#problematic content

[problematicpuppygirl]

stan and a whiny bitch like he has anger issues and she starts crying and he takes it out on her 👅

Meanie Stan x whiny reader!!

Hiiii!!! Sooooo sorry it's rushed (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) and it will take a bit to get to the other two request (I ran away from home so I'm constantly moving) (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) hope u like it tho!!

Stan Marsh, the usually laid-back and sarcastic guy you had been with, had been struggling with anger issues lately. His temper was short, and his patience was thinner than ever. Recently, he had been snapping at everyone, especially his girlfriend, you.

You on the other hand, were the epitome of a whiny bitch. Dramatic, overly emotional, and had a tendency to cry at the drop of a hat. You were beautiful, but your constant whining and tears were grating on Stan's nerves.

One evening, after a particularly long day at school, Stan came home to find you in tears. You were sitting on the couch, your face buried in your hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's wrong now?" Stan asked, his voice already laced with annoyance.

You looked up, your eyes red and puffy. "It's Kyle," you sniffled. "He called me stupid after I got an answer wrong while studying."

Stan rolled his eyes. "So what? Kyle's an idiot. Why are you crying over something so stupid?"

You sobs grew louder. "Because it's not stupid to me, Stan! I care about what people think!"

Stan's anger flared. "Well, maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you should grow a pair and stop being such a fucking crybaby."

Your eyes widened in shock. "Stan... how can you say that?"

Stan didn't respond. He just stood there, his fists clenched, his breath coming in short, angry bursts. You, seeing his expression, started to cry even harder.

"Stan, please... don't be mad at me," you begged pathetically, your voice trembling.

But Stan was beyond reasoning. He stormed over to you, grabbed you by the arm, and pulled you up from the couch. "Shut up, bitch." he growled. "Just shut the fuck up."

He dragged you to his room, slamming the door behind them. You were crying hysterically now, tears streaming down your face. Stan pushed you onto the bed, his eyes wild with anger and something else—something dark and primal.

"Stan, please..." You begged, but Stan was already on top of you, his hands rough and demanding. He tore at your clothes, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. You tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He pinned you down, his hips grinding against yours.

"Stan, stop!" You cried, but Stan just laughed, a cold, cruel sound.

"Make me," he said, and then he was inside you, his thrusts hard and punishing. You screamed, but Stan just covered your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries.

He fucked you rough and hard, his anger fueling his movements. Your tears were still flowing, but now they were mixed with pain and fear. Stan didn't care. He just kept going, his body slamming into yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

His hands grip your throat and squeeze, making you choke loudly, his grip hard enough to leave mark. You grip and scratch at his wrists and arms, trying to escape his grasp for a bit of air. He finally let's go and goes as hard as he can, maybe even harder than before. Your cries of pain and pleads for some mercy were useless, but thankfully his hips stutter.

When he finally finished, he rolled off you, his chest heaving. You lay there, your body shaking with sobs, your eyes wide and frightened. Stan didn't look at you. He just got up, grabbed his clothes, and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later that night, Stan returned, smelling strongly of alcohol. He stumbled into the room, his eyes glazed and unfocused. You were still on the bed, your body curled into a ball, your eyes red from crying. Stan looked at you for a moment, then laughed.

"Still crying, huh?" he said, his voice slurred. "Pathetic."

You didn't respond. You just lay there, your body shaking with silent sobs. Stan didn't care. He just kicked off his shoes, fell onto the bed, and passed out, leaving you to cry yourself to sleep.

~ I'll try to do the other two soon!! Bye bye!!

[kay9cannibal]

My problematic little fellas 💔💔

Avlon is the one on the left and Richie is the one on the righttttt :))))

Will be making playlists for them sooonnn, I already have a few pinboards for them on Pinterest!!

Drawing them when I disassociate so stayyyy tuneddd

(DISCLAIMER!!!::

BOTH OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 21!!!!!!)

