank you for your purchase. Have fun at the festival.”

“…Thanks.” He said, still amused, but following your lead and taking the flowers from your waiting hands. For a moment, maybe on purpose, his hands brushed yours, the touch sending a spark of electricity up and down your arms, making your heart beat faster….Must have been the cold from his skin, sending you into shock or something.

He left the shop (without the bag of mora) and you wistfully thought that you would never see that beautiful face again, kicking yourself for not asking him out. You were both single, right? Right??

Ultimately, you went home with the same familiar wistful feeling that soon turned to giddiness at having almost held hands with such a handsome man—his personality was odd but that could be overlooked.

Overall, it was a good day.

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Except he was there the next day.

And the next.

….And the next.

Everyday he would order a bouquet of a different color. Once he ran out of colors, he began grilling you on what kinds of flower combinations you liked best. You would tell him, practically shaking while trying to prevent yourself from imploding, and that’s what he would order. He spent an enormous amount of money at your shop as the ridiculous mora bag battles continued (you were going to throw it at his face, you really were. You just needed to muster up the courage).

He would take the flowers home, and you would be left with a burning face and a quivering heart.

Then one day he asked you if you would like to go out. With him. Together. And you said yes, tying a bow around his order with trembling hands as a strangling giddiness filled up your entire chest.

So, you went to the festival with him right after work.

For the first time in weeks you were closing the shop and stepping out into the fresh air during the middle of the day.

You had an amazing time.

You found out that Wriothesley was extremely funny, and that his dry, sarcastic wit could have you doubling over and laughing in seconds. You found out that he liked tea like, a lot. Like a concerning amount. You found out that the co-worker he gave the first of many bouquets to is a melusine and a nurse. You found out that he talked to the Chief Justice regularly and somehow knew a lot of important people.

You explained to Wriothesley that you actually did have a life outside of flowers. You told him about your friends, your hobbies, and whatever else you could think of in the moment, feeling comfortable with him after just a few hours together.

He bought you food, somehow correctly guessing your tastes at every stall you visited. When you protested and offered to buy him something in return, he merely shook his head with a smile and said you could buy him lunch another day.

You walked together through the streets under golden lights, eating delicious food and buying trinkets. At the end of the night, you tentatively inched your hand toward his, and he interlaced your fingers together, holding your warm palm against his cold one tightly.

You felt yourself grinning like an idiot, thinking that absolutely nothing could change the way you were feeling.

Everything was going great until you got back to your shop, laughing and chatting idly with the man beside you.

Your heart stopped as you realized that something was wrong, and your hand left Wriothesley’s for the first time that night as you ran towards the open door.

The entire place had been ransacked. The money in the cash register was gone. Your precious flowers—countless blooms that you had taken the time to grow and cut had either been stolen or trampled on. One window had been smashed in with a brick. You lifted up your foot, feeling the shattered glass break into smaller shards under the pressure—Archons, it was everywhere. Luckily, the small vault you keep most of your savings in was still closed but dented in multiple places and on its side.

You nearly collapsed on the floor right then and there. It was only Wriothesley, who caught you as you were falling to the ground, that kept you from completely breaking down. You were mourning. All of your flowers. All of your hard work, ripped from your hands, without so much as a warning.

You felt rage and misery burn in your chest, resulting in hot tears running down your face as you pathetically picked up the ruined flowers scattered across the shop floor. Next to you, shadow cast Wriothesley’s face in darkness, hiding his expression from view. You heard him assure you that he would take care of it, that he would fix all of this for you, as he told you not to worry in that perpetually assertive tone of his. Your muddled and distressed mind immediately clung onto it like a life line, desperate for something to ground you.

Wriothesley would take care of it, you told yourself. If not him, then who would help you?

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You found out soon after that the man who had robbed you was a rival store owner whose business had gone under ever since you had moved in. His storefront was situated on one of the more populated streets, streets that saw more foot traffic and that attracted customers of a higher class. Still, he had been losing to you, a small shop on some nowhere street, for months. In the end, arrogance and jealousy had driven him to attempt destroying your business.

