#orfeu do be running on the dark

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CW: Attempt at deconditioning; Dehumanization; It as a pronoun; Kidnapping; lots of angs; self hatred; Memory loss/ not recognizing self; death mention (worried but also a joke)

…He took a moment to wipe the tears off his face before entering home. He had to be strong now and offer support to Haru.

He was sobbing, hugging his knees on the living room floor. His fingers and mouth were all bloodied, which meant he had chewed his nails to the roots. An empty age laying in front of him, and a pile of discarded ones to the side.

He looked hopeful when Orfeu entered, but soon saw Blue wasn’t there, and the tears started to fall. Orfeu sat silently by his side and let him snuggle, holding back his own tears.

He had failed at protecting Blue. He had toured through all the places he could think Blue would go to, warned the pet center and the police, and driven for hours looking for him. And nothing.

…His chest hurt. He wanted to cry. He was a fucking failure, a monster who couldn’t even keep his stupid family safe. And Haru blamed himself. He had apologized so much, and cried and written that it was his fault. But really it wasn’t.

Orfeu should never have asked for Haru to help with Blue and now he felt like he had failed both of them. But he really wasn’t expecting a situation like this. He just hoped Haru could maybe help Blue get food when he wasn’t around, and maybe take care of him if he got hurt somehow. He didn’t expect Blue to actually leave. And now the poor thing cried and trembled, thinking that it was his fault the other was lost, and wouldn’t listen no matter how much Orfeu told him otherwise.

…And the house was surrounded by woodlands. Orfeu couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he had entered there instead of going through the road. What if Blue was lost in amidst the trees? There was no way he would survive a place like that. Blue could barely survive by himself on a well supplied house, he could very well choke on a beetle and die on the woods.

…He felt so tired. Darkness twisted and turn, the shadows far greater than they should be, wrapping around him and whispering a distant accusation.

He caressed Haru’s hair, as the boy sobbed. Tonight, after Haru had slept, he would venture on the woods himself, illuminated by the otherworldly lights and following the echoes of the aurora.

The next morning, he would go back into the city. He wouldn’t stop. It could be completely hopeless but he wouldn’t stop. Not until Blue was safe back home.

…After breakfast, Blue curled up back on the corner. It wrapped itself on the blanket, but it didn’t like it. It wasn’t Blue’s blanket. It wanted to go home, it wanted to go home. It missed Haru, missed Master.

“Hey, Hm, Blue…” The woman says, but Blue is already turning to the wall and pressing its forehead against it “…Would you… Maybe, watch a movie with me? Or maybe… would you like to see some photos?”

“B-b-lue w-w-ants to go home” it tried “W-w-where will y—y-youu take Blue? Blue wants to go home. Blue is good, Blue wants Master”

…She sighed, and Blue felt itself tremble. It realized Master Orfeu never sighed near them… Master Warren used to do that a lot when Blue was being annoying or troublesome and he didn’t want to deal with Blue… So was she annoyed too?

“I know darling… You’ll be here with me for a while, alright?”

“…A—aand afterwards?” It whimpered.

“We… We still don’t know”

“…It wants to go home”

“…I know” She said, trying to soften her voice “…But you can’t right now. I promise that you are safe, okay? You won’t get hurt here, and nothing will miss…”

“Blue wants home. Wants Master and H-haru” it says, hugging itself.

The woman thinks for a moment.

“…Haru was that other boy? That was it you that day outside the ice cream shop…?”

“Haru” Blue repeats, nuzzling at the wall, as if that could offer any comfort. It wanted to go home. Tears were starting to flow. It wanted to go back to screaming but its throat still hurt from the day before, its voice quiet and hoarse.

“Its… It’s okay dear.  You want to watch a movie, maybe? Or-“

“It wants to go home!” Blue darted. It’s voice failed by the end, and it started to frantically sob. The woman tried to approach, and it only cornered itself further against the wall, lifting the blanket as if that would work as a barrier “It, it wants Master p-p-please. It will, will be good. It is sorry for running… So, so, so sorry… It wants wants h-h-ome…”

…The woman takes a deep breath.

“I know darling… I know. But please, this is for your good. We want to help you”

“…It always for Blue’s good” it whispered more to itself and Bonnie than to the woman. Blue was hurt so it would learn to be good, to be better. It had already learned the lesson! It wouldn’t try to run again… And it, it wanted to be home.

…The woman picks up her phone. Blue notices it unlocks with digital. She swaps the screen until she gets to a photo and turns for Blue to see. It seems to be her and some guy. Blue shrugs and turns back to the wall again, and she gasps.

“…You… You didn’t recognize it?”

“Its y-you?” Blue whispered, not really interested.

“Yes, but the man, look” And she points at the photo again, zooming into the man’s face. Has blue eyes and brown hair… And the more it looks, the more familiar it gets, and the more it heads hurt, so it looks away“…Blue, that’s you. Look, this is a day we went ice skating… You ordered a hot chocolate that day, spilled half on your shirt…”

“B-b-blue doesn’t know what you are talking about” Blue hugs Bonnie. Looking at that photo gives it headaches “I-i-i-it is tired of, of this. P-please, just let Blue go home…”

“…I can’t darling, I really can’t” She sighs again “…Maybe take a rest now. I’m glad you ate something, at least. I’m sure your Master would be as well. You can rest, okay? I’ll be here, if you need anything”

…He tugs the blanket over its head, sobbing on the corner. All it needs is to go home.

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Second one for the ghost minisseries :)

CW: death of whumpee; sickfic; medical; implied euthanasia; abandonment;

He tried to ignore the ghost at first. Sometimes, they weren’t sure he could see them, just followed anyone trying to get noticed, so, if he pretended, they’d go away and he wouldn’t find himself stuck running errands for yet another dead person. This one, however, was very insistent, the poor little thing followed him from the second he stepped into that abandoned hospital.

It was a creepy fucking place, with nothing worth stealing as far as Orfeu could see. It made for some cool photos at least. Maybe he should start an urban explorer page, or something of the sorts, he supposed. The ghost appeared in every photo, but he knew only he would see it, and with time, it would fade away. A living image, of something not alive.

There were some other ghosts there too. Hospitals were haunted, they always were. Most of them were uninterested, some just staring as he explored. But the little one, the pet, followed him like a lost duckling from the second he stepped in.

“Please sir, Please…” The boy begged. He was wearing only an hospital gown, dirty socks, and a collar. He looked thin like a stick, and weak, face hollow with sunken eyes deep on his skull, abandoned and empty like the building around them was “...Please”

“Alright” he says, kicking some debris from the floor, unable to keep ignoring that little, broken sounding voice, pleading so desperately. He turned to the ghost, and his eyes lit up - he was seen! He was seen! 

“Sir! Sir you can see me!!!” the ghost grabs his arm. Grabs, on that little half-real way, and he feels a soft, soft touch on his skin. It would feel like he imagined it, if he couldn’t see the boy “Where- where is everyone? W-why did they leave me? Where are the, the kids, and the nurses… It’s been so long!”

He wondered in which state the ghost saw the hospital. Was that still a bright, pristine place it had been half a century ago, or he could see the state of decay, plants taking over, dust covering each little corner, graffiti on the walls, broken, shambles, debris, ruins.

“...They are gone. They have been for fifty years”

...The ghosts face went dark, as he nervously spun on his heels. 

“T-t-they did? It thought the kids didn’t like me anymore. They were ignoring me. But then they all just… stop coming” the ghost confessed  “I was supposed to keep them happy so… so they wouldn’t be so scared when they were sick! I would read them stories and play games with them or just stay close and comfort them!”

“Oh. You are a therapy pet” Orfeu whispers softly, absentmindedly. He keeps walking, and the ghost hops behind him through the halls. As they walk through empty hospital rooms, the ghost starts to tell him about his friends.

“This, this was Bethany’s room! She was so sick, but she got home, she did!” the pet giggles cheerfully, as if forgetting half a century of torment just by being given some attention “Oh, and, here, here was Mike. He came often for, for m-medicine. He was, was a bit f-frail but we liked to p-play together and read comics”

Orfeu smiles softly, as the ghost walks him by the  memories of good, old days. But eventually, they reached the last room. Empty and decayed as all others were, but seeming like a lounge for the workers. There, the pet… Stopped, feeling hollow and  lost.

“And… those were the kids” they say softly “All I can remember”

“What happened to you?” Orfeu asks, as the question weighs on the air.

“It… It got sick itself” the ghosts say, sighing and closing its etes  “It didn’t bring joy to the kids anymore, it just… cuddled in the corner, dying, quietly”

“...They didn’t help you?” Orfeu says, as the ghosts walks and sits on a dog bed, stained by time. He pets a blanket that rests on it, unable to interact with it anymore.

“They did. But… there was nothing they could do. They gave it painkillers, pets, and food. They kept saying it would get better, but it never did. And eventually… they decided not to prolong its suffering. They let it die peacefully” The pet whispered “It… it is buried in the backyard”

The pet pointed, and Orfeu walked to the window. Outside he could spot a small fenced space on the overgrown garden, with a tiny statue of a dog on top of it, flower beds still visible but now taken by weeds.

“I see. And… Why didn���t you.. move on?” He asks, as delicately as he can be.

“It’s… It was fine before. There were still people on the hospital, kids it could visit in their dreams, nurses and doctors and pets and lights and life… But now… Everyone left. It is all alone”

Orfeu sighs softly.

“You want to go with me to… Somewhere else? Somewhere with lots of pets, just like you?”

“What if… if they come back? And it’s not here to cheer them up?”

“They won’t come back. And you know it” Orfeu says buntly. What’s the point of lying anyway “But you don’t have to be alone. You need to move on, and maybe I can help you with that”

The pet nods, tears running down his cheek, tears made of many, many colors and shapes, unnatural and unreal.

“Really?” 

“Yeah. Just need to get something first…” he looks at the little dog statue. He pushes the window open, and looks for a way to climb down, as it seems too much trouble to walk back to the front door. Eventually he lands softly on the grass, and walks to the statue.