[the-probl3matic-sideblog]

A Morning

I love when my big brother wakes me up by eating me out. I’ll be almost there to waking up and my dream will turn sexy. The slow licks of his pierced tongue drives me crazy. It starts to get me hot and bothered. The feeling of his tongue piercing rubbing against my clit while start waking up fully. Oh god, the way he’ll stare until I open my eyes and look back at him with my legs hooked over his shoulders. The sounds are obscene from how fervently he’ll start lapping at my cunt once I’m fully conscious and looking at him.

“Princess” my big brother will purr at me. His voice is so deep and gravelly in the morning.

He won’t even give me a chance to respond before he starts sucking on my clit. It always pulls a whimper out of me. It feels so good. It feels good to have his warm, wet tongue eating at my soaking pussy. My big brother likes to surprise me. Sometimes he’ll insert a few fingers, other times it’s my dildo.

Yesterday, it was my dildo and it felt so good. I was so wet, we didn’t even need lube. He kept sucking on my clit and he thrusting my toy inside. It was everything. I felt like I was melting, I could feel my heart race and the hot coil inside me tighten impossibly tight. The pleasure is so overwhelming it always feels like I’m drowning in it. I have to pull his hair and it makes him groan every time. He thrusts the toy inside faster, being sure to brush against my g-spot until my legs are shaking. It’s impossible to keep myself from cumming as my body feels like it’s burning up completely. I’m a mess afterwards, always, but he kisses me. My big brother kisses me with my slick still on his lips.

[wr1tten-1n-bl00d]

⚠️Warning⚠️

Contains: Physical Abuse, Anger Taken Out On Another(You/Your S/I)

Imagine your F/O has been in a bad mood for a while. So you offer to let them take their anger out on you.

You take their hits with no complaint. Even talking about how you love them, despite the pain.

As they patch you up when they're done you remind them of how you asked them to so they shouldn't feel bad. How you just wanted to make your F/O feel better and that you're glad you did.

(Maybe they could return the favor)

[i-want-my-iwtv]

(continued) I damn near exploded with anger, but also was able to concede how someone could come to that conclusion.

Hmm. I hope you're being hyperbolic, Anon, I mean, I'm glad you didn't explode with anger on your friend, and I'm glad you conceded how someone might come to the conclusion that there is/are problematic content/elements in a gothic horror story/series. 😬

I don't think this was a question, more of a confession/comment? I censored it for reasons below*. Whether it's IWTV canon, the '94 movie, the 2022 TV show, etc... I would say that if you enjoy it, allow that your friend has made a comment and you can talk with them about why they think it's bad, that could be an interesting conversation if it's in good faith!

I can say that in general, these stories/characters/ships are not intended to appeal to everyone, I consider canon to be a buffet where I can pick and choose what I like and skip over what I don't!

TL;DR: Don’t Like, Don’t Read. Applies to you, your friend, etc. Hopefully it won't cost you your friendship, but if it does, well, life goes on. I am not comfortable discussing certain topics publicly because fandom is a hostile environment at this time, and I come here for a fun little escape from reality in my limited free time, not to police anyone or be policed myself.

[^X by @bluebellofbakerstreet)

Hit the jump for more, cut for length.

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*So, I wanted to take this as quick opportunity to share some thoughts on answering asks like these, because there is some fresh blood in the fandom who may not be aware... Assuming Anon wanted to ask if I agreed with their friend or not, the question wasn't quite clear. In general:

I've been in fandom long enough that I can say that the intention for questions like these is sometimes good, to spark intriguing conversations about how ~X problematic thing~ applies to various ships, whether it's harmful to the characters or maybe just part of their nature as vampires, so it's normal for them (as an example, "Was Armand cutting off Nicki's hands an abusive act, or is that a standard punishment that a coven master would commonly do to aberrant vampires? He didn't gloat about it, and he did return/reattach them after all!"), etc.... in other times, this could be a chance for an intellectually stimulating conversation and I would have enjoyed unpacking it with ppl.