Whether it be from fear and intimidation, or hopelessness from losing all the money you had made in the past couple months, he had hoped that you would chose to pack up and leave after he ruined the inside of your shop.

Fortunately, he was not a master criminal. A few shop owners on your street had seen his face and identified him to the guards. According to rumors you had heard from friends, he fought the guards during his arrest, shouting that he was not some lowly commoner to be pushed around. The guards and some mysteriously clothed people flooded around him, dragging him to the court house and sentencing him within the hour. He was allowed to go back to his shop, as his home was above it, but was put on house arrest for the time being and had guards stationed outside of every window to await further punishment.

It had happened so…quickly.

Wriothesley, during all of this, was very supportive.

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It all came crashing down on the last night of the festival, a week after you had been robbed.

You were in the process of walking home before you realized that you had left your keys in your bag.

…Which was at the shop.

…That you would have to go back to.

Groaning, you made yourself turn around and trek back towards the storefront so that you could actually get into your house.

As you walked down the main strip of stalls and shops, you realized with a bitter heart that you would have to pass the shop of the man who made your life hell to get there and back quickly. You were glad that he had been caught and sentenced swiftly, but you were still incredibly angry about the damage that had been done to your business. The mental and emotional wounds left from the shock of seeing everything you had worked for destroyed were still fresh.

You fastened your pace as the night lamps began to turn on, the sky quickly turning dark as they became your only source of light. You knew the city was mostly a safe place to live, but that didn’t mean crime never happened, and it would be just your luck for you to get robbed a second time.

Then there was shouting.

You slowed your pace as you heard a voice echo off the tall buildings, only amplifying the panicked screams.

Uh oh. Had you walked right into a crime scene?

You looked around you, noticing that there were no guards in sight. Hopefully they had noticed the trouble and were taking care of it.

You sighed. You really needed to get into your house, as you weren’t too keen on sleeping on a bench for the night. Cursing whatever being had brought this upon you, you continued forward, walking in the shadows and hoping to avoid whatever drama was happening near the home of the man who had robbed you.

You turned a corner, freezing as you took in the sight of a group of men huddled together, seemingly trying to apprehend someone—

Wait. Was that—

You recognized that figure—those boots—that coat…

What was your boyfriend doing here in the middle of the night?

Swiftly, you moved back out of the light, eyes trained on the man you could now clearly recognize. You watched as Wriothesley raised his fist, his knuckles connecting harshly with someone’s jaw. You startled at the harsh noise of skin splitting skin.

You felt yourself flinch as blood splattered across the pavement. For a moment, you were grateful for the imposing figures blocking your view of the violent scene.

The victim was splayed across the stone due to the force of the blow, thrown right into the circle of people that had formed around him, pathetically whimpering as he tried to pick himself up.

You watched as he was dragged away, looking genuinely terrified, screaming bloodcurdling words as he went mad with fear. His pleas fell on deaf ears as those around him stood still, Wriothesley silently watching as he was picked up and thrown into the back of a carriage. The door squealed as he yelled that he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to go to the Fortress of Meropide, please—doors slamming shut, cutting off his final sentence as the men and the carriage disappeared into the night.

Wriothesley stood under a street light, a short distance away from where you hid in the shadows. His body was tense, his back drawn tight as he gazed at the retreating carriage, with the man he had assaulted and doomed to a life in prison lying within.

You stumbled back, you feet scuffling against the pavement. The noise sounded like an explosion in the dead quiet of the street.

His entire body stilled. He turned around, almost in slow motion, his eyes widening in horror as your gazes met.

You spun on your heel and ran, heart pounding in your chest. Heavy footfalls followed you, leather hitting stone with threatening thumps that seemed to get closer to you with every passing second.

You got to your shop, flinging open the door and rushing to the back of the building, heading towards the closet where you kept all of your supplies. Hearing the bell above your door chime mockingly, signaling that Wriothesley was in your shop oh Archons, you slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside.

For some reason, you could have never imagined him being so violent. You were shocked and terrified, seeing your new boyfriend, who you had only ever thought of as safe, as anything but. Now you knew. He was dangerous. You were so stupid for trusting a complete stranger—

You heard him run towards your hiding place, calling out to you as the heavy foot falls slowed to a stop.