‘Our Beloved Oscar’, is written on the golden plate. Of course Oscar was never a dog… But these people seemed to have loved him as such, as much as they could. He unscrewed the statue, and carried it back to his forest, Oscar quietly walking behind him, clinging to his sleeves, scared of being lost and alone once again. 

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay soon”

He says. As okay as he could possibly be.

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Hey can Orfeu just like

Destroy Blue and/or Haru’s self confidence. Or just destroy them physically. I think that could be funny

(ALSO ONLY IF YOU WANT TO—)

cw: ableism; dubcon/noncon touching; pet whump; multiple whumpees; nudity; dehumanization;

It was a good night. Master Orfeu was in a good mood. He had invited him and Blue to watch a movie, even, and held Haru on his lap, a hand resting in between his legs, the other wrapped around his back. Blue was at their feet, cuddling Bonnie and leaning against Master’s leg for some comfort.

And it was going nice. They had even been allowed snacks! That didn’t happen so often, so they were thriving.

That is… until Haru made a stupid mistake. The cup of soda - it just, it just slipped. He wasn’t sure why, all he knew was it spilled all over Master.

...They felt silent for a second, staring at each other. Blue was the first to move, running away from his spot to hide under the kitchen’s table. Haru couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t the one that messed up this time.

“S-s-s-s-s-sir, s-s-sir, s-s-sor-sor…-”

“Shut up. You can’t even fucking speak, I don’t want to hear this garbage blaberry” He rages, grabbing Haru’s throat. He whimpered. Master didn’t even need to use a lot of pressure to make him choke, two fingers locking under his chin were enough, the nails cutting the tender flesh.

He was pushed down, and knew better than to try and get back up. He didn’t dare make a sound when he felt the rest of the bottle being dumped over his head, drenching his hair. But he did it when his clothes were plucked away from him, leaving him down to his underwear. He was used to it… But to being dragged outside.

He whimpered. The forest was dark, and scary, and full of bugs and shadows and crawly trees. He tried to beg, but no sound came out, and Orfeu wasn’t paying attention to his gestures.

He didn’t even bother restraining him, just throwing him outside on the side of the fence.

“Stay” he ordered.

And Haru did.

..

Orfeu went back inside, changing from his damp clothes and calling back for Blue once he calmed down. The dog obeyed, coming out of his hiding spot and landing his head on Orfeu’s hand. He gently cleaned away the tears.

“THere, there. That’s a good boy” he smiled, as the pet looked up at him “You didn’t do anything wrong. You can still watch the movie with me, yes?”

Blue trembled, and as if testing the waters, opened his arms. Orfeu hugged him back and carried him to the living room, letting the dog on the couch this time. They fell asleep cuddling. He didn’t bother checking on Haru again, he knew the pet wouldn’t dare run away again, anyway.

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▶️ Orfeu, punish Blue

doesn’t quite fit the command but but but but

Cw: Dehumanization; it as a pronoun; accidentally(?) triggering; mild self-harm;  exhaustion; mouth whump; mentioned biting; lots of swearing; some crumbs of Orfeu losing his shit :’)

 “It hates you, It hates you” Blue screams for the millionth time that day, pulling his own hair.

“I know” Orfeu says, sighing “But you still need to brush your teeth”

They stare at each other. Tired. So tired. He hopes things will get a little easier once his teeth are all good. Sometimes he wonders if it wouldn’t be better to just let Blue do whatever he wants but… Orfeu knows that if he gives up, it will become all too easy. Blue would just stop taking care of himself. He is already down to doing it once a day which is less than ideal. But he doesn’t have energy to fight Blue on this every time they have a meal.

“Come on Blue. It won’t hurt. You know it won’t, didn’t you say that last time? Your teeth are good now”

“It doesn’t want to” it screams, shaking its head “w-w-hy d-don’t you just, just leave Blue alone?”

“I will, after you brush your teeth” Orfeu sighs again, tapping fingers on the wood “…They’ll go bad again if you don’t take care of them”

…Blue whimpers. It’s okay. It’s just a bad day, Orfeu tries to remind himself. Blue has been doing progress, is more cooperative too. Today is just one particularly bad day… Where he just. Won’t. Listen.

“…I hate you” Blue whimpers again, sobbing “…you are a monster”

…A monster. Orfeu cringes, biting the inside of his mouth. He tastes blood. He is… A fucking monster, a demon, a freak.

“…What did you just said” he spits, against his better judgment.

“...You are a monster. You are evil, and I hate you, I hate you” Blue whimpers, hiding his face on Bonnie. He doesn’t seem to notice the way Orfeu’s face contort from this, his breathing getting raspier.

“I’m not evil” he hisses, showing his fangs.

 “You are, you are a demo-“ Blue shouts, finally lifting its head from Bonnie. It doesn’t finish, just clasps its hands over his mouth. Now it did it. Now it finally fucking did it and Master is angry. Master is so, so angry.

Master’s fangs are on show, his hands closed on fists. That tired, but ever so patience expression is gone. Master looks like an animal, just ready to attack.

“S-s-sorry-“ Blue can barely manage. But it’s no use.

“…Go to your room” Master says, his long nails carved on his own skin, crimson drops of blood. His voice is cold, barely controlled. Is eyes twitch ever so slightly…

“M-m—master… it’s… it’s sorry… It… it didn’t mean to-“

“Go. To. Your. Room” Master shouts, every word accentuated. Blue realizes that so far… Master has never given him an order. But this, this is one. It wants to apologize again but… “I don’t want you near me. I don’t want to even look at you right now. Go. Fucking stay there, stay the fuck away from me. Don’t you dare leaving until I tell you”

…Blue slowly steps back, Master’s eyes following its every move, sharp fangs on show, like an apex predator watching its prey. Blue has the feeling that the second he tried to run, Master will jump over it and sunk those teeth on its neck.

But that doesn’t happen. It  leaves, running to hide under the bed.

 …Orfeu watches as Blue scrambles away, desperate, pale and trembling like a leaf. And once he is out of sight… He lets his head tumble down and sobs.

He stares at his wounded palms, tasting blood from the inside of his cheeks…

Shit. He lost control there, just for a second and yet… The way Blue ran away… The sheer terror in his eyes… Looking at Orfeu like he was a fucking beast, no matter how much he has just… Just been trying to help, since the first day he got Blue.

Maybe they were right from the start. He is evil, after all. Maybe he should never have escaped that dark cell, all those years ago.

…More tears fall over his palm. No. This is fucking bullshit. Those people were fucking liars. Blue didn’t know about his past. Blue doesn’t even mean half of the shit he said. And today is just a bad day, a bad day that will go away eventually. Things will get better. Somehow, they will.

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SUMMER OF WHUMP - DAY 9 - BUGS

This one is just fluff :)

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tag: @whumpropaganda, @whumpzone, @lave-whump, @freefallingup13, @fanmanga1357-blog, @lightdrinker, @as-a-matter-of-whump, @tears-and-lilies, @temporary-whump-sideblog, @pinkraindropsfell

CW: bugs; pet whump; 

They had been planning this for a while. Master had a very strict ‘no animals’ policy in their home, and no amount of begging or crying had convinced him to change his mind. But Master wasn’t cruel, had never been cruel. Had never hurt them. So… This time, they decided to disobey. Or at least, explore a loophole! After all… Bugs weren’t really ‘animals’ were they? And he hadn’t found out about ‘Orfeu’ the Rolly-Pollie. The poor thing started to get lonely. Neither of them wanted it to be lonely, both of them aware of how much that hurt.

So, they started their little plan. Of course they still needed Master to get the things for them. A good thing about it is that Master usually didn’t question their choices. So, next time they went shopping, when Blue asked for two Tupperware and he asked for flower-shop dirty and pebbles, Master didn’t question. He silently judged them, Haru could see, but didn’t question it and got it for them anyway, only concerned if they didn’t want ‘anything else’. They didn’t want to abuse his kindness, so that was it.

Later, they returned home and went to hide together in their bedroom, putting in action their mischievous little plan. They made holes on the lid, laid the dirt nicely on the inside, and placed some of the pebbles to decorate and form little caves and hiding spots for their babies.

Then, all that was left to do was the hunting time!

Master trusted them more often on the trail these days, knowing that they wouldn’t run away, and that they both knew better than to leave the marked path – and get lost in deep, dark woods. They knew it by heart now: From the waterfall at the end, the little streams on the way, the bridge and the rocks. The big rocks and fallen trunk were the best place for their endeavors. They’d lift them up and underneath, there was a whole world of bugs.

They found so many Rolly-Pollies to make company for ‘Orfeu’! Enough that Haru had to tell Blue to let some of them go. They found nice chonky worms, and beetle larvae. Haru could barely wait to see what type of beetle they’d grow into.

They took their new babies and set them on their vivariums, watching as they explored their new homes. Now they needed to figure out a good way to keep them hidden from Master, still letting them have enough light and good temperature.

They ended up finding a really cool place near the fence, just outside the home, that was hidden from the inside but also sheltered. The bugs would thrive!

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I understand that you’re busy and stuff so don’t rush to get this done, but I’d love to see more of Pastel being afraid of Orfeu. Maybe Farlan and Orfeu have weekly check up sessions just so Orfeu can make sure that Farlan is behaving himself? I can imagine every time Orfeu comes over, Pastel is fearful that that Master is going to let Orfeu use those sharp teeth and nails on him and BB.

apparently pastel is an angry boyo

kind of struggling between must protec BB and omg dont wanna be hurt :c

CW: Dehumanization; nsfw insinuation; pet whump; mentioned beating, tying, breaking fingers, collar; nightmare; biting; blood; orfeu just trying to be a gothic boi and Pastel overthinking;

Pastel knew very well what their Master bringing friends over meant for a pet. It marked an exhausting day, of trying to attend to the demands not only of your known, usual tormentor, but of many unknown faces that were often just as cruel as your Master, and often, enable and encouraged each other to be crueler.

This Master… Barely gave them any time to get used to the new home, before bringing guests over. He probably wanted to show off his new purchase – two little pets, from this famous Pet trainer… Pastel shivered. Their life here, no matter how lavish the apartment, would be one of misery, he could feel.