Other times, especially currently in 2024 (to timestamp this), these questions are often in bad faith as a means to provoke an unwinnable debate; pinning a fan of a piece of media (the target/person) into defensive position of ~X problematic thing~ in fiction, which often becomes a slippery slope to accuse that target/person of "promoting/endorsing/supporting ~X problematic thing~ in real life!" This is then used to vilify the target/person when they insist that "Fiction is not reality," "Depiction is not endorsement," etc. etc.. As the person continues to defend themselves the bad faith actors escalate their harassment, this is fun sport for them. This can lead to dogpiling on the target/person with hateanons, online character/reputation assassination, or even real life consequences including doxxing. All this over a piece of fiction. It's extremely risky, it's entrapment, I have seen it happen and been a mild target for it over the years, it's unpleasant at best and ruinous at worst.

And I’ll also quote the description from @ozhawkauthor of one of The 3 Laws of Fandom, which applies to canon, fanfic, adaptations, all fiction!:

The First Law of Fandom Don’t Like; Don’t Read (DL;DR) It is up to you what you see online. It is not anyone else’s place to tell you what you should or should not consume in terms of content; it is not up to anyone else to police the internet so that you do not see things you do not like. At the same time, it is not up to YOU to police fandom to protect yourself or anyone else, real or hypothetical. There are tools out there to help protect you if you have triggers or squicks. Learn to use them, and to take care of your own mental health. If you are consuming fan-made content and you find that you are disliking it - STOP.

I used to wrap things up by saying smtg positive like "Let's all get along!" but that in itself was picked on for some reason, so I'll just end it here ✨

[alfred-alferkinnie]

feeling hopeless in school makes me wwant 2 run awway 2 the playhouse >w<

[floortile34]

so like, can anyone who knows what fiction's considered problematic for what reasons tell me how the problematicness of agefluid characters works?

like, for example, 10-20 with both physical appearance and cognitive ability changing but not memories or experience?

what if they're in a split state? both 10 and 20 at once?

what about hiveminds that have characters of all aesthetic and cognitive and chronological ages? would sex with one be sex with all if they share the mind?

what about age regression where it's only mental without affecting the brain physically?

[problematicpuppygirl]

Problematic hcs ���

Tw dark themes, blackmail, dubcon, puppy play, abuse??

Mysterion x reader

🐾

He ooc but idc suck my clit

🐾 he saved you from getting mugged once, you knew who he was and didn't think he was a bad guy. He's a “symbol of peace” so ofc he's gonna be nice!!

🐾 but you were wrong, he saved you but instead of greeting you normally he looked you up and down. It was kinda awkward until he pulled out a gun and ordered you on your knees, then the atmosphere changed. Suddenly you had his cock ramming in and out of your throat, it should be scary but you can't help but get wet.

🐾 "good little pup" he said with a groan as he emptied himself down your throat, he made you swallow it all. Then as if it didn't happen he walked you back, saying that if you ever need his help he'll be there.

🐾 ever since then he's been visiting your room every second night or so, humiliating you yet making you feel so loved and special. Making you feel like such a bad little puppy then treating you like your such a princess.

🐾 he'll make you feel so dirty and completely humiliate you, then when he's done he'll make you feel so special and cared for. Like he didn't just use you so roughly a minute ago.

🐾 The pace is decided by how his day went. If it was bad he was rough and hard, if it was good then he'd treat you like your made of glass and focus on your pleasure.

🐾 And you couldn't tell anyone, he'd take pictures of you after he was finished with you. Or a video during, and he'd threatened to spread it around town of you told a soul. No one would believe you anyways, mysterion isn't like that.

🐾 If he couldn't see you then he'd make you send him pics or videos of yourself. And it ranged from normal masturbation, to humping your plushies, ect. The weirdest thing he made you do on video was when he ordered you to use a beer bottle to get off.

🐾 Eventually he managed to get his hands on a big cage and set it up in your room. Putting comfy blankets and pillows in it, plushies, and fairy lights. He thinks your such an obedient puppy, yet loves to see you all broken and tired because of him.