“Y/N.” He said, voice calm and level, betraying no emotion at all. It was like he was discussing the weather and hadn’t just chased you down the street.

Your breathe hitched in your throat. Somewhere, in your frayed mind, you hoped, prayed he would just go if you were quiet enough—

“I never meant for you to see that. I’m sorry. Let me explain.”

The doorknob began to turn. It stopped, hitting the lock.

You heard rustling and then a faint jangle as Wriothesley stepped away from the door.

You had left your keys in your bag.

The bag was on the counter, the keys were in your bag—

….He knew where you kept your keys?

You had never told him that.

The door knob began to turn. You grabbed onto the it with a white-knuckled grip, stopping it from the inside.

Your heart thrummed in your chest, beating rapidly as you desperately held onto the cool metal.

“Leave me alone!” Please was left unsaid. You shouted the words, terror making you shake and tremble.

Wriothesley fell silent. You heard him lean his weight against the door, his movements causing it to creak.

The doorknob stopped turning.

You prayed that he wouldn’t try to force it, or worse, break the door down. You didn’t know if it would hold, or if you could hold on, considering how strong he was.

You imagined his hulking figure standing outside, only a few mere inches of wood separating you, towering over you from your spot on the floor.

You were practically paralyzed with fear, and didn’t know what you would do if he actually managed to get in and get his hands on you—

“Damn it, I ruined it all, didn’t I?” Wriothesley murmured.

You jumped, not expecting the despairing admission amidst your racing thoughts that were trying to pinpoint where you had went wrong in life.

His usually playful voice was monotone, eerily flat for the self deprecating words he spoke.

You didn’t deign him with a response. You merely listened to the quiet that followed, feeling more scared than you would have been if he had been raging and banging on the door. There was something about the silence; something about it felt foreboding, like a threat was creeping up behind you and you couldn’t hear it no matter how hard you tried.

You heard him turn away a few minutes later, heavy footfalls walking towards the door, and finally the bell signaling his departure.

For a few minutes, you sat there and waited.

Eventually, you opened the closet just a sliver, looking out into the dim lighting with flickering eyes, checking every possible corner that he could be hiding in. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in here.

You slid out of the closet and almost immediately ducked behind the counter, still shaking from the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Shakily, you peeked out from behind the counter, checking for any sign of him outside. When you found the street to be devoid of him, you silently gasped in relief.

You ripped your keys out of the door with rushed hands.

You went home alone, without Wriothesley, who had taken it upon himself to personally walk you there almost every night of the week. A part of it felt strange to deviate from the routine, but you needed no reminder to know that the man you had trusted and spent time with all week was now a dangerous threat. You ran to the door of your home, opening it hurriedly and slamming it shut.

You tossed and turned as you slept that night, a doomed feeling settling in your churning stomach.

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The next day, you took measures to start rebuilding. Perhaps you were just frantic to get back to some sense of normalcy after having the rug ripped out from under you the other night—or maybe you were desperate to have something to keep your mind off of the buzzing anxiety that was constantly gnawing at the back of your mind.

The man who broke in had already been put on trial and sentenced to an undetermined amount of time in the Fortress of Meropide, and had also been forced to cough up more than enough mora to cover the damages.

This, oddly enough, had all been told to you by a third party, someone hired by the court to watch over legal proceedings.

Someone was pulling the strings behind the case, and you didn’t want to think about who it was, just in case the pieces started falling together. (Deep down, you already knew.)

When you had heard he was being sent to the Fortress, you felt something in your gut twist unpleasantly, a kind of stone-like anxiety that weighed and sunk a permanent pit in your stomach. People who went there didn’t usually come back, or if they did, they weren’t the same. They weren’t viewed the same, either. What would happen to him once he came back? If he came back?

You shivered as the memory of him being dragged away resurfaced.