What he was not expecting is for BB to have already met that man before. Master’s friend, called Orfeu, who, to his horror, Master Farlan stated would likely pet-sit for them with some frequency.

“It’s Blue’s owner” BB smiled at him, whispering with excitement, as they waited on the floor “Master knows Blue’s owner!”

“Is he?” Pastel asked, shivering. Pastel wasn’t sure if it was worse to be babysat by someone who had previous experience with pets or not.

…When the man approached, Pastel wanted to run and hide. There was something… Off about him. Eyes that had a color a bit too green, a solid shade that did not belong on someone’s irises. He smelled… like fresh pine trees, with a vague, vague undertone of leaves rotting and moss growing… The smell of being lost on a dark forest. And his gaze was a fucking dead end. He stared through them, around them behind them. Everything but at them, searching the nothing as if there was something there.

Pastel wasn’t sure if he was being paranoid, or if somehow, all of this flew over BB’s head due to their excitement of meeting Blue’s owner! But there was no way BB missed the teeth, right?

Pastel’s dreams were often abstract and weird – and they were always terrible and frightening in their nosense – but among the usual chaos, he started to recognize that set of teeth and sharp, perfect nails.

He wondered what Master thought about it. It wasn’t normal, not even for humans, to have teeth like that. Master didn’t seem concerned, in fact, he was almost affectionate towards that man.

Pastel had long started to dread the day they would be left alone with him or Master would allow him to hurt them. He could almost envision that man on top of him, the chains and spikes of his clothes rubbing against his skin, his nails tracing red marks, and the teeth, drawing blood.

And worse, how would that man hurt BB? His BB who naively ran up to them every time they came to visit offering him that big smile and showers of questions that the man answered, patiently. He was entertained by BB, for now. But when he got tired, when he decided he wanted to cause them pain… Shit, how would BB feel? Would they feel like they were betrayed again? Pastel wasn’t sure how many more abandonments BB could go through. But maybe BB was expecting it to happen, too. Maybe they were just… trying to make the most out of their niceness, while they could.

And now it was that day.

There he was, on his scary tall boots, harness, a spiked collar… Was that a mockery? A human, wearing a decorative collar, to show then that it wasn’t their clothes, their living conditions, or anything that made then different: It was simply that humans and pets were different?

And all those leather straps… There were so many in his clothes, and it would be so easy for him to use that to tie them up, or beat them with it. Those boots – they could so easily crush fingers, or keep someone pinned down, or just hurt when throwing a kick…

Pastel could do nothing but shiver, standing near the sofa on the living room, as Master Farlan and Orfeu chatted at the door.

“W—why you s-so scared Pastel? W-will be okay” BB smiled, sitting by his side “…S-still nervous a-about him?”

“I don’t know how can you be so calm, BB” Pastel whispered, his eyes glued on Master’s friend “He gives me the creeps…”

“H-he is nice!” BB smile broadens.

“Just because he is Blue’s Master, that doesn’t make him nice”

…BB pouts, crossing their arms.

“I, I, BB knows! BB i-isn’t stupid…” and BB shows him their tongue “He is, is being nice with BB, a-always was”

“What if he isn’t? Master was here the other times, now we’ll be alone…”

“W-will be fine!” BB insisted “BB r-recognizes p-people who are nice!”

…And that was half true because BB thought everyone was nice so… Sometimes they would get it right. But at least… at least they were calm somehow. Having BB scared wouldn’t help, either.

…BB got their hand, squeezing it.

“W-w-will be o-okay. BB knows. P-please Pastel? C-calm down?”

Pastel sighed.

“I’ll… Try. I’ll be good. Of course I will” He always was. He knew the alternative. Play by their rules… And get used to always losing, anyways.

Well, they took a deep breath. Be good. Behave. It will be okay. You will survive. BB will survive.

As he approached them, BB immediately jumped on their feet, hugging his legs. He nearly lost balance, than chuckled, and ran his finger – nails, sharp, dark, painted with red spots to symbolize blood, blood he would get from them later… - through BB’s hair.

Then the man looked at him… And Pastel flinched. He wanted to be a good pet, behave well and not cause trouble… But he flinched just from a glance. And the man smiled at that. Oh, no. He was enjoying how afraid Pastel was. He felt… He felt like he would cry, the man looking at him like a predator at its prey…

“Hey there, Pastel”

...He tried to crawl closer, to swallow all of that and pretend he wasn’t terrified – he was ashamed of being scared like this. But he couldn’t. He trembled, his arms and legs trembled, his face was pale…

“It’s alright. You don’t have to come closer, if you don’t want to”

And that was a trap. If he didn’t do it, the man would punish him. What he wanted didn’t matter at all. But the next second, the man was distracted by BB again, who was pulling him to their bedroom to show a drawing they had made of Mr. Tonsils.

He breathed in relief as they left the living room. It felt like the place was safe again. He closed his eyes, enjoying that feeling while it lasted… But then he thought he couldn’t let alone with BB! What if… What if then he tried to hurt them? He cursed himself for being so stupid and scrambled after them, peeking from the doorway.

…Nothing was happening. BB was sat by his side on the bed, flipping the pages of the notebook Master had gifted them, pointing at their drawings and looking for the man’s approval… And Orfeu was just nodding, making small comments about the drawings and entertaining BB.

After that, the man went out for a few minutes and Pastel was terrified. BB came stand by their side, seeming cheerful.

“It, it’s o-okay, t-they went g-get food…”

“Are…Are you sure?” Pastel whispered, biting the inside of his cheeks. BB pulled him closer, clumsily petting his hair.

“Y-yes. He, he w-went get p-pizza f-for u-us b-b-ecause he can’t c-cook and Master is, is p-paying anyway…” BB chuckled.

“BB… His teeth… And… And the things he wearing…”

“T-t-they look c-c-ool d-don’t they?” BB tumbled their head to the side “BB would want t-to be like that if, if BB w-wasn’t B-b-blue’s copy already…”

“…You are not ‘Blue’s copy’. You are BB, you don’t have to-”

“N-not that now P-pastel…” They whimpered, pulling away from the hug “O-only Pizza”

“If… If it’s really pizza…”

…And well, to his surprise it actually was. And they actually got to eat more than scraps, while BB and Orfeu cuddled on the sofa and Pastel just… Sat nearby. Far enough that the man couldn’t suddenly grab him, but close enough that he would be able to do something if BB was in danger… At least he hoped so.

So the time he was truly scared of came. They went to sleep. And… Nothing happened then, too. Orfeu tucked BB in, whispered a soft ‘good night’ to Pastel and went to Master Farlan’s bedroom for the night.

…After he left, Pastel felt a bit safer. He crawled in bed by BB’s side, pulling them into a hug. They had a smug smile.

“…S-see? BB knows. N-nothing bad h-happened…”

…He agreed, a bit grumpy. Still, he dreamed of teeth and nails.

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Should go on but I sleepy

CW: Brief but gory description of amputation; dehumanization; it as a pronoun; loss of memory; panick trigger; self deprecation; running away attempt (kind of?)

Blue wasn’t trying to run away. It would never try that again, it had more than learned its lesson. But… But it wanted to see Master Warren. Blue was going to return. Blue swore it would return! Bonnie got mad at it, she thought all of this was a terrible idea. Blue should stay home and behave.

Still, Blue walked the forest path once Master was out, sneaking out of the home when Haru was busy. It had a memory of the city on its mind, probably from its time going around with Warren, or when Master Orfeu took it for walks. But it wasn’t as good of a map as it had thought. Blue soon was lost in the streets, the city closing over it like a labyrinth, and the sun starting to set.

It would soon be dark, and cold, and Blue would be lost. Master would go home and find out that Blue had sneaked. It shivering, holding Bonnie under its arm for a moment so it could look at its fingers. How many would it lose…? Would Master at least make it quick, or, or would he cut it all on layers of skin and muscle, till the white bones were exposed like old Master had?

…It shivered and tugged the hands on its pockets, arm around Bonnie, feelings its fur. She told Blue to stay home and be a good pet. Warren wasn’t worth losing a finger over. He wouldn’t take Blue in nor protect it, as Blue secretly prayed he would… At this point, Blue wasn’t even sure it could find Warren’s home.

Eventually, as it walked, avoiding the looks of disgust from the other people… It reached a street that looked familiar. Blue wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t near Warren’s home, it was sure. It let its feet guide it to where they wanted to go, a heavy feeling of loss gripping on its heart. That place was familiar, nostalgic and infinitely sad.

Blue stopped in front of a small residential building, that seemed to have a particularly strong grip to it. Bonnie said nothing… But Blue suspected she liked the garden. It was pretty, and well kept. And it was getting very cold already, with the stars starting to poke… It would be warm in the building. Blue walked the little pathway into the reception.

Familiar. The same cleaning product they used on the floor for ears, the sofas which color was long faded, piles of magazines that weren’t actualized in the last ten years, covered in yellow time stains, a counter, with an old lady watching over the cameras…

“…Hey. Pet’s can’t come in here alone, where is-” The woman said, putting her glasses on. She blinked, a little shocked, and cleaned the glass “…Cecil?”

Blue stared at the vaguely familiar lady, pulling Bonnie into a hug.

…The woman walked from behind her counter, and cupped Blue’s face, incredulous. She turned it to the sides slightly, as Blue watched her scared. Why was she doing this? She, she wasn’t dangerous was she?

“…Oh god, it’s you, isn’t it?” She asked, big fearful eyes “…It has to be. What happened to you?”

…The lady caught one of Blue’s hands, running her fingers on the back of it, her face pale.

“…It, it, it is Blue ma’am. It, it got lost” it pulled away its hand, giving a step back when it was sure the lady wouldn’t punish it for it.

“….Dear child. I went to your funeral. Helped your poor mother clean your apartment…” the lady shook her head. She was familiar, vaguely, just a faint memory, like that place was. She searched Blue’s eyes for something “Don’t you remember me?”

…Blue shook its head.

“No ma’am… It… It is sorry.”

“…You must remember… At least something, Cecil. If you came in here.”