🐾 but sometimes he'll be loving, on occasion he won't even fuck you but instead he'll cuddle with you until you fall asleep. He never takes off him mask though, making you wonder who's under it. "Maybe I'll show you soon." He'll say to you when you ask to see him.

🐾 he bring you gifts on occasion too. Little things like plushies, candy, new collars, ect. Anything you mention that you like he'll try to get it for you, in anyway he must.

🐾 as much as he teases you and makes fun of you he truly thinks your a sweet angel, he just really likes to make you cry because it gets him hard.

🐾 speaking of that he like being rough for that specific reason, the more tears the better in his opinion. He likes being mean to you and coddling you like he didn't do anything. "I didn't mean that baby." "You know I love you right?" "Your so sensitive, your okay babe." Is what he'd say when he makes you cry, holding you as he shushes you and kisses your face.

🐾 He's really good at keeping you a secret, his friends don't even know about you and he wants to keep it that way. Until he can figure out a good time to reveal himself to you, but he thinks it's so fun the way it is now.

🐾 sometimes he likes to put cigarettes out on your thighs, slowly burning a question mark into one of them. Letting every guy after him know you will always belong to him, even if your not together.

🐾 and you don't really know if you and Mysterion are together or not, but you take it because he's convinced you no one will love you like him ever again. You like to imagine you two are together.

🐾 he likes when you lay in his lap, he likes petting your head or rubbing your belly. He also likes to toy with your most sensitive areas, making you all wet and needy just to leave you like that. "I gotta go sweetheart, I'll help you later."

🐾 things may be fucked up between you two, but you wouldn't change a thing because the way he hurts you feels so good. As much as he wants to admit it he can't tell you how he really feels, that he wants to treat you nice and spoil you. He'll never show you his weakest side, but he wants to sometime in the future. Until then you'll just have to deal with not knowing who he is.

~ idc if it's "fucked up" I need this ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

[arilovescookies]

Chris chan lol

Btw I dont support chris chan!!!!! I just thought it would be funny to draw him/her (I don't know what pronouns chris chan uses now)

[the-probl3matic-sideblog]

Dreams

My big brother and I got to talking the other night in bed. He was petting my hair and rubbing my back. I was telling him about my therapy homework. So I told him what I wanted. I want a cottage in the woods far away from the taboo of being in love with him. I told him that I want a live somewhere snowy with a fireplace and a dog. He laid on top of me and enveloped me with his forearms on either side of me just like the very first time we had sex. He kissed me and hugged me close. And he told me that while we’ll never be able to marry, we won’t get in trouble in New Jersey. I told him we could get a handfasting. He whispered to me that once he finishes college and gets set up with a decent job he’ll buy me that cottage and let me be his stay at home bride. I didn’t mean to but I started crying. He really is my everything❣️

[avetruetovulpes]

Would be really cool if I could read speeding bullet fic without people writing and publishing their pedo/incest fantasies like. Sniper is maybe 4 years older than Scout in canon but NOPE they gotta age Scout down and make him Sniper’s nephew?? The fuck is wrong with people

[wr1tten-1n-bl00d]

⚠️Warning⚠️

Contains: Physical Abuse, Taking Out Anger On Another(F/O)

Imagine your F/O knows just how much stress you've been under. How every little thing just seems to be pissing you off.

So they offer themselves to be a punching bag for you. They're strong, they can take it.

As you land punch after punch they just whisper soothing words to you. About how it will be okay. About how much they love you. And that seeing you upset hurts worse than any blow you land.

Then once you've let your anger out they hold you and comfort you. Letting you know that it's okay. They're just happy that you're not upset anymore. Your F/O just wants you to be able to relax despite everything.

(Who knows maybe you could return the favor)

[itshermocrates]

Of sapphires and pearls

["A Prince's shadow" side story featuring Satosugu in a Medieval-like setting]

You can read this without having read the main story!! And there's absolutely nothing explicit but there will be mentions of: sexual abuse, non-con, underage sex, child (sexual) abuse, prostitution, violence... So please be careful.

Satoru Gojo was born to trade with those who came from the other side of the sea. He was the heir to one of the most powerful families in the entire kingdom, and only the King could compete in wealth with the Gojo clan.