You sighed as you swept up errant pieces of class, determined to discard of every shard before you allowed any more precious customers or flowers to come through the door. The window had already been replaced, as a very nervous man had knocked on your door a few days after the…incident with Wriothesley, and claimed that he had been sent to repair it. You hadn’t even talked to anyone about fixing the window. A sinking feeling appeared in your chest as you watched the jumpy man chip away at glass and wood, his movements tense and swift. When you went to close the shop, you checked if you had locked the door three separate times before rushing home, practically running through the stone streets, running from absolutely nothing at all.

There was no sign of Wriothesley during the months it took your shop to recover. You were glad that he had taken what you had said to him in your moment of fear seriously. Still, you feared that he would show up on some random day, at some random time, and catch you off guard. That you would be reminded of the violence that seemed to follow him like a shadow, leaving trails of devastation in his wake.

Everyday you went home glancing over your shoulder while walking briskly down the street, always making sure to make it home before dark.

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You unlocked the door to your home, hurriedly glancing behind you as you shoved the keys into the lock, pushing the door in quickly as it gave way. You closed and locked the door behind you, allowing yourself to relax minutely against the cool frame.

“Back so soon? I noticed you’ve been closing earlier nowadays. What’s that about?”

You froze, an ice cold fear creeping through your veins.

There, sitting in the dark of your unlit living room, was the man you had been simultaneously avoiding and thinking about constantly for months.

You could make out the silhouette of his hulking figure, leaning back into your favorite chair with his fingers laced together and knees spread apart, relaxed and causal. His eyes, which always held a mildly scrutinizing gaze, had turned razor sharp—they hadn’t moved from you since the moment you had stepped into the room. You were a pinned butterfly under that look, being dissected and picked apart by glacial, stormy irises.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice coming out a little more shakily than intended. You tried not to hyperventilate. You really tried, but you could already feel your chest tightening, like just being in his presence was suffocating—

He stood up. Rooted in place, you didn’t dare move. If you tried to run, you knew he would catch you.

He moved towards you slowly, like he knew just as well as you did that you couldn’t escape.

He stopped a foot away from you, his height easily trumping yours, his figure casting a large, beastly shadow in the dim lighting.

You tilted your head back to look him in the eye. Even now, those icy eyes were beautiful. You thought it was unfair. Now that you knew what he was, what he was capable of, you thought, his eyes should come as warning. They were the eyes of a predator. And yet, still cold and steely, clear like cryo vision that hung from his hip, which you had never even seen until now.

Still beautiful, reminding you of clear water and arctic oceans and quiet. It was so quiet.

Neither of you spoke. Neither of you dared to break the careful silence.

He reached up, curled fingers gently caressing your cheek, dragging down along the side of your neck, as if a simple touch with too much force behind it would shatter you.

His eyes flickered to the place where your shirt had lifted to expose your collarbone, coat hanging off your shoulders and pulling the fabric down.

He ran his fingers over the exposed skin, making you shiver as you felt rough, calloused pads run across you gingerly, lightly. A delicate touch from a hardened man. He looked back at you, his eyes soft. Intense. Adoring. He had moved closer in the last few seconds, you remarked. You only noticed because you had to crane your head up more to look at him. His chest touched yours. He leaned down, ghosting his lips over your forehead. His hand had moved. One had settled on your waist, holding and trapping you close to him.

You felt a prick in the side of your neck, vision going black as you collapsed into his arms.

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The next time you woke up, you weren’t in your house anymore. There was gauzy, heavy fabric hanging above you. You had been placed in a canopy bed in a room that was expensively furnished, and yet somehow untouched. You were in a bed, which was in a prison, at the bottom of the ocean.

Wriothesley walked in only an hour after you woke. You had a feeling he had been routinely checking to see if you were awake.

He looked down at you, his eyes painfully tender in a way that you regretted not noticing before. There was a fondness, a suffocating fondness, which told you that all those things he now whispered to you at night—how he wanted to protect you, how he had longed to have you for so long, how he had been watching you from afar with his heart in his hands, just waiting for the right moment to give it to you—

His eyes told you that they were all true.

Somehow, you couldn’t hate him.