“Blue was, was lost… ” it caressed Bonnie, straightening her pretty new dress, full of flowers, that they had gotten just a while ago… “C-c-can ma’am call Blue’s Master, please? It, it wants to go home”

“…They told us you were dead. You went missing that day… this isn’t right. We should call the police, they-“

“NO” Blue caught itself shouting, stumbling away and falling on its knees, big pleading eyes, it wasn’t even sure why, but that was something bad, something really really bad  “No p-p-please. No. Don’t. Please don’t. I-it will be better. W—w-will behave. Please. Promise. Good Blue. Blue. G-g-good, w—w-eell behaved. It has learned, it has-“

…It kept begging, as the lady watched it seemingly terrified. Was Blue really that disgusting? To a point where people were afraid?

“…Alright, alright. I won’t call the police. You can calm down. Please” the lady tried “Would you like some tea, maybe?”

Blue took a deep breath, trying to calm down its panicked heart. It nodded. Tea was nice. It was warm.

The lady told it to wait on the sofa and got a cup for it and one for herself. Blue smiled and thanked her, and she tried to smile back, but seemed, so sad.

“Oh Cecil dear…”

“Blue” It wasn’t sure why she kept calling it like that. And yet… It was vaguely familiar. Like everything there. This feeling hurt. Everything tasted like sepia, part of a long faded photo filled with blurred faces and outfits that were just barely inappropriate for this day and age.

“…You used to bring me coffee every afternoon, when you came home from work” the woman said, and Blue had no clue what she was talking about “…Remember that? I thought you were such a sweet young man, wasting your time talking to an old lady like me…”

“…Please. Cc—can Ma’am call Master? Please? It wants to go home…” Blue said, its voice cracking. It didn’t like what that lady was saying. It sounded wrong, and forbidden, and familiar “Pp-pplease?”

…The lady stared at it, as if lost in thought.

“…How can I return you to someone who hurt you like this…”

“n-n-n-o ma’am” Blue said, hugging Bonnie tight. Master Orfeu was scary, and, and sometime he, he made Blue do things that hurt. But it was for better. It, it  was getting better. It’s teeth weren’t excruciating like before. It felt better. And there had been no real punishment. “Not, not this Master”

The lady frowned.

“…Someone else hurt you, Cecil?”

“Blue. Blue. Please. Was, was other, other Master” Blue closed its eyes a bit, didn’t like thinking about him “M-Master Orfeu is, is kind”

… The lady cupped its face again, forcing it to look into her eyes. It, it didn’t like that.

“…Are you being honest with me? You Master didn’t hurt you?”

“H-he d-d-din’t ma’am. Please. Call Master. Please?”

“….Okay dear. Finish your tea” and she got up to pick a phone and taking a look at the tag on its collar.

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Can you write when Blue goes to the dentist for the second time and some of his teeth are repaired? It's okay if you don't want to, it's just that I'd like to see what happens. You are amazing!

Thank you so much ❤️❤️

CW: Mouth whump; it as a pronoun; Dehumanization; medical; 

“Haru. Please. Where did you hide him?”

He is glad he prepared early for this. He knew it would be a complicated day. Haru nervously step back, notebook in hands, half-hidden behind it, but not hidden enough to disguise the guilt. It’s the second dentist appointment today, and Blue is nowhere to be seen.

“Haru, darling. I’m not doing this to harm him. It’s for him to get better”

…Scribbling.

‘It hurts him. He scared’

…He is right then. Haru did hide Blue.

“Darling, I know it seems bad now, but this will help him a lot. He is in pain every time he bites or chews, and if he can get through this right now, we can relieve this pain.”

Haru stands there, absolutely torn. He trusts and loves his Master. But he also cares a lot about Blue and knows how scared he is.

“…Please. Trust me, Darling” he gives Haru a pleading look “Sometimes… TO help someone we need to make some hard decisions”

He looks tearfully at Orfeu, hesitantly starting to write.

‘He will hate me too’

“…I won’t let him know you told me, darling. Please.”

…He considers for a second. Than nods.

‘Living room cabinet. Inside one of the boxes’

He looks down, very guilty. Orfeu walks up to him, pulls him closer and softly kiss his forehead.

“Thank you darling. You did good. I promise.”

But that doesn’t seem to help… But that was the easy part. He walks up to the cabinet, and knocks.

“Blue, darling, are you there?”

…A muffled breathing.

He opens the door, and something moves inside the boxes. Haru even placed another one over him, trying to hide Blue better. He wonders what he did with the stuff that was stored there.

“No. No Please…” he cries, clutching the plush, eyes wide with fear “Please…”

“We have to go, Blue. It will be fine, I promise. I’ll give you some ice cream afterwards, that would be nice wouldn’t it?”

Blue shook his head, pressing himself further against the corner.

“…W-warren. I want to go back to Master Warren” his eyes water “I loved him. He treated me nice. He loved me!”

“Blue… Please I do-“

“NO!” he closed its eyes “Master Orfeu doesn’t love Blue! You, You lie! Bonnie doesn’t want to be here either. She wants Master Warren. We want to go with Master Warren!”

...Ouch.

Liar. Liar. Freak. Fucking freak. Unworthy of love. Demon; screams the darkness. But fuck the darkness, he has no time to feel bad about himself today.

Orfeu puts his best resting bitch face. Hearing this… hurts. But, he can’t really blame Blue, can he? How fucking scary Blue’s world was if he thought someone who would bet him on a card games loved him.

“…Okay Blue. You are allowed feelings, even those. But we still need to go to the dentist.”

…Blue blinked away tears, whining, but crawled out of the box and followed him outside, wiping his tears.

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 It is crying and misbehaving today as well. The same white-ish place. If Blue was hurt a little last week, this time is going to be so much worse. Blue screamed at Master. It dared to mention a previous Master. It dared to say it wanted to leave. How big of an offense could that be?

And it saw, it saw the way Master looked at it. It would be hurt. It would be cut and beaten and hurt. It would be lucky if it only lost the teeth.

Still, it was true.

It liked Haru, he was always quiet and not scary. He was very pretty and did nice things for Blue, like cooking soft stuff and combing its hair. It also liked how easy it was to get petted too. It just needed to lay closer to Haru or Master and they would scratch its ear.

But Blue didn’t like this new house. The new Master was scary, his rules didn’t make sense, and he lied. He said he would keep Blue safe, that there would be no punishments, but here it was. A trick. All a trick. And it didn’t understand why they had to come to this scary place to do it. Master could just hurt it at home where it was safe, where there were no other people close. They could watch through cameras!

Master Warren didn’t tricked It. It knew how to be good! It could get pets if it was good, Master Warren liked those. Master cut good food for it, and said it was loved and would doll it up.

It missed Master Warren. Missed him so much. Blue was happy living there.

It broke into a full sob, pulling Bonnie closer, waiting to be called.

 …The first thing they did was push something sharp onto its skin. Didn’t hurt much, but was just the start. It didn’t like that.

…And afterwards it felt… Sleepy and numb. Everything was swirling around it… Dark… heavy. Lights. People moving. Something shoved… keeping its mouth open. It wanted to kick away. It tried, but barely could move. So heavy. All dark.

“Shhhh, it’s okay” Master’s voice. Tears.

It kept swirling in and out of consciousness, phantom voices and sounds around it. Heavy head. A hand gently running through its face. What was going on? It must be really bad for it to be knocked out like this.

“Blue, Blue?”

It blinked, watching Master.

“Can you bite down please?”

It took a moment to notice the masked man was talking to it.

It closed its mouth, still so heavy.

It felt… strange?

“Is the bite right, darling?”

Right? Bite… It closed its eye a bit, nuzzling. It still felt heavy. Bonnie was there too… she was fluffy…

It pushed its tongue around. Strange… it had, it should have a space there, between the teeth…

“I think it is right… If it isn’t we fix next time I suppose” the masked man says, holding up a mirror.

“There, take a look dear”

It opens its mouth slightly. Has it lost more teeth…? It, it looks like it has more.

Some of them look different too. A bit better. It makes no sense. Why would it be punished by getting more teeth? Is it so they can be pulled out again? But it still had so many…

It’s, it’s over now right? It closes its eyes.

It wants to go home.

It opens its arms lightly, letting Master scoop it up.

It likes this sensation. The numbness… Dizzy… Sleepy. It nuzzles against Master shoulder, letting itself be carried away.

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Orfeu/Haru Masterlist

CW: Deadnaming (a cisgender person); sexual harassment of a minor (its brief, just mentioned); minor flirting with an adult (also brief); arson;  re-homing; adoptive family/being thrown around in the system; self-sabotaging behavior; passive-aggressive behavior;

“Enoch? Enoch. Enoch, come on” Dave started his usual blabbering, as Enoch Orfeu stared out of the car window, slowly chewing some bubblegum. He wondered if some day, he would bite his tongue off if he was careless enough  “Come on, we are here. Can you please stop ignoring me?”

“…Can you please call me by my fucking name?” He hissed back, feeling so, so annoyed, and... empty. Fucking empty. This place looked boring as fuck. It was a suburban area with pretty houses, perfect lawns and perfect little families.

“Enoch, we’ve gone through this-“

“Orfeu. Just call me Orfeu. I fucking hate that name, Dave”

Dave took a deep sigh, taking some strands of hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright. But just, can you at least try to be nice this time? It’s getting harder and harder to re-home you”

“Have it occurred to you I don’t want to be re-homed, Dave? I just want all of you out of my ass?”

He turned to the man. He seemed tired. Even his little parrot-soul, always screaming loud and noisy, seems just… tired and quiet today.

“We can’t just let you running off on the streets, Eno-“ he stopped himself, seeing Orfeu’s eyes gleam with anger “Just, just try this time. They are nice people, who knows if they won’t be your forever family”

“Yeah yeah. Such nice people. Going after charity cases so they can aaaaall feel so good about themselves” he rolled his eyes, leaning against the car window “…Let’s see if I can break my record this time. How fast you think I can get kicked out, Dave?”