He was taught from a very early age to negotiate, to barge, persuade and outsmart anyone who could offer the family a good deal, or even access to the Far West Seas. He learned to use his words like small pieces of an intricate magic spell, and use them always accompanied by careful movements of his own body.

At times, using his words wasn't enough, and tilting his head with a slight pout on his lips was not as efficient as it should have been. He was still learning and quite young the first time this happened. But he was smart enough to know how things could turn out for him from then on if he repeated the same mistake ever again.

His skin still felt itchy when Satoru met the boy, a merchant's son with big dreams and a soft voice. He could soothe the black and blue still marking his body with no more than a few words.

He was not afraid of the power he held in between his fingers, and he did not stare at him in disgust when Satoru showed him his eyes for the first time.

That had been the most common reaction, an unsettling peek of what had to be a curse. Even if it was considered a gift by most elders in the Gojo family. He had been honored with the eyes of those who had brought greatness to their family after all.

The boy had been curious, mesmerized, even, but his mind quickly wandered to other questions, much more mundane and unexpected.

"They are beautiful… But, Satoru…" They never used titles, and the sweet little lord was very grateful for that. "Isn't the light too strong? Are you not hurt?"

Satoru freezed. He was hurt, but no one ever stopped to think about that. Not even his own family. His eyes had been described as divine, heavenly, even, they consumed every thought of those who had been privileged enough to see them.

The blue flooded their senses, and Satoru stopped being Satoru, stopped being a boy, and turned into something else. A strange creature everyone wanted to observe with overeager eyes. He was often treated as no more than an exotic beast, and yet, this sweet boy, son of a mediocre merchant, seemed to be genuinely worried about him.

How could Satoru prevent his heart from falling in love with him?

As the young Lord grew up, he learned all the ways a man could be convinced, turning his body into a vessel for any possible fantasy. In return, he only asked his family for one thing, to be able to share his knowledge with the boy of soft voice and big dreams.

Of course, Satoru did everything in his power to hide the most shameful aspects of his duties, the things he had to do to achieve some of his most ambitious goals. He didn’t know if he could stand the disappointment in the other boy’s eyes, and he feared that perhaps he could no longer look at him the way he did if he knew how he surrendered his body to all types of greedy men.

He was his friend, after all, his only friend. The only one he had ever been allowed to keep. He would rather die than lose him.

He was his only joy, and with him, he could simply forget about everything and imagine themselves crossing the sea insearch of new treasures to discover, new foods and even new colors!

“Satoruu…” His laugh twisted the sounds that formed his name in the most beautiful way. He could hear them all day without ever growing bored of them. “How could you find new colors? There can’t be new colors!”

“Why?! I’m telling you, we will never know! Not until we travel there.”

“Then we should go, Satoru.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, sure. There’s no need for us to stay here to negotiate with the people from the Far West, we could visit them ourselves.”

“Are you serious?” He didn’t believe his words.

“Of course I am, don’t you want to go? Don’t tell me you are scared now, Satoru…”

Even if the other boy wanted to tease him, the young Lord was too excited, too happy, to feel even the slightest annoyance. And in his caramel eyes there was nothing but love to offer him.

Satoru crawled over the sand and threw himself over the boy, hugging him as if only that could stop him from disappearing.

“Satoru, you are covered in sand! Get off!”

“I don’t want to!”

It wasn’t uncommon for them to spend hours on the beach, swimming or simply exploring the coast and the little caves carved by the sea. It was not rare either to be touchy, especially for Satoru, who could only find comfort in him. It could seem ridiculous, but the Lord only knew what it felt to be happy, to be at ease, when he was by this low merchant’s side.

The other boy chuckled, embracing the body above his own for a few seconds. Satoru melted against his touch, feeling his heart beating slower and steadier as his senses were filled with him. Then the young merchant rolled over the sand, flipping them over with a quick movement to mercilessly tickle the Lord.

“You should stop complaining about sand making your skin feel itchy if you keep acting this careless, Satoru.”