Wriothesley had been living as a lonely prisoner in his own kingdom—his underwater kingdom that he ruled, because he thrived on the depths of the cold, dark ocean and its inhabitants that yielded to his power.

And yet the king of the underworld yearned for just a little bit of life. Life that you were familiar with—life that you thrived off of, and that thrived in return under your guidance. Life that you loved.

Life that had attracted you to him.

You didn’t know if anyone still talked about you on the surface; if they talked about your existence, or more so your disappearance, in hushed whispers with shifty eyes. No one talked about you down here—no one knew you existed, except for the head nurse and your husband.

You had been stolen away, under the ocean, that little shop off main street missing its owner forevermore.

You, who had always been surrounded by the life of the surface, had been transported to the underworld, a land of misery and lost souls, away from all life, surrounded and trapped by the love you once longed for—and mourning the life you once had.

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Reader: *lets go of Wriothesley’s hand bc they got robbed*

Wriothesley: oh this jerk is gonna pay *sends the guy who robbed you to the bottom of the sea*

he’s been waiting to hold that hand for so long )):< wtf dude

[vermillion-bloodmoon]

(TSAMS Continuity AU) The Aftermath Of Jigsaw's Game

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Solar: Well....shit.

Teek: What do you mean "well shit"??

Solar: Whoever that guy was that attacked you managed to break a spinal tube in Sun's back. It's something we all have, keeps our joints constantly oiled so we don't rust with how much we move.

Teek: B-But isn't that part really hard to come by in...well...you know....celestial models?

Solar: Hard, but not impossible. It would just take me a bit to find something that'd fit Sun properly...in the meantime, I can do a temporary patchwork fix.

Teek: Kami kai, Taurus is gonna be soooo pissed about this-

Sun: This...this is nothing compared to what Lunar did to Terry...

Solar: ....

Solar sighed and began working on the patchwork fix to Sun's spinal tube. He'd tried to forget about Lunar and the things they discovered he did to Terry. It wasn't exactly easy to get an answer since the little gator didn't want to tell them anything at first.

The first time that they'd all started to suspect anything was around Christmas. They were having a whole sleepover night there. Taurus, for whatever reason, deciding to come along. Well, Solar knew why Taurus came along. It was to learn more about Earth culture...and get closer to Sun in the process....

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Flashback to Christmas Eve

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Terry had been bundled up really well despite his protests, something about needing to retain his heat more because he was smaller than everyone. All on Sun's insistence, of course, but still! Terry sighed as he then sat down on the couch after getting off all those stupid layers.

Terry: Weeeh....did you have to go bundling me up that much?

Taurus: Sun...insisted. You are not as cold resistant as I am.

Terry: You're literally made of stars, of course you're super cold resistant.

Taurus: Correct. You...are rather intelligent for...hm....you are young yet I cannot tell if you have an exact age.

Terry: Myeeeh....oldest I am mentally is like...19 years-old....

Taurus: ...But you are still...immature...despite that.

Terry: Eeeeh I dunno, age is confusing.

Taurus: I suppose it is for you, small one.

Lunar: Heyyy Terry!

Terry: Oh hey, Lu....

Terry took a simulated breath in. Come on, he needed to relax! It wouldn't do him good to overthink things! Besides, Lunar seemed to be really changing now. They'd kept their hands to themself back when he forgave them and watched DBZ Abridged with him, surely he'd be fine.

Lunar: So....I did remember to get you a gift, it should be on the table over there.

Terry: I-I don't think we're gonna be doing presents yet, Lu. Sun's still making dinner.

Sun: And it's gonna be a good dinner! Akaki's helping me out here, go get yourself hot cocoa in the meantime.

Nico: Now that's something me and Monty made extra special...you didn't spike that stuff with too much caffeine, did you?

Monty: ...Nooooo....

Nico: Good! I added my homemade vanilla cream to it-

Solar had already slurped up around seven mugs of it, his body shaking from the high amounts of sugar and caffeine in it.

Nico: ....Are you okay?

Solar: I-I-I-I'm f-f-fine-ine!

Soliel: Solar, oh my glib glob, no. No more for you. You've had enough-

Solar: No give it back-!!

