𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥/𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

MINE

Kirby_Fan_UWU requested this.

This includes:
•Harm(mentioned and commited)
•Yandere!Sundrop
•Swearing
And
•Fem!reader
If you do not like any of these, or cannot tolerate them, please don't read this.

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He wasn't sure when the feeling started. The obsession.

It sprung up out of nowhere, he went from wanting to be your friend to be only his, forever.

The overwhelming emotions and nervousness caused when around you made him avoid you, acting odd when he was around you. He'd never thought of causing harm to another before, not until he met you.

Then he'd get these weird murderous tendancies, even toward children! It wasn't healthy, he knew this, but.. you made him feel special. Others made him despise what he'd been made to look like, but you were his light. You have him purpose. If he lost you to someone like Montgomery, he'd gladly smash his face in so bad that even Gregory's method of defeat would like like a tea party.

Currently, Sun was stalking you, watching you from afar as you tried your hair back into a ponytail, your h/c glinting in the light. He smiled deliriously as he blushed a deep yellow, you were so perfect..

Then, he snapped out of your thoughts. He'd been given advanced hearing so watching over children was easier, though sometimes he'd wish they'd all just fuck off and leave him to fawn over you, how perfect you looked. You confided in him that, sometimes, you felt like you weren't enough. You weren't pretty or you were too tall and in that moment he'd wanted nothing but to kiss you everywhere he could and assure you you weren't, but instead he'd pulled you in for a hug and acted like a good friend and whispered assuring words you were the prettiest he's ever seen.

{Quick interruption from the author here to say that, no matter how you look, someone out there is going to love you, so don't try and change for someone else. I'm not sure who'd need to hear that, but do take care of yourself cause someone really cares about you!}

<Focus, Sunny!> His other half, Moon, hissed. Right, yes, the footsteps. He hid behind some cabinets and watched as some guy walked in, smiling and blushing at you. He walked over, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. "Hey Y/N," he said, with a flirtatious undertone. Sun snarled, "who the fuck is this degenerate and why the fuck is his crusty, grimy hands on my beloved future wife?" His mumbled to himself, frowning deeply.

You pushed him off, "fuck off, Aaron. I told you, I'm not interested!" You yell, snatching up your bag and leaving. Aaron rolled his eyes, soon smirking "she'll come around, they always do." Sun was pissed beyond belief, murderous rage at not only the physical contact but also the way he'd spoke about his future wife (though she'd no clue of that just yet). He saw red, and all sound but white noise, static, remained.

He hadn't even processed the fact he'd snapped the man's neck until he was standing over the corpse, which lay umoving and in shock, his neck bent at an odd angle.

Sun stumbled back, like cold water had been dumped on his head. He felt nauseous, which wasn't really a suprise as his AI was advanced enough to simulate such a feeling. Sure, he had thought about it, but..

The cold dead eyes of the man he'd just murdered haunted his brain every time he blinked. Then, his gaze turned from the corpse to the place you'd stood. You'd left a kind of cherry smell, one that enticed people. It sure enticed him.

The feeling from before wore off, and he nodded. He was doing this for you, what if you fell for one of these men and got married? You'd be unhappy! No, he simply couldn't watch you throw away any chance at being with him, no way.
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Okay, so it also may be because he wants to be with you, but that's not the point!

What WAS the point is that he was yours and you were his, that's all. He would make it happen. He WILL make it happen.

No matter what he has to do, if he gets you in the end, it's all worth it.

He could already imagine you, dressed in white as you two are married. It would be so marvelous.. his vision blurred back to the room he was in, the faint hum of the lights overhead the noise instead of cheers.

He could fantasize about this later, when he had time. His attention shifted to the body of the man, laying on the floor.

For now, though, he had a body to hide.

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I hope that was good!

This is my first time publishing something I've written in this style.

-Author