“…Come on, kiddo. You need to stop sabotaging yourself” he sighed “They can be nice. I don’t know what went wrong last time, honestly. Lady Clair was such a nice woman, she really seemed to want you around…”

“Oh yeah, she was so nice” He rolled his eyes, with a groan “God I’ll specially miss her husband peeking on me while I showered. Always a delight…”

“…You tried to set her house on fire, Enoch. This wasn’t about her husband, I’m sure-”

“Orfeu. And so what? Should I have just let him, Dave?”

“You could have called me-“

“So you could lecture me on how nice Mrs. Clair was being. Right”

Dave stared ahead for a moment, that sad disappointed expression he made every time he set his eyes on Orfeu. Right. Everyone had some variant of that expression anyway. Disgust, anger, fear. Whatever.

“…You are going down a dark path, kiddo. I don’t want you to end up in jail, doing drugs or worse…”

…He doesn’t answer. Like there is any other path for him. He is a monster. He can already even picture the way the ‘new family’ will look at him. He leaves the car, so he doesn’t have to listen to Dave anymore.

Soon, Dave follows him, walking towards one of the pretty perfect family houses.

His new ‘’’parents’’’ open the door to him. Tall, angry looking man and a much shorter brunette woman, their three kids peeking from inside the house.

“Oh, hello, Dave!” the woman smiled “So this must be Enoch”

…He could already feel their eyes burning on him. Dark hair, dark clothes, dark nails. The father stares at him, trying to hide his disapproval. He stares back, showing his teeth, as the woman and Dave chats.

“…And yeah, he has a bit of a… Problematic history” Dave says, accentuating every single work “…But I’m sure he will do just fine here, right?”

“Oh, it’s alright. Out other children all had an attitude, too, when we first homed them…” The man stares down at him arms crossed and chest puffed “It’s the way teenagers are, after all. Nothing we can’t fix with a little bit of discipline”

“Discipline, hm?” Orfeu whispers, giving him a flirty smile and winking “I might like that”

…The man frowns, seemingly genuinely disgusted. Well, at least this is good. But still, he tries to keep the pose of being ~~undisturbed by Orfeu’s ~~bad behavior. He and the wife side-glance each other, as if second guessing, just for a second, than they go back to their smiles, their high fucking horses or whatever. God, he would be such a stain on their little perfect family.

“Enoch, please” Dave says, almost desperate. Well, being sent back right at the door… That would be a first. He would be proud if he managed that.

“Orfeu. It’s Orfeu. That’s my fucking name, Dave”

“…I’m sure that’s just a phase” The wife tries “…He needs some time to settle down after all”

“Yeah, a phase” He rolls his eyes, blowing bubblegum “See you in a week, Dave”

…And he pushes inside the house, bracing himself for whatever fucking nightmare this might be.

Tagging:@whump-me-all-night-long @whumpzone @cupcakes-and-pain @twistedcaretaker @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @tears-and-lilies​

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Oooo could if it interests you to write could we get one where Orfeu comes home hurt (maybe he got mugged or a client got violent) and Haru and Blue take care of him? Thank you!

CW: Street violence; beating; reversed roles; bruises; cuts; brief self-harm mention; multiple whumpers; biting;

 …He didn’t want to wake them up, so as quietly as he could, he sneaked back inside.

But he wasn’t doing a very good job today. He had promised them he would be home earlier, but it was the dead of night, and he was in pain, covered in bruises and cuts, his clothes dirty, his legs trembling. Even though Orfeu knew that house by heart, he couldn’t avoid stepping on some of the squeak boards on the floor.

He tried to guess which bedroom the two would be sleeping in and walked to the other one, standing on a painfully twisted ankle as he made his way into the bathroom.

Not even turning the lights on, Orfeu let himself fall on the floor, and started angrily throwing his bloodstained clothes to the corner. He wanted to fucking burn them. He stared at himself on the mirror, seeing his shape on the dark. The bruises weren’t noticeable with the lights off.

…At least he was alive.

By now, he thought he was fucking good at avoiding this type of crap but… There were so many of them. At least five. He tried to fight back, he tasted their fucking blood… But soon he was thrown into the dirt floor, dragged into a corner and beaten. He didn’t even fucking knew why, they didn’t ask for money or anything.

They just… Stood over him, taking turns at kicking him and pushing him around, his head still so fucking hazy from the drinks he had earlier. He wondered if he would survive that. A few months ago he wouldn’t even care… But now, if he didn’t what would happen to Haru and Blue?

…But a fucking car parked on a house on the street. A fucking car was enough to scare them away.

A car with beaming  lights, as blinding as the ones turned on in the bathroom. He flinched, closing his eyes.

“M-m-master…” Blue gasped on the door, Haru covering his mouth.

Shit. He didn’t want them to see him like this. Haru had seen him with a bruised eye, or a few cuts and so, but never like this. Never the fucking mess he really was.

…He wanted to tell that ‘it was okay’, that he would be okay. For them to go back to sleep and not to worry… But his voice cracked. He was not okay.

“M-m-master… w-w-what… H-how we, we help?” Blue looked panicked at Haru, who was still in shock at the door, until Blue touched him “H-h-aru what, what do we do?”

…’get water’, Haru gestures. Blue nods and runs downstairs, as Haru dips a cloth in water and approaches to help clean his wounds, his hand shaking.

“H-h-aru… you, you don’t have to-“

…And he gets the sharpest ‘shut the fuck up’ look he has ever seen on Haru’s eyes, as he carefully tries to clean the dirt and blood out of Orfeu’s wounds.

…Haru notices his whipping scars. He looks at them for a moment, running a finger over one, and goes back at cleaning the wounds on his back. He trembles every time a whimper escape’s Orfeu’s lips… So he just tries to stay quiet but…

It’s too much.

He is so tired.

…Blue comes back with a cup… He takes it, his hands shaking some water drips on the floor. …Blue also gets him a painkiller. The water helps with the sobbing for a moment… But it all breaks down on him again.

…Blue cups his face and cleans his tears with his thumb. Orfeu manages a smile at this… And Haru gestures him with ‘blanket’. He promptly nods and goes back to the room.

…Haru puts the now bloodied cloth aside and helps him get up. They stumble back to the bedroom, where Blue comes to help aid him into the bed.

They cover him with a blanket, one sitting at each side of the bed, as he sobs himself to sleep.

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Orfeu with some random person. Hope its not too out of place here but I felt like writing it so.

Cw: Everything on this drabble is ~~Consensual Whump~~; whipping, gagging; implied sex work; drool; crying; kissing;  hair pull/grip and stuff; manhandling/touching; fingers in mouth; partial nudity; nothing explicit happens but still its bdsm roleplay stuff so;

They walked around, whip on hand, heavy boots on the cold floor, the long Black skirt dragging behind them. Felt like some animal, about to attack, just stalking its prey.

They shivered, their hands tied up in front of them, their breathing betraying how nervous they were.

"....oh look at you. Such a nervous little wreck... And we haven't even started yet" he placed a hand on their hair, softly petting, before it turned into a vicious grip, pulling their head behind and exposing their neck. They yelped "...Aren't you?"

"Yes ...Master?"

The man seemed to cringe, the grip softening a little, betraying the imposing figure they had so far. They wondered if they did something wrong. Had they already messed up?

"Can you call me something else...? Hm... Sir. That's right, address me as Sir"

"As it pleases you, Sir"

"...Such a good… pet"

He let go of their hair, running the long, dark nails over their face, slightly scratching the skin and making red marks that would soon fade. He placed the finger over their mouth, slowly tracing them, gleaming green eyes seeming to stare at, their very soul. He opened his mouth, accepting the man's fingers, letting he play with his tongue for a moment, till he replaced then with something. A rag.

They bit into it nervously. He didn't tie that up, left it for them to hold.

They dry swallowed, watching as the man went back to circling around them, whip in his hands. They braced themselves as he stopped.

A loud, cracking sound, then pain. They inhaled deeply. It... It wasn't so bad. There was a pause. Then again. It was worse this time, stronger. They yelped. The whip came down again and again, leaving hot searing marks all over their skin. Were... Were they bleeding? It felt like it.

Again. Pause. Again. Pause. After the first few... The little pauses were gone, as the man seemed reassured that they... They wouldn't ask him to stop.

... Tears... They... They were crying! They didn't mean to. But the lashes brought tears of pain and... Something, their chest... The grip was unbearable! …The gag… It actually helped a bit, preventing them from grinding their teeth.

...The whip stopped. They opened their mouth again as Sir crouched in front of them, taking the gag. They had... Had drooled all over their hand! They stared with wide eyes.

"S-sorry the, the d-drool"

"Its okay" Sir said, serious green eyes looking at them, head to toe "You want to use your words?"

...they shook their head. They... Weren't ready to give up yet.

"Can S-sir h-hold me a, a little?"

Sir pulled them close, cleaning the tears and the drool, petting their hair as they tried to control their breathing. The man was... A really good hugger.

...Okay. A deep breath, and they pulled away, ready to go on.

…The gag is turned into a blindfold, this time securely tied up around their eyes. They fall back on their knees as the man steps away, and they try to quiet their breathing to hear what they are doing.

For a while, nothing happens, they just stand still, amounting in anticipation, trying to process… Everything. Everything that just happened. They had just… they got whipped. They were kneeling on the floor, almost naked, their back exposed and aching from a whip, a leather collar hanging from their neck… Someone who was nearly a stranger watching them-

…A kiss. They gasped, surprised. They weren’t expecting that. But they returned it as soon as they realized. Just… A soft kiss. Hands on their hair, pulling it till it hurts and they yelped. Then released.

Hands on their shoulders, their arms, over the fresh wounds on their back. They whimpered as the nails scratched them, running over the reddened marks. The hands would come and go, and they were never sure when. They tried to hear it over their breathing, over their heartbeat, but it was so hard.

A hand rested on their cheek and they leaned into it, shuddering. The other one undid the gag, and they saw the bright green eyes yet again.

…The man handed them a bottle with water. They hadn’t even realized how thirsty they were till they had it, soothing their aching throat.

“There… Good” …The man takes the empty bottle away, placing it on a counter. They are pulled close, leaning into them “How are you feeling?”