Soliel: You're not getting it back! You act like a hyperactive toddler on this stuff!

Solar: Nooo!?!?!

Soliel: Yes!!!

Solar: GIVE-!!!

Soliel: JACK, HELP-!!

Jack: Weh?

Soliel hands the mug to Jack.

Soliel: Don't drink it, just keep it away from Solar.

Jack: Is he a brother for you right now?

Soliel: A very much too hyper little brother for me right now!

Solar: Nuh uh!

Soliel: Fuck you mean, "nuh uh"?!

Soliel tackles Solar to the floor, Solar letting out a yelp before starting to maniacally cackle. Welp, looks like Solar and Soliel were in play mode right now, so they'd be busy for a bit. Jack then decided to hand the mug over to Terry.

Jack: I'm gonna join Dad and Soliel! :D

Jack then runs over and joins the fray, double-teaming Solar with Soliel. Terry awkwardly sits there with the mug in his hands as Taurus picks him up.

Taurus: I would rather...you stay with me, little one.

Terry: Y-Yeah, I can work with that.

Terry internally breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was less likely to be around Lunar now. Sure, he'd said he was okay with Lunar joining them at Christmas, but it was mostly because he felt Lunar at least deserved to see his family on Christmas. Besides, Lunar was going to be leaving after dinner and presents, he wouldn't be staying the night, so things would be okay...

It was about half an hour later when dinner was ready. Taurus set Terry down in a chair before sitting to his right. Lunar slipped into the chair on Terry's left. Terry tensed in his seat, but said nothing. Everything was fine, things would be fine, Lunar was still keeping his hands to himself. Lunar was changing for the better...

Sun made sure everyone got their portions, including Taurus. Though Taurus' plate included some...odd things like small pieces of metal. Nothing too noticeable to the naked eye though.

Solar and Jack were both pretty energetic, which the family wasn't really used to seeing. Well, they weren't used to seeing it much from Solar anyway.

The Gator Twins were stealing from each other's plates, jabbing at each other for getting the other twin's preference in Christmas food on their plate.

As for Atlas, he was talking it up with Teek, who'd come out of their shell quite a bit over the past few months. Teek was still incredibly talented with their robotics and technological knowledge, but they seemed a lot more emotionally intelligent as well. Even Akaki, formerly known as Ruin, starting getting into the conversation.

Harley(BM1) and Elena were off on the other side with Quinn(BM2), chatting things up as well. Harley and Elena were already thinking of a possible third official date while Quinn was trying to keep Reaper from going wild with xeir food.

Everyone was having a good time....

Then Terry felt the hand crawling up his thigh. They froze up, moving one optic carefully down towards his thigh. Lunar's hand was suspiciously close to a certain area of his and he hated it. Terry felt shivers crawl up their spine.

Terry: I-I think I-I'm full for now....

Taurus: You...have not had....

Taurus own gaze followed where Terry was actually looking and saw Lunar's hand on the small gator's thigh. Taurus felt his ichor run cold at the sight. While he wouldn't outright call attention to that, lord knows what that would do to Terry mentally, he would help him get out of the situation.

Taurus: Perhaps...it is wise to let the food settle before you have dessert, little one.

Terry: Y-Yeah, I-I'll take care of my dishes. T-The food was really good, Sun.

Terry quickly got up out of his seat and took his dishes over to the kitchen sink to clean them. Lunar stayed quiet, keeping up an expression of all smiles before getting up from the table himself.

Lunar: I'm just....gonna take care of my dishes too. Gonna let my food settle too, ya know?

Before anyone could question him, he made his way over to the kitchen, spotting Terry still scrubbing at his dishes. Terry was absolutely not gonna let Sun or Soliel lecture him about how dirty they might be later.

Lunar: Heyyy Terry.

Terry: ....H-Hi again, Lu...

Lunar: You almost done, gotta take care of my dishes too, you know?

Terry: J-Just give me a minute. You know how Sun and Soliel are about things being clean.

Lunar: I know...

Lunar's gaze wandered towards Terry's tail before it flicked back up to Terry's face. Terry had finished cleaning off his dishes and put them in the dryer.