The Lord wailed, unable to contain a laugh that resonated within his ribcage as he struggled to escape from beneath the other boy.

“No! Wait! S-stop! No, no, no, no…”

It was useless. He was sitting over Satoru’s thighs, and while one hand resumed the torture, the other had captured his wrist in a strong hold, nailing it to the ground right next to his head.

“Stop, please! I s-surrender! I surrendeeer…”

The merchant wore a big smile on his face when he leaned forward, placing his now free hand on the other side of the Lord’s head. They stared at each other for what it seemed to be ages, lost in the other’s features. Eyes, smile, nose, lips, heavy breaths…

“I would go all over the world with you, Suguru.”

He hadn’t recovered from their little fight yet, and his voice had sounded much softer than expected. But not less true.

Without even thinking about what he was doing, Satoru raised his hand to cup Suguru’s cheek, caressing his skin with slow motions as he allowed himself to be consumed by a gaze filled with warmth, and love.

The kisses that came afterwards, the touches and praises, the promises, it all came naturally for them. And as years passed by, their bond only seemed to grow stronger and deeper. They were happy, things were going great for them in every way, and they had started to discreetly build their own ship.

They wanted to explore the seas, know the cities they oftenly traded with, learn about their cultures and see for themselves what the world had to offer. They had so many plans, so many dreams, and soon they could finally sail together, heading to those lands they had only ever dared to fantasize about. 

Everything was possible for the young Lord and his dearest merchant, or, at least, it seemed to be until that fatal day. When Suguru discovered what Satoru had to do behind the scenes sometimes to get the deals his family pushed him to secure, something inside of him changed. He loved Satoru, he still did, but he couldn’t believe the joy in his eyes to be real when he looked at Suguru, now knowing the price he had to pay for it.

Knowing the prison Satoru had been forced to grow up in, and all the things he had to sacrifice to keep him by his side.

Suguru didn’t have the heart to tell him that he knew, to make him aware of how his mind would drift to the most horrible places, disgusting scenarios where Satoru always ended up humiliated and in pain. He couldn’t see the world in the same way anymore, and specially, he couldn’t see nobility in the same way.

He didn’t blame Satoru, but now there was a certain sadness in his eyes when he looked at him. And the rest of them, all the other noble men and women, they all were scum. They were the reason Satoru had to go through a living hell in the first place.

All of them, with their pompous clothes and expensive jewels, with their stupid protocols, designed only to boost their gluttonous egos. They were all fucking rotten inside, and didn’t deserve the privileges they had been granted.

Now he knew that, and he despised the fact that he had ever wanted to be like them, to be part of that insidious group. It made him feel sick, and he couldn’t stand to see Satoru walking side by side with those greedy bastards. Because of this, he started to miss meetings, important evenings filled with negotiations and business proposals. He couldn’t do it.

Satoru worried, of course, but he trusted him so much he never even questioned his excuses. He was also pretty easy to distract, his mere presence seemed enough to make him lose his focus and devote himself only to him.

Suguru didn’t know if he could be there for much longer, and as doubts started to consume every waking thought, his dreams turned into nightmares and he found himself on the verge of collapse. Then, a very unfortunate conversation reached his ears, and he simply stopped caring about holding back.

“You must try it, my Lord. He wailed like one of those cheap whore fishermen pay for near the harbor.”

“Really?”

“Yes, he’s a nasty one.”

“Those eyes of his made him appear all pure and flawless, when he’s just as depraved as they can be, is he not?”

“Oh, yes, indeed. And his hole? He’s such a tight fit, you must try it, my Lord. It’s almost as if you were fucking a virgin!”

Their laughs echoed in his mind like notes of an old instrument no longer of use to any musician. It was noise, discordant sounds trapped inside his skull until those filthy words were the only thing he could hear or think about.

He killed them. He killed them all right where they had disrespected Satoru Gojo, an error they wouldn’t commit ever again. And once the blood was spilled for the first time, it only felt easier to make it pour out of new bodies when Suguru found other noblemen that had boldly stated their interest in the young Lord.