…They opened their mouth to answer… But started to sob. They were worried for a moment there that the man would think less of them for this – shit, they said they could take it but now were just breaking down, bawling their eyes out… But he didn’t, he held them, whispering some reassuring words.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. We need to put something on your back for the wounds…”

“Is… Is it bleeding?” They asked, kind of turning to try and see, remembering how they felt like it was bleeding, earlier.

“No, no. But you might get bruises”

“Alright… Hm… Sorry for… Crying…”

“It’s normal” The man smiled, reassuringly. Pointy little teeth “It’s okay to cry more too, if you need it”

“Is it…?”

“Yeah. It gets pretty intense, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

…He helped them with the lotion and put a blanket around their shoulders, sitting beside them on the edge of their bed. Shit, they did feel cold, small shudders shaking their body. They leaned their head against the man’s shoulder. Yeah, they wanted to cry more.

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CW: Deshumanization; conditioning; Death; Pet/slave whumpee; drugs mention; self-hatred; touching; 

for context: is a few years before events with Haru and others.

The pet was unnerving him. He wanted to do something. Orfeu tumbled their fingers on the table, but that wasn’t helping, so they clutched their arms instead. Arms far too thin, nails that easily dug onto the skin.

But people were already looking at him weird from the moment he stepped in. He had money today – he really had. He paid for his food, and even if he looked ragged and filthy, he still had the right to be there. Right…?

But of course, he was still the demon and he would always be a demon. A fairly ragged one right now. And people already thought he was weird so… So what did it matter if he made even more of a scene?

He used to enjoy the company of the ghosts, their stories and peaceful slow half-existence. They were always so mysterious, and quiet too… But not the pet ghosts, those were something else. Anyone who had suffered just… too much in life… and couldn’t face death.

And he only saw those once he came down the mountain, into the mundane world. The priests always told him about how corrupted and evil the people downhill where and… sometimes it really seemed like it was true.

There were no pets up on the mountain. Not alive, and not dead. Everyone was a slave of god, sure, but that was fair and kind and just. No man was slave to one another. He didn’t knew the pets even existed. And it made him nauseous when he found out. He wanted to run up the mountain again but… He could never go back. He belonged to the mundane world now.

…And here, there were pets, alive and dead. The pet was crying, pleading, desperately begging and trying to grab the attention of a man eating on a table, completely oblivious to the absurd suffering of the creature at its feet. Judging by the looks – the long, black clothes – it might be one of the trainers. The ghost was clinging so hard to the person who might just be the cause of their pain in the first place. But what else did they knew?

He sighed. Fuck it, he decided, gathering the courage to walk up to them. People were already looking at him weird anyway so what did he care?

He walked up to the trainer’s table and kneeled by the side of their chair, right in front of the flickering, colorful person, half-defined by lines of neon-displaced colors that shifted and changed. Just enough so that he could see them.

The trainer immediately glared at him. The man was obviously used to having people kneeling by them… but not a strange, ragged teenager, at a dinner. And he knew the trainer must have thought he was a stray or something like that. He spoke before the man could.

“Stop. Pet. Stop, you have to stop. Look at me.” He was harsh, sure, but he doubted he could get the pet’s attention otherwise, when they were so badly crying and wailing. Besides… it worked. “Yes, good. He can’t hear you. So stop. He can’t see you either. You need to stop.”

The trainer raised an eyebrow, now with a perfect ‘what the fuck’ look. He was about to speak again, so Orfeu quickly turned to him and smiled, pretty sure that seeing his perfectly sharp teeth would be enough to make the man quiet for a few more seconds.

“T-t-trainer T-To-dd- s-s-aid I-It h-had t-t-to be g-good…” The ghost sniffed,  managing to look at him “T-they won’t… Won’t t-t-talk e-even i-it is. I-is it b-being p-punished? C-can Sir t-talk to pet?”

“You aren’t being punished. They can’t see you, or hear you. They really can’t.”

“-W-wh-why?” they looked desperate. And Orfeu hated that question because the truth was painful and no lie would ever suffice.

“Because… Because you are dead” He bit his lip, letting the tiny points show trough.

“Kid, just what the fuck are you-“ the man said, on an annoyed voice.

“I’m helping you trainer Todd” they said, with a mocking tone on that last part, basically hissing at them “Unless you want to get haunted forever. You probably deserve it. But the poor ghost doesn’t”

“Wait… is that a runaway?” Someone asked to the trainer, who shrugged, picking up their phone to snap a picture.

“I think it’s just high!” a lady cut, shaking her head in disapproval.

“High on Christ, lady. I’m doing God’s work here.” He raised his hands up, just like at the sermons “Y’all with me? Singing hallelujah, hands to the air!”

“Th-tra-trainer is i-is a-angry” they lost the ghost’s attention, shit. They were staring at the man again, ready to go back to its babbling.

“Not at you” he cut quickly, so that the ghost wouldn’t get lost again “Look. You can’t do this forever. You can’t keep following them. Please. You are dead.”

They shook their head clutching their tiny hands against the trainer’s leg, incapable of letting go. The man must have felt a shiver, with the ghost touching them… without really touching. But they were cold. The dead were cold.

“H-h-how c-can y-you S-sir s-see pe-e-t i-if i-it’s dead…?” They asked, clinging so hard to the fucking bastard that hurt them… Just like Orfeu remembered doing so many times too. Who the fuck was he to judge?

“I made you a question! How do you know my name?” The trainer said with his hands into a fist. Yes, he definitely was thinking he was one of theirs. And that was a headache he didn’t want to deal with right now. He wondered if they had noticed the whip lines on his back. He looked with the deadliest expression he could manage.

“Because I’m an aberration of nature and god has cast a curse on me upon my birth” Answer worked for both questions –trainer and ghost-, but he said it a bit too harshly, then regretted it as the pet flinched. This almost was enough to send the colors that formed them into a prism.

Orfeu wanted to beat himself for it now the pet really doesn’t need to see him angry. He is the last person he can interact with and… He should at least be kind. He didn’t have to help, it wasn’t his problem but… he decided to do it so now it was his problem. They seemed to stabilize a little bit after a moment.

“See? He is high!” the lady repeated.

“…He looks sick” A worker from the store suggested, trying to de-escalate the situation.

“Please. You can’t cling to them forever. I know is scary but… But nothing can hurt you anymore.”

He offered a hand, a bit hesitantly. He hated hated hated being touched by the ghosts but… they needed the warmth. Those lost eyes carried only fear and loss and pain. They deserved a little bit of warmth, just this once.

The ghost hesitantly leaned forward… and let their hands touch, just slightly. Their eyes lit up as they felt… touch. Real, solid touch, like they hadn’t felt since… Who knows? They got a bit too excited and jumped on them, craving a hug… eyes absolutely glimmering with joy. Their colors stabilized so much they almost looked like a human again. Orfeu gasped, but tried to stay still and let them.

The touch wasn’t nearly as nice on his side. It was only half-real. And it was like ice. A shiver ran through his spine, color drained of his face and all his body feeling cold.

“What the hell? Is he having a stroke now?” noise of people around him. Someone threw a… table towel over his shoulder. He didn’t move. The trainer seemed to be on the phone.

“E-e-enough” he said, teeth clattering. The ghost backed down, and stared at him, horrified.

“D-did it… caused this?”  their eyes widened, they blinked in and out of reality “is…is it…really…?”

“…Is fine… Y-your suffering has ended. The worms have been fed. You can rest” he said, trying to keep his head in place, make sense of his own thoughts “You… you remember your name?”

“It… It has a n-number….006778… b-but n-name…” they looked down, at their hands, multicolored, multi-dimensioned “No… it-it doesn’t. I-it d-desn’t… have one”

They cast a terrified look to the trainer, who was somewhere on the back, still on the phone. There is people moving around them awkwardly too, discussing something. Someone seems to be making a video.

“Kid are you okay?” some employee was kneeling in front of them now, their image somewhat merging with that of the ghost.

“I’m fine. Let’s get out of here. I’ll help you, I promise” Orfeu says, clutching the table cloth to retrieve his warmth faster, as the worker frowns, confused “I can go and ask for your files. If you feel like you need this to… to go on.”

“..G-go…w—where?” they asked again, tear streaming down their ghostly face.

“Kid, you don’t look okay. You need some water?” the worker’s voice is less real than the voice of the ghost now, and it doesn’t matter.

The pet lifted their eyes, glimmering and fearful. The people around them were closing in, so despite having nearly no heat left… they grabbed the pet’s arm and pulled them up, before they became too un-real to be held.

They walked out of the store, despite protests of the people around him. He couldn’t force the pet to follow him but… Luckily they did. At least they wouldn’t spend years tied up to the asshole trainer-guy until the man died too… And then wander alone forever wondering when the punishment would end.

“…I… I don’t know” Orfeu admitted, frowning “…Back home I guess. Same place where…. Where you were before you were born.”

“D-d-darkness” the ghost whispered, now not even bothering to… walk, just floating behind them “t-t-that’s what… was…”

“…And rest. Isn’t… Isn’t that right?” Orfeu asked, uncertain. People on the street now being disturbed by the weird teenager talking to fucking nothing, drapped on an ugly table cloth, half-running away from the diner.

The ghost didn’t answer, letting their head hang low.

“T-they… T-t-the t-t-rai-ner w-was p-punishing it… i-it thinks” they said, after a while, as Orfeu led them into less populated streets “i-it… i-it…r-reme-member… a… n-needle a-and… p-pain…. A-a lot o-of … pain… i-it c-couldn’t… h-handle i-it…b-but t-trainer s-said i-it ha-had too…”

“…But you really couldn’t.”

“I-it… really couldn’t”

Orfeu looked over their shoulder wondering if someone had followed them. Apparently not… But looking back wasn’t a good think for an Orfeu to do, he reminded himself. Only forward.

“You… You know you are outside now? It’s… It’s no longer the white hallways”

“I-is it?” they clutched the hands to their chest, looking around… and seeing for the first time, it seemed “Oh!”

“See… It’s… It’s not so bad now, is it? You like the flowers?”

“T-they… are pretty…” they nodded then closed their eyes, letting their non-body fall down on the floor, sitting crossed-legged.