Terry: Okay, done. You can do your dishes n-

Terry nearly yelped as Lunar suddenly grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close, Lunar's head resting against his shoulder.

Lunar: I do miss you....

Terry: ....Lunar...I...n-no....

Lunar pulled back from Terry before giving him a kiss, Terry freezing up from the sudden action. Lunar then let go of Terry and started doing his dishes.

Lunar: Maybe....think things over before you say no like that.

Terry covered up the front of his snout, oily tears pricking at his eye sockets. Nonononono this wasn't real, Lunar didn't just do that! But he still felt the lingering, filthy feeling that came with it. What was he supposed to do?? Lunar was still proving that he was improving on his other fronts, Terry couldn't just go crumbling his efforts like that! The guilt and confusion weighed heavy on Terry's mind as he left the kitchen and went over to the fireplace, sitting down in front of it.

It seemed the family had managed to finish up dinner afterwards, Taurus going to sit by Terry's side by the fireplace.

Taurus: ....Little one....you...look shaken.

Terry: I-I...

Taurus: ....You do not have to speak of it now, but I, and I'm certain the others too, will want answers later.

Terry: ....L-Later...w-when Lunar i-isn't here...

Terry felt the guilt of soon crumbling Lunar's efforts tumbling down his back. There was no way he could hide this from them, especially seeing as Taurus, TAURUS, of all people, of all Astrals, was concerned about what had happened.

Once everyone was settled around the fireplace, Taurus keeping Terry close to his hip due to his suspicions towards Lunar.

Sun: Alright, time for some presents! We're just gonna do one because it's Christmas Eve, of course. But still....

Taurus: I...did bring a gift for you, Sun.

Atlas: jokingly But no one else?

Taurus: They will get here in due time. They will arrive by...tomorrow. Small things, but I did not forget any of you. Learning of this...tradition has been very...fulfilling.

Atlas: O-Oh...

Sun: ANYWAY! So...w-what did you get me, exactly?

Taurus: I...wasn't sure if you would like it...but...

Taurus took out a small black ring with Taurus' symbol on it, slipping it onto Sun's ring finger.

Taurus: It...functions as a communication device, nice jewelry...and it is imbued with some of my own star power. It will act as a shield should any dark star being come within you or anyone nearby you's range.

Solar: whispering He is so not subtle at all.

Soliel: whispering back while softly giggling Oh totally.

Taurus: Hm...?

Solar and Soliel: Nothing!

Terry and Jack: Weh?

Sun: H-Heh...geez, Taurus. You didn't have to go out on a limb for me.

Taurus: But...I wanted to.

Taurus cheeks glowed a golden color, though it was mostly covered up by his beard. Sun coughed before asking who wanted to give out their gift next. It kept going till it got to Lunar, who was the last one to hand out a present.

Lunar: So this an I.O.U.....basically I do you guys a favor at any given time. It can be anything within reason to my current abilities.

Lunar stared much longer at Terry than anyone else.

Lunar: And I do mean it. Anything. Within. Reason.

Terry shivered, looking away from Lunar and trying to ignore his lingering stares. Lunar then looked away and started conversing with the rest of the family as if nothing else was going on.

Maybe an hour later was when Lunar finally left back to his new apartment. Terry felt a sense of relief at it, flopping down on one of the futons upstairs. He was soon joined by Harley, Quinn, Elena, Reaper, Dazzle and Jack.

Terry: ...Mmrrr...

Elena: We noticed you looking kind of....

Harley: Uncomfortable around the small moon.

Quinn: Why would you say you were okay with Lunar coming around if he makes you uncomfortable, tiny gator?

Terry: Well...he deserves to see the family around Christmas time just as much as anybody, right?

Harley: Mmmgh.....doesn't make it any better, tiny gator.

Terry: I....

Dazzle: Don' make him all sad right now! He needs to be happy so he doesn't get nightmares!

Terry: Uh-

Jack: Yeah! >:D

Jack tackles Terry on the futon, rolling around before holding him above his head. Terry couldn't help but laugh once he realized what Jack was doing.