Crimson stained his hands and clothes again, and again, and again. He didn’t count the corpses he left behind, but he was sure all of those men had forced themselves upon Satoru, or, at least, were waiting for their chance to.

The trail of blood he was leaving behind was growing out of hand, and while he didn’t have any reason to stop, he didn’t want Satoru to witness his execution. He didn’t want Satoru to sacrifice himself even more to save him. He knew very well it would have been impossible, too many important families had lost their firstborn sons because of him, and those twisted creatures would turn the world upside down before letting him go.

He had to run away, and what could possibly be better than the very ship they had been building together to do so?

It was a beautiful cog they had commissioned to the best shipyard on their side of the sea, a gift for themselves with splendid sails and a name yet to be decided. Suguru took a few things to carry with him, hired the first few men he found in the harbor and prepared himself for departure.

All those years living in the fortress with Satoru didn’t feel real when he stared at the castle from the ship deck. They were more like a dream he had refused to wake up from, stretching the fantasy way too much in hopes of turning it into something more than the delusions of a low merchant’s son. It was not his place, and he felt sorry for Satoru, for leaving him behind, but it was the best. For both of them.

He didn’t want a life of fear for Satoru. He didn’t want to turn the young Lord into a runaway, an exotic bandit with a colossal bounty on his head and a very known name. They would never let him go. Satoru Gojo was one of their own, and they would never allow him to be something else.

He didn’t want him to give up on all the things he enjoyed as a nobleman either. All the privileges, luxuries and most importantly, the peace of knowing he would always have a roof above his head and a good meal waiting for at the table. Despite everything, Satoru liked his life as a nobleman, the comforts, the events, the tournaments, the arts… He loved to be surrounded by people who wanted to be just like him, to be him, and he loved to outsmart people twice his age and equally rich.

Even if he sometimes lost catastrophically, Satoru loved to play their game. He could see it in his eyes. And if there was someone truly worthy of a title, that would be him. Suguru wished everyone was a bit more like him, and a bit less like beasts blinded by their own urges and twisted desires.

He turned his back on the fortress, ready to leave it all behind, despite the heaviness in his heart.

“SUGURU!”

The young Lord called his name in a desperate cry, running across the harbor to get as close to the ship as he could. When the merchant turned again, it was to see Satoru’s expression, heartbroken and breathless, visibly shaking even from that distance.

He tried his best to keep his emotions at bay, but he had never seen Satoru like that.

“Is it true?! Did you kill those men?”

It was just a matter of seconds before the ship left the realm for good.

“I killed no man, Satoru. Those were no better than any wild animal royals like to hunt for fun.”

“Then it is true? Why?! Why did you do it, Suguru?! What did they even…”

The answer presented itself before his very eyes. He knew Satoru would be smart enough to figure it out, but he was not prepared to see the utter shame in his eyes as he watched Suguru sail away from him.

He opened his mouth, but not a single sound came out of it, and before it was too late to say goodbye, Suguru gathered the strength he needed to speak to him one last time.

“I wish things were different, Satoru, but my place is not by your side, and we shouldn’t have pretended otherwise.”

The Lord fell to his knees with tears running down his cheeks. That would be the last thing Suguru would ever see of him. 

Some time after that, reports of a ship ruled by a ruthless pirate would arrive at Satoru's desk. A crew with a notorious preference for luxurious cargo meant to please noblemen of all over the kingdom. There was little information about their captain or where they could be selling the stolen goods, however, multiple witnesses had been able to see the cog’s name.

He could feel his heart on his throat, choking him as if it wanted to kill its host, when written in messy handwriting, Satoru read  The Honored One.

If you want to read more of this Au, I highly encourage you to check the main story in here. Chapter 2 is still in the making but I can tell you that Satoru will make a special appereance in there too~ I hope you liked it!

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feels like a double life sometimes knowing people who would cut me off solely for enjoying hazbin hotel, dead dove do not eat and other "problematic content"

sometimes here feels safer