“It… It is tired” they said, stopping, in the middle of an empty street, looking at the sun, and the houses and the flowers “I… I am tired”

“…You… You can rest now” he stopped too, looking as the ghost’s shape was less and less visible, a glimpse of foreign color under sunlight “I’ll… I’ll find were you are and leave you flowers.”

“I… I think I will” they stared a little longer “C-can you hold me? Just another moment… please? If… If you are not too cold”

He nodded and opened his arms again, giving the poor ghost a sad smile, sitting on the floor with arms opened. The ghost leaned into him, a sad, but peaceful expression. Acceptance.

They slowly faded, this time, for real. The ghost was un-made, leaving Orfeu alone, shivering on an empty street, despite the blazing hot sun, wrapped on an ugly table cloth of a dinner they could probably never go back into.

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CW: mild NSFW(kissing, implied), implied nocon, Lots of swearing, stupid insults, prostitution(?), slave/pet whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, panic attacks, insinuation of physical abuse, hair pulling, deshumanization;

Sorry if this one is too convoluted, I runned out of meds and the abstinence of them is weird, I just feel my head like it’s full of cotton today. Also, this perspective is trick to write a bit, his world is a little different. Thanks to everyone who is reading these, by the way (◕ܫ◕✿)

Part of:  Same as: one, two, three four and five 

there is this one here as well I just forgot to link 

order is wathever, although maybe reading five before this one would help.

That man touched his scars, running his fingers all over his back, pressing on the texture of the old whip marks. It took all he had not to turn around and kick his face. Instead, he turned and pulled the man into a kiss, forcing him to at least put his hands somewhere else.

Sometimes, he wished saliva could be venomous. That would be fun.

Snake. Pestilence. Venom, poison! the darkness cries. Well, he has a serpent-soul. It’s tiny, but furious, and hoards gold with the same intent as a dragon would. It’s hiding now. It doesn’t want to be touched especially not by the soul of that old fucker.

The old fucker was followed by a tower-like creature, always too big for the room he was in. It had tentacles that spread just around everything, in search for absolute order and control. On the tower top, it had a glowing, all seeing-eye. Funny how despite appearances, that eye was almost blind, and could not find the serpent.

“Sweetheart, you were wonderful today”

The man smiled, tiny white teeth, some bathed on gold, as he leans in and caresses his cheeks, pulling the dark strains of hair out of his sweaty face.

Impure. Impure. Mess. Sinner.

“I’m glad I made a good impression.” He chuckles “But you… You are wonderful, every single time, darling”.

Wonderful… Yeah. That man is about as interesting as a bottle of hot dog water… But judging by the creature that follows him, at least he is pleased for today. The man kissed his forehead and gets up on his feet, searching for his robes.

Why is it always these type of people? No one else seems to like him. Not even tolerate him. But people like the old fucker like to keep him around, like their own personal freak. He can interact with them just fine, he can manipulate them… But he can barely talk to normal people.

They are bad too. Just like you.

Just like you.

Darkness screams… No. Shut up. I’m not this. I refuse to be like him.

“So, do you remember I said I had a gift for you?”

His snake gingerly puts its head out from the hiding spot, sliding up his body and rolling around his arms.

“How could I forget? You are always so good to me” Pay my bills old fucker. “And your gifts are the best”.

“I hope you like this one. It’s a bit different than the gifts I usually give you. A bit ragged as well… But still a very nice item” He moves out the door. Orfeu assumes it’s on the small office he has connected to the bedroom, but no, he leaves the chambers, closing the door, tower-like monster following. The room looks much more empty without that thing roaming around.

He gets into the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. So many mirror, so many expensive stuff, he thinks to himself, stealing a bit of cologne.

Monter.

Demon.

Impure.

Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up- He looks angrily at his own back. He can still feel fingers there, tracing those fucking scars. He wanted to cover them up with tattoos, like he did with some of the others, but a full back tattoo would be. Too. Expensive. He needs to eat. Food money.

He could try and seduce one of the old fucker… But he doubted he could. He and his little friends enjoyed seeing scars on his back…. A reminder that he was inferior maybe.

Inferior.

Show them. Beat them into the ground. Let the darkness come.

“Shut up” he whispers to the mirror. Okay, apply some makeup again, fix the hair… And good to go again. Reptilian eyes stare at him through the mirror, his shadow-like soul sliding in and out of existence.

He goes back to sit on the bed, a bit bored. Why is it taking so long? He just wants to get whatever it is and go back home. This place is disgusting.

Loud noises downstairs, shouting, stuff falling. Oh. The old fucker is fighting with his son, who is the human embodiment of stubbing your toes on a table, with the additional of having the haircut of an Alpaca. 

Something heavy falling down, a muffled scream, steps on the stairway. Office door opens… Something hits the floor. Old fucker is back, with a nasty smile. His soul is disturbed and it doesn’t try to enter de bedroom this time. It stays back on the office.

“Hello again” he smiles, teeth just a bit too sharp.

“…Hm, sweet, tell me you have come to my parties before, haven’t you?”

Yeah of course. And stood by the corners while most of his guests stared at him like he was monster or a piece of meat, at least until the old fucker called him so he could show off his personal little freak.

Freak, freak, those people thought. Uncanny, go away.

Or alternatively, that they needed to have him, to control him, to show who really is the monster.

Joke was on them, because it was a great occasion to pickpocket, these parties.

“Of course I have darling. It’s such an honor to be there!”

The old fucker’s smile is unusual, something like someone making a commercial of toothpaste on gun-point.

Controlling, all-consuming, Danger danger.

“Well, you remember my little songbird?”

…Something the old fucker liked to display even more. The young man was put on a sort of pedestal on the beginning of those parties, and would sing and perform gracefully to the guests, before coming to sit and serve his master. By later hours he was tossed around all the guests, and when the party was over, there wasn’t much left of him anymore.

“Sure. The one with the long white hair” He saw him sometimes, walking around the house, always following the dumb ass son of the old fucker. They never really interacted. “Your son’s pet. What about him?”

“Oh no. It’s not my son’s anymore.”

He frowns, and the old fucker’s grim widens. He gesticulate for Orfeu to follow him into the office, where… The boy is there, shivering, covered in bruises and cuts. Ragged.

Fragile. Ice. Thin, thin ice.

…On no. Hell no. Please please no.

“-You…?”

Master grabs the boy’s hair and pulls him up, as he lets out a faint whimper. The boy’s soul… It’s keeling on the ground, but its arms, painfully long, too broken and mangled… They are strangling the boy right now. He can’t breathe right.

No.

Nononononononononononono.

“He is yours now, darling!”

Fear. Anxiety… Anger?

“Are you… giving me a person?”

Nope nope nope nope nope. Can’t interact. People don’t like me. He’ll be scared. He’ll be terrified. He will see me as monster. Won’t be able to help. No nononon.

…He bites his own cheek so much it draws blood. Calm the fuck down. Keep the façade.

“Oh, no darling” the man chuckles “It’s not a person, it’s a pet. Remember how you told me you wanted some company, but you can’t have animals at home? They are scared of you or something, you said. Well, this one is perfect, I’m sure. He won’t dare run away.”

The man comes closer, dragging the poor boy to his feet, with that nasty, nasty smile. That’s why his controlling tower-soul stood back, keeping those arms and tentacles wrapped around the boy’s soul.

“Little songbird here needs a home. He doesn’t sing anymore… So I don’t really have a use for it. He would be very happy to go with you, wouldn’t you?”

He pulls his hair again, so hard he lets out a whimper. The crooked soul mimics its owner to perfection, the tentacles of the old bastard all over it.

“-Y..Ah-“ he shrieks, shivers, raises his head so the tears don’t roll down.

“…He doesn’t talk much anymore. But then again, dogs don’t either” He sighs “I wanted him to be clean of fresh wounds when you took him, but my son got his hands on him somehow.”

Somehow. The soul shivers. The boy cries.

“Well… I know it’s a bit sudden, but it’s your choice after all. You want him? He can clean, cook, do some stuff for you.”

Say no say no say no say so you can’t do this wtf this is wrong and bad and you can’t take of him you can’t barely take care of yourself it will be worse if you don’t he will be killed or tortured that’s not fair it’s not his fault it wasn’t your fault he deserves better than you he won’t get any chance-

“Of course I want him.”

Panic panic – don’t. Don’t panic. Fuck this.

You wanted someone in the darkness for you, and no one ever came… So be the person. Be there.

“Good!” Old fucker says, too loud “Aren’t you happy, songbird? I won’t have to dispose of you after all”

The poor thing tries to answer but can’t. And he noticed how old fucker moves, about to smack the boy, so, on a swift movement, Orfeu  falls to his knees and cups his hands around the boy’s face. Old fucker crosses his arm instead.

“It’s okay if he can’t answer. I’m a quiet guy, believe it or not!” he chuckles “Is just you… that makes me want to talk so much, dear! I’m only chatty around you, cause you have so many nice things to say…”

…Like bragging about his stocks and finances and complaining about being a failure of a father who raised a monster. The usual.

“Well… That’s good to know, I’m special to you!” old fucker smiles victoriously “If it does happen that the pet sings again, make sure to tell me, I’d like to hear”.

Yeah, sure. Like hell he would.

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CW: Mouth whump; self-harm(kinda); self-hatred; restraints; institutional abuse/gaslight(cult type dynamic); religious themes; minor whumpee; religious abuse

Also: for people who asked bout the taglist; usually when writing about Orfeu’s backstory it will feature some sort of religious undertone. If someone is uncomfortable with that particular setting and would rather just be tagged in chapters with Haru please let me know.

They were back.

He had wounds on his wrists and ankles from pulling the rope restraints the night before. Some droplets of wax had left burn marks on his skin.

…He thought he did well. He did the best he could, even if he cried and screamed. But he didn’t pass out. He prayed in his mind all along… He didn’t doubt, never questioned his faith, not for a second. Not even when teeth were ripped from the sensible flesh, filling his mouth with the taste of blood.

And all around him, humming prayers filled the cave-like sanctuary, a choir so powerful it almost drenched his screams of agony.

