He's not a beggar to beg for love

CHP 1

Note: all hybrid in the story has their own voices which are their instinct. It's like Technoblade's chat but in a form of their hybrid instinct.

Aurum - is a chemical element of Gold ( hence why that is Tommy's nickname because of his golden blonde hair )

Violet/Vio - it's common sense for Purpled's name.

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Chapter 1: Secret Marriage? Scheming Purpled?
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I stared in dazed, a few strings of yawns escaped, stretching my limbs as they let out a satisfying pop from my bones. I felt a squirm on my side as I smiled softly at my sleeping husband.

Tenderly brushes strands of hair that cover his face, giggling as he scrunched his nose, gently kissing the temple of his head. Purpled groaned, moving away before turning his body, back in his sight.

"Seriously, this idiot" I mumbled.

" 'our idiot" Purpled grumbled, turning back slowly revealing a sleepy gaze with a lopsided smile. "Good morning, Vio" I greeted, hugging his torso as he gingerly returned.

Purpled, tucked his face in my hair. " 'orning, Aurum"

I laughed knowingly he was sniffing my hair. "It's still early, yeah?"

Purpled groans, " 'our fault for waking me up"

I gently pry myself off from his hold ignoring the small whine escaping from him.

"I'm sorry, Vio. It's still early go back to sleep"

I sat down resting my back on the heading, hand patting his hair, a small hum as his eyes started to drop, slowly drifting back to sleep once again. I stayed on my spot for a few more minutes relinquishing the quiet morning day before quietly leaving our room.

"Good morning, dogchamp" I greeted our dog who barked softly in response. We walked toward the kitchen when my eyes gazed at the mirror. I slowly reached my hair, his vibrant blonde hair has now strands of white in some part of his hair.

Some of his scars were visible to be seen, one near his eyes, and another like a snake traveling from his neck down his chest. He tilted his neck to the side and fading hand prints made him feel nauseous.

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"D-ream, ple-please!-"

"-L-Last heart-"

"-C-Can't breathe-"

"-S-Sam! W-Wilby! T-Techie!-"

"-D-Dad! H-Help!-"

The admin's smile only grew behind his mask as he tightened his grip on the younger, the laughter vibrating on the four-cornered walls, dark, and cold. Tommy can only helplessly claw his hands from the other grip, the fear embedded on his body as the mask was the only thing that was lit over the lava that was falling down on the gate.

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Dogchamp whined, licking his face, and nudging his nose. Tommy didn't even notice when he slid down on the floor, his breathing constricting.

"I'm sorry, dogchamp" He breathed out, hugging the body of the other as he continued to regulate his breathing.

The dark hue of green and the smiley face mask has always been a nightmare that makes his body itch and start his phantom pain. The antagonizing memory of him was distraught with no one to help him as his abuser held him up in the air squeezing his neck, staring amused as endless pleas for help and mercy went deaf on his ears and fueled them to continue.