Scars of a star

It's such an odd feeling

TW: Mentions of child abuse, child neglect and PTSD

Depictions of S.H and gore. Also Collector's blood is purple in my headcanon so yeah

Takes place before Collector was sealed away

Collector looked at their arm, a smile on his face as the purple blood trickled from the newly made cut. "Oooo!! It looks so gooey yet feels so watery!" The young god exclaimed with glee, using the shard of glass in his hand to leave another lasserasion on their arm beside the other one. Collector giggled again, adoring how it felt when the sharp glass tore through their flesh. Remembering how little his family cared made the child more eager to ruin their small body and litter his limbs with cuts, scars and burns. "Little star..?" Came a deep yet familiar voice, that voice belonging to thr titan. This particular one going by the name Toro. Being pulled out of his trance Collector looked up at Toro; tossing their makeshift blade away "hi Toro-! How's your day been?" The godling asked with a gleeful expression. Toro sat beside the newly formed island Collector was sat upon and sighed "Same old things, other than that I suppose it was alright" he responded, looking at the star child with worry "may I ask you something?" The fluffy beast asked with a comforting look in his eyes. Collector nodded, smiling at their large buddy "ask away Toro!" He said, awaiting the question. "Why were you cutting yourself..?" Toro asked softly, clearly worried for thr wellbeing of this cosmic child. Collector sighed quietly and chose to tell their friend about it all

Collector screamed and cried as a larger being slapped him, criticising them for failing to perform the correct spell. The child managed after a few hours but it still didn't change the fact that his father had beaten them for not making it happen sooner. But then again it was the only attention Collector's dad had given him at all

Weeks had passed since then and Collector had stumbled upon their mother and brother discussing the murder of titans "mama! Please no hurting! Titans are friends!" Collector begged, tears welling up in their ruby red eyes. "Oh puh-lease. Spare the titans!? Are you insane!?" His mother sneered, along with Collector's brother laughing at the young god. Soon the laughter became violent slaps and punches

"...So after that..I had a fascination with being in pain.." Collector said, looking up at Toro "especially when the pain is by my own hands...watching my blood flow out of my body" they added, trailing a finger across his own scars with a tired smile. "It hurts but then again so did a lot of thingd I've experienced hurt more.." Collector whispered, Toro looking down with distinct worry on his face. "I'll keep you safe" the titan said with a small smile.