Terry: Pfffahahahahaha! Okay okay, I'm not sad anymore! Put me down, Jack!

Jack snickers and brings Terry down against his chest.

Jack: Okay! But you're staying with me tonight! >:3

Terry: Fine fine...

Terry rolled his eyes playfully and let Jack hug him like he was a plushie. Harley, Quinn, Elena, Dazzle, and Reaper all surrounded the two in their own sleep pile. A cute little sight for sure....

While everyone else had gotten situated, the remaining Gator siblings in their own sleep pile off to the side with most of the others choosing to bundle up near the fireplace, Taurus found himself unable to sleep. Not that he needed to sleep, but it was nice to do so when he had the chance.

And as it turned out, Taurus wasn't the only one struggling to sleep. Sun appeared frustrated as he went through the presents, nabbing up the one Lunar had gotten for Terry.

Taurus: ....So....you have your suspicions as well?

Sun: Taurus...Taurus. I haven't trusted Lunar for awhile now, and I don't trust him around Terry especially.

Sun went over to the front entrance and put on his winter jacket and boots.

Sun: I'm going to burn this thing outside.

Taurus: You do not even know what is under the wrapping though....

Sun: Call it a gut feeling....but I'll open it outside and if I'm right on what it is, I'm burning it till its nothing but ash.

Taurus hummed and nodded in understanding, deciding to join Sun outside. He grabbed his scarf and wrapped it around his neck. Taurus didn't really need much, but the scarf being on helped lessen Sun's worries.

As he walked behind Sun, his thoughts wandered to earlier at dinner. Just what was Lunar planning on doing when he set his hand on Terry's thigh like that? Did he think he was being more discreet? Taurus was pulled out of his thoughts by a disturbed scream coming from Sun. Sun had already started burning what the object was before Taurus could get a good look at it.

Taurus: So...you were correct?

Sun: Worse. Just...worse.

Taurus: I will....keep this in mind.

Sun and Taurus then sat in silence as the object continued to burn until it was nothing but ash. It was just as Sun had promised earlier, he would burn it to ash if he was right on what it was.....

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Present Time

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Solar: Okay, you should be good now. At least until I find the part proper.

Sun: Ho....thanks Solar.

Teek: Lemme help you up, Sun...I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner.

Teek grabbed Sun's hand, helping to pull him to his feet.

Sun: It's not your fault Teek. That maniac version of you was....well, they were stronger than I thought they'd be.

Teek: Strong enough to break an important part of your body. I-I'd say we're lucky their arm panel pinged them when it did. We might've been a lot worse off....

Teek bit down on their left hand's claws, anxiously thumping their tail in tandem with their claw biting. Sun grabbed Teek's left wrist and held it firmly in his own hand.

Sun: Teek....

Teek: I-I know...I shouldn't...I-I can't help it though. This whole thing has gotten me shaken up...

Sun: I understand it does, but biting on your claws isn't going to help anything right now. How about we go cook something together? It'd be good to teach you how since you almost burned down the kitchen last time.

Teek: H-Hey! C'mon, it wasn't that bad! And the result was...edible.

Sun: Teekie, it looked like a unicorn's butthole-

Teek: Shush! I'm getting better!

Teek huffed before going to the kitchen, Sun snorting to himself as he followed them. Solar watched them go before deciding to check on Soliel to see how they were holding up.

[callme-aprilroseisha04]

haven’t posted n a while so here’s a little comic wip 4u!

[undermattsun]

mm dead beat dad skate rat mattsun who spends more time at the skatepark than w his kids

[hanasnx]

random thought, but babydaddy anakin would feel SO insulted if reader got engaged/married to someone else first 💀

this was so fucking funny bcos you’re so right. he’d probably fuck you about it tbh. come to your place to pick a big fight so he gets you impassioned enough to fuck the shit out of you on the bed you and your fiancé have shared in the past

talk shit to you about how many times he’s asked for your hand, is there someone better for that role? point him in that direction he’ll show you why he’s superior. why you chose him to sire your child. here’s a hint, you were right the first time.