…They cleaned him with holy water and carried him to bed… Too exhausted to even process what was really going on. Someone stayed there and held his hand, telling him that everything would be okay now. That he was good.               He had faced his probation and succeeded… And that was all he ever wanted.

It was relief that carried him into sleep that night. His dreams were of being… Worthy of love, truly worthy for once.

…But then why were they back?

As if mocking him, his reflection smiled, the points of sharp, sharp teeth had already started appearing from his gums.

Freak. Monster. Demon.

He screamed, punching the mirror into a spider-web crack. Blood dripped from his fingers, filling them in crimson.

…He was a monster. How long would he have to atone for his sins? Crimson sins on the white snow, sins that he didn’t even knew he had committed. How long until god forgave him?

And those green eyes, so full of hate, so full of fear, now stared him from each fracture of the mirror, and looking at them is just too much.

He runs outside his tiny room, through the patio covered in dew, footsteps echoing in the emptiness. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, and the darkness reigns supreme. Less than one night, and they are back.

He isn’t really looking where he is going. He clashes against the temple door, opening with an impact that he barely registers. He crashes at the cold stone floor, candlelight casting gloomy shadows.

“WHY?”

He drops like a doll, hitting the floor with his fists, pulling his own hair, screaming at the altar, at the skies, at anyone that can hear, his throat alteady so hurt from the night before... and his eyes are covered in tears. And yet, only the darkness speaks.

Why? Why? Why? Why? – It has no answers, just an endless echo into the void.

…From one of the aisles, a figure approaches him.

“Son? what’s wron-“

“You lied’ He gets up on a whim screaming at Father Benedict “You are liar! Liar!”

The man has no time to register a response, before the boy launches towards him in blind fury, dropping candle holders, statues and anything else on its way. He attacks with tiny nails and childlike rage.

…He is soon restrained by two other Acolytes, who can barely hold him in this state of blind despair. A third one comes to help, and despite immobilized, he still fight, incoherent words that fall on deaf ears.

Until they start to drag him to the stairway to underground. To the cells and the dark. His eyes widen with terror, his body falls limp, his mouth forms a plea…

“Stop” Father Benedict gestures for the Acolytes, having recomposed himself.

They look at each other, frowning, still holding the boy harshly despite the lack of resistance in this state.

“Father, he is dangerous. He attacked you-“

“Yes. But put him on the ground now” The acolytes don’t react, so the old priest voices again “…He who is without sin, cast the first stone”

After a moment of hesitation, they do as they were told, dropping him like a sack.

“…Leave.”

“What, we can’t leave you alone with the demon, Father, he wil-“

“Leave.”

His tone does not allow for any defiance. They leave them both alone, and for a while, just the sounds of the fire can be heard. The boy stay on his knees, staring at the stone floor with a blank, lost mind.

Father Benedict approaches him and kneels, gently lifting the tear streamed face. The boy mouths “Sorry” over and over again.

“Son, tell me what is troubling you.”

“F-Father… I… “ he sniffs “They are back… They are back and… And they are still sharp. They… They were right… I’m… I’m truly evil.”

The priest pulls his chin down, and although he has a brief moment of hesitation…

“Son… They aren’t as sharp as they were before.”

Slowly, the boy lifts his eyes – green, glassy eyes, filled with tears – to face Father Benedict, who has only pity for the creature. Oh, the lost lamb.

A demon. A freak.

“T-they a-aren’t?”

“Being good for God… Is a hard process, child. It’s the journey of a lifetime. Once they are fully back… We can take them out again. And just like this time, they will be a little bit less sharp. Your burden is grand, but God will give you the strength.”

He looks at the altar. Broken statues and fallen candles on the stones, eyes judging him from above.

“F-forgive me Father…” he lets his head hung low “For… For the way I behaved today.”

“I forgive you, Son. As for God… You can confess by the evening and do penitence, child. For now, you should go back to sleep.”

“Y-yes Father. Thank you.”

He got on his feet, cleaning the tears on his sleeves. He smiled at Father Benedict. Teeth as sharp as they had always been.

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Orfeu dressed like this

CW: Discussion of human traffick/slavery; dehumanization; a character everyone hates lmao; brief slut-shaming; mention of kidnapping/murder attempt/home invasion/memory loss

She was sitting at the dinner’s table, new phone in hand. She still wasn’t sure how she agreed to this but…

Soon, the boy appeared. He was dressed in fully black clothes, fishnet socks and a tiny skirt. He put out a cigarette before walking int. Didn’t seem like a very well adjusted person… And had tried to kill her twice.

“Hello there” he smiled cheerfully “Alyssa, right?”

“…Yes… Nice to meet you… On better circumstances” She smiled at him “…I Still don’t know your name?”

“…Orfeu” he says, pulling a chair and sitting in front of her. A waitress soon comes to take their orders. They wait in silence, until she comes back with two cups of dark coffee. He stares at her, behind her, around her.

“So… Hm… Why did you… ask me to meet you?” She says, watching as he puts far too much sugar on his coffee. He stops, and looks at her with dolly eyes. There is something awfully disturbing about him… And she can’t pin point what is it.

“…If you really knew who Blue was… I want to know” he smiles. Sharp teeth. It’s very abnormal…

She looks up to him, thinking. She sighs.

“…I know how I look. Trust me” Orfeu says “And yeah I might have tried to murder you twice but let’s be honest here: you started it. I don’t want anything bad to happen to Blue”

“…And yet… You own him as a pet” She replies, angrily tapping the painted nails on the cup.

“Legally, yeah. But that doesn’t mean I’m going around and pretending he is an animal. I’m not” he rolls his eyes “…I’d love for him to get better. And to remember things”

She looks down at the coffee, not interested in really eating.

“Well… Why do you let him do those things, then? Calling himself an ‘it and a pet and a toy’… And that plush thing he carries around…” She shivers “…How can I know I can trust you?”

The man laughs.

“You don’t have to trust me. You aren’t even going to see Blue again anytime soon. But like, why would I waste my time on you if I liked the way he is now?” he tumbles his fingers on his cheeks, sharp teeth “…He feels safe with those things. And hell he does a lot of other things that are worse. But you can’t just rip him off of everything that makes him feel safe, can you? Even if it’s fucked up”

She looks down. He is… probably right. Everything she tried backfired.

“So… I give you information you need. And?”

“And I keep you informed about his condition and you can stop running around trying to snatch unsuspecting pets. Also I don’t have to hunt your ass down in the middle of the night. We both win!” he claps, a fake laughter “As I said I’m not letting you anywhere near him. You are nothing but a kidnapper to him right now. But someday, hopefully he might remember”

She stares at him, feeling a knot on her throat. It hurts to hear that but… She did make things worse. She sighs. At least he might not be in any immediate danger like he was with the internet idiot and the photographer… But also this guy has no online presence for her to follow. She’d have to rely on him.

“Fine” she says, tasting her coffee. Bitter. Of course it’s fucking bitter.

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🗡 with Orfeu and Haru (and Blue if you want) !!!

CW: Domestic abuse/bruise/cuts/forced marriage/restrains/mentioned starvation, poverty and sickness.

 A long time ago, on a very distant land, there lived a beautiful Prince Named Haru.

He was a beautiful and smart fair man, prized by his beautiful hair and lovely singing voice. For years, he graced the balls of the kingdom, dressed in beautiful garments, performing his lovely songs for nobleman and woman.

He was also very loved by the people of the kingdom, for he was fair, and generous, and showed genuine care for the citizens well being. However, he was not the eldest of his family, and therefore, not an heir to the throne.

…So, when came a time that his kingdom was ravished by a very harsh winter, followed by a diseased and poor summer, and the situation started to get dreadful, as the kingdom stocks were running low… Haru agreed to offer his hand in marriage to a powerful neighbor Kingdom, in exchange for supplies that could keep the people safe and help them survive the next winter.

What the poor prince did not know is that the man he was married off to was a cruel, sadistic one, and from then on, the beautiful smile of the beloved Prince Haru was seen less and less. He took to covering his face with long veils, and long sleeved dresses to hide the increasing collection of bruises and scars.

The beautiful Prince disappeared from public view, withering day by day, and kept locked by his cruel and unfair husband, on a land that was strange. But at least, at least the people of his kingdom had been saved, and when he saw the snowy lands outside, the harsh winter storm… He could take solace on the fact that they would have wood to warm themselves and food to keep them alive.

…When he thought of that, the pain he had to endure was worthy it. He thought that, every scar was a life he had saved, every bruise hope for his kingdom to thrive. Yet life went on for them… And he was forgotten, the once beautiful beloved prince, was all alone.

His only true moments of peace were when his husband went on to hunt or fight, and he could sit by the fire, watching the flames flicker, and he thought of home, longing to return to the beautiful land of his childhood.

One day, when Haru went to fulfill his duty of receiving his husband after he returned from an expedition with his man, he noticed an unusual occurrence. They seemed to be carrying a prisoner…

…It was a dark haired man, bring dragged by heavy chains. He was muzzled, and beaten and covered in blood. Had eyes that seemed to pierce onto his soul.

Haru approached, taking his husband’s hand and kissing it with a reverence.

“Welcome home, my beloved” …And he smiled, a smile cold and fake. He did not love this man, and neither did the man love him. Later, Haru would be screaming on his hands, but for now, in front of the court, they performed “…How was the expedition been?”

“…My beloved” the man kissed his hand back, pressing right over a spot a bruise laid “…It was successful, though with lost a few man”

“What about the prisoner?” He said, watching as the man fought, but was dragged into the dungeons nonetheless. There was something very… captivating about him. Something dark, and strange.

“…He is a very dangerous sorcerer, who seems to have been practicing necromancy and other black magic around the kingdom” the cruel husband says, with cold eyes “…But now, thanks to my brave men, our people are safe again”

…Somehow, the poor Prince Haru must have let something show behind his fake smile…. Maybe a glimpse of the curiosity that man had caused him, because his husband pressed hard into his wrist, and it took all he had not to show his pain.

“…You’d do well to stay away from him. He will be executed soon enough”

…He smiled at his husband, nodding frantically, wanting to beg to be let go.

“Of course, my beloved” He answered the best he could, breathing relieved and his wrist was released.